#quinn x original male character

[i-drink-and-i-write-fics]

An Engagement To Remember

Sunny x Nix, Quinn x Bren (Complicated) - Co-Creater @themerriweathermage​

Summary: Rojas has agreed to host a party for Sunny and Nix as neutral territory. But that doesn’t mean all parties will place nicely together.

I stared at the dress, silently willing it to disappear. Don’t get me wrong, it was beautiful. But dresses had never been my thing. The flowing fabric could be a sensory nightmare and I always wore shorts or pants under them anyway to reduce chafing. 

But Lydia had insisted, stating that this was one of the few times I would have to go by the Badlands customs. Stupid and pointless if you ask me.

The door quietly opened and I heard Sunny whistle.

“That’s quite the dress Hassan sent.”

I frowned, not turning around to look at him. “I wish I had gotten off as easily as you.”

Sunny stepped up next to me to look at the dark grey suit with the black dress shirt Hassan had sent for him.

“All eyes will definitely be on you.”

My frown grew bigger. The dress Hassan had sent was a bright red, figure-hugging number. But not just any red. The fabric shimmered like fire. And draped over was a lace fabric that was the color of smoke. I was going to be a walking bonfire. 

Walking up to the dress, I grabbed the fabric and noticed that there were two long slits on either side of the skirt. And beneath the skirt, a pair of pants that almost mimicked the ones I wore when I flew on Meraxes.

“Well, at least Hassan remembered how I felt about dresses.” 

Sunny grabbed a strip of fabric that had been draped over the hanger. “He made you a sash for Dark Sister.”

I grabbed the other half in my hand and felt the material. “This party is being held at Rojas’ but Hassan made a sash for my sword. Why do I get the feeling this will go over as well as the Yuletide party?”

“What are you doing?”

I didn’t look up at Sunny’s voice as I ran my hands over Meraxes. “I could have sworn I felt a compartment here.”

Meraxes grumbled.

“Listen, I know you don’t like your routine maintenance, but you have metal joints and they need oil.”

Meraxes gave out a low growl.

“Well, duh this would be better if you were flesh and blood. But for fuck sake I’m a witch not a wizard. And certainly not a Red Priestess. Now hold still.”

I heard Sunny chuckle. “I will never understand how you understand her.”

“That makes two of us,” I muttered. 

The entire situation with the dress had sent me on edge with the knowledge that the party was mere days away. So I pretended Meraxes had unavoidable maintenance to escape outside. It led me to a weird discovery.

My hand finally found the latch, so worn down it almost melted into Meraxes’s skin. “Ah ha!”

A small door on the back of the dragon’s front leg revealed items I had not seen previously.

“Just when I thought I had you all figured out,” I muttered to myself. 

Sunny watched as I pulled out a few fidget toys, a pair of noise-canceling headphones that could only block out sound now…and a cell phone.

“What is that?”

I smiled softly. “A time capsule.”

In our room, I placed the toys and the headphones on a table and kept walking to the dresser under a window. The phone seemed to turn on with no issue and it was clear it was blessed with the same magic Meraxes had from the story: to have a never-dying battery. 

Sunny closed the door and quietly came up behind me, watching as I flipped through the phone to see if any of the apps would work. Of course, only the music one would. But it was enough. It was more than enough.

“You said it was a time capsule? What’s that?”

I gave a soft laugh. “Ok, so that was incorrect and I’ll tell you later. This is a cell phone. We used it to communicate in my time. And…”

A soft melody began to play from the speakers.

“This song…this song makes me think of us.”

Telling myself “I won’t go there”

Oh, but I know that I won’t care.

Tryna wash away all the blood I’ve spilt.

Sunny came closer as he listened.

This lust is a burden that we both share,

Two sinners can’t atone from a lone prayer.

Souls tied, intertwined by our pride and guilt.

I felt his arms go around me during the chorus.

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time.

You and I drink the poison from the same vine.

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time.

Hidin’ all of our sins from the daylight.

From the daylight, runnin’ from the daylight.

From the daylight, runnin’ from the daylight.

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time.

We didn’t have to say anything: the song said it all. This was us when we met. When we fell in love. All the stolen moments when we would meet at the borders of our barony when we were sure Quinn wasn’t looking.

Hiding from the daylight.

And now we’re holding an engagement party for all the Badlands to see.

“I love you, Sunny.”

I felt a kiss on the top of my head.

“I love you, too, Nix.”

Whatever this party would bring, I knew I at least had him. I loved my brother, but having Sunny filled a place I hadn’t known was empty.

Rojas’ manor was decorated to the nines: string lights along the hedges, candles in glass jars along the pathway leading up to his gate, and fountains turned on in the front garden. In the setting sun, it almost looked like a summer castle for a royal family in a fantasy series, not a barony that was part of a corrupt governing system. Well, maybe it was the same thing.

We had taken the 611 to save travel time, leaving the Clippers Sunny trusted the most behind to watch the estate. Meraxes flew alongside the train to the station in the Barony of Agriculture where we boarded a horse-drawn carriage to the estate. I had never arrived in any barony any way other than on the back of Meraxes. I suddenly felt like Daenerys when she arrived at Winterfell. 

Esme greeted us at the gate and proceeded to give us a tour of the grounds.

“Thank you for meeting us, Esme,” I smiled at Rojas’ Regent.

“It’s my pleasure, Baroness. It has been ages since the Badlands has seen an engagement party. The last one…” Esme trailed off when she glanced over at Bren. She cleared her throat before continuing. “The last Baron didn’t host a party since it wasn’t his first marriage. Once it gets past one partner, the baronies tend not to make as big of a deal.”

I was both surprised and not that Quinn never tried to hold a party over his engagement to the late Jade. He was definitely a man who drank in the spotlight. But then again, if what Esme said was right, what spotlight would there be if no one had given a rat’s ass over Quinn’s third marriage?

Esme led us into the gardens in the back where rows of tables were set up, candles lighting up the yard.

“This is where Baron Rojas will be holding the feast after the announcement. He has the ballroom all set up for the party after the meal.”

“It’s so beautiful,” I breathed. “I can’t thank Rojas enough for this.

Sunny took my hand and gave it a squeeze. “I certainly never thought I would see anything like this in my lifetime…for me.”

I looked up at him and it was like I was seeing him for the first time. Yes, he and I talked about our pasts. But this was the first time it was really dawning on me.

“I feel the same way.”

He looked down at my face and realized how similar we were in that moment. Sunny bent down and we shared a quick kiss before following Esme inside.

After the meal, my regrets about this party came back. I was full of good food and the last thing I wanted was drama. I wanted to curl up in my bed next to Sunny, reading to him from one of my books.

Esme got the last names Sunny and I would go by after our marriage and relayed the information to Rojas. He had Sunny and I meet him at the entry to the ballroom, all eyes on us as he called out.

“Thank you, everyone, for coming tonight. We are celebrating the engagement between Baroness Phoenix and Captain Sunny. Soon to be Phoenix and Sunny Riñaperzys.”

There came a sneer from the back of the room. “From a Regent to a Captain and marrying a thieving whore. What a disgrace.”

I didn’t even need to look to know who would dare be stupid enough to insult me at a party that had Meraxes right outside. The crowd parted as Quinn strolled up front as if he hadn’t had his ass handed to him by my Clippers and dragon just a few weeks earlier. This man truly had little regard for his own life.

“Odd choice of dying words,” was my reply. “Especially since you weren’t invited.”

Rojas cleared his throat. “Unfortunately, he doesn’t have to be. As long as the event is not being held in a territory that has banded the Baron, anyone has an automatic invite.”

“That information would have been useful earlier,” I growled. 

“I couldn’t resist a party,” Quinn smiled in a way that I think he assumed was charming. 

“I’m not surprised you came. You thrive on people hating you. It’s why you’re alone.”

My last words caused everyone to hold their breath. Quinn’s eyes went wide as he realized I was revealing a weakness of his to all the important players in the Badlands. It was no secret our baronies were no longer aligned, but it hadn’t been suspected how bad the situation was beyond me burning his fields.

But it was slowly sinking into those paying attention. No Regent. No Wife. No Bren at his side defending him. No Clippers attending with him. No one but Waldo, and he was a fair distance away from his…’baron’.

For the first time, Quinn was alone. At the party and in life.

“Nix!” Bren hissed at me.

Quinn’s face was red as he looked up at me. There was no smirk, no raised eyebrow, and no emotion whatsoever on my face. He pulled out his sword but never got to approach me.

Sunny, faster than I had ever seen, was in front of me with his own sword drawn. “If you even get within five feet of my fiance, I will personally drag you outside to Meraxes.”

The last time Sunny stood in front of me to fight someone off was the day the nomads found us. The day our relationship was forever altered. I won’t lie, it was incredibly attractive to watch.

Quinn looked at Sunny and then his eyes danced quickly over to me, who had begun to speak quietly.

“Zaldrīzes buzdari iksos daor. A dragon is not a slave and your former Regent is about to become valzȳrys hen zaldrīzes. The Dragon’s Husband. So I would choose your next actions wisely.”

To cement his choice, a low rumble rolled through the ballroom, the bass causing everyone’s chest to vibrate. There was no mistaking Meraxes.

Quinn sheathed his blade and took a deep breath through his nose before going over to the bar Rojas had set up. Sunny waited another beat after Quinn got a drink before he put away his sword. I came up behind Sunny and put my arm through his.

“Thank you.”

“Anything for you,” he bent down to kiss me before we went to the bar that Quinn sulked away from.

The party was smoother after that interaction. Sunny and I drank before Lydia convinced us to try at least one dance. But Sunny and I were both fighters so we mostly danced in a circle, trying not to step on each other’s feet. 

Because of how poorly the Summit had gone, Bren was actually keeping a distance from Quinn. Which didn’t help Quinn. Especially since myself, Minerva, and Waldo had worked together to get Gaius as an unofficial date for Bren. we even got them matching outfits without either knowing. Though, in a subtle way. Gaius was in a purple, three-piece suit with a white shirt. Bren was wearing the exact same style, but in blue. Both hues very similar in a complimentary way. Quinn had noticed and hadn’t stopped scowling. It was the best engagement gift I could ask for. Besides him being gone.

But the peace didn’t last long.

“I see you are serving up my brother on a silver platter to your brother.”

My eyes cut briefly to Juliet who had slithered up next to me. “I am serving up no one. I’m just reminding my brother there are far better men to tie his heart up to.”

“A waste of time, if you ask me.”

“This would be lost on you, Juliet. You would need a heart first to even have an inkling into understanding what love is. Love beyond yourself, that is.” I took a sip of my whiskey. 

“I would rather not understand love than lower myself to marrying some nobody. Not even good enough to be your Regent.”

It was one thing to attack me, but I was going to be damned if I let her bad mouth Sunny. “Sunny loves me and would do anything to make me happy. But you…must be heartbreaking being here. Knowing that no one would ever do all this for a shrieking harpy like you.”

I knew better, I really did. But I just wanted to be left alone for one social gathering. Was it too much to ask for?

“You bitch!” Chau surprised me with a backhand and I spun, hitting my temple against a pillar nearby. My drink flew from my hand and the shattering of glass caught everyone’s attention.

I clung to it out of survival instinct, to keep myself upright as I stood next to a woman who wanted me dead. But my head was ringing from both impacts and I couldn’t make out what she was saying. No doubt commands to her clippers. And of course, Broadmore wouldn’t miss the chance to join in. I had Dark Sister with me, but I was in no condition to wield the blade. What started as a party to celebrate the man I love was quickly turning black.

Then I heard it - above the haze of the injury. A male voice growled.

“Step away from her!”

There was a loud commotion and I was being hoisted over someone’s shoulder before being set down across the room. Two sets of hands grabbed me and sat me in a chair. I tried to clear my head and slowly noticed I was with Rojas and Minerva.

I shook my head to clear the cobwebs, barely catching the sight of Sunny surrounded by Chau’s men. I struggled to my feet and Minerva gripped my arm tightly, Rojas on my other side.

“Don’t. You’ve hit your head pretty hard.” Minerva tried to push me back onto the chair.

“She’s going to kill him!” I growled.

“I know but I don’t think we can stop her,” Rojas whispered in my ear.

I took a deep breath and pulled out Dark Sister. “I can, but I want to apologize now.”

“For what?”

“The blood stains I’m about to leave.”

Pushing away from them, I caught the last parts of the conversation between Sunny and one of Chau’s clippers.

“She’s a whore and unfit to be a baroness!”

Sunny growled, his knuckles almost white with how hard he gripped his sword. “I’ll have your tongue for insulting my fiancée!”

I lifted my sword high and swung down at an angle, severing the clipper’s head in half. The Valyrian steel cut cleanly and the body dropped as the top of the head spun away. Everyone looked at me in shock.

“He can keep his tongue,” I huffed as I twirled the sword. “Who’s next?”

The room was silent as people took in my blood-spattered look. Even Sunny couldn’t believe what he had seen. Fair, considering I hadn’t used my sword to its full potential before.

Broadmore hadn’t taken his eyes off Dark Sister. “Where did you get that blade?!”

“Old Valyria. Standard issue for dragon riders.”

“You don’t deserve such a weapon!” He snarled. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Quinn calculating the risk of taking the blade while Chau whispered in her Regent’s ear.

“Then come get it!” I growled, moving into a fighting stance. Sunny was instantly at my back, his sword just as ready as mine.

Broadmore drew his sword and Quinn was shortly behind him.

Until…

The sound was low, but as someone who grew up in the desert I recognized it immediately. It was the noise of a rattlesnake.

It was clear that no one else picked up on the noise at first. But Quinn wasn’t too far after me. And just like me, he knew where the sound was coming from. There were parts to Bren I knew Quinn hadn’t reckoned with. Dark, protective parts. We both looked over and saw Gaius putting his hand on Bren’s chest to hold him back. But we knew that nothing would stop Bren from coming to my aid anymore than anything could stop me from coming to his.

Quinn’s burnt poppy fields were proof enough.

Along with the snake tail Bren had produced. Lydia had told me of the dragon form Bren had taken during the Summit and something told me Quinn was remembering it as well. Because the next thing he did was sheath his blade and backed away from where he had stood next to Broadmore. But Chau and Broadmore weren’t as quick with their survival skills. Juliet pulled out her blade and I smirked at her.

“I see you’ve bought a new sword since our last match up.”

Juliet went pale at the memory of me cutting her sword in half when I broke Gaius out of her dungeon. She lowered her sword. “Back off!”

Her Clippers didn’t move at first, confused by the command. Until her Regent, Kristo, could see how serious his Baroness was. He dropped his sword to his side and the other followed suit. 

Seeing that Broadmore no long had backup, I stepped away from Sunny and placed my sword a foot away from Broadmore’s neck.

“You’re move, Old Man Broadmore. Do you think you have it in you to steal a sword beyond your abilities?”

With Quinn and Chau now backing down, Rojas had regained himself. “Enough! Chau, Broadmore, you are done for the evening! Gather whomever you brought and leave. Tonight!”

He then turned and looked at Quinn, who still hadn’t recovered from Bren’s snake form.

“You two, you walking disaster. Take your drama out of my barony.”

Waldo wheeled up to me and Sunny while the other barons left with their tails tucked between their legs. “Not even in your own barony and you’ve managed a repeat of your winter party.”

I frowned. “These barons shouldn’t be mingling. There’s too much animosity.”

“I agree. But if you, Bren, and Minerva are going to change the Badlands, you can’t shy away from this. If you have these parties already established, it’ll be far easier to keep the traditions once Barons who do cooperate take over the other baronies.”

“Great. Can’t wait to see what the wedding brings.”

Tagging Crew:

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#into the badlands #welcome to the badlands #sunny x original female character #itbsunny #sunny #quinn #itbquinn #quinn x original male character #original female character #original male character #tw: violence #tw: murder

[themerriweathermage]

The Council of Nost Bronadui

Summary: Lydia helps Bren set the stage to help the Armadillo Territory in the mountain valley of the newly established town Gideon's. With Quinn as the Baron still, Bren has his hands full trying to sway Quinn to his point of view. Unfortunately the magic of the mountains has another idea about the Council that leaves Bren unnerved beyond measure-- enough to call his Council short and enough to make Quinn worried about Bren's health.

Pairing(s): Sunny X Nix, It's Complicated (Quinn X Bren)

POV: 1st person (Bren), 3rd person

Warnings: Angst, Hurt/Comfort. Smut

Co-creator: @i-drink-and-i-write-fics

Divider Credit: firefly-graphics

Chapter One: Gideon's

Chapter Two: Visions (18+)

Chapter Three: Altering Course

Chapter Four: The Long Road Home

#The Council of Nost Bronadui #Welcome to the Badlands #Welcome to the Badlands series #Sunny X Original Female Character #Quinn X Original Male Character #Angst #Hurt/Comfort #Hurt/No Comfort #cw: nsfw/18+

[gaymansruse]

𝒇 𝒓 𝒂 𝒈 𝒊 𝒍 𝒆 𝒕 𝒉 𝒐 𝒖 𝒈 𝒉 𝒕 𝒔 || 𝘦.𝘮

Eddie Munson x gn! reader Summary → Being Eddie's best friend and having a crush on him is tough. What happens when he asks out Chrissy and you feel a bit jealous.

Word Count → 978 Requested → no Request Status → open

A/n || This isn't canon to the ST plot, Chrissy doesn't die, Eddie isn't considered a murderer [ he's still 'the freak' ]. I'm sorry if you don't like that, criticism is very much welcome. Also this is fairly short, and I might write a part 2. Happy reading! <3

➽─────────────────────────────────────────❥ You were currently sitting in the back of Eddie's van, smoking one of his pre-rolled joints that he had stashed as you waited for him to finish his latest drug deal.

You had been waiting there for him to finish up for about twenty minutes already, getting slightly bored you opened the door at the back of the van and started swinging your legs off the edge.

What the hell is taking him so long?

His deals took a while sometimes, but not like this. You were too cought up in your own thoughts to notice both the front seat doors had opened and not just Eddie, but Chrissy Cunningham hopped in too.

"Close the door will ya?" You heard Eddie say over his shoulder.

"You got it boss." You responded in a sarcastic tone. "So what's the cheer princess doing here?"

"She's not the cheer princess, be nice [y/n]. Anyway, we're going back to my place to get some of the stronger shit. I'll drop you off on our way there." Eddie said, making you slightly confused. You doubt Chrissy had ever done any sort of drugs in her life so why would she try and get the 'stronger shit'. Eddie knows not to push peoples limits with drugs, something else is up.

And not only that he's blowing you off to sell drugs to some priss.. Well you know she's actually really nice, but you were slightly annoyed, he's been blowing you off to do other things for the last two weeks now.

"I thought we were hanging out tonight?"

"Sorry dude, plans change. But we can hang out tomorrow, promise." Chrissy had stayed silent for that entire conversation, and Eddie had just started up the van.

The entire car ride was filled with Eddie trying to impress Chrissy, and Chrissy doing the hair twirl thingy and giggling. And you sat in the back, very awkwardly, waiting for your stop.

Eventually, you'se had reached your house. Very clumsily getting out the van and giving them a half hearted wave as you walked up the drive-way. Eddie didn't even honk his horn as a goodbye.

You walked into your house, kicking your shoes off and putting them on the rack near the door. You made your way to your room and jumped onto your bed, burying your face in your pillow.

Eddie likes Chrissy..

You should be happy for him, that's what really matters, that he's happy. But you couldn't help but feel a sort of pain, I mean you've liked him since you first talked to him on your first day of high school.

But you couldn't get yourself hung up on those thoughts, feeling sorry for yourself would do no good in this situation.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You had fallen asleep after trying to deter your thoughts to something other than Eddie, but that didn't work very well and you were now dreaming about him being outside your window, knocking on the glass to get your attention.

You stared at him groggily, before getting up with your quilt wrapped around your body as you made your way to your window and opened it for him.

"C'mon dream Ed, s'cold out side, wouldn' want ya t'get sick." He very ungracefully made his way through and stumbled into your room.

"Dream Ed?" He questioned, seemingly confused. Of course he's confused, he's confused by everything so obviously he'd be confused in your dream.

"Yeah, y'dream Eddie, real Eds is off with Chrissy, prolly kissin' n' stuff." You answered casually.

"Ahh, okay. So real Ed is off kissing Chrissy, and what does dream Ed do?"

"Dream Ed is here t'taunt me about m'feelings." You kept slurring all your words in your sleepy state and Eddie found it quite adorable.

"May dream Eddie know what these feelings are about?"

"Must you?"

"If I say yes, does that mean you'll have to tell me?"

You groaned at him, very much not in the mood for this type of banter at the moment. you rubbed the sleep from your eyes to get more serious. "If I tell you, you can't tell real Eds what I told you. Pinky promise." You stuck your pinky finger out for him to lock his with.

"I wouldn't dream of it." He hooked his pinky finger with yours in an unspoken promise.

You cleared your throat as you prepared to tell him. "I have a wee bit of a crush on real Eddie, but he likes Chrissy, and I'm happy for him ya know? But I can't help feeling upset because I've liked him for like.. ever. And I know I should just get over my feelings and push it all aside, because he deserved to be happy and I can't provide that for him, not like Chrissy can at least. And she's so pretty and nice and-"

At this point Eddie could tell you were rambling, but he wasn't paying attention like he usually would, he was too caught up in the fact that you liked him. Yeah he liked Chrissy, thought she was sweet enough, but he was only showing off to her to try and get over you. But he wasn't gonna tell you that right now.

Not in your tired sleepy state, not when you can't even comprehend that he was really there and it wasn't a dream.

"[y/n] I think you should go to sleep, especially after telling me such a big secret after all."

"Yeah, yeah. I think you're right." You layed yourself down on your bed, still wrapped up in your quilt, eddie was sat at the edge of your bed, positioning your favourite stuffed teddy next to your head as you closed your eyes to sleep.

You could've sworn that as you driffed off to sleep dream eddie kissed your forehead, but that's impossible.

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#joseph quinn #joseph quinn stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson stranger things #joseph quinn x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you #eddie the freak munson #stranger things season 4 #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x male reader #eddie munson x gn reader #eddie munson x female character #eddie munson x male oc #eddie munson x gender neutral reader #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson x original character

[mlmmetalhead]

Rip my ribcage open, devour what's truly yours

Ethan Landry x Male reader

CW: nsfw, murder of an original female character, emetophobia, slutshaming? kinda?; mentions of straight sex, the reader is attracted to men and women, Ethan is gay, cowboy position, top reader, from sub to power bottom Ethan, evil fucked up Ethan, jealousy, possession kink, a REALLY unhealthy obsession, blood kink, biting.

MINORS + FEM ALIGNED DNI

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The music was booming, Ethan's ears rang and the lighting was dazzling. People's bodies around him smelled of sweat and alcohol, and his head felt like it would crack open. Then a wave of nausea hit him, and he felt the contents of his stomach creeping up his throat. Ethan's hand shot up to his mouth as he tried to search for Chad or Y/n in the crowd of unfamiliar people. But he couldn't - it was as if his friends have dissolved into thin air. He pushed through the wall of people to the stairs, climbing them as fast as he could. Luckily, there weren't as many people as there were downstairs. Ethan darted around searching for a bathroom when he stumbled on a door at the end of the corridor that looked like it might be a bathroom.

Without thinking, Ethan pushed through the door to what he thought would be a bathroom only to be met with a sight of a bedroom with dim lights. The bed was occupied by a naked girl with one of the guys Ethan searched for on top of her. His heart dropped as Y/n jolted back up, locking eyes with Landry. Ethan didn't know why he felt like this, why he felt his hands tensing up around the door handle and his teeth gritted. But he didn't have a chance to think about it more before he threw up on the clothes scattered on the floor.

"Shit, Ethan!" Y/n screamed as he bounced right back on his feet, still half naked. The girl made a loud sound of disgust as L/n helped his friend not to literally pass out right there. He wrapped his hands around Ethan's torso, and the latter thought he could throw up a second time at the thought of those same hands being on this girl's body just a second ago. Landry still felt a disgusting feeling pooling in his stomach as he made eye contact with the naked girl on the bed. He made sure to memorize every single feature of her dirty little face he grew to hate in bare seconds. He tried to pull a shit eating grin, clawing on his friend's shoulders, but it fell flat as he closed his eyes, too tired to really function.

Chad later told him, that Y/n went out the room, with no shirt on and his belt unbuckled, carrying unconscious Ethan in his hands. He took his shirt with him and drove the passed out guy to their dorm. Before he drove off, the girl he tried to hook up with, Chloe, a theater major, made a whole scene and slapped Y/n across the face. Apparently, it was mainly her clothes Ethan threw up all over, which honestly, he was delighted to learn. Through the course of next week, Landry made it his priority learning more about that bitch L/n was with. He didn't know why, not really, but every time he thought about Y/n being with her that night, he felt like destroying something.

It wasn't hard finding her on social media, especially since Quinn agreed to help her dear brother. Her Tinder account was especially disgusting. It's definitely for the best Y/n didn't sleep with her, with the amount of guys she hooks up with, no wonder she probably has STDS. Hacking her account was easy, of course someone as dumb as her would make all of their account passwords the same. From then on, when she agreed to a date with some random dude, Ethan just logged into her account and told the guy something along the lines of 'family business', just ten minutes before the set time. It's too bad Chloe was already on the agreed spot.

It was a seemingly peaceful evening on a busy street. Chloe was waiting for her Tinder date forever, beginning to think of the possibility of being stood up. Suddenly, her phone rang, and the display showed an unknown number, but she didn't remember sharing her phone with this guy. But with no better options, she accepted it.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this Chloe?", there was a certain impatience with how the voice sounded.

"Yes, and are you... Jason, by any chance?"

"Yeah, yeah! I'm really sorry for running late it's uh... I'm not familiar with this part of town."

"It's fine, I get that", Chloe giggled. She really liked the guy's voice, "Can you see... A park? Or maybe someone walking their dog, there's a dog play area here."

The question was followed by silence, but just when Chloe began to feel uneasy, the voice on the other side broke through again: "Yes, there is someone walking their dog, but I don't see a park... Wait, they're walking towards and alley, is there an alley nearby?"

She looked around and spotted a dark alleyway a couple of meters away from her, "Yes! Yes, are you going in?"

"I am! Oh, that's just great, I was worried I was lost."

Chloe hurriedly walked towards the alley, which, admittedly, was a bit creepy, with no one around and the dark sky above. Walking in, she stopped around the center of it, her eyes searching for the cute guy she met on tinder, or at least, the person with their dog he mentioned. But no one showed up. "Are you sure you're on the right address?" Her voice sounded a bit anxious.

"I don't know... Am I, Chloe?" the girl shuddered at the words, a dreadful sense of uneasiness crawling up her back.

"Sorry?"

"Oh, you better be. Say, do you like scary movies?" Chloe felt panic rising in her stomach, as her eyes frantically darted around the alley.

"N-no, not really my thing... Are you there already?!"

"Oh, then it's no wonder. No wonder you were so stupid, to walk into an empty alley in the cover of the night."

Before Chloe got the chance to answer, she felt a gloved hand grab her mouth, and a sharp blade piercing her back. She tried to scream, but the next place the blade struck was her throat, leaving her a babbling mess, blood pouring out of her barely open mouth. As misery and fear that of a dying rabbit struck her, tears streamed down her face. Oh, how Ethan loved it. He drove his blade into her quickly collapsing body, hoping to reach into her fading soul. He hoped it hurt. Hoped it hurt just as much it hurt him to see her take what belonged to him. Every time her flesh ripped, he couldn't help but imagine himself in her place that night, covered in her blood as Y/n took him and made them one.

By the time Landry was done with her, she was almost unrecognizable. He was covered in blood from head to toe. Such a pity she couldn't see his face behind that ghostface mask, maybe she'd even recognize him. Maybe she'd remember how he smiled at her when his Y/n discarded her as a toy the second he, his dear Ethan felt bad.

It didn't take too long for the murder to appear on the news. Ethan couldn't help but smile when the cops said they didn't have any leads. It was presumed to be connected to the ghostface murders, with a similar hit-and-run way of attacking, but no masks were found at the scene. Either way, it was someone from their college, someone they knew. So it was no wonder Ethan showed up at Y/n's door on the same evening the news broke out. He looked like a kicked puppy, especially with the rain that poured outside, his hair and sweater were wet, and his eyes pleading with his friend for shelter.

"What happened?", his sweet, sweet voice made Ethan so excited.

"I'm scared, Y/n... Can I please stay with you for some time? Chad's with his friends and I don't want to be alone..."

L/n's face was full of concern when he let Landry through the door of his room. Ethan inhaled the air filled with his favorite scent and smiled to himself before turning around with the same sad expression on his face.

"Shit, you're drenched... Here, I'll get you a spare shirt and pants if you want." Y/n looked at his friend, stretching his hand out. Only a couple seconds after it occurred to Ethan what he was stretching his arm for, and bit his lip in an attempt to hide his excitement before pulling the sweater off his body, followed by his pants. His beloved made an attempt to cover his eyes, to which Landry mumbled: "It's fine... You can look." Ethan held eye contact with Y/n as he revealed himself to him, hoping his friend wouldn't notice the half-hard-on in his boxers.

His bed was so soft, especially with his old clothes on, practically surrounded by things that reminded Landry of him. Some movie Ethan wasn't really paying attention to was playing on the TV, the h/c guy layed beside him, his hands wrapped around Ethan's torso, gently caressing the burning skin. Landry didn't know how much longer he could hold himself from pouncing right on top of Y/n, as unconventional memories of Chloe's ripping flesh began to crawl in-between his soft thighs.

"Y'know, it's really great to have you here." Ethan tore his gaze off of the TV screen, intently watching Y/n's features, "I was... I'm really scared too. I knew Chloe, y'know? When I heard the news I thought... Y'know, it's stupid, it was over a week after that but... I thought if I haven't just left her at that party maybe things would've been... Different."

Ethan felt his jaw tensing again, as his brows furrowed. That familiar sense of blood boiling in his veins and a sharp feel of anger piercing at his heart. He gutted that fucking bitch so Y/n would give all the attention to him, not that he would talk about her useless dead ass, especially when they're supposed to be hanging out together!

"You alright?" L/n asked, worry clearly painted on his face. Was Ethan so mad it showed on his face?

"Yeah. It's fine."

"No, something's wrong, I can see it. Talk to me, dude. I want to be able to help." With those words, the guy took Landry's hands in his own, slightly caressing his palms. Ethan's breathing got stuck in his throat when he tried to make eye contact with the object of his admiration. "I-it's nothing. It's stupid."

"If it's bothering you, then it's clearly not stupid. You know, everyone's on the edge right now. You can tell me if something... Or someone, is bothering you." Ethan raised his eyes, locking with the e/c ones. He opened his dry mouth and whispered, barely audible:

"Can you kiss me?"

Y/n stayed still for a moment, his expression blank. Ethan felt his heart sink. Was he too selfish in his attempts of conquering the man's attention and heart, that he hadn't even considered the possibility of it being not mutual? And then he heard the hushed response, "Yes." Y/n pulled Landry closer to him, and his arms, which had held him a second ago, wrapped around Ethan's shoulders, pressing gently against his stiff body. Ethan, without taking his eyes off the others, leaned forward so that their heads were flush, then kissed L/n lightly. The kiss was sweet, tender, and very gradual, fully consistent with the sensations that Ethan had been waiting to experience. Y/n's movements seemed slow and sleepy, Landry's were sharp and impetuous, but they were just as harmonious and complete. When they separated, Ethan's lips were red and wet, his eyes looking at what he had desired for so long with desperation.

"Y/n..." he uttered, slowly breathing, as if in a state of trance. "Take me, please?"

L/n was hesitant for a second, his hands ghosting around the hem of his own old shirt on Ethan's slender body. "You sure you're okay with this?"

Landry couldn't help but smile, showing a little bit of tooth which, for some unknown reason, made Y/n shudder. "Of course I am. I couldn't tell you how long I've been waiting..."

The cold air of the room hit Ethan's burning skin like a dozen of needles. He made a great effort to let L/n know his hands were more than welcome to explore, all while being completely steady himself, only reveling in the intoxicating sensation of rough human skin again his shamefully exposed body. Occasional silent pleas left his wet lips, which were always obliged by the one he longed for. When the time came for his pants, Landry took them off himself. There was no point in trying to hide the obvious excitement between his legs now, so he presented himself fully to Y/n, admittedly, still being a bit shy about it. L/n was not at all disconcerted by this choice of his partner. It lent a touch of innocence to everything that was going on. His soft skin tasted of salt on Y/n's lips. Ethan bent his legs at the knees and spread them apart. L/n leaned forward, never stopping to stroke Landry's cock through his silky black briefs. Softly, he wrapped his arms around his ass and pulled Ethan to him, and when his knee was between his legs, he felt the force with which Landry squeezed him with his hips. Ethan felt as if his flesh had been struck by lightning. He could hardly restrain a moan. His lover's hands were working magic on his sensitive pink nipples, as his knee was rubbing his erection. This was something else, something new, something he had never before felt. A feeling of escape swept through Ethan's body in a way that he couldn't even begin to explain. It was as if all the obstacles that had held back his flow for so long had vanished, leaving him with what he chased for so long, together with him. Landry let out a low, throaty moan, squeezing Y/n's knee even harder with his thighs. A few more moments passed, and then he spoke up:

"Wait... Can you... Take your shirt off too? I want... Want to see."

Y/n smiled, his hands traveling from Ethan's nipples down to his palms, slowly stroking and while directing them towards the bottom of his own shirt.

"Take it off yourself if you want, baby."

Landry felt his cock twitch in his briefs, a quiet moan leaving him. His heart was racing at the intimacy of the moment when he first saw L/n's bare stomach and a slight line of a happy trail leading him down like a guideline. When his eyes met with his lover's chest, he couldn't help but let a hand slip. It traveled down to the edge of Y/n's pants, stopping at it, before Ethan looked up questioningly at his heart's contents. L/n smiled again and nodded. Only that was needed for Landry to pull the pants down along with the boxers. He felt his hole clench upon looking at the hard member revealed to him.

"Is this...", his voice was breathless, "...because of me?"

His lover only chuckled at that, letting a hand pet Ethan's soft curls. "Of course it's because of you. Who else would it be? It's only for you."

Only for him. Only for him. Oh god, these words made Landry's sick mind make an another twist and a sickly sweet feeling pool in his stomach. His. No one else's. A Cheshire-like grin crawled upon his soft feature's as Ethan touched Y/n's hard cock, not giving it any mercy as his hand sped up, jerking it, spreading around a layer of pre. "Yeah? Tell me more."

L/n shuddered, a sudden feeling that can only be described as what a deer feels being caught by a wolf washed over his body and mind, stunning him for a good minute. He couldn't take his eyes off of Ethan's smirk. His glistening fangs sent a shiver down Y/n's spine.

"I- I'm hard because of you. I've been jerking it to the thought of you... For a while, to be honest."

Landry let our a low guttural sound, that L/n swore sounded like a growl. "I did the same for you." He giggled, speeding his hand up. Y/n moaned at the sensation of the guy's hand on his cock, but it wasn't for too long that he was able to enjoy it. Suddenly, all at once, it stopped. Ethan got his hand off of L/n, instead getting more comfortable climbing onto his lap.

" 'm gonna ride you, okay? Saw it in porn once. You okay with that, sweetie?" Y/n nodded, accepting his role and breathing in the sweet scent of the guy on top of him.

He smelled of blood.

When the tip of his cock brushed over Ethan's hole, L/n found he was already prepped."I've been waiting for this for so long.", Landry half whispered, biting his lip, "Do you know how many times I've touched myself thinking about this? About you? I've never... I'm a virgin, you know? Do you like that, Y/n? Taking my innocence? Fuck, I hope you do.", With those words, he lowered himself on the other man's cock with a loud, high-pitched moan. A sharp bite tearing into the soft skin of a deer. They both moaned as Landry wasted no time to start moving, colliding their bodies in a sensual symphony of sweat and loud breaths.

"Fuck! Feels even better than I imagined! So deep! Do you like this, babe?", Ethan's eyes darted back to L/n's face, seemingly not even searching for an answer, only to drink in the tasteful expression of pleasure on his face. In unison with the sound of the slapping skin, the h/c male loudly moaned a positive response, throwing his head back. He felt Ethan's claws digging into his shoulders as his pace increased. Landry wasn't ashamed anymore, not holding in all and any noises he made, almost like he was making sure all the neighbors knew he was finally claiming what belonged to him. Fuck, he wished he was covered in that whore's blood now. He wished to leave blood marks on Y/n's perfect body as a sign of sacrifice in their sinful ritual as they became one.

Now every breath of air bursting from Ethan's lungs filled his instincts with lust. The animal part in him demanded to sink his teeth into that muscular throat and tear the flesh, leaving a scarlet mark on his skin. Landry imagined the pleasure Y/n would feel crying out in pain. He groaned, trembling at the keen sensation of the unfulfilled. Soon it would happen, and the smell of blood would fill him, soaking his entire body. To delay the moment when he would cum, Ethan slowed his pace. After a few seconds, it worked, a wave of tremors ran through Landry's body. The sweet pain of drawn-out pleasure boiled up in his throat. It was only when it became difficult to restrain himself that he began to move faster. "Mine..." he murmured in a voice hoarse with desire.

"What was that?" L/n asked, barely able to process the world around him with a spinning head, drunk with lust.

"Mine... Mine!" Ethan screamed louder and louder, saliva dripping from his red lips onto the man underneath him. A hungry beast. "Mine! No one else's! And I'm yours! Claim me!" They both got lost in a loud scream of pleasure. Ethan lost his mind, moving up and down at an inhuman pace, feeling his legs stick to his lover from the amount of precum they were covered in. Feeling climax approach, with an animalistic grin plastered onto his face, Ethan jumped forward, biting down on Y/n's shoulder, drawing out a bit of blood. L/n moaned, music for Landry's ears.

"Mine! Mine! Mine! Y/n!" Ethan screamed, darting upwards and stretching his back while his body exploded in a final catharsis. Jumping back down one last time he felt Y/n's seed spilling inside, filling his guts with the ecstatic feeling of being owned.

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[vampyan]

blog & request rules ;

minors and ageless blogs do not interact! you will be blocked on sight.

this blog is dom!reader x sub!yandere!character only. you can find sub!reader everywhere else so don’t come looking for it here.

all gender identities are welcome but this blog mainly caters to fem/afab!readers.

this blog is yandere-centric and will be littered with dark content, though all of these things will be tagged.

anon hate & rude asks will be ignored & deleted on sight cus idc.

this is a sideblog and i’ll mostly be posting fic here, so it won’t be nearly as active as my main -> @vampcubus

characters i write for ;

-> kimetsu no yaiba

kyojuro rengoku ; obanai iguro ; tengen uzui & wives ; shinobu kocho ; sanemi shinazugawa ; shinjuro rengoku ; zenitsu agatsuma ; inosuke hashibira ; tanjiro kamado ; genya shinazugawa ; muzan kibutsuji ; akaza ; gyutaro ; gyokko ; hantengu clones (sekido & urogi preferred) ;

-> telltale batman

john doe/joker ; edward nygma/riddler ; harvey dent/two-face ; harley quinn ;

-> helluva boss

blitzø ; fizzarolli ; asmodeus ; mammon ;

-> the arcana

lucio ; muriel ; asra ; vulgora ;

-> dragon ball

goku ; vegeta ; gohan ; broly ; frieza ; frost ; beerus ; android 17 ; android 18 ; zamasu ; goku black ; jiren ;

-> miscellaneous fandom yanderes

mizu (blue eye samurai) ; sidon (loz botw & totk) ; john doe (visual novel) ; victor van dort (corpse bride) ;

-> original yandere characters

coming soon!

request rules ;

👩🏻‍🔬: requests aren't guaranteed and might take me a while (especially since i run another blog as well) but i'll try to finish as many as i can >:3

yandere!character is the main focus of this blog, but yandere!reader is also acceptable!

all characters aged up to 18+ if applicable

please be specific and have a concept instead of sending something like ‘kyojuro x reader smut’ i’ll be more likely to write it if you know exactly what you want :)

will write ;

fics, headcanons, and quick thirsts/drabbles.

dom!reader x sub!yandere!character. (top! or bottom!reader so long as they are dominant)

fem or afab!reader for nsfw. will do fem or gender-neutral reader for sfw. (pls specify if you’d prefer a gn!reader)

non-sexual non-con, dub-con, non-con touching/affection, stalking, controlling behavior, kidnapping, manipulation, blood & gore.

polyamory, threesomes, and harems (ex: uzuren x reader, obamitsu x reader, inotan x reader, kamaboko trio x reader, fizzmodeus x reader)

a/b/o dynamics. alpha!reader x omega!character preferred, but will write for dominant omega readers (ex: prime omega!reader)

monsterfucking/teratophilia, monster/cryptid au yanderes (ex: cryptid!kyojuro, werewolf!sanemi, eldritch horror!yandere)

kny demon pet au (@/invertedphantasmagoria, @/phantasmiafxndom), hybrid au, catboys, puppyboys, bunnyboys etc...

won’t write ;

sub!reader x dom!character

male or amab!readers.

kink no-no’s: sexual non-con, incest/stepcest, daddy kink, piss play/watersports/omorashi, foot fetish, maledom.

forced pregnancy, miscarriages.

#🦠.navigation #.request rules #.blog rules #.byf #dom!reader #dom reader #sub!character #sub!yandere

[honeybeeloxs]

 Well, Blow it Off.

Ethan Landry x Original Male Character Originally posted on Archive of Our Own

THIS CONTAINS SOME SPOILERS FOR SCREAIVI SO AVOID AT YOUR OWN RISK!

WEDNESDAY | 7:26 PM | NEW YORK CITY

Quinn and Riley have been friends since 11th grade; however, keeping up with her was physically impossible, and her being 'sex positive' didn't help it at all, but she was his friend. Nonetheless, he still loved her like a sister. Once she moved in with Sam, Riley rarely saw her only in film class, but that was it, so here he is walking alone on a Wednesday Night, a bit weary because of what happened to Ms. Crane; I mean, just last week both of you were talking to her about how terrible the 'STAB' movies are, I mean come on Riley couldn't get past the first one without making Quinn want to choke him.

DING DING DING...

'QUINN'

ACCEPT DECLINE

"Hey, I'm almost there," you said, looking behind you and constantly ensuring someone wasn't following him while a frown crept as your thought of Ms. Crane.

"Okay, well, can you hurry? She's driving me crazy, y'know?" Quinn snapped back, and by her tone, you could tell she was annoyed.

"With who?" you ask curiously.

"Who do you think?" Quinn snaps back quickly.

"Ah... Is it Sam?" his pace stops as you look around.

"Yea, I know she's my roommate, but she can be a little overbearing," she says calmly.

"Anyways... have you talked to Ethan today? You started questioning your boyfriend. I've been calling him; however, he isn't answering his damn cell, which is odd."

"I heard he had some study group, Anika saw him, but that was it. Well, she's in the living room with Mindy and all, but yeah." your best friend said on the other line, which is weird.

"Okay, off-topic totally, but I'm heading to the mall tomorrow after class; you should come; I mean, I don't have my license, but your daddy's a police officer, so I think he'll let me off with a warning," you say to Quinn while looking at a Bodega.

"I mean, maybe, but-" he interrupts Quinn. "Oh, Hold on, another call," However, Quinn tells you to blow it off. "Hello?"

"Hello." the unknown caller responds.

"Listen, I hate to be blunt, but I think you got the wrong number," you said with venom as your eyebrow raised.

"What's your favorite scary movie?" the caller asks.

"I don't watch them, a bunch of shit anyways. I'm more of a comedy or thriller type of person," he tells the voice on the other end. "Listen, bud; I gotta run, so bye." you hang up on him; weird, right? You need help remembering the plot of that movie. It probably was nothing, and honestly, I haven't seen any Horror movies since 'STAB'; however, that was years ago.

"Who was it?" Quinn asks curiously.

"Don't know, some weirdo asking me what Horror movie I liked," you respond to her. "Well, anyways, I'm at the front door. Can you buzz me in?" you tell Quinn.

WEDNESDAY | 7:48 PM | QUINN'S APARTMENT

"Hey, Riley. Anika chirps happily to see you.

"What are we watching?" he asks curiously, wanting to know.

Anika pauses for a minute, trying to think of the movie before Mindy, sitting at the dining table, says, 'SAW 3.' Anika turns to him and nods.

"Ugh, I hate those movies. It's not scary. It's just gross; I hate the torture porn shit." you say to Mindy, with your back facing the TV.

Quinn starts groaning from her bedroom, and you roll his eyes and look at Anika. "Guess she's with her 'boyfriend' again." but the groans start to get a little violent, and bangs from her room.

Worried, You get up. "Quinn...? you okay...?" he says while Mindy tells him to return to the couch, but you approach the door. "Quinn?"

Quinn's body shot out of her room, landing on top of you, staining your neon green cardigan; confusion. plasters your face before Sam pulls Quinn off your body. You panic and try to get up with Anika and Mindy trying to pull you up; however, Mindy gets slashed in the arm, and Ghostface kicks you in the nose with his boot causing blood to spill all over his white pants; he grasps your neck with both hands and begins to choke you.

Anika tries to shove Ghostface off of him. However, he turns and stabs her in the stomach before pushing her into the fireplace. He feels lightheaded before Sam slams a knife block against the attacker's face. Anika and Mindy run through the front door while Sam and I flee to Quinn's bedroom and push her dresser before her door, knocking on her framed photos on the floor.

"Hey!" A man from the next apartment screams at Sam. "Don't worry; I got you." he tries to hand Sam a ladder.

"Are you crazy?" Sam replies with disbelief on her face.

"You got any other ideas?" he replies, staring her down.

"No." Sam takes the Ladder and places it on the window seal. Sam crawls through the window and tries to cross.

"Sam, Hurry!" You say to her as his bleeding nose stains his clothes while Ghostface tries to kick down Quinn's bedroom door.

Climbing up onto the window seal, "shit..." he mumbles as his bloody hands grab the Ladder and try to move my legs; looking up at Sam, my face scrunched up.

"Guys, I can't," you yell, tears brimming his eyes. However, Ghostface breaks down the door, and you quickly crawl onto the Ladder.

"BEHIND YOU!" Sam screams at him as she tries to crawl out the window frantically; she waves her hands, gesturing in a come-on motion.

You look behind him, scream, and crawl across the Ladder quicker, but Ghostface grabs the Ladder and tries to shake you off.

"Riley, give me your hand!" Sam screams and grabs Riley's hand as the Ladder falls below

CLANK

The Ladder makes a noise as it hits a dumpster below, You try to hold onto Sam's hands, but his blood-covered hands make it more challenging the neighbor pulls on his cardigan, pulling him into the apartment.

THURSDAY| 10:03 PM | NEW YORK CITY

"Anika went to the hospital and said she's alright, but the stab wound was deep, so Mindy's with her." you overhear Sam saying to Tara; you can't say you're unhappy. Anika is a close friend; she tried to help you when Ghostface strangled you for a good minute. Ethan showed up; he's your boyfriend, but you suspected him and asked him where he was.

You felt terrible within seconds for suggesting that Ethan was a murderer and had also attempted to kill you after he told you what seemed to be the truth. He presented you with a solid alibi, and you regretted your assumptions in seconds.

"I thought we were close? I mean, we are dating." Ethan says as he crouches down to you.

You believed Ethan was right about those things. He hugs you, and you apologize; Ethan pulls you in for a kiss.

#scream #ethan landry #x male reader

[finniestoncrane]

💚 my requests are always open 💜

you can find my writing:

in my tag

on my masterlist

my AO3

important things first:

🔞🔞🔞 minors DNI 🔞🔞🔞 you can request anonymously 💚 i don't write in order of when things are received, i do it based on inspiration. if i can't think of anything for something after a few months i'll delete it without explanation, sorry i have a prompt tag and if you use it let me know which prompt list you've asked for or let me know more than just the numbers! let me know gender specifics of "reader" if there is one (pronouns, genitals etc.) if you don't specify it'll be gender neutral or female please don't include images or gifs in your requests, they visually overwhelm me and make it difficult to tackle the prompt i mostly identify as cis/white/afab so keep this in mind if you request nb/trans/t4t/different races/male reader presenting etc. i will choke you if you don't reblog and like the thing you requested, be nice and supportive!

requests i accept:

i write mostly for the batman rogues! i will do multiple characters per post for headcanons but only for all general rogues, a specific dork squad (in my do writes!) or all iterations that i write for of a specific character e.g. ✅ can you write first dates with arkham!dork squad? ✅ what would all the riddlers do on a first date? ✅ how would the rogues handle a first date? (if you ask for all iterations of a specific character i'll either write for them all or pick several of them depending on the ask. if you want one specifically to be included just let me know)

characters i write for:

🦇 DC/BATMAN 🦇

for dcu/batman: btaa = batman the audio adventures, obd = one bad day, twojar = the war of jokes and riddles, bu = batman unburied, ss:ktjl = suicide squad: kill the justice league, general = my own generalised version iterations starred and highlighted in yellow are my favourites!!

Riddler (⭐arkham, dano, ⭐zero year, telltale, TWOJAR, gotham, BTAA, young justice, BU, BTAS, general)

Penguin (⭐farrell, BTAA, telltale, OBD, gotham, general)

Scarecrow (⭐arkham, ⭐BTAA, golden age, general)

Two Face (⭐arkham, BTAA, general)

Victor Zsasz (gotham, general)

Mad Hatter (arkham, gotham - NO INCEST, general)

Captain Boomerang (⭐ss:ktjl, general)

Poison Ivy (arkham, general)

Polkadot Man (suicide squad)

Harley Quinn (telltale, arkham, ss:ktjl, ⭐general)

Bane (arkham, telltale, OBD, ⭐general)

Harvester (bu)

Amanda Waller (ss:ktjl)

Mr. Freeze (arkham, gotham, general)

John Doe/Joker (telltale)

Butch Gilzean/Solomon Grundy (gotham)

King Shark (ss:ktjl, general)

Deadshot (ss:ktjl, general)

Killer Croc (arkham!origins, general)

Firefly (arkham, general)

Harvey Bullock (gotham)

Alfred Pennyworth (gotham, general)

Black Mask (arkham, general)

💚 Other Characters 💚

john hancock (fallout 4)

sturges (fallout 4)

edward deegan (fallout 4)

paladin danse (fallout 4)

nick valentine (fallout 4)

cooper howard/the ghoul (fallout tv show)

maximus (fallout tv show)

cecil stedman (invincible)

walter skinner (x-files)

arthur morgan (red dead redemption 2)

egon spengler (ghostbusters)

nick (left 4 dead 2)

i will write:

absolutely yucky disgusting smut of most kinds

most kinks including knife play, blood play, bondage, sub/dom, pain play, mommy/daddy, etc.

darker themes like cnc, dubcon, noncon, somnophilia, hypnotism, manipulation, gaslighting, guilting

angst, fluff, romance, friendships, hurt/comfort

jealousy, yandere, obsessive themes etc.

ships plus ships x reader also!

non-ship pairings of characters in my "will write" criteria

death, gore, extreme violence

blood, cum, spit and some piss

imagines, scenarios, full fics, short fics, headcanons

i won’t write:

underage characters (at all, in any scenario, including platonic)

vomit, shit or breast milk

real people

bestiality

pregnancy/pregnancy sex/having children/step-children

age play (daddy and mommy kink fine, dd/lg not for me!)

incest (even step-relations)

characters x monster/monster!reader (may do in commissions)

OCs or overly detailed reader specifications (may do in commissions)

AUs or crossovers (may do this in commissions)

extreme anal i.e. fisting/enemas/stretching (may do in commissions)

also i am anti-cancel culture! i'm not about to out you/report you/fuck with your privacy if you send me anything that i'm not sure about or uninterested in writing

and finally, no pressure at all but if you want to thank me i would greatly appreciate reblogs, comments, and maybe even a tip

#finnie shouts into the void

[eternalsweetener]

━ introduction + muses & fandoms.

hey y'all! i'm dylan, a 23 year old from miami (EST) who's been itching to get back into roleplaying. i'll be roleplaying on discord (both fandom and fandomless) and there's only a few things i wanna put out there before we start plotting!

one: i will only write with other writers who are at least twenty years old. two: the length of replies doesn't really matter to me, and i'm happy to match whatever you're comfortable with/used to as long as the writing is good and proper grammar is used. three: i'm perfectly fine with writing smut, i just don't want the entire roleplay to revolve around it. generally, i'm looking for fleshed out, long term plots with plenty of drama, romance, angst, etc. four: i typically write males more, but i can and will write females as well! five: i don't have any triggers, so please let me know yours as we plot!

like i said, i'm looking to roleplay with both fandom and fandomless/original characters, so i'm gonna list the muses that i have so far, as well as the fandoms/pairings that i'm looking to roleplay, under the cut! i'll also add a few plot ideas that i like, but i'm pretty much open to anything, so please throw your ideas at me in messages!

━ meet my muses.

VINNIE CATTANEO. fc: lorenzo zurzolo. 20-23. your typical jaded, brooding, angsty boy. proud stoner, not so proud dealer. guitarist. journals often. "i hate everyone but you" vibes.

WESLEY NEWMAN. fc: tom welling. 23-27. firefighter. textbook himbo. pathological people pleaser. dedicated cat dad. heart over head. shameless simp. always laughing.

CADE BAUER. fc: drew starkey. 21-24. hockey player. unapologetic fuckboy. asshole tendencies. ego the size of texas. redeemable qualities if you squint hard enough.

CHANDLER NORWOOD. fc: greta onieogou. 24-28. law school student. old money. obessive overachiever. occasional snarky streak. slightly uptight. great listener.

DAMIAN PARK. fc: charles melton. 25-29. veterinarian. soft-spoken. legal guardian of two younger siblings. dad joke maker. loves to bake. chronic overthinker. quiet, stoic type.

NATALIA BURNS. fc: dianna agron. 20-23. fashion model. party girl. self aware slut. chronic commitment issues. never without lip gloss. dramatic. hot mess. loves to dance.

SETH AMBROSE. fc: josh hutcherson. 20-22. bus boy. skateboarder. spends too much time on the computer. introvert. nervous rambler. never misses a day of wordle.

LEVI WESTBROOK. fc: callum turner. 27-32. history teacher. freelance writer. always at the beach. loves a good turtleneck. hopeless romantic. lowkey clean freak.

VERONICA "RONNIE" HARGROVE. fc: chandler kinney. 22-26. personal trainer. tomboy. always thrifting. halloween lover. earbuds always in. former track & field runner.

MANNY CONTRERAS. fc: benjamin wadsworth. 21-24. boxer. party animal. chaotic. bruised knuckles. runs on impulse. joking most of the time. biker.

SEBASTIAN GRANT. fc: chris briney. 20-22. trust fund baby. lost in life. witty. middle child. sensitive heart. probably on a yacht somewhere. old soul. coffee drinker.

JESSE AIKMAN fc: chris wood. 22-27. resturant owner. raised on a ranch. paints occasionally. total sweetheart. wears cowboy boots unironically.

━ fandoms.

disclaimer: the bold indicates which character i would rather use, though i won't refuse to play the other, and if there isn't any bold, i don't have a preference. the fandoms listed with "oc x oc" are universes that i think would be interesting to plot in/around using original characters! also, characters that are underage will, of course, be aged up!

glee: quinn/puck, rachel/puck, santana/quinn, finn/rachel, finn/quinn, quinn/rachel, sam/quinn, oc x canon

one tree hill: brooke/lucas, brooke/nathan, oc x canon

outer banks: jj/kiara, jj/sarah, rafe/kiara, oc x oc

euphoria: lexi/fez, oc x canon, oc x oc

stranger things: max/lucas, max/mike

harry potter: ron/hermione, oc x oc

gossip girl, vampire diaries, shameless, the summer i turned pretty, pretty little liars: oc x oc

━ plots.

disclaimer: these are just a few tropes/plots i enjoy. like i said, i'm not at all picky about plotting, so don't be scared to throw whatever ideas you have at me, because chances are that i'll agree and add on!

friends with benefits, enemies to lovers, exes with benefits, rivals to lovers, exes to lovers, (toxic) situationships, bestfriends brother, brothers bestfriend, opposites attract, bad boy/girl x good boy/girl, slowburn, secret/forbidden romance, fake dating, cheating trope, enemies/frenemies with benefits, one night stand, forced proximity

a plot inspired by the summer i turned pretty, in which both muses have been vacationing to the same place every summer for years

our muses know eachother because one of them is bestfriends with the other's boyfriend/girlfriend, and they end up hooking up one night

any plot inspired by a song (open to suggestions!)

two exes who are absolutely crazy over each other and probably shouldn't be together, who always find their way back after all the fights, breakups, etc

one muse starts hooking up/hanging out with the other, but they have to sneak around because their dad coaches the rival team that the other muse is the star player of

#pinned post #about me #wanted plots

[foundtherightwords]

Love in a Mist

Pairing: Hellcheer Regency AU or Regency!Eddie Munson x OFC (see Author's Notes)

Summary: Christine Conyngham, a young debutante whose marital prospects are less than ideal, believes her happiness is secure when she falls in love with Joshua Craven, the handsome future Duke of Hauxwell. However, after her lack of a fortune prevents her and Joshua from marrying, Christine impulsively accepts the proposal of Edward Munson, the eccentric Baron Hurstfield, who is in need of a wife to obtain an inheritance. But with her heart still pining after Joshua, can Christine learn to love her husband and build a life with him?

Warnings: sloooooow burn (it's a fucking novel, I'm sorry), angst, suicide attempt, mentions of domestic abuse, some smut in later chapters. Also, my deepest apologies to the people of Yorkshire for the accent and any other details I might have butchered.

A/N: This started life as an original idea, for which I imagined Joe Quinn as the male lead. As I worked on it, however, I started to notice certain similarities between my two leads and Eddie/Chrissy, so I turned it into a Hellcheer fic instead. Honestly though, the Hellcheer connection is strenuous at best - I've never written an AU before, so as I wrote this, I kept feeling like it's more an original fic with characters that share names and certain traits with Eddie and Chrissy. So you can imagine this as a Hellcheer AU, a Regency!Eddie x OFC, or even a Regency romance with Joe Quinn & Grace Van Dien as the leads, if you prefer! I don't even know. I just want to get it out there.

A note on the names:

Edward Munson and Christine Conyngham are self-explanatory. Apparently there was a noble family by the name of Munson in Kent. "Conyngham" is not just a fancy spelling to make "Cunningham" look more old-timey; one of George IV's last mistress was Marchioness Conyngham. "Christine" sounds too French for a Regency English lady, but that will get explained later.

Hurstfield = Eddie lives in Forest Hills Trailer Park; "Hurst" means "wooded hill". Plus Hurstfield sounds a little similar to Hellfire.

Joshua Craven = Jason Carver ("Jason Carver" is too modern, too American).

Hauxwell = Hawkswell, similar to Hawkins.

You'll notice other ST names in it, but for the most part, they're just handy names, not Regency version of the same characters.

The setting: I didn't want to specify a year, but George IV was still Prince Regent, so it was anywhere between 1811 and 1820.

And of course, it wouldn't be my fic without a playlist filled with Snow Patrol.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

You can also find the whole thing on AO3 here (I split Chapter 9 into two on there because 10 is a nice round number, but I was too lazy to do the same for Tumblr. Sorry!)

#eddie munson #eddie x chrissy #eddie munson x oc #hellcheer #hellcheer fic #hellcheer au #regency au #Spotify #joseph quinn #joseph quinn fic

[foreststarss]

Hello! I'm Q, i am a multi fandom fanfic writer (writing x reader currently)

about me♡ rules◇

MAIN FANDOMS ! MASTERLIST

Maze runner ○| minho , thomas , newt(only male reader) , brenda , teresa , sonya , aris , harriet , frypan , gally , alby

Dc ○| jaime reyes , tim drake , dick grayson , harley quinn (these are who I know the most lore to, but I am open to different character if requested)

Alice in borderland ○| arisu , usagi , kuina , chishiya , ann (any other characters I open to for request unless stated otherwise. I will not write for niragi no matter what.)

Paper towns ○| ben , quentet , radar(marcus) , margo , lacy , angela

Random characters i also write for in different fandoms ○| peter parker , theodore finch , hazel callaghan . Anymore will be added (:

—♡ I will also write for any original characters I come up with, which will have its own master list, but the links to the character information will be here <3

[Currently empty]

#dick grayson #spider man #harley quinn #tim drake #x reader #x reader blog #tmr minho #tmr newt #tmr x reader #dc x reader #alice in borderland #alice in borderland x reader #signing off ◇q

[findyourrp]

    hello! my names lucifer (nineteen & any pronouns) and i am currently looking for a roleplay partner - it’s been a good long while since i’ve been on the scene, but i’ve always loved writing with another person more than writing by myself. i believe i’m considered a semi-lit to lit writer, i always strive to match my partners length, however my average is at least three paragraphs. my timezone is aest (australian eastern standard time) and while i’m active during the day, i usually reply during the night. i have no real triggers/squicks to mention and i do not roleplay with minors. i don’t have very much experience doubling up, but i am willing to do so. i love going all out on headcanons and plotting ahead, i would love a partner who matches that energy.

    as for what i’m looking for, i am open to any gender pairings, however i am only able to write nsfw between male characters. i prefer fade-to-black scenarios for other instances and am open to that if you are uncomfortable with nsfw themes as well. important to note is that most of the time, i don’t bother with forms for original characters - i like making it up as i go, so if you’re not into that sort of more casual approach, an original character roleplay with me may not be for you. i’m fine with any sort of plot and au’s are dependent on the fandom and type of au. moving right along, i’m currently interested in the following fandoms:

— banshee

    - up to: season one and counting.

    - open to: original x original, original x canon.

    - love interests: lucas hood (m/f or m), kai proctor (m/f or m) or your original character (any).

    - note: i am dying to roleplay this rn, absolutely hmu if you’ve seen it!

— the boys

    - up to: season three. haven’t seen gen v.

    - open to: original x original, original x canon.

    - love interests: the homelander (m/f or m), soldier boy (m/nb or f) or your original character (m/any).

— you

    - up to: season three.

    - open to: original x original, original x canon, canon x canon.

    - ships: forty quinn x joe goldberg.

    - love interests: forty quinn (m/f) or your original character (any/f).

— (tentatively) open to fandomless

    - p.s, if you’re relatively new to marvel stuff and are looking to try out your original character/s like i am, do hmu as well.

    please shoot me a dm here on tumblr if you’re interested and we can work out the details. thank you! ✨

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#rp finder #18+ rp #fandom rp #fandom roleplay #you rp #the boys rp #banshee rp

[themerriweathermage]

Warbringer Pt. 20

Summary: In the wake of Apollo's healing, Leoric finds himself in Quinn's care, and Quinn finally admits to himself that his feelings for Leoric are not born of lust.

WARNINGS: Mention of Sickness/Injury

Hyacinth, Lavender

Latin Translations:

Deus meus lauretus - My laurel-wreathed god

Quinn brushed a stray tendril of hair back where it clung to a sweat dampened cheek as Leoric fought against the fever that ate away at him. He had seemed fine when Veil had released him into Quinn’s care, but his condition had rapidly worsened overnight and no amount of medicine or healing seemed to be working. 

“The veil is thin again in the Badlands.” Janus remarked, watching the veil between time turn sheer.

    “Is someone else passing it?” Apollo wondered.

    “No.” Janus murmured, after a moment’s pause. “It’s for your disciple. A ticket home.”

    “The one who has his heart is in the Badlands.”

    “I suppose we shall see if his will of mind is as strong as his heart. He won’t survive the passing of the veil again. His body is too weakened by Bellona’s assault. Even with the cordial, even with your healing, he suffers it so. That body is very mortal.” Janus stepped away from the mirror for a moment, trying to gauge his fellow god.

    “He has not asked. If he did, I doubt it would be for himself.”

    “Are we back to our fickle ways that we would play with these mortals’ lives?” Janus asked. “But perhaps the pathway of an oracle is dangerous for one so reckless.”

    “He does things recklessly because his heart bleeds for people just like him. Because he was the one who had to stand up for himself. Because he was the one to make himself.” Apollo replied, incensed for a moment. “He blessed a home of healers. He warded for their protection. He knew his love would come to kill them... and he knew that if his love took one step over that threshold, that he would have died on impact with the blessing. He’s trying to find a way to give a man his freedom, trying to find a way to give a man his life back, trying to find a way to heal the man he loves. But how can he... when those tools are not at his disposal?”

    “This land is not our Renaissance.” Janus retorted. “It is not our Rome. Our Athens.”

    “Does it matter if it is? There are no more temples left in that world. Everything is dust. Why not take the chance to rebuild on fertile ground?” Apollo asked. 

    Leoric’s eyes fluttered as he took in a ragged breath, shoulders shaking in an aching cough. Why did his body feel like it had been dragged through hell and back? The last thing he remembered was confrontation with Hannah and Quinn at his side, but he was certain more time had passed since then, all in a hazy blur.

    A damp cloth pressed to his forehead, a hand smoothing down his cheek, rough fingers-- Quinn’s touch. Leoric instinctively followed it, colliding with a warm body and a coarsely bearded jaw. He took in another sharp breath, fighting the urge to cough against Quinn’s shoulder.

    “You’re alright.” Quinn murmured, hand at his back now, pressing Leoric into his body. There was an attempt to his name, a low sound rattling through Leoric before he got quiet again, nuzzling into Quinn’s chest.

    “You’re awfully stubborn.” Apollo remarked. Quinn absolutely hated that the god was sitting right there, legs propped over the arm of his chair. It was bad enough that he had just appeared out of a literal nowhere and plopped himself down in Quinn’s quarters about two days ago. “But the veil has passed and according to Janus, it won’t pass again. You survived the passing of it... despite being called to it. What did you leave behind? A family? Children? A lover?” Apollo must have touched on something sensitive because with all the strength Leoric could muster, he had taken the longsword from beneath the pillows and thrown it in Apollo’s direction. “Whoa!” It still wavered from the wall where it had made contact. “Alright then.” Apollo muttered. “Tetchy.” 

    Leoric glared in that direction. Who are you?

    “You know me as Apollo.” Leoric shook his head. 

    I don’t remember... I don’t remember the time that has passed.

    “No, I don’t suppose you would.” Apollo murmured. “Cordials of the gods sometimes react strangely on mortal bodies.”

    I’m sick.

    “Your body is weakened, yes. Bellona tore through both your mental and physical defenses. It will take time, as anything else does, for you to recover.” Leoric touched his hand to the leather corded crystal resting against his chest.

    “It’s...” Leoric rasped. “Blurred.” He shouldn’t be in here if I’m sick. His immune system doesn’t need any more stress than it already has.

    “Yeah, good luck convincing him. He has the head of an ox.” Apollo murmured.

    Touching. But foolish. Leoric took in another deep breath, the cough shaking his form. Quinn rumbled out an annoyed sound. 

    “Come back to bed.”

    “Mmm.” Leoric stood on wobbling legs, snatching the red jacket to wrap around an otherwise bare body. He didn’t even want to know when that had happened, making his way, slowly to his own quarters across the hall. The rifling of bottles and vials as glass clinked against each other, fingers closing around a jar.

    “It’s quite impressive, this little apothecary you’ve made for yourself.” Apollo commented. Leoric turned with a brief nod, offering the jar to Apollo. “Oh?” He took the jar, opening it for a moment to inspect the contents. “Oh. Well that’s appreciated. I won’t pretend to know where you found it in this wasteland.” Leoric snorted, grimacing, leaning on his dresser as a wave of dizziness began to overtake him. “Hey,” There were hands on him that weren’t Quinn’s and Leoric shied from the touch. “You need to take it easy. Your body is still healing.” Apollo murmured, coming down to level with Leoric.

    I just... want... a blessed moment... of peace.

    “I can help you.”

    That requires sacrifice. I have nothing for you, deus meus lauretus.

    “You think this is nothing?” Apollo showed the jar, the delicate blue-purple flowers resting within. “Just because the offering is small doesn’t dictate its worth.” Leoric closed his eyes, and Apollo got the sense that that particular affirmation hit a little close to home. “Why don’t we get you to Quinn, and why don’t you take it easy for a while?” Apollo murmured, grabbing the extra clothes and looping Leoric’s arm over his shoulder, retreating back to Quinn’s quarters.

    “Listen I know you don’t like me, but...” Apollo helped Leoric to the bed. “Take care of him.” Apollo watched Leoric immediately curl to Quinn’s side. “I... I’ll be back in a little bit.”

    “You are impossible.” Quinn murmured.

    “Just... Just want a bath.” Leoric whispered.

    “All you had to do was ask, you know.” Quinn replied. “I’ll take care of you.” Leoric managed a small smile, watching Quinn draw a warm bath, stepping into it before it was nearly done. It wasn’t long that the scent of lavender drifted through the air as Leoric sank into the water, eyes closing. “I’ll protect you.” Quinn’s whisper was soft, only meant for him as practiced hands combed through Leoric’s hair, untangling the braid, working soap through it. As deft as Quinn was at it, Leoric assumed he may have been doing it this whole time... or in the other moments where his mind was gone.

    “I love you.” Leoric breathed quietly, drifting. 

He was asleep before Quinn ever uttered a quiet, “I know.” It was harder to hide his feelings when Leoric was so helpless like this. Sick, tired, beaten... He wasn’t the one to concede, even for the sake of his own health. Quinn washed and dried him gently, helping him into a nightshirt and underwear. Mostly Leoric was just content to nuzzle into him, seeking warmth, seeking safety, seeking the comfort of Quinn’s arms. And right back into the bed they went, Quinn nesting himself around Leoric’s body. Was this love, real love? Or was it just lust... no. Quinn shut that thought down so quickly, it was borderline violent. Lust... lust was a dollhouse, a ten-coin blowjob, nothing more than a ritual satisfaction. He would never get sex like the sex he and Leoric shared at any dollhouse in the Badlands. It was more than some cheap one night wick. No, the things Quinn felt for Leoric... he was beginning to doubt that feeling was lust, as much worry, sadness, and oftentimes anger was mixed in.

#Warbringer #Warbringer Series #Baron Quinn X OMC #Baron Quinn X Original Male Character #Into the Badlands Fanfic #cw: mention of sickness/injury

[gaymansruse]

𝒇 𝒓 𝒂 𝒈 𝒊 𝒍 𝒆 𝒕 𝒉 𝒐 𝒖 𝒈 𝒉 𝒕 𝒔 || 𝘦.𝘮 [𝘱𝘵.2]

Eddie Munson x gn!reader Summary → Being Eddie's best friend and having a crush on him is tough. What happens when he asks out Chrissy and you feel a bit jealous.

Word Count → 1.0k+ Requested → yes Inbox → open Warning → This writing peice contains use of drugs, and intoxicated confessions/kissing. If that makes you uncomfortable, please do not read.

A/n || I hope this is what you guys wanted, I'm sorry if it's not. I'm sorry it took so long to get this out, some stuff happened and I ended up getting grounded, i lost motivation half way through this, but I wanted to finish it for you guys. As always criticism is welcome. Happy reading! <3

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Eddie had left about an hour after you had fallen asleep, his thoughts were conflicted about everything you had told him. Should he confront you about your feeling and tell you he feels the same. Or should he just leave it and go on a date with Chrissy and see how it goes.

He was walking down the street in the dark, he was at your house to tell you he wasn't going to be able to hang out with you tomorrow, becuase he had landed a date with Chrissy.

But now he doesn't know if he should go, I mean yes he likes you, and yes he does want to be with you, but what if you guys break up. What if it ruins your friendship. At least with Chrissy he could just avoid her.

He had reached his trailer and walked in immediately going to greet his guitar for the second time today. His thoughts drifted to Chrissy, He was pretty, and smart and could hold good conversation. But she was nothing like you, she couldn't make him laugh to the point where you were both wheezing, she couldn't hold her own in a fist fight against three guys, she didn't have any little tics like you had like when you stuck your tongue to the side of your mouth when you were focused, or how your nose twitched when you were nervous. She just wasn't anything like you.

What if he did take his chance with you though? And everything worked out? What if you two really ended up being together forever, God he'd be so happy to spend the rest of his life with you.

He didn't know what came over him, but he soon drifted off into sleep, thoughts already latching onto every memory he has of you.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You had woken up to the sound of your {Parental figure} shuffling around, clearly trying to get ready for work, but right now you couldn't care less. You were still tired, thoughts of last night very far from you mind as you tried to close your eyes and go back to sleep.

But alas you can never get what you want. Your {Parental figure} had barged through the door and ripped the sheets from your body. "I hope you weren't planning on sleeping the whole day, you still have school." They said somewhat sternly, yet their voice still held a light teasing tone to it.

You couldn't help but smile up at them. "Of course not, Par." You said groggily.

"Well get up and goin' then."

You were about halfway dressed before there was a light knock at your door. You opened it, expecting to see one of your siblings, but no. It was the one, the only, Eddie Munson. "Whatcha doin' here Ed's?" You asked, almost forgetting you were currently topless. You would've forgotten completely if you didn't notice Eddie's eyes keep shifting down to your chest.

You quickly slung on the t-shirt you were holding. "Eddie?"

"Oh right yeah, uhm, I came to pick you up for school."

"You never do that unless you wanna ditch."

He gave you a knowing look, and you immediately understood. I mean he did say you two were going to hang out today. But you would've assumed he'd be too busy with Chrissy.

"Ah I see, and what exactly would we be doing?"

"I don't know, we could go to Towers, or we could chill around Lovers Lake and get high." He whispered the last part so no one else would hear and get suspicious.

"We could always do both, we'll have six free hours to spend."

"True true, we have time to do that and more." He finished his sentence with a wink.

Why did Eddie just wink at me? Your hands got a little clammy but you ignored it and grabbed your school bag to make it seem like Eddie was actually taking you to school.

You'se walked down stairs together, and past your {Parental Figure}. You waved towards them and yelled out a quick 'goodbye' before you left the house with Ed.

Once you were in Eddie's car he spoke, "Hey I was wondering if you wanted to head to Lovers Lake first, no better way to start the day than getting high, right?"

"Yeah sure I don't mind."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You guys had made it to the lake, now both of you were sitting crossed legged near the water, a blunt being shared between the both of you.

You had barely spoken a word, too busy enjoying the view in your high and relaxed state of mind.

You also hadn't realised that Eddie kept glancing over at you the entire time. He was currently debating in his mind if he should tell you that he likes you, or if he should just stay quiet and still head to that date he had with Chrissy later in the day.

Maybe it was the weed, maybe it was the way the early morning sunlight was hitting your skin perfectly, or maybe it was just pur confidence. But before he could second guess his decision he blurted out. "I like you."

"What?" You looked over giggling.

"I like you. Like, like like you. Like I'm pretty sure I'm probably in love with you."

"Are you joking right now? Because I swear to God if you are I'll drown you in the lake."

"No I'm not joking, I like you, romantic stylz, with a 'Z'."

"Yeah I could hear the 'Z'." You replied laughing, "I like you too Eddie."

"I know." He said nonchalantly, then he sure the confused look on my face and realised he shouldn't have said that. "It's just, ugh, you're really bad at hiding it, ya know?"

"Was I really that bad?" You cringed at the thought.

"Yep." He said popping the P, he'd tell you one day how he really found out. Maybe at your wedding day, or when you're on your way to having your first kid. But he knew for sure he wasn't telling you right now.

You both fell into a comfortable silence, just staring at eachother. Before he spoke up again. "Can I kiss you?"

"Yes."

You'se both leaned in, lips kind of pursed. Your hands went up to grip his shoulders as your lips touched in a light, clumsy kiss.

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[tankwolf]

TAG GAME LETS GO!!!! i think this is the first time i’m doing a tag game here so. here! @konnorhasapen tagged me to assign some songs to redacted ships and i think i have the right ones :] here ar my favs below the cut, in no specific order 👍🏽

Tank/Quinn Butch 4 Butch by Rio Romeo (x) yeah this ship makes me go insane as is because i love angst and pain and torturing myself, and this song just kind of gets it man. kind of puts a perspective on all the abuse and pain and makes the obvious delusion, hurt and doubt sound normalized and romanticized, and so it’s easier to get a peak into the mechanics and warped mindsets of abusive relationships through it. yeah. just listen to it. going loco everytime i put this song on 🤪

Tank/Sam Sunlight by Hozier (x) sam said his darlin’ feels like sunlight on an easy day, but i think this song is mostly from tank’s pov. the overwhelming feel of the song that fills up your chest would be how tank saw it too, a stark contrast from what they know, as opposed to sam who paired sunlight with ‘easy’. “who would trade that hum of night for sunlight, sunlight, sunlight?” to “a soul that’s born in cold and rain knows sunlight, sunlight, sunlight” and the fact that it is so new to them that it feels bigger and grander and holier than they’d ever known. AHHH DO U SEE WHAT I MEAN. YEAH.

David/Angel BREAKFAST by half · alive (x) it just feels like an easy song, but it’s obvious from the lyrics that it’s still really daunting. david’s character arc has always been about learning to accept and ask for help. his main problem was not being a dick about it in the process, which stems from him finding vulnerability daunting, and angel kind of provides that kind of support with the dickyness just, on default. the “strength in the open, the broken and exposed, should I flee to the mountains?” bit. it hasn’t been easy for him to get used to that but he pulled through!!! and. yeah. also, breakfast is just something david’s plenty good at, and food is sorta his way of showing he cares........................... i’m kidding his song is rude boy by rihanna.

Milo/SH Apple Pie by Lizzie McAlpine (x) the whole thing with milo and his mom and how they kept moving around, and then him and sweetheart moving into Their Own Place ... yeah.. the song itself is about the concept of home and your other person, and there’s a verse about cardboard boxes and moving and just. yeah :’) also, it’s established that milo is ALSO good with food. 

Asher/Babe Video Games by The Young Professionals (x) not the lana del rey (original) version because something about a male voice claiming to be in a sundress is just. very ash-core. i think the song itself is pretty self explanatory if you’ve seen his videos. video games are his number one comfort thing, and the first time he confessed his love was WHILE they were playing a halo game, and said playing was a big part of why he felt compelled to do it. like i said, self explanatory. 

Gavin/FL Say You Won’t Let Go by James Arthur (x) this ship was a tricky one to pin. ik, overused song, i KNOW. was initially gonna go for an arctic monkeys song but gav is so much deeper as a character than that kind of erotic tension. this decision is also influenced by imp!gavin. gavin even in the imperium universe is set on a future with the freelancer and it’s just AHHH it’s the “i’ll love you in every universe” thing + the purest love you can imagine, the kind that feels as easy as breathing despite both of their baggage, the kind that only grows with age. i have Thoughts about this ship man idk. can u tell gavin’s a fav :’)

Huxley/Damien Impossible by Nothing But Thieves (x)  i can just picture dames listening to this song on repeat for hours thinking of hux. idk if the album cover’s colours have tricked me into thinking the song is damien-coded, but it makes a lot of sense for these two, y’know? huxley handles hardships like it’s a breeze, even if it isn’t, and dames isn’t used to that level of optimism. he teaches damien to be vulnerable, and moreover that he can handle him being vulnerable, because that’s something i’m sure dames has an issue with. i just love them sm, especially hux. i would  really like a huxley hug 😔

Aaron/Smartass  Nerve by Destroy Boys (x) pretty obvious why. “you stride right in and you get on my nerves, but I won’t say I’m disturbed because I want you to” y’know? also the high-hats and cymbals with the guitar, that kinda high energy rock music just reminds me of their banter. put that over passive adoring lyrics and you’ve got these two idiots ^-^

tagging -> open tag!! idk enough of u and enough of u well enough to tag people :^) literally nobody’s coming to mind help

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #im too lazy to tag all these characters rn so ill leave it there #but yeah!!! i am 100% correct always. #tag games

[eddiemunsons-bestfriend]

Hey! I am writing an Eddie Munson x Steve harrington x original male character fic. It’s also a fix-it because I was absolutely devastated by vol. 2

The pov is of my original character, Quinn Mayfield. He is Max’s 19 year old brother who is back from college for the summer of ‘86. General good times ensue, with the occasional dealings of trauma from the past years. It’s slow burn, but flirting is very much there.

I haven’t posted it yet, but when I do it will be on ao3. Let me know if you’re interested in it!

#eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #fix it fic #eddie munson x oc #gay #everybody lives/nobody dies

[syndecretin]

Hello I can’t end things but here’s a short (very short) Jacob Frye x Male OC drabble thing

They're close enough that their breaths mingle between the drunken laughter and slurred witticisms. Jacob has never seen Fletcher smile this much before, and he's only noticing now how the corners of his eyes crinkle, how thick and dark his eyelashes are and how his good eye is the brightest shade of green he's ever seen. It reminds him of summer, of long, careless hours with the fresh grass tickling his skin and the clean air of the countryside. The other eye is milky white with tinges of blue and the scars trailing from it are still pink and shiny. Jacob's hand comes to rest on Fletcher's cheek. The other man freezes, but he doesn't pull away. He doesn't flinch. He just watches Jacob with thinly veiled interest. 

"I want to kill the bastard who did this to you," Jacob says. 

To his surprise, Fletcher actually leans into his hand. Through his glove Jacob can feel the heat of his skin, the raised flesh where the scars are, and he swallows thickly as Fletcher's hand presses over his own. 

"You don't have to," Fletcher says, "I already did that for you." 

Jacob breathes out a laugh, then stops altogether as Fletcher tilts his head to press a kiss to the palm of Jacob's hand. Jacob can feel his heart thudding hard against his chest, his blood singing in his veins from just the sight alone. He doesn't know what he wants to do. Fletcher seems to sense his hesitance and pulls away, but his hand still remains over Jacob's, lacing their fingers together in a comforting squeeze. 

"We're not just friends," Fletcher says, quiet enough that Jacob only barely hears it, "And you know it."

Jacob swallows thickly, his mouth suddenly feeling very dry. "You... You're about to ruin your good name you know. The proud, stoic Irish man who possesses an undying hatred for any and all British people for stealing your lands and your histor-" 

"And what about you, Sir Jacob Frye? You're about to kiss an immature chimpanzee," Fletcher says with a smirk, "But I find myself more than willing to work with your faults, if you'll work with mine." This last sentence is whispered against Jacob's lips.

"I find myself wondering just why you haven't kissed me yet," Jacob whispers back, and that's all the confirmation Fletcher needs before he leans forward, capturing Jacob's mouth with surprising ease. 

Jacob's only other kiss with a man had been with Roth, and that had been full of blood and teeth and the savagery that burned from within Roth. Kissing Fletcher is different. There's still the hard press of a man's lips to his and the scratch of stubble beneath his own, but Fletcher is slow and careful, laughing when their noses bump together and making pleasured sounds from deep within his throat. When they pull away Jacob's lips feel like they're trembling and swollen so he licks them, a shudder running down his back when he sees how Fletcher watches his tongue. Fletcher's own lips are shiny and pink. 

"I never noticed you had freckles before," Fletcher says, "You're a ridiculously beautiful man." 

Jacob snorts. "It's taken you this long to realize how stunningly attractive I am? I'd ask if you were blind but that's a low hanging branch." 

Fletcher playfully hits his arm. "You're such a bastard." But he's laughing again, lips pulled in a wide smile and Jacob just can't resist leaning in for a few more kisses.

#jacob frye #jacob frye x oc #jacob frye x male oc #assassin's creed #assassin's creed syndicate #oc #oc x canon #original male character #Original character #for context #Fletcher is an Irish immigrant assassin #victorian english people really did call the irish chimpanzees #Fletcher was also blinded by a knife getting lodged in his eye by the man #who also murdered his best friend #fletcher is also bisexual #but doesn't know that #he just knows that though he's loved women before he loves jacob now #and it doesn't matter that jacob is a man #thank you for reading this far #mod's oc: fletcher quinn