#oh tyler you've really done it now

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#oh tyler you've really done it now #brynberry #webcomics #cowboys #horror #webcomic #yeehaw #western #black and white

[satuguro]

⠀⠀ ⠀ཾ ༚ 20/20 VISION

lalala! ethan landry x okokok! reader

#SYNOPSIS— based off of see you again by tyler the creater & kali uchis; you have no gag reflex, ethan tells a sex joke, and ethan takes a leap of faith.

#CONTAINS— best friends to lovers, mutual pining, jealousy, emetophobia, fluff

#AUTHORSNOTE— i've been wanting to write fluff lately so.. here you go xx

your unofficial designated spot in the carpenter sisters' apartment was their armchair in their living room.

you had a list of reasons why; one, it meant more space. you could stretch your legs, not worry about feeling someone's feet near your legs, and you could have your own blanket. all somewhat selfish reasons, but you loved your space. two, it had the perfect angle towards the t.v. that gave you the best spot in the living room to watch it without worrying about discomfort.

which was why you would've been mildly perturbed that someone was standing between you and the t.v. the only difference was that it wasn't just someone; it was someone who rambled too often, who had no sense of personal space while also being hyper aware of it, and who was a flurry of random facts (which wouldn't help him at all, unless someone held a gun to his head and told him to name and point at every country’s capital in the world).

"i've done it," ethan announced to you, his signature toothy smile seemingly more victorious as he looked down at where you were snuggled up on the couch. his well manicured nails (he asked you to do them once, and who were you to deny your best friend?) held his laptop, the screen facing his chest.

"aren't you supposed to be studying?" you asked him with a small tilt of your head, glancing at where the rest of the group was. finals week was beating everyone up, and you could briefly see mindy and chad chugging a redbull at the same time while tara timed them, before you turned back to your best friend.

"i gave up."

"you need to study."

"you gave up, too!" ethan looked down at the huge blanket that you hogged for yourself, not even thinking twice before he was climbing in next to you.

"ow— ethan!" you groaned, feeling him step on your leg.

"'scuse me!" ethan forced himself under the blanket you were snuggled under, making you share your beloved armchair with him before he sighed contentedly. "this is comfortable! maybe i should share this seat with you more often!" he said with a bright grin, making you sigh reluctantly. "i mean if you don't want to then it's fine too!" ethan added hurriedly with wide eyes.

"i was just saying that i wouldn't mind sharing with you because usually you sit alone— which i know you prefer, you've told me so many times and i get it! i really do! but i wouldn't mind sitting with you to keep you company because i really like being with you— around you. your presence. yeah, that." ethan rambled, finishing his string of words with a sheepish smile, cheeks flaring a bit red. "i'm sorry for rambling." he added quietly.

your usually tired eyes softened at that. he had always been insecure of how much he talked, you knew that better than anyone. "i've told you before, e, i don't mind. i like listening to you," you hummed, a downturned smile on your lips. "i like your presence too. and i guess i don't mind sharing my seat with you."

ethan's cheeks flared red at your casual words. you had a way of speaking so calmly, as though all your words were chosen well. in a way, he was a bit jealous.

"you had something to tell me, yeah?" you asked him softly, bringing him back on track.

"oh, right!" ethan showed you his laptop, setting it up on your legs. it was a notion list, color coordinated and everything, with an entire list of shows and movies you remember only briefly mentioning to him. "i made this list—"

"just now? instead of studying?"

"yes! so basically, it has a section where we can rate it after we watch it, and it's all organized by what we want to watch the most and what we need to finish!" ethan scrolled down the list, practically buzzing with excitement (and the cold brew he drank earlier).

"see? i know that i have a whole essay to do but i can do it later—" ethan said, waving it off with his hand. "because i know you said you would do it but i got impatient and did it instead! and look—" he showed you the wide variety of colors for every row. "they're color coordinated! and here's how i think the rating system should go—"

you had watched ethan talk the entire time he rambled, your usually tired and indifferent eyes softening when you listened to him speak. he talked fast— too fast for some people, but you liked that about him—but the way he rambled showed how passionate he was about different topics, because ethan only rambled when he cared.

it showed how much he appreciated what he was talking about. and ever time his cadence picked up and his words became jumbled and he began interrupting himself, you could see how ethan's brown eyes would shine with excitement. you could see how he began incorporating his hands to his words, how his lips tilted up when he talked.

you were so engrossed in ethan's explanation of the movie and t.v. show list that you failed to notice your friends staring at you from the dining table.

"they are disgustingly cute," tara said with a sigh.

"and disgustingly oblivious," mindy grumbled, clicking her pen over and over. "with how smart the both of them are, i'm surprised they haven't picked up on the clues." she turned to chad, who was sulking after losing the redbull chugging competition against her. "have you asked ethan about it yet? you're our in on this, chad!"

chad groaned as mindy nudged him with her shoulder. "i did. he didn't even respond. it's crazy how he can avoid conversations, you know."

you didn't like parties. not as much as your friends did— you were usually the designated driver or the friend that was always sober enough to take care of their friends, which you didn't mind. it was the socializing part that you minded.

you socialized okay, but you often just ended up listening to other people rather than talking. listening was more your style, but you were only a little awkward when it came to talking to complete (and possibly intoxicated) strangers at parties. you stuck with your group of friends and very rarely strayed away.

but ethan was the designated sober friend this time around, so maybe that would change.

three loud knocks to your dorm room made you go and open it, coming eye to eye with ethan. "you're walking me there?" you asked with a knowing smile, making the boy nod eagerly.

"yup! chad's walking with tara and mindy's going with anika, so that leaves you and me." ethan grinned at you teasingly. "why, you're getting tired of me already?"

"no," you hummed, closing your dorm room behind you as the both of you began to walk down the hall. "you're really not drinking tonight, huh?"

"nope!" ethan replied, popping the 'p'. "after i threw up all over sam that one time we drank at the apartment, and then i threw up on you right after, i told myself that i'd hold back on it."

you wrinkled your nose at the memory. "how responsible of you."

"i know, right?" ethan said with a proud smile. "but because i threw up on you that time, i give you full permission to throw up on me this time."

"i'm not gonna be that drunk."

that was a lie.

to say that your friends were shocked to see you become a more extraverted person after drinking would be an understatement. they were used to you observing the group and contributing to conversations with sarcastic comments, dry humor, and dark jokes that are often made much too soon. so to see you take a shot with tara and squeal happily with her (true friend solidarity; she was as drunk as you were) was completely out of the ordinary.

"i'm gonna go find chad!" tara yelled over the music, making you nod happily and watch her leave. adrenaline and excitement began to thrum through your body stronger, and your first thought was to share it with your favorite person. you began to walk around, searching for ethan, before you bumped into a chest.

"oh, shit! i'm so sorry," the guy laughed, making you send him an apologetic smile.

"it's okay!" you said, taking in his black hair and his brown eyes (that only reminded you of ethan). "i'm y/n!"

the guy smiled at you, offering his hand out. "jaden!" he seemed to be as intoxicated as you were, his steps wobbling slightly as you shook his hand. "do you, uh, wanna dance?"

"hey, where's y/n?" ethan asked tara as she passed him, making her look back towards the drinks table.

"she should just be around where the drinks are.." tara's voice trailed off when her eyes landed on you not too far away. your arms were around a guy's neck— was that jaden from her philosophy lecture? —as you swayed with him to the music. you seemed to be having a good time, the alcohol making you lighthearted as you sang with whatever song was playing through the speakers. "there she is!"

when ethan saw you, his heart fell. you looked so beautiful under the multicolored lights, your hair perfectly styled and your clothes fitting you perfectly as you danced with someone who wasn't him. your smile— your genuine one, ethan noted with his chest aching, the one that made your eyes crinkle and your smile lopsided —was pointed towards someone who wasn't him.

jealousy brewed in his chest along with the heartache, ethan's jaw clenching as he stared at you and the random guy. but he didn't step in. he didn't pull you away and declare his feelings for you, because at the end of the night, you were happy. content as you danced with someone who wasn't ethan at all.

chad came up next to tara, his arm over her shoulders as he steadied her. "hey man, where's y/n?" he asked, still fairly sober than everyone as he had only taken one shot.

"she's doing fine," ethan said, his voice monotone as he continued staring at you. it was unfair how beautiful you looked while you unknowingly broke his heart with every laugh and every flirtatious smile you sent towards your dance partner.

"what?" chad looked in the direction ethan was staring, his face falling when he saw you and jaden. easily connecting the dots, he looked at ethan empathetically. "fuck. dude, i'm sorry."

"it's okay, really," ethan said with a tight lipped smile. but he couldn't keep his eyes off of you and him, the fact that you looked so happy pulling at his chest because he wanted you to be happy with him. he wanted you to look at him the way you looked at that random stranger.

and finally, as you did a twirl into jaden’s arms, you made eye contact with ethan. oblivious to the way his jaw clenched and his eyes lost the spark they usually had, you gently pulled yourself out of jaden's arms. your steps were wobbly, and you nearly crashed into ethan's chest when you finally walked up to him. ethan's arms went to steady you easily.

"ethan, i feel like throwing up," you murmured, and ethan nodded in understanding, worry taking over his jealousy.

"okay, let's get you to the bathroom, okay?" ethan said softly, pulling you close to him as he guided you to the bathroom. he knocked on the door, thankful no one responded, before he opened it for you. he locked the door behind the both of you as you made a beeline for the toilet, grabbing the side of it as you readied yourself to throw up.

but nothing came out.

“go on!” ethan encouraged you, motioning to the toilet. but instead, you looked up at him warily.

“do i have to?”

“yes?” ethan gaped at you, motioning to the toilet again. “just go ahead! nothing to fear!”

“i don’t want to.”

“c’mon, y/n, why not?” ethan whined, making you groan as you stopped yourself from throwing up yet again.

“i have emetophobia, asshole,” you muttered, gently pushing his arm. “fear of throwing up? and,” you messily pushed some of your hair away from your face. “i have no gag reflex.”

“what the hell?” ethan crinkled his nose, blushing furiously as he looked at you in shock. you were honest, sure but never this honest. “i could’ve gone my whole life without knowing that.”

“are you sure?”

“what?” ethan said quickly, eyes wider than ever as he stared at you as you snorted in amusement. “you’re kidding.”

“maybe.”

“maybe?” he swallowed thickly, shutting his eyes and pinching his nose bridge. “oh god, you definitely have to throw up now.”

“watch this.” you took two of your fingers and stuffed them all the way to the back of your throat, smiling triumphantly as you showed ethan your lack of a gag reflex.

ethan could only watch in horror and exasperation. “y/n, i didn’t need proof. i already believed you.” he took some squares of toilet paper before offering it to you.

“i told you so,” you hummed, pulling your saliva covered finger out of your mouth and wiping them on the toilet paper. there was a beat of silence before ethan coughed, his cheeks and ears still burning red.

“can i make a joke?”

“of course you can.”

“it’s a, uh,” ethan cleared his throat, avoiding your intent gaze, “sex joke.”

“even better.” you situated yourself next to the toilet, still very much feeling like you were gonna hurl at any given moment.

ethan sat next to you, clearing his throat again. “i know one way we can test your gag reflex,” he stated, almost ashamed at his own joke.

you chuckled at that, the horrible joke making a you sway a bit with laughter before the sudden motion sickness got to you. without another word, you threw up into the toilet. all thanks to ethan’s horrible sex joke.

he immediately reached over to move some of your hair. you continued retching into the toilet, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. "i hate drinking," you grumbled as you laid your forehead on your arm, eyes watery from throwing up. immediately as you got the words out, you threw up again.

"i know, i know.. but i know you're gonna end up drinking again," ethan teased softly, making your back heave as you managed a laugh, only for it to be interrupted by you throwing up again. "it's okay, let it all out." he couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped his lips. “i can’t believe a sex joke made you throw up.”

and you almost laughed again if you didn’t throw up even more.

the sound of the party died into the background as ethan sat next to you on the ground. your head was laying on your arm, which was on the toilet seat. you were still intoxicated, and the world was still spinning, but you could see the obvious turmoil on ethan's face. you poked his arm. "what's wrong?"

"what?" ethan said, snapping out of his daze to send you a tight lipped smile. "nothing's wrong."

"liar."

"i'm not!"

"i know you better than that, e," you murmured, half lidded eyes staring at him. you had thrown up most of your alcohol, and while you were still inebriated, you felt a lot more clear headed than earlier. “what's wrong?"

ethan looked at you, eyes flashing with hurt as he pictured you again dancing with someone else. "do you really want to know?" he asked you, and you nodded. even while drunk, you opted to listen.

"you looked beautiful when you were dancing," ethan began, managing a soft smile, "i don't think i've ever seen you like that. it's not a bad thing or a good thing, but it's a new thing, y'know?" he sighed. "you dance really well, i'm surprised you haven't told me," a genuine smile appeared on his face when he heard you laugh quietly. "and your laugh.. i swear i would listen to it over whatever horrible music is playing right now."

ethan looked at you, taking in your obviously roughed up and intoxicated form. but somehow, even with slightly messy hair and most of your make-up rubbed off and with your breath smelling only a little bit like puke, you still looked beautiful. it was enough to make someone who talked as much as him to go quiet in awe.

"but when you laughed, and when you smiled,” ethan said slowly, taking in heavy breaths with every word. fear thrummed through his body, mingling with the nervousness as he twiddled with his fingers anxiously. to continue on would be to admit everything. to admit how he felt, the thoughts he had been having about you, everything. and to admit it to you would be to risk losing a friendship and one of the most important people in his life.

“.. you weren’t smiling or laughing at me. and i hated that.”

confusion spread over your face before realization hit your eyes. “oh.” and oh, it suddenly all made sense. why ethan was so bothered, why you were so willing to listen to one person speak for forever as long as it was them, why even as you danced with another, something was off because he wasn’t ethan. he wasn’t your best friend.

“you don’t have to say anything,” ethan mumbled, completely misinterpreting your realization for rejection. his eyes watered slightly as he avoided your gaze. “it’s been going on for a while now, and i get it if you don’t feel the same! i really do, it’s just,” he sighed shakily, “i don’t want to lose you—”

“ethan—”

“i was completely willing to just shut up about how i felt as long as that meant i could still have you in my life, y/n,” ethan said, looking into your eyes earnestly. “and i thought i could keep it under wraps but i have to tell you at least once because—”

“i love you.”

“what?” ethan blinked, making you smile, your head still resting on your arm.

“i love you, ethan.”

a toothy smile spread over his face at that, his shoulders relaxing as he searched your face for any doubt. “are you— are you sure?”

“i wouldn’t say it if i wasn’t,” you murmured softly as you raised your head, making ethan laugh in relief.

“holy shit— i love you too.” ethan said, leaning forward, only for you to stop him.

“e, i might throw up on you if you kiss me.”

“do you think i care?”

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[eufezco]

A TASTE OF YOU – Tyler Galpin x Vampire!reader

SUMMARY – You accidentally bite Tyler.

Wednesday ordered both of you to stay in your dorm until she and Enid were back, and you and Tyler were following her orders extremely well because none of you felt the need to be around anyone else or be in any other place when you were together.

The first time you met Tyler you would have sworn you had never seen anyone as beautiful as him. His caramel hair and his green eyes shone under the dim lights of the coffee shop where he worked, and when he saw you entering the shop along with Wednesday and Enid, with your red eyes shining so brightly and hypnotizing him, he would have sworn that you were an angel. Nothing could be further from the truth.

Tyler at first seemed like something you couldn't afford, you couldn't even be in the same room as him without all the muscles in your body tensing and that lump of fear of not being able to control yourself forming in your throat. Tyler smelled so good. You've never wanted anything more than a taste of Tyler. You wished you didn't think of him in that way, and you felt so bad at first for having those thoughts but it was your nature, you couldn't help it. His smell was so intense and strong to you that when he was around, you couldn't even perceive the smell of coffee nor the smell of the people in the cafeteria either, only his.

Then you started spending more time together and you got used to his intoxicating scent, to his long and tempting neck, to the thick veins running down his hands, and he got used to your cold skin every time he would put his on top of yours, to the way you liked your coffee, and to make sure that your favorite table was free every time you visited him, the farthest away from people and windows.

In an act of courage, you invited him to the dance. He looked amazing in his white suit and he couldn't stop complimenting you and how beautiful you looked in your white dress. His face was so close to yours while you danced that you could even feel your breaths mixing until the moment was ruined and you both ended up soaked in fake blood.

Enid and Wednesday kept their curious eyes on both of you all night, and you internally blamed both of them for being so gossipy about Tyler not kissing you that night, but you kept saying to them that everything was fine between you and him and that it wouldn't have happened anyways because you and he were just friends.

Now he was sitting on your bed, with his back against the wall and one of your scrapbooks on his legs, waiting for you to finish your essay while he checked all of your memories glued to a notebook. This moment brought so much peace to both of you and it made you feel good that you could be in the same room in silence and it didn't feel awkward at all, but you couldn't help but think about the way he was leaving his scent in your bedsheets. Not only there but all of your dorm smelled like him.

—And... I'm done —. You announced to him.

Tyler raised his eyes from your album to look at you while you closed your books and laptop. In fact, he had been looking at you for a really long time, but every time you turned around to see what he was doing or if he was bored, he acted as if he wasn't paying attention to you.

He watched you all the time, even when you thought he wasn't: the first time he saw you no one else seemed to exist in his eyes. He was looking at you through the store window in Jericho looking for the perfect dress with Enid. Then Wednesday appeared by his side all of sudden, and she almost gave him a heart attack. She told him how creepy he was being by stalking you and not going inside and talk you. He was looking at you dancing with your friends and having fun at the dance while he went to refill his cup, and he was looking at you at that time as well, focusing on your homework and biting your lower lip.

You sat in front of Tyler to see what part of your scrapbook he was looking at. —Oh that's when me and my family travelled to Transylvania.

Tyler kept turning the pages and listening closely to everything that you told him about your travels, your family, your friends. He also asked you a lot of question only so you could keep talking. Until he got to the page where you glued a sugar sachet from the Weathervane cafe and a piece of a napkin with the name of the cafe. You wrote the date and a "T" in the corner of the page. The letter was small, barely visible, but Tyler was quick to notice and couldn't help but smile while looking at the page.

—It is from the first day I went to Jericho —. You tried to explain. It was obvious that he noticed that that page was his.

Tyler nodded. The smirk remained on his lips as you tried to justify yourself. —That's all that happened that day?

—That's all I remember —. You teased him.

—Oh, that's all you remember? —Tyler asked, closing your scrapbook while subtly leaning towards you. You nodded, swallowing nervously for having him so close.

Your breaths mixed, just like the day of the dance, but this time Tyler was not going to back off. Duringt those seconds of silence Tyler's eyes took their time to stare at your lips, and then his eyes tried to meet yours but your eyes were focused on his lips. So pink and cute. Tyler's scent took over your entire body, and that was the hardest exercise of self-control you had ever had to make. Your gums hurt from holding your fangs, you were trying so hard to not let them out and ruin the moment.

He called your name. You hummed, letting him know that he got your attention. —Can I kiss you?

You nodded to his question, closing your eyes, and inhaling Tyler's scent. He licked his lips before he leaned towards you and connected his lips with yours. He did it carefuly. Tyler's lips were soft and warm, and they moved smoothly with yours. You let out a sigh against his lips, and what you tried to prevent, inevitably happened. Your fangs came out when you were sucking on his lower lip and your sharp teeth sunk into his skin. Immediately after, he hissed and broke the kiss, bringing his fingers to his lip, and discovering the blood coming out of them.

—Tyler, I'm so sorry —. You were beyond embarrassed. Not only did you hurt him but now the smell of his blood was making your irises turn into an intense red. Your eyes were locked on the blood running down his fingertips, and the beautiful red color of it, feeling your fangs grow bigger and your throat go dry. You looked away as soon as you realized how creepy that was probably being. —I'll go and get you some paper.

—No. It's– It's okay. Look, I'm fine. Nothing happened —. He quickly licked the blood off his lips, not giving it much importance so you wouldn't give it either and as if he had not realized the reaction that what just happened had had on you, he kissed you again.

Your eyes opened wide while Tyler kissed you. His mouth tasted like blood. But not any blood. His blood. And it was as sweet as you imagined it to be. The little wounds on his lower lip were still bleeding a little bit, the blood coming out of them going directly into your mouth and making you tense your back. Tyler thought that you were just nervous so he moved one of his hands to cup one of your cheeks in an attempt to reassure you. You shouldn't be enjoying this, but you would be lying if you said you had never imagined what this moment would feel like. The warmth of his touch made you come back to reality and realize that you weren't kissing him back. You closed your eyes and your hand went to the back of his head to deepen the kiss.

Your lips focused on his lower one which Tyler appeared to enjoy because of the way, he hummed in your mouth. Your hand was deep inside the curls at the back of his head, pulling him closer if possible, and both of his hands were on your cheeks.

—Ew —. Wednesday said. —I'd rather have needles under my fingernails for the rest of my painful existence than have to watch this again.

—Oh, come on... —Enid nudged Wednesday. —You guys are so cute!

By the time your friends interrupted you two, you made sure that no sign of blood was left on his lips or yours. Your two friends entered your shared dorm and approached you and Tyler to explain what they had found out. You got up from your bed and let them know that you needed to use the bathroom.

Even though your cheeks were cold, you had that human sensation of them burning after your kiss with Tyler. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you noticed the bloodstain on your cheek. When Tyler cupped your cheeks, he still had blood on his fingers after wiping it from his lips and now it was all over your cheek. You knew it was bad, you knew that you shouldn't do it, but you couldn't waste such a delicacy. You licked the tip of your thumb and ran it over your cheek, collecting his blood and then you sucked on your finger.

You loved everything about Tyler.

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[babyyoda234]

Cobblepot's Cabana

Summary: Working for Oswald Cobblepot has its perks. Mr. Cobblepot always gives out Christmas and summer bonuses, you get excellent health insurance... However, working at a pool owned by one of Batman rogues can put you at odds with the Caped Crusader himself. One day, the Riddler and Killer Croc team up to defeat Batman. This team endeavor doesn't work out the way they expected.

Lifeguard POV:

There wasn’t any mention of how to handle situations like this during the certification. Teenage boys doing back flips into the shallow end? Yes. Nose bleeds? Of course. Clocking into work to find the Gotham knight fighting not one, but two of his rogues on the pool deck? Absolutely not. Nothing could have prepared me to witness the all out brawl that was occurring during my shift. Or the fact that Killer Croc’s tail defensively slapped the Riddler, Batman, and Robin into the pool. Tyler hands me the lifeguard tube with a sly smile.

“Good luck with that. I’m going to go pee.”

If I wasn’t so concerned for the teenage vigilante getting his face pushed underwater by a crocodile, that would have been incredibly annoying.

Staring at the drowning quartet, I am faced with a dilemma.

Do I get paid enough for this? (No)

Would interrupting the feud end with my imminent death? (Probably)

Poor Eddie Nygma flails desperately against the waves made by Killer Croc and Batman wrestling. For such an intelligent guy, one would have assumed he would at least know how to doggy paddle... One would be wrong. Every time the man, known to the rest of the world as the Riddler, touches the water... He sinks. It's honestly impressive how quickly he can reach the bottom of the pool. His panicked green eyes cause my heart to swell.

Dammit... Fine.

Within moments, I plunge into the icy water. Of course today of all days Cobblepot would turn the temperature down for dramatic effect. Fighting against Killer Croc's waves, I lunge for Eddie first. Avoiding his panicked limbs, I shove the buoy flush against his chest. Eddie clings onto the life preserver with a grateful gaze as I meet a face full of salt water.

My eyes burn from the impact. Resurfacing a few feet away, the vigilante/ crocodilian brawl somehow managed to turn on the manual waves. I watch in disbelief as Eddie gets pulled in their direction. His feverishly pale skin and blue lips chill me to my core.

"Oh.. No you don't!" I gasp struggling against the current. Another wave pushes me under. Stay calm. You've done this before. Opening my eyes, my heart stops when I register what I am face to face with.

Void like black eyes stare emotionless in my direction. With skin so grey and smooth, I'm almost tempted to run my hand across. However, the hundreds of sharp teeth keep me at bay. There's a shark in the pool, King Shark, to be exact... and he's not happy about the wrestling match going on above. Typical Gotham. Funny enough, I checked the attendance log this morning. Nanaue canceled his membership months ago, but that's none of my business.

From the corner of my eye, I vaguely make out the faint outline of the drowning boy wonder. The kid’s head is above water for now, but the heavy plated Robin suit cannot be easy to swim in.

Sometimes, King Shark confuses the lifeguards for poolside snacks. Easy mistake really. Cobblepot had warned us previously of the last guard who got eaten. Unzipping my fanny pack, I fumble for my saving grace: a small tuna packet from my morning lunch. Offering it to the shark, I await his response. That must have been the right move because a smile emerges with hundreds of teeth barring all at once.

Pressure and panic spreads throughout my body from the lack of oxygen. Crawling to the surface, my lungs gasp for air while I assess the current situation. Eddie's conscious, yet even with the raft his lips are still tinged with blue from his underwater adventure. Robin's fighting with less vigor than before. He doesn't have much time. Killer Croc is in his element. And Batman? Well, like any Florida man wrestling with their local wildlife: he's doing his best. His sluggish movements are showing how much the cape and his weaponry are weighing him down.

Considering my options, I make the dumbest split second decision of my life: I ask for help. Diving under the oncoming waves, I gesture towards King Shark with as much pleading as I can muster. I don't speak Shark, but I motion to my fanny back to insinuate their would be more fish ahead. Nananue slowly nods his head before circling the water around me.

For a second, I think my life is over. Maybe my parents were right to throw a fit when I announced my acceptance into Gotham U. I'm sure Metropolis Lifeguards’ don't have to make bargains with their local trespassing aquatic life.

To my relief, King Shark doesn't bite my head off. With an impatient shimmy, he waits for me to hold on. I shrug before crawling on his back. We cut through the waves with such ease that I find myself in awe of the cartilaginous fish. If I swam like that, I would bum off Oswald Cobblepot too. The Riddler and his life raft tug loosely behind due to the harness around my waist.

Checking my watch, I frown.

Tyler was supposed to take me off stand ten minutes ago. That bastard. From the empty pool deck, I bet he left work early again... for the 3rd time this week.

Speeding past the giant iceberg in the center of the pool, King Shark reluctantly slows down once we near the frail looking teenager. Before I can hoist the kid up, Nananue eyes the young boy with interest.

"Don't even think about it. If you eat Robin, I have to explain to Cobblepot how you've been staying here for months without paying for a membership."

With an exaggerated sigh, the Shark man allows me to hull the kid half way out of the water. Somehow, Robins mask managed to stay on during the kerfuffle. His wet black hair sticks to his forehead. He's got a pulse. He's breathing. Reaching the pool deck, Robin’s limp form is proving ridiculously lofty to move.

Across the pool deck, Batman somehow managed to tranquilize Killer Croc. His damp armor makes a hilarious ~squish~ noise with every step. Eddie sprawls on his back muttering something I assume to be riddle associated. Robin's starting to regain color.

Thank goodness, I didn't have to do CPR; I do not want to be the one responsible for breaking the Boy Wonders ribs.

One eye flutters open, then the other. The intensity of his blue eyes catches me off guard.

"Instead of saving my life," He rasps with a mischievous grin, "Can you save my phone number?"

Very original.

I briefly consider shoving him back into the pool. If I hadn't spent the last 20 minutes trying to save his life, I would have. Instead of responding, I make eye contact with his Guardian.

"I'm going to need to ask you two to leave." I elaborate gesturing to my watch, "The pool closes at 9."

#iceberg lounge #batfamily #lifeguard #gotham x reader #the riddler x reader #edward nygma x reader #killer croc #king shark #gotham rogues #robin x reader #gotham #oswald cobblepot #batfamily x reader #batfamily fluff

[deserteye]

CHAPTER ONE ;; Return to the Falls

DIPPER'S P.O.V.

"It's only been six years since you've been to Gravity Falls, it's fine-!"

"Dip, you're mumbling to yourself again."

Mabel commented, lightly pushing my shoulder.

"Oh, shit- Sorry,"

I laugh nervously, rubbing my wrists.

"You're anxious over nothing Dipping Sauce, it's just the old gang! We saved the world together, it'll be fine."

She reassured. We were about maybe 6 minutes from the stop in Gravity Falls, and it'd been six years since Weirdmageddon. We just graduated Highschool and decided to start our first summer out of school back at Gravity Falls. Mabel kept in contact with Grenda and Candy, and I had Wendy's phone number, but I was always too scared to start a conversation. Mabel says I need to just 'talk to her like a normal person' the same way I did in person, but it's, different, I guess.

"Dipper! It's the sign!"

Mabel jumped in her seat and pointed at the old 'Gravity Falls' sign. I smiled and tried relaxing. While going to high school, I got recommended to a counselor for my apparent social anxiety, which I had no idea I had until someone brought the idea to mind. I've found a few coping mechanisms for my anxiety, and currently, none of them were working for this anxiety.

"Last stop, Gravity Falls."

The bus driver called, and Mabel leaped from her seat, grabbed her suitcase and backpack, and ran out the door, Waddle following close behind her. I picked up my bag and suitcase as well, following her close behind with nervousness running down my spine.

I walked out of the bus to see Mabel group hugging Grenda and Mabel, and being greeted by Grunkle Ford and Stan, Soos, and Wendy.

"Hey, dude,"

Wendy called, grabbing her hat off my head and putting my old pine tree hat back on my hat, pushing the brim of it which pulled a laugh from me.

"Hey, Wendy."

I smiled and blushed awkwardly, putting my hands in my pockets.

"Dude, you hit a huge growth spurt."

She laughed, and Soos stood next to me for comparison, I was almost as tall as him.

"Dude, you're almost as tall as me!"

He commented, smiling and I laughed in response.

~TIMESKIP~

After our little meeting, we decided to walk back to the shack, just to view the changes in town, and see old friends. While walking, there was a new face spotted leaving a grocery store, waving bye to the owner. Around Y/H (Your Height), and S/C (Your Skin Color), they wore a C/C (Color of Choice) sweater and jeans, with a ruby pendant.

"Woahh, who's that cutie?!"

Mabel called out, guess they caught both our eyes. Figures. I discovered I was probably bi in high school, Mabel of course, being omnisexual, was more than supportive, which didn't really surprise me since she cut my hair and helped me bind my chest whenever I found out I was trans. She had way more luck with guys and gals, however.

"Oh, yeah, that's Y/N Sphinx. They don't come into town much."

Wendy explained, putting her hands in her pockets.

"Yeah, they're some kinda hermit, back when I lived here I only saw them out like, once."

Grunkle Stan added, humming suspiciously.

"So, do they not have any friends?"

Mabel hummed sadly.

"No, we have even tried befriending them, and they do not seem interested."

Candy commented, and I noticed Mabel get a sparkle in her eye.

"Mabel." I said sternly,

"Common Dipper! They need a friend!"

She cried.

"Can we at least go put out stuff in the shack-?!"

I plead before she ran off saying "Nope!" in response, and I chased after her, crying out to her.

YOUR P.O.V.

"Finally done with groceries.."

I sighed, thinking to myself, before looking over my grocery list quickly and humming, putting it in my jean pocket, and I continued walking. I was never a fan of socializing or being out in the town, nothing against the townsfolk. Lazy Susan was a sweetheart, and funny enough Tyler Cutebiker, now Mayor Tyler Cutebiker, and I got along pretty well, I just always kinda got drained from talking to almost anyone besides forest creatures.

"Hey, hey, heyyy!"

I heard someone call out to me and I turned around, stopping in my tracks and looking at the brunette girl who approached me, wearing a pink sweater, and a very similar boy following behind her, having to lean down and take a breath.

"Um- Hi- Can I help you-?"

I asked nervously.

"Hi! I'm Mabel, Mabel Pines, and this is my brother! Dipper!"

Mabel responded, introducing the two of them. She put her hand on her brother's back, patting it while he struggled to breathe. I smiled nervously, laughing lightly at Dipper's struggle for breathing.

I could instantly tell their dynamic, Mabel is the heart and Dipper is the brain, Mabel probably drags them into chaos all the time. I really gotta write that dynamic sometime..

"Hi, I'm so sorry about my sister,"

Dipper apologized, standing up to his full height, he's much taller than I thought- He coughed nervously, putting his hands in his pockets and avoiding eye contact.

"Oh, you're alright- You said 'Pines' right-? Are you related to the Mystery Shack guy?"

I asked, being polite.

"Yeah! He's our Great Uncle Stan!"

Mabel smiled, placing her hands on her hips.

"Oh, cool-! So, can I help you with anything-?"

I smiled nervously, not sure what to do.

"Uhh nope! I just wanted to say hi and compliment your sweater!"

Mabel added, having a bit of a jump in her step.

"Oh, I see- Thank you, my sister made it for me."

I laughed awkwardly, holding my grocery bags in both hands in front of me. We stood in awkward silence for a moment, clearing affecting Dipper and I more than Mabel, before I broke it.

"Well, thank you-! It's been a pleasure but I should be off, uh bye-!"

I stammered quickly before walking off around the corner. Once I got around the corner I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding.

The twins stood there, Mabel and Dipper looking at each other in confusion about the sudden hurry to leave.

[A/N: bit of an extra long chapter since it's a bit late! ^^']

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Next Chapter | CHAPTER TWO ;; That Old Statue

Last Chapter | PROLOGUE ;; An Axolotl's Assignment

#gravity falls #dipper pines #mabel pines #ford pines #stanley pines #stanford pines #pines #bill cipher #bill #x reader #reader #y/n #y/n sphinx #bill x reader #bill cipher x reader #dipper x reader #dipper pines x reader #mason pines #maeve pines #trans dipper #trans dipper pines #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #non binary y/n #nb y/n #enby y/n #nb reader #enby reader #bill x gender neutral reader #bill x non binary reader

[windrsr]

How would your OCs react to receiving a love letter from their darling? Especially a lovey dovey one~

Male Yandere OCs x Gender Neutral Reader

Tw: Stockholm Syndrome

•Henry (Doll Maker) - He smiles as he reads the letter. He's entertained and amused by this letter, and he appreciates your efforts. In return, he makes a little doll that looks exactly like you for to keep. "One day, you will know just how much I love you," he murmurs.

•Micheal (Scientist) - Surprisingly, he chuckles at the letter and keeps it in a locked place. Usually when you show him any kind of affection, he pushes you away. You figure that he was in a good mood, since he didn't throw away the letter like he was expected to. He comes to you and lifts you by your chin, "oh, my little pet. You've grown deeply attached to your owner, haven't you?"

•Miru (Living Doll) - He can't even finish reading it because he's blushing so much. He tries to write you a love letter, but it looks like a book rather than just a one page letter...He gives it to you and he tells you he's happy that you return his feelings.

•Ryan (Test Subejct) - He reads it twice; is this really happening? He thinks. Tears form in his eyes, and he smiles at the letter before holding it close to his chest. He doesn't know how to tell you how much he appreciates this, because at the same time, he thinks he doesn't deserve such a wonderful letter.

Aaron (Best Friend) - He's surprised but delighted; he wasn't expecting you to love him more than a good, best friend! Regardless, he knows that you want to be with him, and only him, and he won't miss this chance to finally claim you as his now that you love him more than a friend. When he's in a bad mood, he takes out the letter and reads it as a reminder that he is "loved".

•Loki (Creature) - He reads it in silence, and then stares at you when he's done. He rubs his scent all over you, but not in a "I love you too" type of way, it's more of a "since you love me, you're stuck with me forever" type of way.

•Samuel (Fatherly) - He smiles gently and he's flattered. But he's also feels so appreciated. He wasn't expecting anything in return, but this is all he needs to feel loved by you. He hugs you and tells you just how much he appreciates you.

•Tyler (Bounty Hunter) - He doesn't know what to feel or say, besides feeling awkward about it. He doesn't mean this in a rejection type of way, but in a "Oh my god, I never experienced this before" type of way. But he knows the letter has a special place in his heart.

•Liam (Submissive/Darling) - Finally, you responded to the hundreds of love letters he sent you over the last few months! He's absolutely delighted, beyond excited. He reads the letter everyday, over and over again, and keeps it in a safe place where it can never be touched by anyone else. As soon as he sees you, he tackles you with a hug and kisses you all over your face.

•Asher (Singer) - He blushes and feels a strange warmth in his heart; this is totally different from all the love letters he receives from his fans. When he gets love letters from his fans, he sighs like it's nothing new. But coming from you, it feels like a special gift. In return, he makes a "love" song about you, and sings it to you in private.

•Unknown (Secret Admirer) - He's pleasantly surprised. He wasn't expecting you to even send him a love letter back after all the gifts, text messages, and voice mails he's sent you. After all, you've been ignoring him for so long. You will communicate using love letters from now on, he decided.

#{all of them} #yandere oc #male yandere #yandere boy #yandere male #male yandere x reader #yandere #yandere oc x reader #male yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling

[swampstew]

1-800-GRANDLINEBLING ♥ Call Me On My Shell Phone

To celebrate 1K+ followers, I opened up phone lines to the crews! Part 3 of 3 ~ X reader with Franky, Brook, Zoro, and X2 Law for @lil-skelly-bones @starblazer124 @sunshinegat0r @strawheart-pirate @writing-yarn-goblin Part 1 | Part 2

You are now being connected to...

Purururu purururu puru—

Franky: What's cookin' good lookin'? My crew is going to be making port in a few days and I wanted to know if you want to hang out. I mean, only if you enjoy going to shows and concerts and stuff. You know me, I always bring the party. Stop playing, you know you love hanging out with me. Heh is that so? Alright, I can do that. I look forward to seeing you. We're gonna have a SUPER Great Time!

Maybe the best thing I've ever done was wait. I made an art form out of endurance. You were worth every single moment - Tyler Knott Gregson

Brook: Yo-ho-ho! Hello my dear, I deeply apologize for the lag in communications recently. The lines were dead, just like me! :D Thankfully, we'll be reaching land in a days time and I was hoping you'd have some freedom in your schedule to pencil me in! You do? Wonderful! I'll be there posthaste. I've brought you some more trinkets and oddities I think you'll enjoy, and as always, I'm the oddest! YOHOHOHO

A friend is someone who knows all about you and still loves you ― Elbert Hubbard

Zoro: Hey, how have you been? Good, listen um I'll be in your area and I was wondering if you wanted to hang out. I know you like going to the botanical gardens and I know there are some you've been wanting to go to, I can take you if--oh? Yeah no sure, that sounds good. Alright, I'll see you in two days. Yeah yeah I missed you too...

You weren't surprised when you got a follow up call to pick Zoro up. Allegedly, there had been an issue with his transportation and when you pulled up to the scene, you were very confused about the minivan full of yarn and wool that Zoro was resting on.

"Hey! This was my ride until it broke down. I replaced the tires but I don't know shit about engines so we called roadside assistance. As thanks for the tire replacement, these ladies will give you as many spools of fiber you want. Go nuts."

With an excited squeal, you picked a conservative number of spools before throwing your arms around the Marimo who blushed profusely. He helped carry them to your car and the two of you began your trek to the botanical gardens.

The first stop - and to Zoro's horror - an outdoor garden with a hedge maze.

After getting lost and hitting your sixth dead end, he let out a frustrated sigh, " You're supposed to be the one with directional skills."

"I wanted to see how bad with directions you really are," you teased him back.

"Heh, well now you know I'm unreliable," he gave you a sheepish smile. "Speaking of, I know you said you had some accrued vacation time. I was wondering if you'd like to come with us on our next voyage. We ship out next week. I could use really use the help to not get lost...if that's something you're into..."

You didn't waste a second, "Yes! I mean, if you really want me to come with."

Zoro gave you a surprised look, "TCH of course I want that, why do you think I asked? It sucks being away from my---," he looked at you with wide eyes, "My...my..." he trailed off.

"Your what?" you asked with big does eyes.

"From...us...you..." he finally drawled out. The seconds dragged before Zoro put on a brave face and tentatively kissed you for the first time. "So if you want to like...be with me or whatever...you should travel with me."

Law: Hey honey, I hope you've been well. Listen, I'll be coming ashore sooner than expected so don't make any plans alright? I want to take you out and spend all my shore time with you before the next trip. I'm looking forward to cuddling in bed and trying out those new restaurants you told me about. I also picked up an indie game from the last island I visited, I know you're going to love it. I'll see you soon!

There is something about falling in love with a beautiful mind that makes me crave their skin. As if gripping onto the back of his shoulders whilst my body is pressed beneath his is all I've left to save me from drowning - Cindy Cherie

Law: Buenas tardes, amorsita. Did you eat lunch already? Good, good. No, I'm not doctoring you - I'm just making sure my girl is doing well. Can't help it. Heh - you're always spicy, mami. I'll be visiting in a few days, can I take you out? Really, I can stay with you? You're so sweet. Ok, can't wait to spoil you when I see you. Vegan donuts? Say less, I'm there! See you soon.

"Here, I know it's not that cold out, but you'll need it for later," Law smirked at you as he handed you an oversized bag. Opening it, you found a magenta colored fur coat - not all the different from his own blue coat.

"Oh? What's going on later?"

"Nope, you're not allowed to ask questions. Go pack a bag and I'll set up lunch. I also got you this cute headset for when we game together," he said with a shy smirk.

You knew Law was a romantic, deep down, and it was so cute seeing himself open up like that to you, so early in your new relationship too.

"Let's just say, I'm going to sweep you off your feet tonight, and every night we spend together."

#1-800-grandlinebling #call me on my shell phone event #follower milestone event #one piece fandom #swampstew events #straw hat pirates #heart pirates #trafalgar law #den den mushi customizations #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgardwaterlaw #surgeon of death #iron man franky #cyborg franky #frank x reader #straw hat franky #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro #one piece brook #brook x reader #soul king brook

[morbiderotica]

Please write a jealous/needy Xavier who has been pining after Reader for a long time and finally tells her how he feels after seeing her flirting with Tyler. All the angst and fluff please!!!

─ ★ r u mine? … gn!reader

It was odd to have a crypt full of outcasts and a seeming normie but with it being Wednesday's birthday and all, no one could really pass up the opportunity. "Oh, stop, you're too funny." You giggle overwhelmingly loud at a barely funny joke that Tyler made. Xavier rolled his eyes, scoffing at your unbelievable behavior. He walked out of the crypt, returning to his dorm.

You noticed his disappearance and went to find him. It wasn't like Xavier to just walk away from a party without telling anyone. You didn't see him loitering outside the crypt so you assumed he went to his dorm. Normally, you would've gone to go check, but it would have been rude to leave now. You hurried back into the crypt and returned to the fun.

─ ★

It's been a few days since the party and Xavier seemed to be ignoring you. It was unlike him to behave like this. Whenever he would see you in the hallway he would avert himself to another direction. He wouldn't even sit with you at lunch anymore. But the worst part of it all is that he wouldn't even acknowledge you when you did get close enough to talk to him.

It was really starting to bum you out. You loved Xavier with all your heart. It pained you to have to go so long without talking to him. Life was so boring and... meaningless. You really missed him.

"Enough is enough." You thought before deciding to corner Xavier. There's nowhere he can go if you surprise him. You walked through the creppy woods to the shed where he would most likely be. You didn't bother knocking, knowing he just wouldn't answer.

"Y/N?" He asked taking his headphones off. "What the hell?" You whine, not sounding as tough or coherent as you wanted to. He furrowed his brows. "You've been ignoring me all week, ever since Wednesday's party." You said and he didn't say anything. He only went back to painting silently. You scoffed and walked up to him and grabbed the paint from his hands.

"Listen to me!" You beg and he couldn't seem less interested in what you were saying. "You're being mean, Xavier." You pout and he almost breaks. "I'm being mean? You're ridiculous." He spat and snatched the paint back. "I didn't do anything to you." You plainly state, sure you're in the right.

He smiled uneasily and licked his teeth. "I'm done talking to you." He shook his head, returning to his painting. "Well, I'm not done talking to you." You replied. "I haven't done anything." You stammered. "And even if I have, you're punishing me without reason!" You cry. "I have a reason." He calmly spoke which really pissed you off. How was he acting like you weren't ready to burst into tears right in front of him?

"Then tell me!" You plead. He stays quiet, ignoring every aspect of you. "Fine. Be an asshole." "I'm not the asshole." His words were calculated, only saying words that he know would get under your skin. He wanted to fight. "You can't be serious right now!  I can't even-" "Shut up." He disgustedly urged.

You didn't dare to speak. He'd never told you to shut up in that tone before. Always in a playful or sarcastic manner. "You don't know anything. Just stop talking. You're embarrassing yourself." You looked down, feeling the redness take up your face.

He noticed this small action, instantly wishing he could take the words back. Nevertheless, he continued the painting. "You know this hurts, right?" You sniffled while holding back tears. "No, don't say that. Get out." You couldn't tell if he was upset or angry. You held your ground and stood still watching the carefully plastered facial expressions that appeared on the tortured artist's face.

"You don't get to come in here and tell me that I'm an asshole when you're torturing me!" He yelled when you didn't leave. "Torturing you? You're the one torturing me! You barely even look in my direction anymore!" You cry out. "Why should I? Just so I can be reminded that... that you don't fucking care about me?" He stammered.

"Of course, I care about you, Xavier!" You tried to give him any sort of comfort. "But never in the way you care about him." He took a deep breath, fighting back the tears. "Him? Who's him?" You ask. "Don't play dumb." He chuckled uneasily. "I'm not?" You argued.

"You know, Tyler, your little boy toy!" He angrily snapped. "Him and his unfunny jokes that you seem to think are fucking hilarious!" He continued. "Tyler's not my boy toy. What are you even saying?" You ask, somewhat offended.

"You're all over him." "I am not!" You retort. "You are! I can't stand it anymore!" He yelled. "Why do you even care?" You laugh, anger taking up your body. "Because I'm in love with you!" He admitted.

You were both silent. It was like the calm after the storm. Neither of you knew what to say. Both out of breath, anger instantly disintegrating. "I didn't-" "You're in love with me?" You questioned. "My mind drowns in the possibility of you and me." He hesitantly added.

You didn't know what to say. You didn't know what to think. "Why didn't you tell me?" You rushed over to him, hugging him. He was confused. Was he hugging you because you felt pitiful for him or because you returned his ardent feelings? "It's not something I would like to admit." He answered.

You pulled away from the hug and looked him in the eyes. A smile formed on your face. He tilted his head in confusion. "Why are you smiling?" He asked. "I'm in love with you too."

#─ ♡ wednesday #this took me longer than i'd like to admit #xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe angst #xavier thorpe fluff #percy hynes white #wednesday #wednesday the series

[bemyhyde]

Love and unhappiness in one person

(A reminder that unfortunately English is not my invantive language, so I use a translator. Possible errors, ofc)

Laurel Gates x fem!reader

(And her side as Marilyn)

summary: Getting an invitation from Wednesday was a very special experience. Didn't want to be at the school ball for nothing. And now that you was head over heels in the red paint, realized that the only upside to going to that nasty place was... Laurel. And being able to see her now for longer than usual.

(You're her Hyde. Tyler doesn't exist)

Warnings: 18+, mommy kink, dirty talk, orgasm control, age gap (reader is in her 19’s), oral sex, praise, a little humiliation, little bit plot and TOO MANY LETTERS, I CAN'T WRITE LITTLE, HELP

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Night was still taking over the city, only the branches of the trees could be heard swaying in time with the wind. The moon shone so brightly that one could see everything in the street without even making an effort. Not far from the town itself you could hear the commotion of teenagers (and not just them) that had started, because of an incident at the school's annual ball. Someone had decided to mess around, so everyone there was now red paint in the face. It was clear from Wednesday and Enid that someone from the Pilgrims had done it. Well, that's very depressing.

But most importantly the plan had been carried out. Eugene has been seriously injured and is sure to fall into a long enough coma. Something inside your heart was gnawing hard, preventing you from quietly accepting the fact of what you had done. Ottinger isn't such a bad person after all. But now you should put those remnants of conscience aside, because need to find Laurel...

Calling this woman Marilyn had her so far was strange enough, perhaps you afraid would inadvertently say her real name and your plan could go to hell. The important thing was that it all worked out, and Addams wasn't spending much time around.

Didn't really want to upset Mommy.

After washing off the blood-red paint and changing into clean clothes, you hurried off to find your master. You couldn't wait to get some encouragement from her. Once in the rather large greenhouse, breathing in the rather humid and clean air, you again plunged into peacefulness. Though, images of the "training" in the cave resurfaced before her eyes and her wrists began to ache.

Attention was distracted from those thoughts by Laurel, who was cursing and cursing every single thing in the world. From head to toe she was covered in paint, even her glasses, which were now lying on the table, were also dirty.

- All the more reason to..." she interrupted her speech, noticing that was not alone. - Oh, sweetheart, you're already here. You've done your job perfectly.

Her tone changed as she began to move a little closer. The smell of paint hit your nose, but that wasn't what drew all your attention. The white clothing clung heavily to her body, making it possible to see things shouldn't have. It seems these ambiguous glances didn't go unnoticed, because a quiet chuckle came to my ears.

- My eyes are above...

The woman let stare at her for a little while longer, and then stepped back as if nothing had happened.

- I'm going to wash this crap off me," Laurel said sullenly, unable to fight her urge to say something unseemly, so she smirked and whispered, "and no, you can't come with me. Sit down and wait.

And in the same instant you felt yourself being as if glued to the chair. Hyde's instincts were kicking in. No, they gave you more or less some kind of freedom, but basically everything your master said had to be done. So no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't get up early. And you didn't want to.

This sort of flirting and flirting in your communication had long been ingrained in your speech, which was already considered something commonplace. Something that "should be". You both didn't mind, and Laurel certainly seemed to enjoy it.

After another couple of minutes Laurel herself appeared, continuing to adjust her clothes. All she was wearing now was a shirt, blue trousers, and her favorite red boots. A couple of buttons were undone, revealing a view of her collarbones, again drawing attention.

Was it normal for Hyde to be attracted to his own master? The question clouded your mind and was intensely frightening.

- Honey, do me a favor," she began, stepping closer, "kill the morons who set up this disgusting prank. Just make it look like an accident. We won't use their body parts.

What? Kill for nothing? But why? No, they'd killed Normie before, but the past actions had been for a good cause... And those guys were literally even younger than Wednesday.

Laurel seemed to notice of your doubt as well, so she knelt down and whispered softly:

- Open your legs

Her voice took on an abruptly serious tone, so the order was carried out in the same second. The woman began stroking the inside of her thigh, barely touching the place she wasn't supposed to be touching, eliciting a quiet sigh.

- So, will you do it? You did a great job with Eugene, I think a case like this would be easy.

Despite what other people's hands were doing, your voice of conscience kept ringing in your ears.

- I still don't know... Actually, Eugene was my friend, it makes me sick to think about...

The speech was interrupted by a hard slap that ran down your cheek, causing the place to turn red. There was a coffin-like silence for a moment, and the woman's kind gaze changed to one of displeasure. The place of the blow burned as your breathing quickened.

- I didn't think those rogue bastards outcast would have such a bad effect on you. Don't you dare even blame yourself for that, they deserve it," her hand undid the buttons on shirt, revealing a view of breasts. - It was the outcasts who made you this way, my dear...

Your gaze remained fixed on the naked part of her body, and something began to tug sweetly at her lower abdomen. This woman was certainly bloody beautiful and beautiful, and the slap was no longer perceived as a wake-up call for to something abnormally. More like an action to get brain working again.

Laurel continued to watch as she was literally undressed by the gaze, coveted and worshipped. A predatory smirk touched her lips.

- Do you like it? - Completely undoing the buttons, which were now only in the way, she took off her shirt, smirking defiantly. - You're a good girl today and you deserve a reward.

Your brain began to remember that there had been such 'rewards' before, but limited to kisses on the cheek, at most on the neck, maybe still the master responded calmly to flirting, but not like this...

Your eyes couldn't tear themselves away from the insolent scrutiny of the her body as Laurel continued to smirk defiantly too, moving closer. Her breath scorched her skin like flames. She seemed to be on edge herself.

- Everyone would be as docile as you, wouldn't they?

She began to deepen the incomprehensible action roughly on the lips. It was impossible to call it a kiss, more like an animal instinct. Full of passion, desire and savagery. Strong hands touched your clothes and tossed them away. The shirt remained in place, but now the pleasant material of the chair felt distinct. Laurel ran a finger gently down your leg, causing goosebumps all over body. Barely touched her clit, gathering the natural lubricant from it, enjoying the moment.

- You're so..." she pulled away from this fascinating activity, dipping a finger into its mouth, beginning to lick it off while watching for a reaction, "sweet. I wish I'd fucked you sooner.

The rudeness and ease in the way she talked about such dirty things... Struck. And quite a lot.

It was definitely not Marilyn Thornhill in front of you now, but the very real Laurel Gates - a your master for whom you'd gladly finish off a couple of tourists, even start seeing Wednesday. And if every praise is like that, you'll do all her bidding always and to the end. Your thoughts was interrupted when someone else's fingers finally slipped inside, starting to move slowly. A loud moan rippled through the room, causing Gates to grin rather happily, speeding up.

- Don't be silent. Make mama happy." She whispered, adding another finger.

- I..." your couldn't speak as the pleasure overtook head, preventing from thinking straight. - I'll do what you asked. Soon... You'll be happy..." another moan escaped my chest. - Please, harder!

Felt with all body that you were about to have a strong orgasm. A few more moments and you thought you were going to die right there from the pleasure, but Laurel stopped and pulled her fingers out at the last moment. The pleasurable sensation cut off at the same moment, leaving an annoying throbbing. Wanting to finally be allowed to cum, you began yanking in place out of desperation, almost whimpering, feeling your gaze burn through.

- What is it, what's wrong? - Laurel spoke in a specially caustic, sort of concerned tone, finding herself between someone else's legs. - Mummy's here. Shh, it's okay," she began to leave gentle kisses on the inside of her thigh while stroking the soft skin with her hands.

- I've done a great job of that. Please, Mommy, let me cum. Please..." your sobs full of pleading rippled through the greenhouse.

The woman reveled in her superiority of the situation, seeing what a "horrible monster terrorising people" you had become while you begging . Now the 'monster' was only sobbing softly, pleading for an orgasm. It looked so beautiful that Laurel couldn't hold back her own groan.

- Just one condition..." she moved her face closer, beginning to touch the exhausted flesh with her tongue. - Don't be silent.

There was no point in her saying anything else, and in a couple of moments the sounds of moaning began to echo throughout the premises, getting louder and louder with each time. The woman did everything slowly, waiting for the command, burning with a look that was sure to imprint itself on the your mind.

- Yes! Yes, please don't stop," you mumbled curtly, noticing that the words weren't having enough effect, so you stopped holding back your expression. - Mommy, please, I'm a filthy slut who leaks with every word you say! I dreamed every day like you... Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Adequate words ran out as Laurel hummed contentedly, speeding up, and her fingers left visible marks on the skin of your thighs, literally squeezing someone else's flesh with their own aesthetic pleasure. The grunts was so perverse and shameless that it was the last straw before your orgasmed. A loud enough "Mommy" escaped lips, and after a few seconds your body literally crumpled in the chair. Everything trembled and throbbed as voice went slightly hoarse.

Laurel halted her actions, standing up slightly, licking her lips seductively, laughing barely audible. A hand lifted your head, revealing a view of someone else's neck. Surprisingly gentle kisses scorched the already burning skin, noting that her pulse was racing.

- Clever girl," the woman said, stretching her vowels.

Suddenly there her was a sudden urge to sit upright on yours lap, which continued to tremble slightly, but because of Hyde's strength you didn't feel heavy or uncomfortable, letting her sit down comfortably. It seemed a huge plus right now.

Laurel was staring with a look that made the goosebumps run up and down your back all too quickly. You wouldn't be surprised if you caught a heart attack right this instant, even the thought flashed through your mind that you were probably just drunk at the ball and catching hallucinations. The thought was brought out by the fact that a your hand was gently placed behind back, a very obvious hint.

- I'd like to cum, too... Would you please me? - The question was rather rhetorical, but you didn't dare refuse.

You felt her breasts pressed against the fabric of your shirt, teasing. A moment later there were dozens of kisses on her skin, you didn't want to leave a single spot unattended. The languid sighs of the master were heard in response, being a delight to the ears. And that wasn't even moaning yet.

Before you knew what was happening, you realized you were already on the floor, and Laurel was staring seductively straight into the remnants of your dark soul.

- Do what obedient girls do," her whisper seemed different, slightly mysterious and pent-up, perhaps frightening. There was nothing left of that kind and sweet teacher mask.

Obediently you found herself between her legs and began the unseemly action, eliciting a loud moan from Gates.

Her fingers were in your hair, lightly stroking it, guiding head where she liked. Unlike what had happened a few minutes ago, Laurel was not at all shy about expressing herself, and this dirty words was even more arousing.

You'd kill anyone for her just to hear her moans bursting out of such beautiful breasts. The faithful and loving monster that everyone who lived near Nevermore and Jericho feared now wished only that this moment would never end.

- Fuck, this is fucking awesome," Laurel muttered quite impolitely and incorrectly, recovering her breath as she sprawled out imposingly in her chair.

A couple of loud breaths and exhales, the clothes put back on, and the woman regained her composure, continuing to stare at the disheveled but contented outcast.

The voice of reason (perhaps of her father) came back to her, ringing in her ears, screaming that she had disgraced their whole family by sleeping with an outcast. By shagging with her outcast. Her own, who was willing to do anything for her.

- Can I..." the question went unanswered, Laurel only nodded, continuing to be immersed in her own thoughts.

Your head was now resting on her master's lap, and her fingers again buried themselves in your hair, this time gently stroking it.

The moonlight, slipping in and out of the premises, was casting an atmosphere, Laurel looked even more beautiful now, especially in her brooding state.

- I love you.

Laurel Gates had become your love, your misfortune, but so close and sinisterly beautiful. You needed her more than anyone else in this world.

Those three unfortunate words brought the woman out of her thoughts, causing her to blink rapidly in surprise.

Her mother would never have approved of that. And Crackstone would have burned her alive long ago, but right now it was just her and her Hyde.

Also, Laurel didn't care.

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22. Vie

"Why do I have to drop you off? I really can't see?" Stevie pouts, pulling into the parking lot of the tattoo shop, simply named Tattz.

"Vie, I already told you that it's a surprise." Rod deadpans, "I'll only be a couple hours."

"Okay, fine." He unbuckles the seatbelt and leans over the middle console to give her a kiss, the frown still on her lips as he pulls away.

He chuckles. "C'mon, baby. Fix your face."

"Are you still getting it in the same place?" Her fingertips stroke his forearm.

"Nah, I want it on my neck." Her eyes widen.

"That's gonna hurt!"

"Eh, the pain is worth it, and you'll see why. I'll see you later, okay?"

"Okay. I love you."

"I love you more." He pecks his lips again, before hopping out of the passenger seat and into the black and brick building.

Fixing her thigh-length dress in the mirror, she grabs her ringing cell off the counter.

"I'm on my way down, now..... yes, I'm wearing the dress, girl!....okay, coming!" Grabbing the pink, heart shaped purse that Rod bought her and slinging it over her shoulder, she drops her phone inside and grabs her sweater off the back of her chair.

Locking Rod's door with her key, she slides into the passenger seat of the black '89 Jeep Wrangler, squeals filling the car.

"I know I just saw you, but I missed you so much!" Tyler pulls Stevie into a hug.

"I missed you too, sis! Where we headed?"

"Let's see... we're gonna hit the mall, grab some food and go back to this poetry club, so you can check out that girl, again. She's super good and I heard she's doing a new piece, today!"

"How you know that?" Stevie asks as Tyler starts driving.

"You're not the only one who likes spoken word, my dear. There's this guy that performs every Wednesday. On top of him being foine, his pieces are really nice."

Stevie shakes her head. "You done made your move, yet?"

"Actually, no. Believe it or not, I'm nervous. But, anyway—"

"Huh? You're nervous?"

"Yes, Stevie. I'm capable of these feelings, apparently."

"Duh!, I just never thought I'd see the day. You like him."

"If you saw him, you'd see why!"

"Woah, he's that cute?"

"I believe the word I used was foine.," Stevie rolls her eyes as her best friend practically drools. "He's about six foot three... high yellow complexion... honey brown eyes.. always keeps a low-cut. Ugh! Those lips, Jesus."

"This is a sight.," Stevie laughs.

"So is he." Tyler dreamily sighs.

Hands full with shopping bags, Tyler and Stevie load up the trunk and sit in the backseat, chomping on the oversized slices of pepperoni pizza.

"Tito's is never gonna go outta business if we got anything to do with it!," Tyler exclaims, a mouth full of cheese.

"If you don't chew that cheese, before you choke.," Stevie laughs.

"Mm-mm!," she swallows her food., "so, what do you think Rod's getting?"

"I don't know and I'm mad that he practically sent me away!" She huffs. "It better be fucking fantastic."

"You're such a drama queen, bro." Tyler shakes her head.

"No. I just wanna see, that's all."

"And, you're going to! Just have patience."

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Heading into the cozy lounge, high off their asses, the pair sit close to the stage.

Casually taking in her surroundings, her eyes set on him. The smirk graces her lips, before she can help it.

Tyler would never immediately admit it to Stevie, but she found herself falling for this guy.

"Ima start calling you googly eyes.," Stevie mumbles, chin in hand to keep her face from hitting the marble surface of the table.

"Shut up!"

"Where is he?"

"Right over there," Tyler reaches across to turn her head in his direction, watching her brows raise. "See! I told you!"

"Oh my goodness. He's cuter than any boy you've ever liked or... ya know."

"I know! you think I should say something to him?"

"Well, you said you were nervous. I don't want you to get in front of him and start babbling like an idiot or anything— unless, he likes that sort of thing." Stevie cheeses.

"I'm not gonna babble. I'm quiet, when I'm high."

"Still, maybe let him approach you—"

"He probably doesn't even know I exist!"

"I bet you, he does."

"What's goin' on, everybody! How y'all doin' today?" The lovely presenter, whose name is Chad, according to Tyler, comes to the stage with his own microphone.

"Dude's a damn trip, ain't he?" Tyler laughs.

"Indeed. He told me and Rod that we were the best lookin' couple in here. Oh no, he spotted me!" She covers her face.

"Hey, ladies! I'm tellin' ya man, you up in here bein' shy!" Stevie laughs, waving him off.

"Aight, aight. Enough of that., y'all know I'm bringing your favorite to the stage! She's got a new piece and it's fiya! Give it up for Suga!" The crowd claps.

He steps off stage and the auburn curtains slowly draw back. The lights dim like usual, casting an already dewy Suga in a natural light, making her look otherworldly.

From the gold in her ears and around her neck, to her hourglass silhouette in the olive sweater dress, Stevie was glued to her seat, ready to hear every word.

"How y'all doin'?," the enchanted crowd whistles in response, making her laugh. "Now, I'm gonna let y'all in a little secret. I was a little nervous about this one, but since y'all are my favorites... I'll go ahead and give it to you. So, here's my newest piece, sweet tooth."

"Honey on my lips,

I can still taste you.

Your scent fresh in the air,

Covering me even when you leave.

I've got a craving for you,

Even at the worst times...

I can't help it,

You've got me hooked.

The feel,

The thrill.

Touch me...

Kiss me..

Taste me...

Feel me...

Whenever you want me,

Come get it. Take it.

You've got me spoiled."

Snaps of approval fill the air, much to her liking. Stevie claps, due to her overexcitement, making Tyler laugh and reach out for her hands.

"Bro, calm down!"

"What??, she's really good!" Stevie swats Tyler away.

"Thank you.," Stevie turns around to face Suga, herself. "Wow, you're prettier up close."

"Me?! Have you seen you??"

An infectious smile graces her face. "I'm Suga."

"I'm Stevie. Can I just say that I'm such a fan of yours!"

Tyler's engaged in their conversation, when she feels a presence near her. She turns her head, locking eyes with the man of her dreams.

"Hi.," his deep voice thuds through her chest, "can I steal you for a moment?"

"I don't think she'd mind." A chuckle leaves her lips, as he helps her down from her seat to the loveseat in the corner.

"I'm Chris. What's your name, beautiful?"

"Tyler., but, you can call me beautiful, too." A low laugh escapes him, giving her a glimpse of his pearly whites, sending her swooning.

"Has anybody ever told you how fine you are?" she asks as she tugs on her bottom lip, shamelessly ogling at him.

"I've heard it a few times."

"You have, huh?"

"Mhm. I like when you say it, though." Her brow lifts as he scoots closer to her.

"Oh, I gotta watch you.,"

"What I do?" He laughs.

"You're too smooth. I'd get in trouble with you."

"A little trouble ain't never hurt nobody, beautiful."

"...speaking of my friend," Stevie looks around, until she spots Tyler cozied up. "Oh, she's good."

"He'd been eyeing her, since he stepped foot in here. I'm glad he took my advice and made his move." Suga giggles, sipping on her cosmo.

"Really? My girl was so nervous to even speak to that man! And to think, she didn't even think he noticed her."

"We sound like a couple of matchmakers, huh?"

"We do! But, I wanted to ask you something."

"Ask away, doll."

"Okay, so poetry is basically my life and I've always dreamt of going up on stage and sharing it, but my nerves have always gotten the best of me. Then, you get up there and started talkin' about how nervous you were and I just need some advice." Stevie stresses.

"Well, since I was young, I've been performing my pieces in front of small crowds. The butterflies never really go away, but it stops being such a big deal, over time. You just gotta be confident in your work! It helps other people perceive you as a big deal."

"Ugh, I wish that kind of confidence came overnight."

"Don't we all!," Suga laughs., "but, I'd love to see some of your work! Maybe, I could help you out."

"I'd love that!"

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"Baby!, I'm home!" Stevie announces, slightly stumbling into the house with her shopping bags, feeling around on the wall for the light switch.

"I'm upstairs!," he yells back. Finding the switch, she sits her bags on the counter and carefully heads upstairs, finding him standing in the bathroom.

"Hey," she slides up behind him, wrapping her arms around his torso. "I missed you."

"I missed you, too. You high?" He asks, peeking down at her. She nods, the goofy grin plastered on her face.

"Can I see the tattoo, now?"

"I guess, I've made you wait long enough." He turns around and pulls the bandage back, watching her eyes light up at the bright red 'Vie' inked on the left side of his neck, in cursive.

"Oh my... you did not get my name tattooed on you!" She gawks at it, lightly tracing her fingers over his skin.

"Of course, I did!" He chuckles.

"What about the flames and all that other stuff?"

"Well, I was gonna do that.. but, it didn't feel right. You felt right. Babygirl, you're my everything. It's only right that I get to carry you everywhere I go."

"Wow," the dreamy look in her eyes makes him smile.

"Do you like it, vie?"

"I love it." She covers the tattoo back up, pulling him in for a kiss. His hands sneak towards the bottom of her dress, gripping her ass.

She laughs into the kiss, reaching back to swat his hands away, "stop!"

"Mm., you look pretty, and that ass is beggin' me to touch it." He pecks her lips, reaching for it again.

"Is it, really?" He nods, kissing her exposed shoulder. His kisses trail up her neck, sending tiny shocks through her body.

Sitting her on the high counter, he wraps his hand in her ponytail, slightly yanking it back, earning a sweet moan. Their lips find each others' in a heated panic.

The minute his hand inches up her thigh, she grips his wrist. He grunts. "what you doin'?"

"Slowing you down."

"Why?"

"Cause, I wanna take care of you." His hand slides between her legs, anyway, cupping her drenched heat. Her jaw goes slack.

"You can do that... I just wanna touch it." Pulling her wet panties to the side, his thumb rubs circles over her slick bud. Her breath gets caught in her chest.

Closing the space between them, Rod shoves his tongue into her mouth. Her wandering hands move to his sweats, palming his growing erection.

"Mmm.," she comes up for air, leaning into him, "let me taste you, baby."

Sinking onto the fluffy rug in his bathroom, she grips the hem of his sweats, slowly pulling them down, revealing his thick and heavy piece.

Her eyes trail up to his, giving a wink as her soft lips press against his veiny girth.

"Soft ass lips..," he mumbles before taking his own bottom one between his teeth, watching her mouth stretch around his length.

"Oh shit.." she starts off quick, bobbing her head up and down. One hand in between her legs and the other jerking him.

"Mm!, that fuckin' mouth." He grips the base of her ponytail, slowing her down. Removing her lips from him with a pop, her hand continues to work against him.

"Can't handle it, baby?" A giggle intertwined in her question.

"Put yo lips back on that dick, babygirl." Doing as she's told, her movements slower and more passion-filled.

"Just like that...," the gravel in his voice sending a chill through her, while she attacks her clit with the slippery pads of her fingers.

"Shit... Ima cum..." she moans against him, suctioning her cheeks. His grip on her hair tightens as he gyrates against her mouth.

"Oh fuckkkkk," he erupts, his eyes shut and mouth wide open. She sucks him up, not wasting a drop. Lazily sliding him out of her mouth, she repeatedly kisses the tip.

"Stop.. shit.," he hisses, pulling her up from the floor and bends her over the counter, facing the mirror.

"You finna get it."

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"Fuck, just like that!" Stevie moans.

Her arousal leaking down her long legs as Rod pounds into her from behind, ponytail in a tight grip.

"Shit.," he grunts, watching her ample ass clap against his thighs, the tip of his dick hitting the spot that makes her clamp down on him.

Her hands claw at the counter as her eyes stay glued to the mirror in front of them, transfixed by the dazed look on her face.

"Feels so good.... feels so!— ohhh shit!" She reaches a hand back to pull him closer, eyes rolling back as her weak spot is located.

"Right there!, ohhh fuuuuuck, right there!" Pressing her chest up against the cold counter, he thrusts into her with brute force, her jaw dropping.

Her nails dig into his skin as her thighs begin to tremble., "I'm gonna cum!" The sweet lilt in her voice making him twitch inside of her.

"Cum on this dick," his breath hitting the back of her neck, making her jump slightly.

"Keep fucking me!, don't stop fucking me!" She cries out, the knot in her belly growing by the second.

"I ain't stoppin', baby... cum on this dick.," he repeats, his tone turning her to mush. Her back caves in as her orgasm rips through her tiny frame.

"Ooh shit!, you fuck me so good." Her words slur as she forces herself back upright. He lowers his lips to her ear and stares at her through the mirror.

"This my pussy.,"

"Yessss, it's your pussy, babyyy!" She moans through gritted teeth.

"Mmnh," Rod grunts, "takin' this dick like a champ today, huh?" She nods.

"I feel it in my chest, daddy." Her eyes shut tightly as a wave of pleasure jolts through her. The angle he's fucking her at, becoming too much for her.

"You got it, baby. Gimme one more."

"Uh! Fuck me!" Her brows knit together. The faces she makes send a chill up his spine.

"Shit... yo high, pretty ass... takin' this dick like daddy taught you.." he teases, gripping her ass.

"I'm gonna cum!"

"I'm right here... let it go.," their peaks hit, simultaneously.

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Reconstructing her ponytail the best she can, Stevie heads downstairs and joins a high Rod in the kitchen.

"There she is!," his goofy grin makes her laugh.

"I've got some exciting news."

"Oh yeah? Lay it on me." She sits on the stool and twists back and forth.

"I met that girl, Suga today!," his brows raise in excitement for her, waiting for her to continue. "I know! She's super sweet and she offered to help me overcome my stage fright!"

"So, you might be gettin' on that stage, sooner than you think! That's amazing, baby."

"I'm really excited!" She cheeses.

"I know, you are. Whenever that day comes, I'll be right there."

"I appreciate you, babe. How's work?" He sighs.

"Lee's about to break my back with these responsibilities, but if I wanna be manager, I gotta be ready for 'em."

"What's he got you doing?"

"I gotta close up shop, every day, now. There's a specific way that he organizes everything and I've gotta follow suit— that one works in my favor, because I'm OCD about stuff like that, too."

"Don't I know it. You had a fit, when I moved your towels around!," he waves her off, laughing.

"Hush, girl."

"Okay, okay." She holds her hands up.

"I'm just gonna have a lot on my plate, soon."

"Well, I'll be here to brighten up your day in any way I can."

"I appreciate it, babygirl. How's it been, back at the house?"

Stevie decided to go back home for a couple days, after Rod installed a new security system for her, calming her nerves a bit.

"Well, the first night was fine, cause Tyler was home. The next couple were rough, though. I felt like a baby, cause I kept my lamp and tv on all night.," she frowns.

"Aw," he rounds the counter and wraps his arms around her. "You're my baby."

She sucks her teeth., "shut up!,"

"I'm joking, babygirl. You want me to go back to the house with you?"

"I'd rather just stay here. I like your bed, more than my own." She laughs.

"It's that therapedic mattress, ain't it?"

"That, and the cutie that it belongs to." She kisses the arm that's draped over her chest. He chuckles, spinning her around to face him.

"Guess who's gotta meet with Mr. Big stuff, tomorrow?"

"You're so corny," she laughs, "are you gonna be nice?"

"I'm always nice, Alaina. As long as he doesn't start anything, we'll be cool."

She rolls her eyes. "Yeah, we'll see."

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Knocking on the green screened door, the pair hold their sweets, securely; Stevie with a pound cake and Rod with a cherry pie.

Viv opens the door with a bright smile on her face. "Oh, my babies! You made it!" She kisses their cheeks and pulls them inside and into the kitchen.

"You can sit those down, right there.," she points to a clearer spot on her counter. "How have you two been?"

"We've been great, ma. How you been?" Rod asks, his eyes wandering.

"I've been lovely. David's looking for you, as a matter of fact."

"Word?, where he at?"

"Out in the backyard, talking to your aunts."

"Cool, cool. Stevie, come on. Let me introduce you to my people." She gladly takes his hand as he leads her outside.

"Hey, baby!"

"Aw, you're so handsome!"

"Spitting image of his mama, ain't he?!" His aunts greet him in the same that Stevie's family did her, making her laugh to herself.

Briefly releasing her hand to hug and kiss them, he grabs it again to introduce her.

"Aight, aight," he laughs, "this is my girlfriend, Stevie."

"You're so beautiful, darling," aunt Monica pulls her into a hug, which she accepts.

"Thank you!, it's nice to meet you."

"You too, sweetheart."

"I'm Angie, it's nice to meet you." Another hug as the scent of vanilla hits her nose.

"You too, you smell good!"

"Thanks! I make my own perfume."

"She'd brag about it to everybody if she could., I'm Jessie. It's a pleasure to meet you." One more hug.

"You, as well. Wow, the genes in this family are strong."

"We get that a lot!" They all laugh.

"So, how long have you two been together?" Monica asks.

"Seven months." Stevie says.

"Going on eight, pretty soon." Rod adds, pulling her into his side.

"Oh, wow! A year, soon! You two are just the cutest! Aren't they??" Jessie rambles.

"They really are." David comes through the back door. "Hello, ladies."

"Hi, David," they reply in unison, making Rod suck his teeth.

"How you doin', man?" He addresses Rod.

"I'm straight. I need to talk to you."

"Aight. Let's go talk, then." David leads the way. Rod almost gets away, until Stevie pulls him back.

"Be nice," she pleads, pressing a kiss to his lips.

"Cut that out. I'm the definition of nice." He repeats her gesture, adding a kiss on her nose, before disappearing.

"That boy's a card, yeah?" Viv joins them outside.

"If that ain't the word for him, I don't know what is. I just hope he don't go out there, actin' a fool."

"Big man like David'll knock him down to size," they both laugh.

"Does he not like him?" Angie asks.

"No." Stevie and Viv quickly answer.

"Why?? David's a good guy." Monica says, waving her cigarette clad hand in the air.

"Rod isn't used to me being with anybody, so the adjustment is just taking longer. I hope he'll grow out of that, soon." Viv frowns.

"Well, that's what this talk is supposed to do." Stevie explains. "Hopefully the tension gets resolved and Rod can see that David isn't a bad guy."

"So, what did you wanna talk about, son?" David asks, sitting on one side of the picnic table.

"Ima just cut right to it. You being with my mom don't sit right with me. I'm sure you're good to her, and I hope you are for your sake... but, I don't wanna see her get hurt." He cracks his knuckles underneath the table.

"Sounded like a threat," David laughs.

"Promise." Rod corrects.

"Okay, okay. There's no need for that. I'm not here to hurt ya mom. We've been friends for a very long time. You're not the only one that hated seeing her go through the shit your father put her through." David explains. "She deserved and still deserves better than that., you and I both know that." Rod lifts his eyebrows in agreement.

"True."

"I'm not gonna hurt her. She's far too special to me. I promise." Searching his face for untruths, Rod comes up empty handed.

"I'll lay off you... for now," it takes a minute for him to crack a smile, letting David know that it was okay to laugh.

“I guess you're not a bad dude."

"I'll take it." They stood up from the table, "glad we could solve this like adults." He pats Rod's shoulder.

"Not gonna lie, my initial instinct was to fight. But ma raised me better than that, and Stevie would've literally killed me." Rod chuckles as they head back towards the the small crowd.

"They don't play."

"No, they do not!"

“Now, let's talk about this tattoo I'm seein’, peekin’ from underneath your collar, son.” Viv grills as soon as he's back in her grasp.

“Ah, come on ma. You don't like it?”

“If you like it, that's all that matters chy.”

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[Prompy] Lindsay is asked if she regrets going on Total Drama. She can’t fathom why. She has Beth and her Tyler; what else could she ask for?

Celebrity Manhunt On the Street! Interview Transcript - Lindsay Kuiper, 05/22

Francis Malone: Lindsay? Lindsay - talk to us!

Lindsay Kuiper: Oh, hiiiii, Celebrity Manhunt!! It's been a minute, teehee.

Malone: It certainly has - we'd like to catch up with you now that your time on Total Drama has definitively ended.

Kuiper: Of course I wanna talk, it's - Wait, what do you mean, ended? We've only done, like, two seasons!

Malone: Lindsay, there have been five seasons, four of which you've competed and lost in. 

Kuiper: ...Are you sure? That doesn't sound right...

Malone: Believe me, that's God's honest truth. Doesn't that make you really upset?

Kuiper: I don't know, doing so much Total Drama always made me super sore and gross feeling! I guess it's not so bad that I won't have to do that anymore. No, actually, I LOVE that!! From now on, there'll be no more drama for Lindsay Kuiper!

Malone: Hold on. Are you saying that you regret ever going on the show? That you regret becoming famous?

Kuiper: Well, no. I do REALLY like being a star. I get to be in magazines and TikToks now, and everybody LOVES me! In a few weeks, I'm going on the Johnny Falcon show!

Malone: Uh, do you mean Jimmy Fallon?

Kuiper: No, I think that's his brother.

Malone: ...Okayyy, but still. The fame was worth all the challenging tasks you were set during your time on the show?

Kuiper: It's not about the fame at all, duh! Why would I regret going on Total Drama?  That's where I met my best friends in the whole wide world!

Malone: Who, Heather? Alejandro? 

Kuiper: What are you talking about? Those guys are total jerks. I just mean that if I hadn't gone on the show, I never would have met Beth and Tyler.

Malone: Really? Beth and Tyler? The goody two-shoes Girl Scout and the failed athlete? They're the people you choose to be your best friends?

Kuiper: Tyler isn't a failed athlete. He's really talented, and a really hot boyfriend! And Beth is the BIGGEST sweetheart of all time! We've been close since the start, when we were both working for Heather.

Malone: Right. You do know that Tyler is still the least-talked about contestant on any of the TD fansites? Sure, his numbers took a spike during the whole Gwuncan fiasco in season three, but it wasn't enough to make the poor guy actually interesting. Heck, it took you ages to even remember his name. And the only reason Beth ever made it to the final two was sheer dumb luck. Duncan was a formidable competitor, as long as Courtney wasn't around - but Beth? Nothing but a brace-faced dork with pathetic delusions of grandeur.

Kuiper: ...Hmmmm. Ok. What's your name again? Frankie Capone?

Malone: Francis Malone.

Kuiper: Ok, well, I am so done talking to you, Francesco Maroon! I would tell you about my life if you were interested, but all you want to do is make fun of my best friend and boyfriend! Bridgette was right, I REALLY need to stop talking to you Celebrity Manhunt people. All you care about is the drama.

Malone: To be fair. The show is named Total Dr - 

Kuiper: Get lost, you bloodsucking fun-ruining badly-dressed sorry little son of a [REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED]! Don't you EVER say anything bad about my best friends again!

Cameraman: Uh, hey, dude? I think we should get the hell out of here.

Malone: Agreed. Move it, people!

End of audio transcription.

#td #total drama #total drama lindsay #total drama fanfic #my writing

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Hellhound

(1-3)

Short story # 17

✨Fandom(s) - Wednesday (series) & Misfits (sorta)

💍Pairing - Tyler Galpin X (Y/n) Wolfgang Von Frankenstein

🕯Summary - You're new to Nevermore, and already you've made a few friends. And despite having different styles, you agree to go into town with them to go shopping. But when that gets boring you decide a nice hot drink would be a perfect way to kill some time. Who knew you'd also meet a cute boy while at it.

⚠️Warning(s) - General cussing probably, but other than that this one's okay.

📝Note(s) - You are now the little sister of Doyle and Jerry from the Misfits. I'm changing the Misfits timeline to fit this story better, as the guys are only a few years older than you. (Like 5 or so) Also in this world the Misfits are Outcasts, they ain't Normies!

🗝Key information - We're pretending that Wolfgang Von Frankenstein is your families last name because it's wicked.

🌬Year posted - 2023

📖Reading time roughly - 6 minutes.

🙈Rating - SFW/NSFW

◈ Pt.) 1 | Pt.) 2 | Pt. 3

"Awe please please please!" Natasha bugged her deary new friend, who gave her an unamused look before sighing dramatically. "Yes!" Natasha threw her arms in the air in victory, knowing she'd finally convinced (Y/n) to go shopping in town. "You do realize this isn't exactly my scene right?" (Y/n) pointed out while Natasha texted the others to meet them in front of the school. "Oh I know." She mused sarcastically as she observed (Y/n)'s outfit. (Y/n) in turn rolled her eyes fondly as she followed her friend out of their shared dorm. "Finally!" Enid gushed as they approached her and their mutual friend Kayla. "You two took forever!" She added with a pout. "Please." Natasha scoffed, leading the group out to the bus that would take them into town.

Once they reached town the girls lead (Y/n) into several corny stores, that just screamed girly. And as they neared the third store, a dress shop, (Y/n) decided she'd had enough. "Hey I saw a coffee shop just down the street, I'm just gonna go hangout there until you guys are done." (Y/n) explained before they could rush off into the store. "But we're having so much fun." Enid pouted making (Y/n) chuckle softly. "You guys are." She pointed to the various bags each girl held, before sticking her free hands into her back pockets. "Well... Okay." Enid agreed begrudgingly, smiling brightly when (Y/n) gave her a grateful nod. "I'll see you guys in a little while." She called out before spinning on her heel and heading for the coffee shop. The girls all waved then rushed into the store in a fit of excited giggles, as they had with all the other stores as well.

"How can I help you?" The young man working the register asked with a prim smile, something (Y/n) had found rather amusing. "I actually have no idea what I want." She peered at the menu, unaware of how intensely the guy was observing her. "Well I know I want a hot drink." She mused before looking back to the rather attractive guy. "You know what, just surprise me." She shrugged, making him chuckle. "Okay three dollars then." He knew just what to make her. "Oh and I need your last name." He added after storing the money away. "Wolfgang Von Frankenstein." (Y/n) chimed without a second thought, an amused chortle escaping her at the bewildered look on his face. "My first names (Y/n) if that would be easier." She peered at his name tag. "Tyler." She added with a playful wink, Tyler chuckled nervously as he ducked his head to hide his blush. "Yeah that'll be easy." He agreed before getting to work on her order.

(Y/n) hummed in contempt as she walked over to a booth, sitting to where she was facing the store her friends were in. And within just a few minutes Tyler came over with her order. "Here you go (Y/n), one white chocolate latte." He smiled as he placed it in front of her, the decorative skull in the foam making her grin. "How'd you know?" She mused as he slid into the booth across from her. "I'm really good at what I do." He shrugged casually. "So why ask for my name if you were just going to bring it to me?" (Y/n) pried as she grasped her cup, the warmth of the drink warming her chilled hands. "I wasn't sure I could convince my coworker to let me take my brake early." Tyler admitted, making (Y/n) chuckle. "And what makes you think I want you pestering me?" She asked with a playful grin. "I can tell." He fired back with his own smile. "Very well." She shrugged with a dramatic flourish, effectively making him laugh.

After a few short moments of simply observing eachother, Tyler broke the quiet that had settled. "Wolfgang Von Frankenstein huh?" He tilted his head with a thoughtful look. "Seems like an odd name." He added without thought. "To you perhaps, but to me it is all I've ever known." (Y/n) stated before sipping her drink, a soft moan of approval escaping her at the taste of her latte. "So you must be a student at Nevermore." He wondered. "Yep I just transferred this semester." She nodded her head. "Made any friends yet?" He crosses his arms on the table. "A few. People really like me so it's never difficult." (Y/n) let her fingers dance along the side of the cup. "Were you born with that?" Tyler suddenly asked, his eyes locked onto her hands. "No... It's an affliction from something that happened a few years ago." She peered down at her inky black fingers, while Tyler looked to her mouth decorated with black lines.

"Even that part?" He asked. And (Y/n)'s pitch black stained tongue poked out and swept across her bottom lip, revealing that her gums and teeth even had a black hue to them. "Yes." She nodded her head. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked." Tyler shook his head, embarrassed that he'd brought it up. "It's okay, you're only curious." (Y/n) brushed it off with a shrug. After a few long moments, Tyler once more broke the quiet. "So do you have any siblings?" He asked with honest curiosity. "I have two older brothers." (Y/n) nodded her head as she pulled her phone out, quickly pulling up a picture of her brothers, and showing him. "The one on the left is Doyle, we're as thick as thieves. And the guy on the right is the eldest, Jerry, we're pretty close, but we don't quite bond the same way me and Doyle do." (Y/n) smiled as she thought about her brother's, whom she hadn't seen in nearly four months.

"They seem interesting." Tyler chuckled softly. "Their trouble." (Y/n) mused with a cheeky grin "Okay so I gotta ask... Is it a tattoo? Or just makeup?" Tyler asked as he pointed to Doyle. "Ah well neither actually..." (Y/n) chuckled softly at the confusion on the young man's face. "An affliction?" He wondered. "Nope." She shook her head. "I don't get it." He admitted. "Well it's the byproduct of dabbling with eastern dark arts." She shrugged casually. "What kind of dark arts?" Tyler asked as he scooted forward a little, clearly intrigued. "Necromancy to be exact." (Y/n) admitted before sipping her latte. "Why was your brother messing with necromancy?" The barista wondered aloud. (Y/n)'s eyes cast out the window, catching sight of her friends exiting the dress shop. "Maybe another time." She excused herself to follow after her friends. "I'll call you sometime." Tyler hollered after her, making (Y/n) chuckle as she spun on her heel to look at him. "I never gave you my number." She pointed out. "Maybe next time." She added with a wink, making Tyler chuckle as she left.

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#short story #Tyler Galpin #tyler galpin x reader #tyler galpin imagine #tyler galpin fanfic #tyler galpin fluff #tyler galpin x y/n #tyler galpin x you #wednesday series #wednesday show #wednesday x reader #wednesday imagine #wednesday #reader insert #misfits #doyle wolfgang von frankenstein #jerry only

[beri-allen]

fic tag game

got tagged by @burntblueberrywaffles. thank you <333 doing this while i'm in a good mood lol.

How many works do you have on Ao3? 31 published ones (i have deleted at least 1 and orphaned 4 or something).

2. What's your Ao3 word count? 161,653 in total.

3. What fandoms do you write for? wednesday (the latest one), some kdramas, and i have also written for ouat and hannibal. back on lj, i used to write a lot for house md.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Slow, Long, and Excruciatingly Painful (Wednesday (TV 2022))

You Have Shrunk to the Size of My Thoughts (Wednesday (TV 2022)) 

I Predict a Riot (Wednesday (TV 2022)

Stop (Wednesday (TV 2022))

I Carried You for Aching (Crash Landing on You) 

5. Do you respond to comments? yes! comments always make me happy and i appreciate readers who take the time to drop comments, so i want to take the time to respond to them.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? maybe... Stop (wednesday)?

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? omg, i just realized most of my fics end happily, so idk what to pick lol. but maybe either I Carried You for Aching (crash landing on you) or Magic Hours (memories of the alhambra) because they're both fix-it fics where i resurrect a character from literal and figurative canon death lol.

8. Do you get hate on fics? i'm not sure i can call it a full-on hate, but someone got snippy under one of my "wednesday" fics once. i already deleted it because it made me upset but i still remember what it said and who it was from because i'm a libra and petty, lol.

9. Do you write smut? What kind? when i think smut is needed in a story, i will write it. not an expert, though, so i tend to write super vanilla smut scenes lol.

10. Do you write cross-overs? no, because i don't really read cross-overs, so i don't write it.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated? yes. my old house x cameron (house md) fic that was posted on lj got translated to italian.

12. Have you ever cowritten a fic before? no.

13. What WIP you would like to finish, but doubt you ever will? i talked about it before. the first line is still incomplete, and it goes like this:

"Three goddesses walked into a cave. The monster who lived in it asked,"

the monster is tyler galpin. i doubt i will ever write it because i don't have the motivation right now and i need a lot of motivation to write it, because the story is supposed to be kind of... filthy lol.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship? oh, oh, dear. umm. for now, i will choose philip x elizabeth from "the americans" because the show is already ending and it's a happy one, sort of.

15. What are your writing strengths? i'm basing this entirely on comments i got, lol. i think it's my prose? feel free to refute this, lol.

16. What are your writing weaknesses? i can't write long fics. so far, the longest one i've written "only" has 7 chapters.

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? why not?

18. First fandom you wrote for? ig the first one i religiously wrote for is house md (house x cameron). but the last time i checked on these fics, i completely, utterly forgot the plots etc lol. i don't think i want to associate myself with them anymore.

19. Favourite fic you've ever written? maybe i will choose my wednesday x tyler "practical magic" au, I Put a Spell on You, because it's my longest one so far and i'm proud to have finished it. and not sure it's my favorite, but Oh God, I Think I'm Falling (wednesday) has the longest smut scene i've done so far, and i had fun writing that part, so. 

20. What fic would you want to rewrite one day? none, i think.

i'd like to tag @badmoodbatflowers, @cosmic-lullaby @nouklea, @transitat, @therulerofallpotatos & of course anyone who wants to do this.

#tag game #writing #mabe's writing

[chickensarentcheap]

20 Questions for Writers

Thank you so much for the tag @darknightfrombeyond! ❤️

How many works do you have on AO3?

Eight

What is your total AO3 word count?

2,477,347 (Holy shit balls)

What fandoms do you write for?

Currently, I write for Extraction and John Wick. Those are posted here and on Ao3. But I do have fics that are still considered 'open' on Mibba and ff.net under different pen names. CSI, CSI:NY, and RPF (NHL and MLB)

What are your top five fics by kudos?

Best Part of Me, Never Gonna Be Alone, I Found, Sanctuary, Lost and Found

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try my best too! My regulars I'll talk to through messaging and newcomers I'll just respond on AO3

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I wouldn't consider any of their ending angsty, but I Found had the potential to be. That is the first story in my main series and my original plan was to kill off my OC at the end of the fic. Just a 'one and done'. But then people started really enjoying the main canon character and her together and I ended up changing my mind. Honestly, sometimes I regret not going with my original plan.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I'm going to go with Best Part of Me

Do you get hate on your fic?

Not on my fics, but hate send by anons to OTHER people, blogs made to shit talk my stuff. Oh yeah, it's been wild.

Do you write smut?

Absolutely

Do you write crossovers?

I do! I am working on an Extraction/John Wick crossover now

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Way too many times. Fics and characters. My OC has been poached by repeat offenders, even.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No

Have you ever co-written a fic?

No. That's just not my thing.

What's your all-time favorite ship?

I actually don't have one. I've been in a handful of fandoms and never really liked any canon ships. I guess I'll go with my own couple. Tyler Rake (canon) and Esme Rake (OFC)

What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Definitely a CSI:NY fic. Together We Fall.

What are your writing strengths?

Keeping the main canon character in character and not writing him OOC. I'm very anal about how he's portrayed. He's my precious baby boy. He deserves to be treated right lol. Descriptions I think I'm pretty good at.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Dialogue and action scenes. SMDH.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I've done it a couple of times over the years. Most recently, I included some Bengali that I had someone check over for me before I posted the chapter.

First fandom you wrote for?

CSI

Favorite fic you've ever written?

I love them all pretty equally, but I guess I'll give it to Lost and Found. The current fic.

Tagging: @munstysmind @themaradwrites @thebejeweledwatercat @asirensrage

[saintmeghanmarkle]

Congratulations Harold, you have now achieved everything you claimed to have wanted by u/englishikat

Opinion

Now go live your life "Overseas". Your last Royal duty is done and you are now a Royal by birth and biology only. Savor your victories, for they are many.

You have alienated the family who, although imperfect and dysfunctional like almost every family in the world, truly did love and support you. You have ensured your family, and especially your children, will not have to endure the misery of Grandparents, Aunts, Uncles or Cousins, from either your or your wife's side of your birth family - except for one maternal Grandma who by all accounts was only an occasional visitor in her daughter's life.

The historic legacy of your family tree, the history and institution, that you care nothing for and know nothing about, despite the fact that your family has singularly had 1000 years of influence (for good and bad) in the world, well, now, your children will never even have to know, understand or benefit from that rich inheritance. Oh, and the real soft power of the Monarchy, you know, the thing that draws the real movers, shakers and power brokers in the world to attend events, service their philanthropic endeavors and provide counsel and networking for their causes? Forget that, you are now free to rub shoulders with the Tyler Perry's, Oprahs, Ellens, Kardashians, and Abigail Spencers of the celeb-osphere. What a relief that must be. I'm sure Archwell will surpass the Commonwealth, the Princess Trust, the Duke of Ediburgh Awards, and Earthshot's influence on the world in no time.

The Grandmother with whom you held such a special relationship, and was beloved by so much of the world, well, you succeeded in helping to bring quite a bit of pain to her last years by labeling her legacy as "Racism veiled as Unconscious Bias", bewilderment at your choices and sadness over your abandonment. You sure showed her. Well done. Your Grandfather too.

The Father, you blame for your Mother's pain and untimely death, but whom you once declared "loved and was there for you", you've now done your final duty for him by gracing the event he waited his whole life for with your presence. Of course the tithe you required for that attendance, was trashing and labeling his beloved wife as "evil", revealing some of his deepest most private moments and thoughts, lambasting his choice not to continue to financially support your family, making fun of his interests and relishing the trashing the media often gives him. Now that's the way to avenge your Mother who was a saint, had no faults or responsibility for her own life but was just a victim of "The Firm" and villainous media. As he takes on the stress of being Monarch at the age of 74, you may not have too many years left to further twist the knife in him, so get busy, but hopefully, you won't be so hypocritical to actually pretend you did love him and attempt to attend his state funeral when he's gone. He won't know or believe you ever cared by then anyway. Revenge is a dish best served cold, and you've served it frozen.

The brother, the only other human alive who knew what it was like being Diana's child, living through all you did together, suffering the same grief, even if, as you claim, you were only born to stand in if he suffered a premature death or needed a spare organ, yeah, you've alienated him as well. The one contemporary who would ever really give you unconditional love, push it away. You don't need that in your life. And on your way out, lay down some heinous rumors, trash his reputation, only tell your side of your issues with him, and if that's not enough do the same to his wife, who treated you like a brother, then go for his children, your nieces and nephews. That will get him! Really give it to him, Harold, since it gives you a high like the ayahuasca you claim to use regularly, but remember, envy is one of the seven deadly sins.

Finally the Monarchy itself. The institution that has caused you so much paralysis in your life? You're now free of that as well, despite the fact that your Father is now head of the most prominent one in the world and that you have claimed Prince and Princess titles for your own children, well, have no fear. King Charles will never do it, but King William might release Letters Patent preventing issue who hold dual citizenship or live full-time in another country from holding those titles. Then you will be truly free, but why wait that long? Just become an American citizen yourself, you CAN renounce your own title and sever all ties with the evil UK. You have no home, work or family left there anyway. What is holding you back?

You have EVERYTHING you claim to have ever wanted. You have told us you are the most loyal and loving son of the only family member you ever really loved, your Mother. You have told us you are the most dedicated soldier ever to have served his country. Thank you for your service, btw. You have told us you are a better statesman, philanthropist, with a greater business sense than either your Grandmother, your Father or your Brother. You are married to the most beautiful woman in the world who is also the greatest actress, philanthropist, lifestyle influencer, mother, daughter, sister, and friend. Even self described as "one of the most powerful women in the world." You have two beautiful and healthy children. Full stop. So go forth, prosper. Show us what YOU can do!

Posted by u/englishikat 1 month ago via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit

#saintmeghanmarkle #sussexes #markled #archewell #harry and meghan #meghan markle #prince harry #megxit #duke and duchess of sussex #duchess of sussex #spare by prince harry #harry and meghan smollett #duke of sussex #top post #walmart wallis

[windrsr]

Hey, excuse me, can I ask something?

I wanna know how the yanderes would react to their darling attempting (and failing) to unalive them.

You can just ignore the question if you want

(Male Yandere OCs x Gender Neutral Reader)

Tw: Implied torture on Henry's part, attempted self sacrifice, and death on Micheal's part.

•Henry (Doll Maker) - He gets violent with you. He drags you by the hair and into his basement, and chains you to the floor. "Oh, doll. I didn't want to have to do this, but you've pushed me to my limit..." You notice how many torture devices and tools he has in his basement.

•Micheal (Scientist) - Doing that alone is enough for him to decide to kill you, actually. If you're bold enough to do that, he decides to officially put you to rest.

•Miru (Living Doll) - He starts crying. "A-are you tired of me, y/n..? Do you really hate me that much...? Would your life be easier if I was dead?" He doesn't think what he wants is selfish. All he wants is someone to take care of him, but that's too much for anyone to handle.

•Loki (Creature) - He thinks you're foolish and naive. It takes a lot to kill him, and a human isn't going to get the job done. You barley even injured him. He glares at you and wraps his hand around your neck. "Have you forgotten your place? What makes you think that you could hurt me?"

•Ryan (Test Subject) - This is the first time you've seen him so furious. He yells at you, telling you just how ungrateful and horrible you are despite him trying his best to protect you. He locks himself in his room, refusing to even look at you, feeling hurt and betrayed. But he still decides to forgive you, anyway. After all, he's convinced that no one can protect you like he can.

•Aaron (Best Friend) - He's in shock, but he sadly smiles with tears in his eyes. "You know as your best friend I will do anything for you. I want to make you happy." He pulls out a pocket knife, and hands it to you. "Go ahead. Finish the job."

•Samuel (Fatherly) - He's feels betrayed and heart broken, but also enraged. He feels like he can't trust you anymore. From now on, your chained up in a room, where you can't escape. You're kept in your room all day, even when Samuel leaves the house. He makes sure to give you food and warm blankets, but his trust for you is gone. He doesn't bring you a lot of affection as before, either. He's cold and distant for the most part.

•Tyler (Bounty Hunter) - The attempt would fail miserably. He's a skilled fighter as well as being a bounty hunter, so you trying to kill him would of course be unsuccessful. He pins you down on the floor, and tells you that you're foolish for even trying that. He feels hurt, but he understands why you felt the need to do that, feeling unsafe and all.

#{all of them} #yandere oc #male yandere #yandere boy #yandere male #male yandere x reader #yandere #yandere oc x reader #male yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling