#an assult on the senses

[baby-prophet]

two door cinema club fighting with Indian trap fighting with the killers somewhere off in the distance #lovethemall

[luvyeni]

HIII!! You are my favorite tumblr writer right now I love your works and read all of them. I haven't seen alot of bangchan works so I wanted to request a bangchan smut (please don't judge for the kinks) with some spitting hair pulling corruption and praise (if that makes sense😭) I don't see a lot of shy reader so can you please and that the rest is up too you!

Btw do this is you are comfortable and remember to drink and eat today<3 :)

CURIOUS; BANG CHAN

pairings. boyfriend!chan x fem!reader

wc. 0.9k

warnings. corruption kink, hair pulling, spitting kink, oral (f. reader), unprotected sex, breeding kink, praise kink

thank you so much for reading my works , im so glad you like them <3 i hope you like this , i tried to add everything you wanted 💓!

chan finds something interesting on his computer and he confronts you on it.

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"does my pretty baby have secret she wants to share , has she been trying to explore?" chan held his laptop in his hand , sitting down next to your body which was laying down. "huh?" you tilted your head to the side , confused.

"what do you mean?" he smirked , showing you the computer , you sat up on your elbows reading it , and your blood ran cold, all the evidence from your earlier "research" staring right back at you. "naughty baby , what are you doing searching these kinds of things?"

you were curious , you didn't know much about sex , only from what chan was teaching you , but your friends were talking about different kinks that they've explored , and you hadn't heard of them , so you searched them up , regretting it now because you forgot to clear the history. "why are you so quite baby?"

your face was hot , you were too shy to voice things like this to chan , so you often let him guide you. "i..i w..was curious, my friends were talking about it , and i..i wanted to know what it was." you played with your fingers.

"and why didn't you come to me love , i would've told you." he put the laptop down , you frowned , feeling bad. "i..im sorry, i just wanted to figure it out myself." he brought his hand up to your cheek caressing it. "you don't need to do that okay, i'm here okay." you nodded , and he smiled kissing you , bit when he pulled away , his eyes were sharper , his pupils filled with lust.

"my naughty baby , i saw you have some favorites." his hand that was caressing your cheek , made it's way to your hair , tangling his fingers , tugging on it , you moaned , and he smiled. "you like that don't you?" you shyly nodded , biting your lip, chan groaned as his cock jumped in his shorts.

"fuck princess , you can't act all cute and shy while admitting you like it when i pull your hair." he roughly kissed you , pulling away , chuckling when you cutely chased his lips with a whine.

he climbed off the bed, taking his clothes off "be a good girl and get on your knees , ass in the air baby." you complied , he bent down flipping up your skirt , not to his surprise, you weren't wearing any panties.

"my naughty girl knows what i like , knows that i want her to be ready for me at all times ." he pushed his thumb against you soaking hole. "so wet." and what he did next had you about to cum untouched , he spit directly on your cunt. "c..chan." you moaned , you couldn't even cover your face , because you were supporting yourself up.

"you like that, when i spit on your cunt?" he used his fingers to spread the spit around your hole, pushing them into you. "look how wet your pussy has gotten just from me spitting on it, your soaking my fingers." he spat on it again , repeating his actions , thrusting his fingers in and out of you. "my baby has a spit kink too." he picked up his pace.

"chan f..fuck! " you moaned as he spreaded your folds, spitting directly on your hole, before diving right in , eating your cunt like a mad man. "c..chan o..oh my god!" you gave up trying to hold yourself up, your face hitting the pillow as he continued the assult on your cunt. "c..chan i..im gonna cum." you squealed as he hummed in approval.

"f..fuck!" you came all over his mouth. "fuck baby you made such a mess." his lips were glossed from spit and your cum. "gonna let me fuck this pretty pussy now , right?" you nodded and he sat on his knees , pushing his leaking cock against your ass , you wiggled your hip impatiently. "look at you princess , so ready for my cock." he pushed himself all the way in , sighing against your shoulders. "you feel so good." he kissed behind your earlobe.

he straightened his body , pulling out , fucking back into you. "so tight." he began to move. "like your pussy was made for me." his hips snapped against yours , reaching for your hair pulling it. "chan , fuck! f..feels s..so g..good!" you screamed , he groaned.

"mmh , fuck baby , you feel full?" you screamed yes , he pulled you up against his chest by your hair , you yelped as he forced your head back , kissing your lips. "open." you slowly opened your mouth , curious about what he was about to do. he gathered all the spit in his mouth , spitting into yours.

"good girl , now swallow." you swallowed , eyes rolling to the back of your head at the lewd action. he smirked pushing your face back against the pillow. "look at you , all fucked out. you gonna cum?" you were a drooling mess , weakly nodding. "go a head , cream my cock." he reached in front of you , rubbing your clit , your jaw falling slack as you came.

"t...there -shit- there you go, good girl." his knocked his head back as his abs began to flex, he fucked into your body a few more times , before cumming inside. "s..shit."

he pulled out watching the cum leak out of you. "you did so well." he turned you on your back. "did you like it?" you nodded. "i did." you were heavy breathing. "good, im glad you did." he helped you clean up , putting his shirt on your body.

"next time you're curious about anything baby let me know, okay?" you nodded. "i will."

"good i want to know every dirty thought that my precious angel is having in that pretty little head of hers"

©️LUVYENI

[joneejoestar]

Naoya Zen'in x Reader Minors DNI / 18+

Self indulgent because I need smuts to function, lmao

CEO Husband Naoya who would walk around in his grey sweatpants that hung too low, showing his happy trail, who would smirk and chuckle when he noticed you staring at him. He would walk up to you and place a kiss on your cheek and say, "No need to ogle at it, love. It's yours anyways."

CEO Husband Naoya who made sure to diligently check his messages at lunch to make sure he didnt miss any of your texts.

CEO Husband Naoya who almost choked on his meal when he saw your nudes and your dirty texts, asking him to fuck you up.

CEO Husband Naoya who then swore on his life that he'd breed you so well, you wouldn't walk for days and stuck to it when he came home later to find you in only his shirt prepping dinner.

"Whats the matter, sweetheart? Was is all a ruse to make me treat you like a whore?" He spoke utter filth to make you clench incredibly hard around him. It impressed him that you could wrap around him so tight even after all these orgasms he pulled out of you.

Your lack of response made Naoya halt his thrusts, and pull you by your hair, your back flushed against his chest. You swear, you felt electricity shoot through your body from the contact.

He smacks your clit hard, and you cry out, more tears spilling from your eyes. You squirm in his grip, but Naoya is stronger and holds you in place. Your whines and cries just fueled his ego, he was more than pleased to know his effects on you.

He places his veiny hand on your chin, tilting your head and speaking into your ear, "Answer me, slut. I don't know what you need unless you ask me like a good girl, right?"

You could feel his wicked smile and it only made you wetter. But you couldn’t think anymore. Your last orgasms had drained you not only of your energy and senses, but also your cerebral functioning to form a coherent sentence. So you muster your last drops of energy and plead, "Sir, please, I can't cum anymore, I can't, please."

He tsks, disappointed in you, "I didn't ask if you could cum or not, did I, baby? I asked you if you wanted to be treated like a whore. It's a simple question and I expect a simple answer."

He pulls out of you and turns you around, admiring your wet face.

Folding you in half, he thrusts his cock in in one swift go, and you scream.

"Let's try this again, okay? Just answer my question and we'll get going again."

And you cry in frustration because you know he won't stop his assult unless you respond to him, so you decide to agree, "Yes, sir. I want to be treated like a whore."

And Naoya starts to thrust in again at an insane pace, "Wasn't all that hard to admit it, was it?" He grunts.

You tried to push him away, trying your best to make him pull it out, because it was too much all at once. Your body was screaming in pain and pleasure, begging for a break.

But Naoya was anything but sweet in bed.

He held you still, a palm spread on your navel to hold you in place, feeling his dick in you, the bulge from his dick driving him insane.

With his other hand cupping your face, he said brushing his lips against your lips,

"Don't run away like a bitch. You're a grown woman, you should take responsibility for your actions. Come on, be a good girl for me, darling." He trailed hickeys from the back of your ear to your breasts.

He took a minute to admire your upper body crowded in hickeys, both old and new.

You pussy clamping hard around him, was his cue to cum.

Once you came together, Naoya plaed a gentle kiss to your forehead and then your lips.

"That's my good fucking girl."

[ystrike1]

My Righteous Older Brother - By Morie Satoshi (9/10)

Assault is not a laughing matter. It's not something that should be brushed off, ever. It's a crime that destroys what that person is. Yes, even the most charming perpetrator becomes worth less than dirt when they commit such a crime. Two victims of the same man meet, and they cover up his death to create a better life for themselves.

Rize loved her brother.

She hasn't seen him in two years.

He was her rock. The only member of her family that loved her. Her mother left to find a new man and love. Her father was a heartless man, who only cared about fleeting pleasures. Never his two children. Rize and her brother were left adrift, trying to survive during a messy divorce....where neither parent wanted either of them.

It's tough to think about, but there are parents in this world who start over. Fathers who forget about their children. Mothers who want to have better children. Monsters that will hurt unwanted children to get the perfect life they desire. Rize is alone now, but she trusts her brother. She knows he will return, because he loves her genuinely.

When she's not in school she's working.

There's a hot guy at work named Kairi.

He reminders her of her brother.

Her righteous, upstanding and sweet brother.

He's handsome and popular and charming.

He seeks her out for comfort and chatter, when they're alone, like her brother did.

Rize is pretty busy though. Her friend is a cop, and she's investigating her brothers disappearance.

He hasn't contacted her for too long.

Rize chats with Kairi. They become close. They fall in mutual love. They're awkward about it. Rize is still obsessed with finding her missing brother. They hug. They sleep next to each other. They're vulnerable and sweet as can be.....Rize finds his unhinged diary.

Kairi killed someone.

He feels guilty, but he didn’t turn himself in, and he wants Rize to believe in him.

She flips out. She tells him the sick truth, to hurt him. To destroy his growing love for her. Yes, she thought he was special. But, that was originally because he reminded her of her brother. Her feelings were abnormal. They came from a wrong and lonely place inside her.

Kairi tells her that her feelings are normal, and she's allowed to enjoying cuddling and closeness with people that aren't her brother.

Kairi explains.

He has a strong but twisted sense of justice. He was close to one of his teachers in high school. He admired her. His father also worked at the school. His father assaulted that teacher he admired. He tied her up while she was drunk.

That teacher begged for help. Kairi tried, but he was only a child. His family eventually disowned him and even that teacher, the woman he risked everything for, turned against him when he wasn't able to steal the evidence for her. For a legal case a child should have never, ever been involved in.

He dropped out of school.

That's how his perfect, handsome life ended. That's why he works at a convenience store with Rize.

When the truth is out Kairi tries to walk into the ocean.

He wants Rize to have her revenge, and he happy.

He knows she deserves it.

She says she loves him.

She thought about revenge, but there's no point.

Her rock. Her brother. The perfect man.

He never existed.

Kyoka is a victim of assult. She breaks the law to help her savior. Kairi did kill Rize's brother. It was wrong, but in the process he saved Kyoka's life.

Rize's beloved brother was going to assault her, beat her, and leave her for dead in the street.

When Kairi saved her his damaged and twisted sense of justice took over. Rize's brother was sort of his friend, but he didn’t hesitate. Rize's brother tried to convince him to become a criminal too. He was a serial rapist, and he also tried to sell the fun of it to Kairi. He said Kairi should have some too. He pointed at the bleeding girl on his bed, and told him to have fun.

Kairi lost it, to save that girl and to take revenge for himself. Giving Rize's brother a chance, a true friend, was a waste of time.

He was already gone.

Kyoka lies to the police for Kairi, and Rize. They all deserve to live happily, and the rapist who died did not. Kyoka took on the risk of lying to save her savior, because suffering more over a dead rapist went against her ideals.

Rize must face the painful truth. Her dad isn't coming back. Her mom started a new life without her, and her brother abandoned her to prey on women in the streets.

She doesn't have to wait any longer.

She's free to start a new life too.

.

By the way Kairi legally becomes her brother to hide from the cops, and they live happily ever after.

[wifeofsnowbaird]

You Can't, You Can't Catch me Now I'm coming like storm into your town

Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/

Masterlist

[Mentor!Coriolanus Snow x time-travel, hg-era, tribute!reader x toxic!Finnick Odair (in the Peacekeeper era)]

Warning: gore, blood, gun and knife violence, serious injury, death, physical assult, possibly non-con...as I said, maybe...

Summary: You are a rebel, the last chance of the rebellion against President Snow. You're told to go on one last mission to kill the man who massacred Panem. It took you years to understand your mission when you became [name] Lily Baird, starting from the age of five till before the reaping day of the 10th Hunger Games.

The day you began your plan to destroy President Snow before he became the villain he was meant to become.

'Both sisters, Lucy Gray and [Name] Lily Baird are a part of the Covey, and though they have been chosen as tribute for both District 12 and 9 because of our own mistakes, we hope they will stay safe.'

You knew about [Name] Lily Baird, named after her because your mother was inspired by her fiery personality and strength, but now you realize that you were transported to a time before the Baird sisters died, one of sickness and one because of Coriolanus Snow himself.

'I will kill you, President Coriolanus Snow.'

The reason you had volunteered to kill Snow was the debt your parents had owed him. They had cried and pleaded with the Peacekeepers to have some more time but they refused to react. Most District people had been forced into poverty and needed money and the Capitol granted them ways to gain some, but unfortunately, it was a loan that kept on growing. This started with President Snow’s reign and imposed slave labor on many of the people living in the poor Districts like 8, 9, 10, 11, and 12.

Your parents had died in those situations, your father being forced into the coal mines and your mother transported to District 8 to work on Peacekeeper uniforms. 

Both were killed by the very people they worked for. 

‘[Name]! Are you ok? The train was very harsh…’ A bright-eyed girl-Lucy Gray- bent over you to wake you up from your sleep. The sun shone through a slit in the ceiling, highlighting your bronze skin as you moved.

She grinned over to you while sitting on the floor, eyeing you as you moved. 

‘I loved your song, [Name] Lily, it was magical.’

You suddenly gasped, how did you…faint on stage?!

The small girl beside you nervously smiled before she extended a hand in your direction.

Lucy Gray motioned over to the extended hand and introduced you to her.

‘That’s Wovey from District 8, and I’m sure you know me!’ Her grin widened.

‘Of course I do, Lucy Gra-’

‘District 9 girl tribute, it’s time to meet your new mentor since Plinth’s son wanted your apparent sister, so your mentor is now Coriolanus Snow.’

Lucy Gray frowned, slight fear shining in her gaze. You bent your head to whisper in her ear a quote which should gift her strength.

‘Don't let them sense your fear or they will laugh with joy…’

And that is true defeat…

You had woken up in [Name] Lily Baird’s body 13 years ago, when the original [Name] Lily Baird was adopted by Lucy Gray's parents. It hadn’t taken you long to understand how to survive in the Covey after the...deaths...of your adoptive parents because you had lived in 12, the poorest District.

But you had never understood what happens in the Hunger Games besides the fact that most tributes wish they were dead.

‘Get out.’

A disgruntled Peacekeeper snatched you from the floor and pushed you toward a man with analyzing blue eyes. He smiled at you and offered a gorgeous white rose. 

‘So this is Coriolanus Snow…I take it back, Haymitch was right, he’s hot-no, focus, [Name]!

You grimaced at the rose and snatched it, scratching his hand lightly. His smile faltered a bit but once he noticed her flaming face his smile returned, brighter than before. 

‘So is this the only thing you do?’ You elaborated once you noticed his furrowed eyebrows. 

‘Bringing me roses, is that your only skill?’ He glanced at your hand gripping the rose before straightening to reply.

‘I’ll do my best to take care of you,’ You looked annoyed once you heard that and he noticed before you could even form a thought as if he wanted you to view him as a man worthy to be your mentor. ‘And I’ll make sure to keep you safe.’

You rolled your eyes before catching the movement of his hand gliding through the tresses of his platinum blond locks. 

‘I’m sure you will, Coriolanus Snow.’

Until I kill you.

‘Tigris,’ The blond-haired woman hummed, her adept fingers quickly stitching one of Grandma’am’s old shawls. ‘I think my tribute is in love with me.’

She paused, glancing at the blue-eyed man sitting beside her.

‘Why…why would you think that?’

‘She…trusts me, to keep her safe at least.’

Tigris chuckled, careful not to wake the Grandma’am at such late hours.

‘Do you want her to be in love with you? Because it seems like you have an infatuation with the singer.’

He focused on the scratch she’d marked him with.

‘Maybe…”

[corvidcrossbow]

➳ 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐝 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐛𝐨𝐰 🪶🏹

Hey y'all welcome to the absolute dumpsterfire of my brainrot (blog), you can call me Corvid or Harbinger

Ima lover of all things Norman Reedus, n obviously TWD + Daryl Dixon. I also really like crows, and Qrow Branwen from RWBY – hence my user

Below is my masterlist that I'll update w/ time, then more about me, idk I just gotta break the tumblr ice 🗿 I lurked on here for way too long

(Fair warning my ass does NOT know how to use tumblr I suck at this shit)

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♡ = Sweet ♧ = Angsty ♤ = Smutty

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𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐃𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧 ♡

➳ Drabbles:

Daryl w/ Hazey by GA ♧

Mother's Day ♡ ♤

Purring ♡ ♤

Hip Bones ♤

Lazy Morning Sex ♤

Daryl Likes Puzzles ♡ ♧

Falling Asleep in Sex ♡ ♤

➳ Short Stories:

I Like It Long ♤

Double The Fangs, Double The Fun ♤ (vamp + Scud)

Daddy's Little Dhampir ♡ ♧

Intruders ♡ ♤

Total Eclipse Of The Heart ♡

𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐡 "𝐒𝐜𝐮𝐝" 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐫 ♡

➳ Drabbles:

Scud's a Nerd ♡

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➳ I'm kinda a beginner writer (?), I've been doing creative writing for ages + fanfics for myself, this is just my first time posting n stuff

➳ I tend to write in the middle of the night too, n I mostly write reader dialogue the way I talk (which according to everyone I know I have an odd dialect), so if things in my fics ever don't make sense/ sound weird that's why 😭

➳ This'll center around Daryl/Norman because he lives in my psyche and I love him

➳ Ima chronic overuser of the 😭, 🙏, 🗿 and ‼️ emojis

➳ Most my works will be x fem!reader, but I try to keep physical descriptions more neutral & limit the use of y/n (cuz all Norm. chars. are nickname linguists). I'm also open to writing for anyone!

➳ Hardcore switch Daryl truther ‼️

➳ I will NOT write:

Abuse of any sort (unless it's something from the past/ apart of a trauma healing thing – essentially I won't write char. abusing reader, or vice versa)

Rape/SA (same as abuse, possibly if it's in past/ apart of something specific. I will not write char. raping or assulting reader, or vice versa)

Overly large age gaps, DDLG/MDLB, age play, weird innocence stuff, smut stuff with underage characters, etc.

Incest and mommy/daddy kinks that veer into incestuous behavior

Certain other kinks, fetishes n whatnot (If there's ever reqs for something I'm not comfortable writing, I'll mention so)

➳ But otherwise, I'd do most anything with that man and will hear you out – and I'm open to requests ‼️ (currently just for Daryl & Scud cuz they've fried my brain BAD)

➳ Feel free to send me inboxes about whatever other junk too! Like just chatty stuff

➳ (I also don't have any plans on writing char x char fics, partly cuz I don't wanna get into shipping wars as a veteran and survivor of the RWBY fanbase, but also it's just not my focus)

➳ Frankly I'd just love to engage with y'all on here, so many of you are so talented n I love your works 🫶

[dannyphantom-justiceleauge]

The Fenton's powering the town via a portal to all times and dimensions is underused for eldritch town purposes. What if Sam's parents got replaced by a relative from the 60s and no one remembered? What about traits changing and no one commenting? People moving away only to have never considered moving a week later? And maybe only Danny and other ghosts notice.

This itches part of my brain in a good way. It also makes me think of nightvale and gravity falls as similar eldritch areas/hubs for the weird.

I've seen plenty if scenarios where amity is weird because of ambient ectoplasm leaking from the portal. Connecting ectoplasm to the power grid is just gonna speed that leak up. Pair this with amity canonically surviving both an apocalypse (via dan) and a trip to the zone (via pariah dark) due to the advanced ghost sheild it has. And mix in the headcannon the the giw pulled a massive coverup and basically wiped amity off the map and prevents people from contacting the outside world with tech. Maybe run with the amity is hard to find or leave due to dimension/ghost/magic. And we have a lovely little horror town.

Amity park, a place that is entirely paranormal, out of time, and technologically independent. A place that can survive virtually anything with its sheilds. A place where ghosts attack so regularly that the school has drills on how to react. A place that's been attacked by multiple gods in a short period of time. A place where the weatherman reports ghost attacks and if a specific person is going to be driving that day. (Asside the amount of visable crimes we see jack do, not just in driving but osha violations, assult, and property damage is making me wonder if he has some sort of diplomatic immunity. Why is he not in jail?)

The point is amity is absolutely a place where if you're driving late at night and your car breaks down, you find that you're not in kansas anymore. They have immaculately created an environment that sets of 'somethings not right here' vibes. And thats without looking at the physical effects of having an interdementional portal running the city's energy grid, the actual ghost attacks and the weird shit from that. I like to imagine that after undergrowths attack there are still parts of the city that haven't been reclaimed from plant hell. Gravity probably doesn't work right consistently. There's just pools of ectoplasm around from fights and there's a chance that if you poke those pools with a stick, the pool will come alive. There is a cooked turkey living in the alleys and gathering an army of living hot dogs. The teenagers all have been trained to fight and use weapons. There's a military presence trying to hush things up and attacking civilians.

Amity has so fully embraced being weird! i need more stories of normal people, or outside heroes, recognizing that this place is messed up and basically feeling like they're in a horror movie. Meanwhile everyone in amity is perfectly polite and adjusted to the weird. Crime is at an all time low, reparing property damage has been reduced down to a science, and a little common sense can get you out of most situations. All else fails just wait for Phantom.

Anything can be normal if you live in it long enough. But that doesn't mean the unprepared aren't right to be afraid

- hestia

[a-simply-simping-simp]

Guess who's still crying about Beast? Me! I watched the movie and read the beggining and end of the light novel because I got lazy. Not expecting the end in the movie though. Spoiler drawing ahead and comments btw

Made me so sad. I was going to rant in another post, but I might as well do it here.

So, number one, the sugar cube scene was so adorable I literally cried. I mean it. Like I LITERALLY sobbed.

Number 2, Oda WHYYYYYYYY?! I'M LITERALLY CRYING WHILE TYPING WRITE NOW THINKING ABOUT IT. YOU ARE FRIENDS, YOU ARE, PLEASEEEE. DAZAI'S FACE WHEN HE PULLED THE GUN OUT IN THE BAR AND TOLD HIM NOT TO CALL HIM ODASAKU WAS LIKE A SLAP TO THE FACE.

Number 3, When at the end of the movie, Fyoder was being a little rat and messed everything up, I wanted to vomit out of an array of emotions. I was confused, sad, angry, and just so dang overwhelmed. Like I was ugly crying five seconds ago cuz of Dazai and then this SEWER RAT came and made me confused. I'll get into him in anothe post.

Number 4, In the movie, when Dazai stabbed his leg to show Chuuya his commitment and how much he deserves his trust didn't make sense when I saw it, however, after I recently read the book and watched the play Julius Ceaser, I was like OOOOOOOOH. Dazai immitating Portia and Chuuya Brutus made me just sooo....wow.

Number 5, When it turned out that MORI was the new director I just- absolutley NOT. Do NOT put a pedophile in his perfect Utopia, Dazai WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?! Also, I thought he killed him the whole time. Just think about it. A pedophile in an orphanage. You know how if you're being sexually assulted or something, you're supposed to tell a trusted adult like a parentor a teacher? THESE KIDS HAVE NO PARENTS.

Number 6, Chuuya being locked up in that poor governemnt facility broke my heart. Just think about how many people are going to die? Like there is no way Chuuya Nakahara is going to succumb to a bunch of itsy bitsy chains. He' breaking out and killing everyone in there and then the agency. Convince me otherwise.

Number 7, I can't. I'll make an entirely seperate post for Chuuya too, but can we just talk for a second? He went crazy because Dazai committed suicide. He went on a whole rampage and it took 3 special ability resistance units to take him down. This is what happens when there is no Dazai when he uses corruption. But the REASON he went into corruption was just...wow. I always knew they had a complicated relationship but at the same time it was just so simple. Like, they hate eachother, but they also don't. They don't like eachother, but it's not like they don't either. It's not like they complete one another, but it's like one soul in two bodies. They're so simply complicated that if you asked me what their relation was, I'd just say, they're complications. Because in reality, their relationship is just so unexplainable. You need to see it to understand it. There are lovers, enemys, frenemies, friends, siblings, etc, but they fit into literally no category but they aren't strangers either. This is getting too long, so I'll make a different post about that.

Number 8, Chuuya pleaseeee don'ttttt. There is no need to attack the agency, my guy. He wants to avenge Dazai's death, but what is there to avenge? Dazai did suicide. He wasn't killed. Chuuya was so upset that he wanted to kill all the agency. I just....can't. It's kind of sad. This is also going to be really long if I go on, so I'll make another post about this topic.

Number 9, the way Chuuya just really couldn't understand made me wanna bang my head on the wall in tears. He truly couldn't think of why Dazai did it. He was kind of alright one second and then dead the next. The entire time, you can tell how little Chuuya was incorporated into the script he wrote. The ending for each one was different as the movie had him go insane and be put under governemnt care, while the light novel just left him to do his own thing. However, in both you can see that neither of them ever knew what was going on. Dazai never gave him a reason to why he killed himself. Everyone else seems to be going on like nothing happened or at least as if they know what happened and came to terms with it, but then he knows nothing. He was his bodyguard and right hand man and yet NOTHING. I'll get back to this in another post lol. TvT

So yeah. I cried a lot.

[laylawatermelon]

Please please read this and give it some love but I had an inkling of this feeling but never mentioned it cause I thought it was absurd.

Basically its a tweet of a reddit post (inception ik) basically of how Tim is basically rewriting the characters back to the way they were.

More below 👇🏾

Everyone's been mentioning how the characters have been more in character and the actors are happy and that makes sense.

He's been making them more in character than they ever were.

And with the Buddie situation (yes not everything is about them but i am a buddie fan who happened to find and grow to love this show because of it) it makes the most sense.

Now that Oliver mentioned the love story and everyone assumed it was the shooting and being in live it made the most sense.

Who else was he going to be falling in love woth at the time? It surely wasn't Taylor. Their romantic relationship was always doomed to fail and it was a great friendship they had (ehhh sideye for Bobby situation and Jonah eventually) that lasted if they weren't too persnally involved in each others lives.

She'd have been a perfect friend for him to gossip about the drama at the 118 (not work cause you know she'd make a story). That relationship wasn't going to work. He's too honest and she's too opportunisic.

If it hadn't been Jonah it'd be something else and he'd feel the same sense of betrayal (also Buck kissing Lucy was betrayal but that also felt a lil like assult cause she got him reallllly drunk and if the roles were reversed people wouldn't be that enthusiastic about it).

The only other love story that's been written logically as a will they won't they tragic and emotionally complex story is Buck and Eddie's.

Season 2 he replaced his love intrest! Like come on!

But in all seriousness, the Ana breakup and ll the vague dollow your heart is basically being rehashed.

I remember someone mentioning that Marisol is just another Ana (whoever you are if you see this send me hit I'll put it in here) and that's actually true.

Yay Marisol no last name haters your time has arrived cause it's official she's done!

There's no worry because we're getting a conclusion on the fact that was supposed to happen years ago.

She's not a permanent structure.

This storyline can go two ways.

One Buddie confirmed season 8.

Or two, Eddie realizes what his family could look like and its a single parent home with a support system from work (and Buck but we're gonna just gloss over that for now).

Meta linked above I just talked about Eddie and its coming to fruition (hire me abc im getting better at screenwriting!).

For the first one it's juicy storytelling.

For the other it makes sense as development for Eddie becoming comfortable with himself apart from his identity as a husband/widower, son, Catholic, and father.

He'll learn to bebhimself which he hadn't had the opportunity to do as he had fell into adulthood with his kid and then added on having a child with a disability that needs a lot of monetary support he ended up losing the chance to figure out who he is without all of that.

Even if it's not romantic (😔) it's great for him to realize he doesn't really need to be with anyone or fulfill a role he's not ready or willing to fill due to duty.

He can just be a father and work it iut that way.

Chris only wants his dad happy and I sense he knows his dad isn't happy at times or even worse he's not happy but is pretending so that his dad can be happy as he feels he has to give him that space/approval.

Chris is getting a storyline and he's always been observant so he'll most likely either explode in his feelings and tell his dad or tell him in a misunderstanding (he is getting to be a moody teen after all it's not going to be an adult reaction).

He's been close to death, heard his dad lose it and loat his mom. He's more mature than people give him credit for but the story hadn't included him much recently so we'll just have to see.

[supernova-17]

Like a fly in a Web

Yan! Male! Bailey x AFAB! Reader

CW: non-con, attempted sexual assult (not Bailey, at first), controlling behaviors, possessiveness and age gap

Cockwarming, male masturbation, metions of spanking and flogging

Whether it’s an image of you laughing with that other pathetic whelp (Robin, he thinks his name might be) or whether it's the sound of you sobbing your eyes out in your room after a particularly rough day, he just can’t get you out of his mind. And it pisses him off more than anything.

You’re a sweet little thing, soft, skittish, shy.

You never cause trouble for anyone, you’re always the first to offer someone help and you do your best to encourage others, even if they don’t deserve it.

It’s honestly disgusting, but Bailey doesn’t really mind your mannerisms all that much.

As long as you pay on time, why should he care? You’re good enough with following rules and you never back talk, something refreshing when dealing with the other brats that he hosts, after all.

In fact, if anything, you should go completely unnoticed to him.

And yet.

And yet.

Somehow, someway, he just can’t get your image out of his mind.

Whether it’s an image of you laughing with that other pathetic whelp (Robin, he thinks his name might be) or whether it's the sound of you sobbing your eyes out in your room after a particularly rough day, he just can’t get you out of his mind.

And it pisses him off more than anything.

So at first he tries to ignore it, to try and focus on something else, anything else, but it proves a fruitless endeavor after he finds himself having to chase an intruder out of your room, and the sight of your partially undressed form and your tear filled eyes are seared into his brain.

So much so that he finds himself having to relieve himself at his office desk, imagining himself as the perpetrator, pressing his body against your shaking and sobbing one, only this time there would be no one there to save you.

And when he finishes, instead of feeling the sense of dread and horror that he usually does, he finds that almost all of the guilt he usually has has dissipated with the frequency at which he fantasizes.

Still, at the end of the day, they’re just fantasies, he knows deep down that he would never act on them.

At least until he finds you planning to leave.

You think you’re so slick, so smart don’t you? Thinking that your debt is almost paid off, thinking that you’ll just leave town? Thinking that you'll just leave him?

But poor you, you don’t even realize that your room doesn’t even have a lock, that anything you try and attempt to plan out that he’ll already know completely about, that he can easily get any number of your fellow orphans to spy on you with just a small incentive of lowering their debt.

And suddenly you’re near tears in front of him as he explains to you that your debt is being raised again, to an exorbitant amount that you couldn’t possibly manage to pay him by the end of the week.

And you, poor sweet foolish you, for the first time ever, raise your voice against him, asking him why this is happening, how this could take place?

But that’s not his problem is it? He’ll sneer at you, you can find a way, maybe this time you can actually sell your body (although the thought of anyone else touching you makes him strangely uncomfortable), but you persevere, asking him if there’s anything else you can do.

And for the first time, Bailey decides to be generous towards you, there is a way, in fact, that you can pay him back, it just might be the only way in fact.

And that’s how you find yourself in his office, your face covered in tears and a bright red flush as he has you sitting ever so pretty on his lap, your soft folds enveloping his cock as he slowly rocks into you, letting out a cruel chuckle as you sniffle and sob into his shoulder.

Poor you, you probably thought that your first time would have gone to Robin, didn’t you? You could have hardly predicted that your pretty pussy would be absolutely ruined by the creepy old orphanage director did you?

But you should be glad, after all he’s holding back from how he’d usually go through the motions, you should be glad that he hasn’t even tried to spank you yet, much less flog you, but he supposes he has all the time in the world now to experiment now that he has his hands on you.

After all, there’s nowhere you can go now that he’s got you completely tied down to him, is there?

[rosaryrradical]

So I'm rewatching season one, and something I had completely forgotten about happens. Sang-won calls Yi-kyung while she's fighting the spider monster.

Thanks to season 2 we know Sang-won's timeline goes;

Working as a scientist on the monster project.

Shows symptoms, volunteers for study.

Is tortured horrifically during "study", his fiancée is told he's dead.

Escapes the lab in the body of another scientist.

Gets with a group in a church, kills all of them.

Is found by the Shin Jung-seop gang, comes to green roof.

So timeline wise it only makes sense for him to call directly after his escape. He gets access to a body and a phone and immediately calls the woman he loves.....but then goes on to just start killing everyone with a care. Seemingly without giving a crap about Yi-kyung ever again. What happened?

Like season two has he directly finding her next to his own (original) body, passed out and suffering and he just walks away....

I really hope we get more (read ANY) interact between them in the final season.

Also in season one he stops Ji-su getting assulted, but is fine with torture and killing, what is his deal?!?

Please share you thoughts on this and his whole character, I need answers! XD

@mochacake2016 @ettume @quack-quack-snacks @bre99 @westrangecollectionkoalaposts @crybabysbakery @bitchofdarkness

[ibrithir-was-here]

oooh and it is easier for Jonathan to see Mina's features on Quincey, because she's early 20s, like Quincey is now.

Yes!! I actually almost had Jonathan see Mina in the Brides Battle scene for this reason, but decided it made more sense for him to remember his own assult at their hands in the heat of the moment, and to keep the Mina comparison for a softer one

[earako]

Ughhh okay this idea won't leave, short form for now may expand on it later

-/-

It wasn't fair.

"Ambrosius..."

It just wasn't fair.

"Love, you're being dramatic."

"You're not being dramatic enough," Ambrosius shot back, aiming a totally-not-a-pout at his -totally-not-laughing-at-him boyfriend. His not-pout deepened at Ballister trying and failing to calm down his snorting laughter

"It's really not that serious," Ballister managed to finally get out through his laughter. Ambrosius shook his head at him.

"It is that serious, Bal! This is is like, a right of passage for couples!" Ambrosius exclaimed, almost slapping Ballister with his own hoodie sleeve.

Although Ballister was the slightly shorter one of the pair his clothing was always just a little bit oversized on Ambrosius. Not enough for Ambrosius to look like he was swimming in Ballister's hoodies, just enough to look baggy on Ambrosius' frame.

He loved wearing Ballister's hoodie, of course it could never beat the real thing, but during the few days or nights were duties [a.k.a rebuilding an entire bloody society] kept them apart Ballister's hoodie felt like a warm embrace and smelled of home.

To put it in less poetic terms, wearing Ballister's clothing made Ambrosius feel safe and loved.

And he wanted to do the same with Ballister.

Too bad Ambrosius shoulders said no.

Now, Ambrosius was aware that Ballister was more broad shouldered than he was, but he figured his hoodies could stretch and they tended to sit pretty loosely on him. So when Ballister relinquished on of his hoodies to Ambrosius Ambrosius took off his own hoodie and offered it to Ballister.

It didn't fit.

It couldn't even get over Ballister's shoulders.

Ballister of course, shrugged it off, but to Ambrosius this was the height of unfairness and, "Stop laughing, Ballister!" Ambrosius said, pulling his giggling boyfriend into his arms and beginning to pepper his face in kisses. "You wanna laugh? Fine, I'll give you a reason to laugh!" Ballister shrieked in glee as he was lovingly assulted with kisses all over his face, nose, neck, hands.

"What's gotten into you today?" Ballister asked though breathless giggles. Ambrosius managed to answer him through his little kiss attack.

"You always let me steal your hoodies. You also deserve the boyfriend hoodie experience."

"Am- lover it's not your fault I have big ass shoulders."

"Still wanna see in my hoodie," Ambrosius pouted into a kiss he placed on the hollow of Ballister's neck. He felt a puff of air above him, most likely Ballister sighing.

"If it means that much to you, you ridiculous man, we can figure something out. Does seeing me in your clothes mean that much to you?"

"Immensely."

"Alright then."

The next day the couple went rifling through Ambrosius closet, surely there had to be something large enough to fit Ballister.

After what felt like hours of digging Ambrosius finally found an old, stretched out, oversized sweater he used in his teen years. Back then when Ambrosius was feeling lazy in the winter months he'd just throw on two or three sweaters instead of trying to move around in his bulky winter coat.

He looked at the sweater, then at Ballister. He grabbed his boyfriend's ankle and dragged him over, earning a yelp and a startled "AMBROSIUS!"

Without a word, and really just Ballister being an indulgent boyfriend, Ambrosius bundled Ballister into his old sweater.

He sat back to admire his handiwork.

It fit over Ballister's shoulders alright. It actually managed to look baggy on him, the sleeves entirely covered Ballister's hands and if he were standing Ambrosius imagined the hem would fall to maybe just past Ballister's mid thigh.

Suddenly, those t.v shows and movies his classmates watched where the boyfriend would just stare at his girlfriend wearing his shirt made sense.

The baggy sweater combined with Ballister's doe eyes and the blush on his face...

"Adorable." Ballister's blush deepened. "You're biased-hey!" Another shriek emerged from Ballister as Ambrosius dove to cuddle his boyfriend nuzzling his face into his lovers chest.

"Adorable, Bal. So cute. So pretty. Love you."

"Not another kiss attack!" Ballister groaned though he only laughed and reached up to hug Ambrosius closer to him.

Through the numerous kisses Ambrosius was littering him with, Ballister finally managed to ask, "So...we fair on the boyfriend hoodie thing?" Ambrosius paused in his kisses and stared down at Ballister with a cheeky grin.

"Nope!"

"Wait what-"

"Need to buy some over sized hoodies, gonna wear em for a week then put them on you!"

"Am- you are a ridiculous, silly man do you know that?" Ambrosius leaned up to place a kiss on Ballister's nose.

"I'm -you're- ridiculous, silly man."

[artemisia-black]

So I watched the Fantastic Beasts movies thorough as one ‘story’ as opposed to going years between instalments. And being in the comfort of my own home and pausing to pop the kettle on allowed me to pause and digest what I was watching.

I actually think the first movie is watchable albeit at times forgettable.

The second is when it goes off the rails mainly by how it repeated brutalises Women of Colour. I have a meta about how fucked it is that Nagini is a woman and is then kept as a pet by Voldemort. Cut for talk of sexual assult and rape.

The storyline that Lestrange (a white man) forced a Black women into marriage, brutalised her, left her to die in childbirth and then ‘replaced’ her. Serves no narrative purpose and literally makes no sense. How did anyone allow it to happen if she’s also a well connected pureblood? Where were the aurors? That whole storyline makes no sense unless it is just there to use the suffering of WoC as plot motivation. Leta dying to save the Scamanders is this nonsense repackaged within the same film.

Talking of cohersion we are supposed to root for Queenie and Jacob after she puts him under a love spell. She then joins the person who wants to rule muggles because she thinks he will allow her to finally marry Jacob.. Girl what???

Fundamentally FB doesn’t know if it’s a children’s film or if it’s for adults so it falls flat on both the whimsy and magic for children and the politicking for adults.

Why is Grindelwald’s campaign about taking over the muggles when less than 20 years later Voldemort’s is the same thing? It should be different and far more nuanced if they wanted to appeal to adults.

Also Grindelwald and Voldy both having similar ideas means that Dumbledore’s ideas laid the foundation for both wizarding wars?

[confessmau]

I have trouble explaining to people why I so throughly hate Ghost in general because it’s just. She sa’d someone and no one gave a shit when Zane said anything and I physically cannot get past that, as dumb as that is considering it’s just jess’s shit writing again.

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(mod thoughts below

AGREED!! anon they fucked that up so bad

i can see the ambition behind the ghost plot, especially in a series primarily focused on relationships, but it's resolved in such a gross way im honestly shocked that no one really brought it up before, like, last year.

imo i think the initial set up was pretty well done and does make sense? we always see ghost and zane's interactions before any character conflict, so there's no question about the objective truth. lucinda directly states that kim was possesed several episodes BEFORE ghost assults zane, and the scene is played dead straight. garroth, aaron, and aph's reactions, while supremely shitty make sense considering how they've previously treated zane in past seasons, and all three of them have had a history of assuming zane's overreacting over nothing; garroth spent the 3.5 side stories being a huge dick (picking apart zane's appearance during the weird excercise saga, belitting his interests, and straight up starts using zane's name as a verb to call out laur for overreacting) and laughs at the idea that anyone would like zane enough to sa him. aaron tries to use facts and logic to get zane to admit he's wrong like he did in the sick day ep. aph spent several episodes trying to teach zane "social lessons", and assumes that he's making a social failure and yells at him for it, later pulling him in the hall to correct him. garroth later has a sad eyes serious scene where he realizes that zane was telling the truth and he seriously fucked up.

jesson just forgot to, like, have anyone apologize for their actions....or address it in any meaningful way ever again.

the only time ghost ever gets confronted aboht the her actions is in s5, AFTER she's already escalated to attempting to actually kill kc. however, instead of focusing on her refusal to respect zane's boundaries or even her recent violent streak, it's about kim.

specifically about how kim is uncomfortable with ghost using her body to harrass zane because kim "doesn't want people to think she's into zane because she doesn't find zane attractive".

which is the exact justification garroth had for making fun of zane for being sa'd.

supremely nasty jesson thanks.

[californiadreaminginpink]

Use me

Gator Tillman x OC

Word count: 6565

18+ Minor's do not interact.

CW: Slow burn, future smut, swearing, violence, assult, smoking, drinking, Roy being roy. Don't know if i've missed anything?

A/N: I'm new, be nice!

Summary: A new criminal family has moved to Stark County, opening possibilities up for Roy Tillman, but only if his son can focus, which is difficult when he is intoxicated by the daughter of said family.

Part 1 - Diners and Dinner

This is a true story. The events depicted took place in Minnesota in 2018. At the request of the survivors, the names have been changed. Out of respect for the dead, the rest has been told exactly as it occurred.

“I just don’t see why I need to be there s’all,” Gator mumbled as he kicked a stone haphazardly under a nearby aging car in the lot with a heavy boot. He looked up at his surrounds, the sun hitting his eyes in a way that made him squint. The town was as quiet, as usual, nothing ever happened here. Gator resented that fact. He longed for the action he’d seen in movies growing up, for any opportunity to prove to his father he was worth something more than a glorified neighbourhood watch member.

“Because I said so son.” Roy Tillmans voice reverberated through the phone with a firm tone.

Testing his luck one final time, Gator took another hit of his nauseatingly fruity vape, which crackled before he let out a smoky breath. “Well I made plans for tonight, it’s kinda last minute to cancel don’t you think?”

“You’ll cancel whatever plans you have with your newest piece of skirt and you’ll be here ready for dinner at seven o’clock, you hear? And loose the fucking vape.”

Gator bit his cheek in annoyance, “yeah I hear ya.” He grumbled before hanging up, his finger ramming harshly against the red end call button with all of his built-up frustrations. His boot met with the tire of the car in a firm blow before he ran his hand through his hair in an attempt to regain some composure.

He looked back through the windows of the diner, the frames of which were flaking with old paint and in desperate need of a re-fresh, to see the men he’d been keeping company with, tormenting a new waitress as she tried to serve them. Poor thing didn’t know what she’d let herself in for, choosing stark county to settle in, he mused for a moment before focusing once more on his phone.

Gon be late tonight, wait up for me. Send.

With a final hit on his vape he trudged back to the diner, spitting to his side to clear his throat. Wishing his coffee to still be warm so he can shake the cold from the biting breeze he’d been standing in, he once again pushed through the brittle frame of the door. The bell above chimed as he entered and caught the attention of the men in the booth he’d left 5 minutes earlier.

His phone vibrated in his hand and he looked down to see the message flash on the screen.

RUBY: Boooo. You suck Tillman.

He sighed under his breath before placing his phone back in his pocket.

“All good Gator?” One of his associates asked, bringing his attention back to the booth.

“Yeah just family business s’all,” he slumped back down on the padded seat before testing the remnants of his coffee. “S’fucking cold,” he hissed.

Dan, who sat across from Gator, whistled sharply in the direction of the counter, “More coffee over here darlin’, none of that decaf shit!” He called over loudly bringing several rolling sets of eyes over to their direction. A devilish grin spread on his features. He was an overbearing man, large in every sense of the world with an attitude that dripped in entitlement. “Any excuse to get that little piece over here again.” With a few cheap smirks earned from his peers he turned to watch as the fresh pot was bought over. Gator was too lost in his own thoughts to acknowledge is friends’ attempt for approval from him. What could be so important his dad needed him back for a dinner? His phone vibrated once more and he retrieved it from his pocket to see another message.

RUBY: Don’t keep me waiting too long…

As he read the message another followed; an attachment of the attractive young woman in a red lingerie set, lounging across a barely made bed. He licked his bottom lip, frustration building in him. He hated when she teased him like this and she knew it. He’d make sure she wouldn’t get away with it later, that was for sure.

 He was bought back into the room by the rich smell of fresh coffee being poured into the cup in front of him, quickly locking his phone once more. As his eyes looked back up they were met first with a name badge, Rose. And then with the soft, slightly exasperated features of the young woman. For a moment her eyes met his with a slight quirk of an eyebrow. Had she seen is phone? He never had been subtle. He didn’t think he needed to be, he was after all, the prince of stark county. She was new, he reminded himself, she’d learn who he was soon enough.

“Anything else I can get you boys?” The mousy girl asked, refusing eye contact with any of the rest of them, already starting to turn in an attempt to get away sooner.

“How bout a number?” Dan practically growled through a wide smirk, this time he knew Gator was watching.

“My daddy always told be never to give my number to strangers,” She said in a surprisingly confident manor, patronising smile growing across her face. She really did have a lot to learn, Gator thought.

Quicker than a whip Dan clasped onto her small wrist with a vice like grip. “And did your daddy teach you not to be a little bitch?” He spat through clenched teeth, his eyes flashing a black that Gator was all to familiar with. He wasn’t in the mood for this.

“Dan-“ Gator started warningly, “I think your break is about over no?”

Dan’s eyes flitted over to Gator and the tense silence of the room enveloped them. Suddenly he became very aware that every pair of eyes in the room were on them in that small booth.

“Goes for all ya,” Gator added lazily to the other occupants of the booth, choosing not to give the patrons of the diner the time of day. If he couldn’t have a good time today, neither could his friends. He wanted nothing more than for the day to hurry up and finish so he could get to Ruby, remind her who was in charge in their dynamic. He shifted awkwardly where he sat before standing with a lazy stretch, tossing a couple of dollars onto the table.

“Boss.” Dan nodded curtly and the group collected their belongings to leave. Dan reached into his jeans pocket to pull out a wallet and flung down the money owed for the lunch, next to the mess of his half-eaten sandwich, before making a move for the door. As he moved past the young woman he tugged a business card from his wallet, Stark County Sheriffs Department, and shoved it roughly into the pocket of her apron. “You’ll call me wont ya darlin’?” he smirked before his hand met with her bum in a sharp smack, eliciting a small yelp. Gator rolled his eyes as his colleagues laughed whilst they left with a jungle of the sad old bell on top of the door, bundling back into their police cruisers. He followed behind them, boots heavy, sucking once more on his vape, leaving the fruity scent of it from the booth to the door.

“No tip. Typical.” Hayley, the older waitress on shift sighed as she looked over Rose’s shoulder towards the mess of half eaten sandwiches and spilt coffee, her voice heavy with the exhaustion she clearly frequently felt towards the young men that had just left. “You okay darlin’?” She asked with a hint of genuine concern.

“I’m fine. Met worse if you’d believe it.” Her response was met with a scoff from Haley before she helped to clear the booth.

“Hon, if that’s true, I hope to God I don’t cross paths with them.”

-

“you gon tell me what this is about then or?” Gator asked, scratching at his neck, his wool blend cheque shirt causing him a reaction along his collar bone. He moved further into the kitchen, his usual heavy military boots now swapped for worn brown leather ones. The warm smell coming from the stove beckoned him closer as he nosed his way towards the pots that were bubbling away. He reached for the wooden spoon sitting in the sauce but felt a sharp sting as Karen slapped his wrist, scowling at him. He returned the look with equal venom muttering barely a whisper, “fuckin’ bitch.”  

“Less of your damn attitude Gator.” Roy demanded from his seat at the centre counter. He’d been nursing a tumbler of sweet whiskey and taking regular puffs from a large cigar. He leaned back in the chair, not gracing Gator with a look in his direction as he pulled up a chair a little across from him. Roy took his time balancing the cigar in the nearby ashtray and swirling the remaining amber liquid in his glass before consuming it with ease and placing the tumbler back on the counter.

“Sorry I just-” Gator mumbled in frustration, unable to wait for his father to speak again. The silence filled the room in an uncomfortable way, leaving him fidgeting and on edge.

“It’s business son.” Roy drawled, finally looking towards his son. He didn’t want to waste energy on someone he deemed to be such a waste, but he knew Gator would never let up. He reminded him of his mother in that way. Roy bit the inside of his mouth in annoyance at the thought.

“In the family home? That’s-“ Gator started with an impertinent frown of confusion on his face. God Roy though he was an idiot, a fool.

“Personal?” He finished Gator’s sentence for him, not trusting him to find the words. “Well it is personal.” He finished before seeing the confusion and irritation spread over his son’s features. He sighed knowing he’d have to explain eventually so he may as well now. “There’s some people moved to town recently, people who I think we could build a mutually beneficial relationship with.” Gator slowly nodded starting to understand, though still not fully.

“Alright,” he leant in further, eager to know more now that his father was letting him in on some of his other business, not just policing. Maybe this would be his chance to prove himself to his father. “What kind of business we talking? Guns? Drugs? – Women?” He listed curiously.

Roy paused, catching Karen watching the conversation intently out of the corner of his eye. He turned slowly to give her his full attention before wordlessly motioning his head to the door. Without hesitation Karen quickly set the stove to simmer and left the room hurriedly, closing the door behind her. She let out a shaky breath once she heard the door click shut, before regaining some of her composure and moving to the dining room to make sure it was still perfectly set from hours before.

Roy waited for the sound of the door clicking shut before taking another drag from his cigar, twirling it between his rough fingers absent minded. “Drugs and weapons mostly.” He continued. “One of the biggest smugglers in the north. Says he wants to use Stark County as a through route and will pay handsomely for the trouble.” He smirked, rubbing his fingers together to emphasise the point.

“Sounds like a good deal t’me.” Gator smiled eagerly. He felt the phone is his pocket vibrate against his thigh, but refused to acknowledge it. This was far more important.

“Yeah it does.” Roy pondered, watching the excitement grow in his son’s eyes, wondering just how far he would go to earn his approval. “Son you ever wonder if something is too good to be true?” He asked after a moment.

“Suppose so.” Gator raised his eyebrows. “Why? You worried that’s what this is?”

“I’m never worried,” He took another puff as Gator hung on his every word. ‘I’m just thinking about what this could bring for us, in the future.”

“Beside money?” Gator grinned.

“Trouble son. Trouble. There’s no reward without risk. That not what I’ve taught you?” Roy retorted irritably.

“Right, risk and reward,” Gator nodded, cursing himself for not thinking of that.

Roy got to his feet and walked slowly towards the drinks cabinet, pulling out the near empty bottle of whiskey and another glass which he placed in front of Gator before wordlessly filling both their glasses. He sat back down heavily and took another swig.

“He’s bringing his family, only seems right mine should be here too.” Roy said, thoughtfully rubbing at the stubble on his chin under Gator’s watchful, admiration filled eyes.

“Okay.” Gator nodded in agreement before downing the glass in front of him and smacking his lips at the after taste. His dad frowned as he did so, his son had no subtly, no charm. But he was eager.

“He has a daughter Gator, bout your age I’d hazard a guess.” Roy continued, puffing once more and blowing the smoke upwards, choosing to ignore the confused look on his son’s face. Always so fucking confused, never had the brains to think things through. “I want you to get to know her. Might be needing some-“ Roy searched for the word, “leverage, soon.” Another puff at his shrinking cigar.

“Right…” Gator said, the frown of confusion seemed pertinently knitted on his brow. “Maybe even cement the partnership should this work out. Bring our families together properly. Under the Lord.” Roy continued.

Gator was visibly taken aback, leaning away from his father in shock at what he was implying. “You pimping me out?” He blurted out in a disgusted but hushed tone.

“You a whore now son?” Roy asked dead pan before rolling his eyes. Maybe this was the one thing Gator was good for.

“You can’t be fuckin’ serious,” Gator laughed bitterly, shaking his head at his father. He stood up agitatedly and started to pace, the complete opposite of his father’s calm demeanour.

“I’m damn serious Gator and I wont warn you again about your mouth.” Roy stubbed out the remains of his cigar purposefully as a warning Gator just didn’t seem to catch, too caught up in his own thoughts rushing desperately through his mind. His phone vibrated again against his thigh causing him to tense his fists.

“What if I don’t like her? Huh? She could be a dog for all we know,” He started to ramble aimlessly.

“Then you’ll learn to live with it.” Roy stood facing his son warningly eyes darker than usually, threatening. “Besides,” he continued after a moment, fixing his belt to centre, “Money can fix a lot these days son. Now get a fresh bottle, they’ll be here soon. Go on, fetch.” He laughed heartlessly waving his son away, who stalked off biting his tongue.

Gator placed the new bottle of whiskey down in front of his father’s place at the table. He’d made sure to get the good stuff from the cupboard, the kind that was always top shelf at the bar. He didn’t want to fuck that up to. The floorboards creaked under his shifting weight as he stood in thought for a moment, hands on his hip. He just had to get through tonight without any problems. He was on the right track, he told himself. His dad was finally trusting him with business other than the law and that meant he must not think he was a total disappointment. His phone vibrated again. He ignored it again.

A heavy knock reverberated from the front door of the ranch, cutting through the gentle din of the house that had settled. Roy passed by the dining room nodding curtly towards his son through the frame, as a silent message to follow him.

‘Karen, make sure the twins are sleepin’ then get yourself straight back down you hear?” Roy jibed to his wife who was straightening a small vase of flowers on a table by the door. “And fix your dress, got sauce on it for god’s sake.” Karen nodded in agreement before grabbing a wet cloth from the sink as she passed the kitchen. She patted at the small spots on her dress and sighed as she climbed the stairs to her daughters, contemplating locking the door tonight just in case.

Roy paused with his hand on the door handle tensing slightly, cracking his neck from side to side, as he prepared one last time for the possible outcomes of the evening. Gator nodded at him signalling he was ready as his father looked to the side towards him. Finally, the door opened to reveal the night outside and a small group stood together on the doorstep.

“Lovely piece of land you got here Sherriff.” Gator peered to the side of the large frame of his father, curious as to who they intended to do business with tonight.

A gruff, lean man stood before them on the front step. His wrinkles aged him in handsome way, as did the peppered stubble of his beard and soft, slightly unkempt hair. A worn corduroy jacket gripped his frame snuggly over a smart shirt. Crisp denim jeans sat over freshly polished boots. A surprisingly charming, crooked smile greeted them as he held out a callused hand for Roy to shake. Gator wasn’t sure what he had expected but it wasn’t this, the patriarch looked so… normal.

“Well thank you,” Roy smiled smugly, shaking the hand firmly before stepping aside to let the gentleman inside. “I’m quite the lucky man. Please, come in John.”

John stepped over the threshold allowing for a small draft to enter with him that pricked at Gator’s cheeks, pinking them slightly.

“These must be your boys, I can see the family resemblance from here.” Roy chuckled in his charming sheriff way, something many found quite sinister, but the group before him was new and yet to learn.

“That, they are.” John said proudly puffing his chest slightly. “This here is my eldest Charlie and that’s Sam, there in the hat,” John said. Both boys stepped forward to shake the hand of their host. Gator guessed they must have been slightly older than him. Bigger too. Both had several inches on him in height and muscles that where obvious even through their jackets. Gator tensed momentarily, subtly trying to stand taller, chin raised in an attempt at superiority. Charlie, introduced first, looked like a younger version of his father, longer brown hair tucked behind his ears and lips pressed together in a tight smile. Sam’s hair was more tightly cropped, and he wore a Stetson which he removed as he stepped through the threshold. His expression was much sterner, and his eyes scanned both gator and his father up and down before reaching out his scared hand to shake. Gator scowled slightly, as he mused his similarities to the younger of the brothers. Was he his father’s muscle too?

“My son Gator,” Roy said patting heavily on his shoulders almost making him buckle under the weight, but he smiled through it anyway.

“Hello again Deputy,” a much softer voice echoed from the front steps. Gator’s eyes snapped towards the door and widened in surprise. There she was, the mousy girl from the diner, but she looked different now. She wore a cream dress that fell above her knees and pulled in at her waist and her hair had been curled and was half tied up with a floppy pink bow. A denim jacket, slightly too big for her frame was draped neatly over her shoulders. She’d put make up on now and the subtle floral scent of her perfume drifted towards him with the next gentle breeze. Gator was slightly taken aback, he hadn’t noticed earlier, but she was – pretty.

“You’ve already met?” John frowned, looking between the two of them. For a moment his average joe demeanour slipped and Gator saw something much darker flash over his eyes.

“I- well, I mean,” Gator fumbled, annoyed that he could feel himself redden in embarrassment. Why was he embarrassed? His eye’s flicked to his father who watched with a quirked eyebrow.

“Deputy Tillman eats at the diner for lunch sometimes,” Rose smiled softly as she stepped towards her father, looping her arm through his.

“This the boy who marked your wrist?” John asked looking at the bruises that had started to form on the wrist that was looped through his arm. Gator’s eyes darted towards Rose’s wrist, mentally cursing Dan’s needlessly firm grip.

“N-no!” Gator Stuttered hands raised defensively, much to his fathers exhausted chagrin. “I didn’t – that wasn’t-“ All three men had now turned to face Gator, heads cocked to the side slightly. The pressure of just their eyes on him made him gulp, his throat now unusually dry.

“No Daddy,” Rose smiled reassuringly to her father, easing the tension immediately. Both Gator and Roy were slightly taken aback at the power she seemed to have held in that split second, her brothers noticeably easing back. “That was his friend.”

“Friend?” John scowled in disgust, still not happy with the answer from his daughter. “You make a habit of hanging around men who hurt women, Deputy?”

“I er-“ Gator blabbered once more.

“Gentlemen,” Roy’s deep voice finally controlled the conversation. “I was not aware of the – Situation.” He eyed Rose’s wrist and then glared at his son, biting back what he really wanted to say in front of present company, instead choosing diplomacy. “But I can assure you I will personally see that whoever did this-“

“Dan,” Rose interrupted casually, pulling out the business card from her purse and reading from it. “Dan Clarke.”  Roy’s blood started to boil at the nerve of the younger woman in front of him and it took everything in him to remain calm. Gator could see the pain Roy felt at having to remain civil.

“I will personally see to it that deputy Clarke is reprimanded for his actions.” Roy finished with a forced smile and a steady breathe.

John took a moment to consider as Roy glared at Gator unable to hide his resentment. Gator fidgeted under his intense hatred and looked at his boots intently, desperate for the silence to be broken.

“I’d prefer to deal with it myself Sheriff.” John said finally with an unsettling calm before placing a patronising hand on his arm, “You understand. Sometimes a message needs to be sent.”

Roy nodded before letting out a heavy sigh after an awkward moment of silence in which the house could be heard creaking slightly against the wind outside. “Please, come through to the dining room, my wife has made dinner, let’s not let this-“ He waved disappointedly in the direction of Gator, “get in the way of this new partnership ey? Gator take their coats and help Karen.” He ordered his son before patting John on his arm with a fake warmth. “Are you a whiskey man John?” He continued walking him towards the dining room.

“Of course. What kind of man would I be if I wasn’t huh?”

Charlie and Sam slid there jackets off and roughly handed them to Gator, still clearly unhappy. Gator muttered bitterly under his breath as he hung the collection of jackets on the coat stand by the door, taking childish pleasure in his roughness. Rose had stayed behind momentarily, taking her own jacket and hanging it carefully next to Gator’s sheriff’s vest. He noticed her hand brush delicately past his badge. Her nails were painted a soft pink, had she painted them since their last encounter? She pouted slightly as their eyes met briefly when they both turned to head in the direction of the others. Gator smiled tightly at her. He couldn’t work her out and he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to.

Rose eyed the seating arrangements as she entered the dining room, Gator continuing through to the kitchen to help Karen plate and bring the food through. The delicious smell of something wafted through as the door opened and closed behind him. Rose caught herself watching him, eyes lingering on the toned physique in his jeans. She caught herself before anyone else noticed and blinked several times to bring herself back to the room. Her brothers had sat together and next to them was her Father, then Roy at the head of the table, already pouring substantial measures of whiskey in each glass. She presumed the seat on his other side would be for his wife, which left a further two seats for herself and Gator. She noticed the wine glass set in front of one of the left-over spaces and assumed that was meant for her. She struggled to stop her eyes from rolling at the overt sexism before setting her bag down on the floor and sitting daintily at her assigned seat, something that Roy had noticed out of the corner of his eye. At least he knew she was capable of being demure if needed.

“Okay?” Sam asked as his eyes surveyed the rest of the room.

“Always,” Rose smiled back at him. “Now take a night off would you. It’s just dinner.” Sam prickled slightly at her words but nodded and took a sip from his whiskey. The doors opened as he did so, and Karen and Gator bought out large dishes of beautifully presented food. They placed them at the centre of the table creating something which resembled a small potluck.

“How about that then boys? A proper home cooked meal for you, warm your bones,” Roy smiled, his pride growing along with his smug smile.

“Excellent,” John echoed, raising his glass in a semi toast.

“Gator, pour some wine for the women would ya?” Roy asked, digging at Gator with a task he normally left for Karen. This was punishment for already fucking up, Gator scowled to himself.

“Sure.” He mumbled, grabbing the bottle for the centre of the table and pouring a glass for Karen, who was now seated, leaving him the only one standing. He then bought the bottle to Rose’s glass. “Say when,” He muttered under his breath, focus remaining on the glass not noticing she was watching his face, now much closer to hers than it had ever been.

“When,” she said absent minded, not sparing a glance at the glass.

Finally, Gator sat, avoiding the looks from anyone sat at the table that he had assumed had been watching him, it was all part of his father’s humiliation.

“May I suggest a toast?” John asked.

“By all means,” Roy said sitting back in his seat, his belt buckle glinting in the low light of the lamps.

“To new opportunities,” John raised his glass.

“And partnerships,” Roy added, his voice gravelly through his smarmy smile. Six glasses lifted to the centre and clinked with their neighbours, repeating, “New opportunities and partnerships.”

Rose notice Gator had instead chosen to sulk into his glass and drink without toasting. Curious, she thought to herself.

Roy’s voice cut though the fading toast, “As a man of God, I think it only right we say grace now, for this wonderful feast made by my beautiful wife.” He squeezed Karen’s thigh a little too tightly as he spoke, an overbearing reminder of his control. With a nod of agreement from John, each person at the table took the hands of those sitting next to them and bowed their heads, closing their eyes.

"Bless us, O Lord, and these-“ Roy began.

Gator tried his best to re gain some kind of composure now that his eyes were closed, but found them opening quickly once more. A gentle stroke of fingers danced across his palm had bought his attention firmly back to the room. He looked to his side to Rose who was studying his features, a small smile playing at her lips. His eyebrows raised at her lazily flirtatious motions, before quickly checking to see all other eyes had remained closed. He allowed himself to smile crookedly back as his eyes flitted from her own to her glossy lips and back again. She bit at her lip in response, sending a jolt of electricity through his body. He sent a wink in her direction, playing into this game of hers she had decided to play before her lips parted in a sweet “Amen,” and her eyes finally left his, aching for more. It was then he realised where he was once more, loudly clearing his throat, which bought a few looks of concern his way.

“Please, tuck in,” Roy demanded after the odd awkward moment bought on by his son. He had already had enough of him that evening.

All around the table filled their plates happily, warmed by the comforting food which seemed an odd contrast to the atmosphere around the table. Everyone seemed aware that any wrong word or rude gesture might off set the trajectory of the evening so they remained civil, making polite conversation. John spoke sparingly of their lives before moving to Stark County but mentioned his wife had passed several years previously when his children were still young. He didn’t elaborate on the manor of death however, something he had always kept shamefully to himself, not even telling his children. Roy spoke lazily of the ranch and horses, one of his favourite past times and a humble brag. He was trying his best to feel out John and where he slotted into the grand scheme of things. Was he a horse man? A betting man perhaps? Did he have land? Hunt? What did they have in common other then that their dealings may be mutually beneficial. At one point Charlie received a call and excused himself for a few minutes. He returned, addressing only his father, “Shipment is due Wednesday evening, I’ll arrange a group to receive it.” John nodded, wiping his mouth with his napkin. “Good, take Sam with you but make sure you leave Connor at the house. Sorry Roy you were saying?” Roy continued where he left off but was sure to make a mental note of the small details forming from conversations, though he knew John wouldn’t be stupid enough to let anything pertinent slip. Gator however had been nowhere near as attentive. When he wasn’t hungrily devouring the food on his plate, he was shooting furtive glances to Rose, hoping to catch her eye again, chasing that electricity he had felt. Rose however made a point not to look in his direction for the rest of the meal, and she knew exactly what she was doing. Her senses prickled every so often, which coincided with Gator’s desperate looks, making her smirk slightly into her wine. As the final set of cutlery fell to it’s plate Roy adjusted himself in his seat and gave Karen a look who started to clear the table immediately without needing to be told.

“Shall we move to my office?” Roy asked, “There’s more whiskey and some excellent cigars in there, we can discuss our arrangement in there.”

“Lead the way,” John nodded as he stood, bring his empty glass with him. Charlie and Sam mimicked their fathers’ actions rising from the table. Roy eyed them cautiously, noticed by John.

“My boys come with me to all of my meetings, you understand.” He smiled.

“Of course,” Roy relented. “Please,” He gestured through the door and stood himself. Gator scrapped his chair across the floor as he made to stand himself, before being stopped by his father.

“Son, why don’t you show Miss Rose here around the ranch?” Roy half smiled.

“Oh, I just thought you’d want me there with you is all?” Gator questioned with a small laugh.

“I think I’ll manage,” Roy patted him on the shoulder heavily as he walked past him to the door. “This way gentleman-“ His voice could be herd walking down the hallway.

“I’ll stay dad,” Charlie said flatly before Rose cut him off.

“Oh I’ll be fine! I’m not made of glass,” she smirked. “I’m sure the deputy is more than capable of keeping an eye on me.” Finally, she looked up towards him again, her large hazel doe eyes staring almost into his soul. Gator wasn’t quite sure what to do with himself so just stood awkwardly above her for a moment.

“You think?” Charlie quipped with a raised eyebrow.

“Just go!’ Rose laughed as she finally stood from the table and collected her bag from the floor. She turned to face Gator, closer than she had originally thought she was, making her smirk slightly. “Will I need my jacket Deputy?” She asked, turning up the sweetness of her tone.

“We can go outside if you want, s’up to you,” Gator offered, not really sure what to do with himself now that they were alone and in very close proximity.

“Lead the way then,” Rose smiled softly. It took a moment for Gator to remember which direction the coats where in and he fumbled the door handle awkwardly. Rose couldn’t help but find him slightly endearing. He was a fool for sure but a fool that could elicit a very genuine smile from her. He held out her jacket for her as she slipped her arms through the sleeves. The jacket swamped her a little and Gator wondered if she had borrowed it from one of her brothers.

Outside the breeze from earlier had stilled and the stars where shining brightly against the pitch black of the night sky next to the crisp crescent moon. Rose watched her step as he stepped across the frosted layer on ice on the decking alongside the ranch. She almost slipped as she aimed for the swing seat, saved only by Gator’s quick reflexes as he caught her elbow. “Woah steady there!” He smirked as his breath tickled against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine which was unrelated to the cold of the night.

“Saving the day are we Deputy?” She quipped back as he sat down heavy next to her, his weight making the chains of the seat creak.

“You know you can just call me Gator right?” He rolled his eyes, still not able to get a read of the woman next to him. He pulled the lime green vape from his pocket and took a long pull from it, eyes burning into hers, before turning and blowing the vapor away from her.

“What kind of a name is Gator anyway?” She asked him sincerely, but he looked away at the question. His name had always been something of a sore spot for him. Something he could usually hide but for some reason he couldn’t around her. There was a pause as Rose started to root around in her purse, pulling out a packet of cigarettes and lighting one she had placed between the pout of her lips.

“I like it.” She stated simply through the smoke she exhaled. “It’s different.”

“Just saying that.” Gator smirked. “Reckon your trying to get on my good side.”

“I don’t need to lie to do that Gator.” She said softly, Looking out to the vast acres of the ranch. “What are all these buildings anyway then?” She asked nodding towards the various outhouses, lights glimmering from the windows and door frames of some of them.

“Well,” Gator shifted in his seat, “That there is the garage, and storage shed. The big one, that’s the barn-”

“No shit,” Rose laughed as she rolled her eyes.

“You wanna know or not?” Gator smiled, she wasn’t like any of the other girls he knew, there was a feistiness about her, unrelated to sensualness, that he found hooked him with each word.

“I do, I do! Carry on,” she chuckled through another exhale of smoke.

“Those are the stables and the tack room to the side there,” he pointed out.

“Oh a proper working ranch ey?” She asked with genuine interest.

“Of course!” Gator insisted. “’Fuck did you think it was?”

“A front for criminal activity.” She smiled at him.

“It’s both.” Gator said with a raised eyebrow and a chuckle, after a pause, finding her honestly refreshing.

“I mean you Tillmans don’t scream subtlety,” Rose said.

“We don’t need to be, we’re the law,” Gator said smugly. Causing Rose to scoff.

“No wonder daddy chose this place,” She mused aloud. Gator watched her as she finished her cigarette, stubbing it out on the ice on top of the arm of the swing chair.

“You should probably text your girlfriend back,” Rose said as she turned to face him, leaning her arm against the back of the chair.”

“What?”

“Your girlfriend. She’s been texting you all night. I can hear your phone vibrating.”

As if on cue, his phone vibrated in his pocket again.

“Anyone who texts that often is either an angry girlfriend or, you’re a dealer and have a lot of desperate customers. Which I suppose is possible. You’re the law… But I did also see that message she sent you earlier. She’s very pretty. Great taste in underwear as well. I can’t pull red off, washes me out.”

“She’s not my girlfriend.” Gator shook his head, smile remaining on his lips. He was sure red probably looked beautiful on her.

“Does she know that?” Rose laughed easily, she almost felt comfortable.

“How come you’re working in that diner anyway?” He asked curiously, trying to disguise it with a scoff.

“Why not?” She mused, now searching in her purse for a lip gloss which she applied lazily before flashing him a sweet pout.

“You don’t exactly need to do you?” He persisted. “Thought Daddy would take care of ya? You’re lucky you don’t have to work.” He took another drag from his vape and stared out towards the land in front of them, trying his best to look mysterious. He wasn’t sure if it was the whiskey but something inside of him yearned to impress her. The only way he knew to do that, was be an arsehole. Women loved arseholes, right?

Rose quirked an eyebrow “’Course he does,” She paused. “Something to do I suppose. Being the little lady can be so boring sometimes. Slaving over the stove, hanging out the washing, making butter from scratch…” She teased.

“Didn’t mean it like that.” He did.

“Yes you did deputy.” She smirked back at him.

“Rose?” She heard a distant call from inside the house, her father looking for her, the meeting clearly having ended and presumably been a success seeing as she hadn’t heard any gun shots. She looked toward the source of his voice and made to stand before she felt a hand close around her wrist for the second time that day. This time however it was much more gentle, tentative even, making her whip her head back to the young man next to her in surprise.

“Hey um,” Gator asked, oddly vulnerable, giving Rose pause. “Would you uh, tell your dad to go easy on Dan? He’s a fucking shit bird but I could just have a talk y’know?”

Rose searched his face, “Why would I do that?” She smirked, walking away, her hand brushing through his grasp softly.