#he should be sentenced to the blender.

[mourningcttlfsh]

i started watchign 31 minutos. gelp

obsessed with the gambling addict bunny man. i have so many screenshots of him and im only on like. episode six. of season one. you have no idea

[yourgentlegirlfriend]

IM UNSHADOWBANNWD AH. I’ve been so excited to post this story it’s been in the works and it’s the THREE HUNDRED follower special first of all i do not deserve you guys at all thank you for all the support you show me i hope you enjoy this as much as i did hehe MUAH

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afab reader x Pornstar! ID Leon

Warnings: Smut- just pure porn with a plot. PORNSTAR LUIS TOO HEHE.Slight (very) slight mentions of being obsessed/ watching reader, leon eats pussy (ofc he does) and fucks reader stupid.

Word count: 3,169

———-

knock knock

“What?”

Why did he sound so annoyed? Your fist stalled against the door as you paused your knocking.

“Um- Greg told me to introduce myself. Sorry if you’re busy.”

Just try and sound sweet, don’t be a pushover. You had barely just stepped onto the set, still in the clothes you wore to your psychology class. The room ran silent, your eyes reading over his name on his door continuously before it swung up, your hair moving from the gust of wind.

His arms were so toned, his hand gripping the handle of the door knob as he leaned against the door frame. Incredibly toned, his shirt off and his hair laying against his face so perfectly. His steely eyes scanned you up and down, a chuckle rumbling through his chest as he saw you holding your Psych 200 book.

“Leon.”

He mumbled as he watched you scan over his arms. He was cocky; you could tell. Before you could even introduce yourself, the door slammed in your face, your hands gripping your bag as you sighed to yourself, shaking your head in disbelief.

———

“She shot with Sera like a month ago. The video is still up on the front page too.”

Leon’s makeup artist spoke as she rubbed the beauty blender against his forehead. Leon stared at himself in the mirror; he felt terrible for slamming the door in your face. He really did. He has been in the industry for too long, and he has never had anyone come and formally introduce themselves before filming, so seeing you stand there not being able to say a complete sentence to his face just irritated him. He was also just surprised you didn’t know him; he owned this whole set, his manager is the one who makes his booking, or he definitely wouldn’t have picked you of all people.

———

After shooting with Luis, the two of you became very close friends; when you got to your small studio room, you threw your bag and book down, dialing his number on your phone as you pulled your laptop out, sitting on the desk.

“Hello?”

Luis' voice rang through your ear as you sighed in frustration, instantly communicating that something was wrong.

“He slammed a door in my face when I tried to say hi to him, Luis.. why does he have such a big ego? Sure is heavy for a man I've never even seen before.”

Your fingers typed his name into the search bar, clicking on the first link to come up as you listened to Luis ramble about how this is just how it’s going to be and how lucky you were to get him as your first shoot, your mouth ran dry seeing the cover photo of one of Leon’s hundreds of videos, his cock barely pushing into some girl, his hair covering his face so perfectly and his lips parted so slightly.

“Mama, what did I tell you? Do not google.”

Luis scolded as he listened to you close the laptop.

“I don’t know, Luis, maybe I should just leave- I have to go; makeup’s here.”

Hanging up on him because of the slight knock on the door. It must have been noticeable that you were in your head, the pretty makeup artist wiping at your cheeks with a light bronzer to grab your attention.

“You don’t need much makeup, and you’re naturally very beautiful.”

She smiles softly as she reaches for the mascara. You smile back at her as she tilts your head around.

“That’s very sweet of you, thank you.”

You laugh as she turns your chair around, smiling as she pushes your hair from your face.

“Gorgeous, they want you in this. Whatever you wear under is completely up to you.”

The beautiful woman rambled as she pulled the light blue sundress from the bag, handing it to you. No matter what they said to you, you couldn’t get out of your own head.

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The wall had a weird pattern. It wasn’t like standard white paint but was super grainy, you sat further back, watching as the director checked all of his cameras, fixing the lights, and reading over signed paperwork. They never handed you a script, though, which left you lost. Luis’ crew had a script. It was easy to remember, but maybe only Leon had one. Right when you think about him, he comes walking in from the main door, a smug smile on his face as he grabs hands to shake. If he weren’t in the industry he would make a wonderful bodyguard with broad shoulders, strong arms, and confidence. He wore a black long-sleeve shirt accompanied by a pair of dark denim jeans. It sucked; he was such an asshole, he was handsome. It suddenly made you feel so self-conscious, remembering the cover photo you had seen on your laptop. You specifically specialized in actual content, genuine emotions, and honest reactions, and the people love it. You started on your own, only fans, to be specific, and it makes you laugh out of embarrassment when it’s brought up. Your eyes follow Leon as he grabs a cup of water, leaning on the table as he talks to the makeup artist, who, for some reason, points over to you. Your eyes drop to your lap, your legs crossed as you play with the soft material of the dress. Your heart began to race as you saw his shoes directly in front of you. His presence was so heavy. Your gaze shifted up to him, his hand touching the arm of your chair.

“Sorry for slamming the door on you, I’ve had a long week, and I forgot I was shooting today.”

Hearing him talk in a complete sentence now was weird, his voice rough yet deep. You nodded your head as you shrugged.

“I can’t blame you; I would slam the door on me too.”

You smile, but it quickly drops once you notice what he said; how could he forget he has a shot? He just called you easily forgettable. Leon’s eyes trailed down to your thighs, smiling to himself as your leg bounced up and down. The two of you stood in your silence before Greg walked over towards you two, grabbing your shoulders.

“Leon, Y/N, Y/N, Leon. I know this piece of work doesn’t introduce himself for shit.”

He laughed, pointing towards the bed in the middle of the room; Leon’s eyes squinted at the minor insult before both of your eyes shifted to the bed. He had explained some shitty plan that had the two of you bored. He sighed before he looked at Leon, touching his arm.

“Just do whatever you want. Why do you pay me?”

His foot turned to walk away from you two as Leon still stared at the bed in the middle of the room. He turned back to you, putting his hand out, your eyebrow-raising in confusion up at him.

“Leon Kennedy.”

Your hand pulled from your lap, shaking at his, both of your grip on each other strong as you nodded your head.

“Just call me Y/N.”

You spoke sheepishly before he helped you up from the chair. Was he going to listen to what the director said? This was an extensive movie set, the bedroom, and then the small room apart from the bedroom that seemed to resemble a hallway.

“I know we stepped off on the wrong foot, but can you trust me? Just for the next hour?”

Leon leaned down to your ear as the two of you walked towards the hallway set. You nodded your head as the lighting changed to a darker yellow.

Leon’s head turned towards the camera as he put his hand up

“No cuts.”

He yelled out as he turned back to you.

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Felt awful slamming the door on her pretty face.

Leon’s grip on the door handle grew tighter by the second as you rambled on about trying to introduce yourself. The room shook as he slammed the door, a strained groan leaving his lips as he looked down at his sweatpants. You had knocked at a horrible time, Leon’s laptop on display with your video with Luis flashing on his screen. He was obsessed with you. Obsessed with how your lips parted before you moaned or how easily sensitive you were. You didn’t need to introduce yourself. He already knew. So when he called his agent asking him to call your agent to see if you were booking, he was more than excited when they said you were open. He pumped himself for almost an hour, soft moans leaving his lips as his eyes squeezed shut, trying to think about how it would feel to have you squeezing around his cock.

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“Action!”

Greg screamed, your eyelids heavy as you looked up at Leon. It was crazy how fast you could switch moods like that. Leon's hands were immediately all over you, pressing you into the wall by your waist as he hungrily peppered kisses against your jaw. And suddenly everything felt so much hotter? His hands dragged down your skin, and his lips burned into the soft skin of your neck, a whine leaving your lips as one of Leon’s hungry hands brought your leg to his waist.

“There you go, honey, relax for me..”

He mumbled into your skin as his hands lifted you into his arms. You were surprised at his strength as he held you with one hand, his other pushing the door open. He made you feel so small, throwing you down onto the plush mattress, your chest rising and falling as he softly nipped at your collarbones. You weren’t this nervous with Luis, your hands shaking as you pushed some hair from Leon’s face as he kissed the small space between your chest, his hands carefully rubbing up your thighs, his fingers resting against your stomach as he pushed himself down the bed. He needed more. The way you shook under him only encouraged him, his head nuzzling so perfectly between your thighs, smirking up at you as your eyes fluttered away from you, avoiding his stare. The pressure in his pants grew more intense, listening to the hiss pull through your teeth as he held onto the fabric of the sundress, licking over your pretty black panties.

“Damn..”

He grumbled as he lifted your hips, pulling the panties off you, bundling them up in his hand, and pushing them into his pocket as he moved the dress's material again. Scooting in closer to you, laying your knees over his shoulders as he looked up at you through heavy eyelids, his tongue laying a long strip over your folds. You couldn’t help but squirm in his grasp, his hands flying to your waist as you let out that shaky whine again that drove him fucking crazy. You tasted so unbelievably good on his tongue, his eyes rolling back as he hungrily lapped at your folds, pulling you closer like somebody was trying to take you from him. You were so dazed, your back arching as the cameraman squatted beside you and Leon, trying to get the perfect angle. You didn’t even care about his presence, caught up in crying out Leon's name as he repeatedly lapped at your clit, a loud whimper leaving your lips as you sat up, tugging at his hair. Leon could stay between your legs all day, but he needed more. He pulled away from your still dripping core, his face glistening with your slick as he took advantage of you sitting up, pulling the dress over your head. He couldn’t help but groan, finally seeing you bare beneath him, his hands pushing down against your chest, your back laying flat against the mattress yet again as you stared up at him, watching with sparkling eyes as he pulled his shirt over his head. He was sculpted so beautifully.. and it hit you, this is why he’s so popular, he’s a walking god.

“Been waiting on this part all fucking day..”

Leon’s lips parted as he yanked his jeans down, along with his boxers. He let out a sigh of relief as his cock pressed against his upper stomach, his hand reaching down to pump himself as he kicked his jeans off. And suddenly you felt like that girl on the cover of the video you saw, Leon’s hair sprawling perfectly against his face as he leans his body down, tearing your thighs open as his thumb lazily rubs small circles against your clit, smirking as you jolt forward. He continued to pump himself as he reached over, grabbing at the baby pink silk pillow at the edge of the bed before he shoved it under your hips. What a gentleman… you thought to yourself before your thighs were pressing together at the feeling of his cock pressing into you. He was so thick, your walls having a hard time adjusting to even just the tip of him. Leon’s lips pressed together as he let out a quiet “fuck..” His hands holding your legs open as he put more pressure on your clit, your core growing soaked again assisting him in sliding so perfectly into you. If he weren’t getting paid for this, he would’ve just came then and there, watching your pretty face scrunch up in painful pleasure, your legs kicking in his grasp slightly, and your painfully tight walls squeezing him.

“Fuck.. relax, baby, let me in.”

Leon whispered to you as you nodded your head, allowing your hips to rest against the pillow as he cooed down at you, leaning down against your much smaller form and forcing your legs over his broad shoulder. His thumb is still rubbing at your clit to ease the pain of him stretching you out. Leon’s jaw tightens as he pulls his hips back, letting out a shaky breath as he slams back into you, smiling as the small “Mmph!-“ Left your throat involuntarily. So fucking precious. Your soft thighs brushed against his chest as he fucked into you, his body weight lifting off you as he grabbed your ankles, staring down at where he pushed into you. Even the director looked surprised as Leon let out a long moan. It rumbled through his chest as he continued to fuck into you, your hands grabbing at the bed sheets. Leon mumbled a few words to himself before he grabbed at your body, flipping you on to your side as he threw the pillow to to other side of the room. He crawled behind you, lifting your leg before he pushed into you again, causing you to let out a loud whine, your head leaning back into his shoulder as his thrusts somehow became deeper- more meaningful. Leon reached over, pushing some hair from your face as he looked down at you.

“Come on, sweetheart, open your eyes for me.”

His lips touch the shell of your ear as he whispers to you. You were in bliss; he rubbed against your walls so perfectly it felt like your skin was on fire. Your eyes fluttered open, looking at the camera hazily. Leon shook his head, grabbing your jaw and turning your head towards him.

“Don’t look at them.. look at me… it’s just you and me right now, baby, just you and me.”

He groaned down to you as a loud cry of pleasure left your lips in response, your orgasm crashing through you. His hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you in closer to him as his hips snapped into you faster.

“That's a good fucking girl- mm.. fuck keep squeezing around me like that, honey..”

Leon felt his hips stuttering as he looked down at you, fucked out in his arms. A shaky moan left his lips as his hips stopped, his cum spurting into you, causing loud cries to leave your lips. Leon laid out of breath before he pulled out of you, smirking as he tilted his head at the cameraman to bring him in closer as he spread your lips, his fingers spreading your folds as his cum dripped out of you, the biggest smirk on his face.

“Cut!”

Was all you heard as the bed dipped beside you, your body still trying to recover as you sat up, your hair messy and your mascara running down the side of your face as Leon laughed, looking over at you.

“You okay, sugar?”

He asked sweetly as he grabbed a water, opening it before handing it to you, pushing some hair from your face as you took a small sip.

“Yeah.. just was a lot.”

You nod as he watches you; he clears his throat, handing you the sundress from the ground as he stands, pulling his pants up.

“Listen. I know you don’t know me, but, are you busy tonight? Let me take you out for dinner.”

He wasn’t asking; it was more of him letting you know he was. Your arms go through the holes before you look at him, nodding your head.

———-

You were the current talk of the industry.

Everyone was so curious how you broke Leon, making him utterly different from any video he’s ever shot.

Your face scrunches as you look at yours and Leon’s page on the front cover of the site, that smirk on his face as he spreads apart your folds. Your knee is pressed to your chest as you scroll through the comments, flinching slightly as you feel pressure at the top of your head.

“Morning.”

Leon grumbles as he sips his coffee after kissing the top of your head. His eyes follow yours, seeing the “uploaded two months ago” in the corner as he whistled

“Gonna win awards for that one.”

He winks at you, your arm swinging at him before you shut the laptop on the table.

[resi4skz]

Title: Mi Amore (oneshot)

Pairing: nonidol!Chan x Grace (OC)

Warnings: swearing in italian, smut

This is for @gracebang143 (i cannot tag her in it, stupid tumblr)

!! MINORS DNI !!

"Ugh, for the last time, Steph!" I exclaim as I put ice in the blender, chatter of customers in the background. "Olivia is my cousin and he's her boyfriend!"

"So?" She says and turns at the till, smiling at the customer. "Thank you for choosing Stat Lost, have a nice day!" She turns to me as she closes the register. "Look, we both know what of a person Olivia is. She's probably moved on to the ne-"

The sound of the small hanging bell on the door cuts her off. We both look at the front door at the same time to see my cousin, Olivia and her boyfriend, Chris.

Or Chan, as I like to call him. He was dressed in a black shirt and blue jeans, topped off with a black cap.

Gosh.

Why did he have to be so damn attractive?

Olivia walks over to a vacant table as Chan approaches me. I put on the biggest smile, as if he isn't my regular. "Hey, you're back."

"Yeah," he replies, taking out his wallet. "She'll have a macchiato with a cheese scone and I'll have a-"

"BLT with extra bacon and a watermelon lemonade?" I finish his sentence.

His eyes light up, giving me a small smile. "Yeah. Wow. You even remember customers orders?"

Only yours, is what I wanted to say. "Sort of. Since you're a regular here so I took the liberty of memorizing your order."

"Wow."

I tap on the computer screen taking his order and scan his card before giving it back. "Your order will be with you shortly."

"Thanks."

When I turn around, Stephanie is looking at me with a smirk on her face. Rolling my eyes, I start on his sandwich. Just gotta get through it. You can do it, Grace.

Suddenly, I feel a sharp pain on my finger. "Cazzo!" I glance down and see a small cut on my finger. Great, just I need. Quickly cleaning my hand, I gently wrap my finger in a bandaid.

"Everything alright?"

I jump at the voice before turning around. He needs to stop being so god damn good looking. "Yes. Your order is ready. Give me one moment." I put their order on a tray a d hand it to him. "Thank you for choosing Star Lost, I hope you enjoy your order!"

He chuckles, nodding. "Thank you, Grace."

My heart does that thing again. Oh wait, that's my stomach. I groan when he sits at the table with Olivia. "Have you maybe tried confessing?" Steph asks from behind me.

"What good will that do?"

"Maybe he'll realize what a crappy of girlfriend he has right now and maybe likes you back?"

Hanging my head in defeat, I walks towards the back door. I need a break.

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But when I come inside, I hear Steph and Olivia in a heated argument.

"What do you mean I can't have a free muffin? It's my cousin's bakery!" Olivia shouted.

"Because if we started giving away free muffins," I state stepping behind the counter and face her, "We'd be out of business. And it's not my bakery. Steph and I are partners."

"You're greedy. Why can't you just say that?"

"Babe, maybe we should-" Chan began.

"No, you stay out of this!" She brushes him off.

The fuck.....did she just tell him off? My blood boils, my nerves lighting on fire. "Olivia, simply just leave before you piss me off anymore."

"What?" She blinks at me. "What the fuck is your problem?"

"You want to know what my problem is? You might need a notepad because the list is long."

"Fuck you," she spat. "I hope this shitty place rots."

"Ah, the words from the famous home wrecker Olivia James," I say.

"Home wrecker?" Chan says as he looks between Olivia and I.

"Chan, don't listen to he-"

But I cut her off. I've had it with her bullshit. "Let me ask you something, Liv. Did you also try to lure him into your trap so he would give you money? Or are you fucking his buddies too like you did with Mr. Stanley?"

Mr. Stanley was our neighbor and his lovely wife, Diana would always bake these pecan pies that was mouth watering. One day, Mr. Stanley came to our house to drop off a pie and Olivia was the only one home. One thing led to another, once Olivia saw he was loaded, she seduced him and ended up sleeping with him. Many, many times. It wasn't until Diana saw them going at it in her home, on the kitchen table because she had gotten off work early.

Safe to say, Diana is divorced and thriving by travelling the world with her friends.

The look on Olivia's face is priceless though. "You...bitch!" She lunges at me from across the counter but I was quick to dodge.

Chan pulls her back and shoves her back before facing her.

Steph elbows me and whispers, "$10 says they break up."

"It all makes sense now."

"Chan, babe. Please listen to me." Olivia pleads. "She's lying."

"No," Chan says firmly. "You're always putting me second. You're always asking to go to expensive restaurants and to think I was spending so much on you. Tell me something," he takes a step towards her, completely towering over her. "Did Jake treat you well?"

"What?"

"Did he tell you to come here with me? Did he also tell you I was also going here?"

"Wha....what are you talking about?"

And then I see a different person come out. A new person who I wanted to know so desperately about. He runs his hand through his curls and smirks. The man actually smriked. "Why do you think I wanted to come here, Olivia?"

"You asked me on a date," Olivia replies. "What does this have to do with-"

"I know about you and Jake."

Oh shit. I watch Olivia's face turn into horror as she opens her mouth. "You're the one always yapping about your music all the time. I don't get what the big deal is, you're never going to make it."

I saw red. My blood was boiling. "Fermati!" I march over to Olivia as she blinks at me. "You do not get to judge a person based on their profession. You do not get to make assumptions. YOU do not put negative things in their mind to the point they want to end their lives."

But she rolls her eyes. "Please, you just had a scratch-"

I shove my shirt up on my arm, showing her the long scar going up to my elbow. "Does this look like a scratch to you that YOU caused?"

"What the..." Chan says and looks at Olivia, who's seething in anger. "I though you said she fell."

"She's lying," Olivia replied, her eyes narrowed at me.

"Oh, so you're saying that I magically got a knife and stabbed myself, making a huge line on my arm?"

"You bitch!" Olivia lunges at me but Steph stands in front of me and pushes her back.

"No one is fighting in our cafe, okay?" Steph announces then points at Olivia. "As for you, get out. You're no longer welcomed here."

"What?"

"Better yet, you're black listed from this cafe."

Olivia huffs and stomps her way out of the shop. "You alright?" Steph asks

"Yeah, thanks," I smiled and she gets behind the counter, immediately apologizing to the customers.

"Hey."

I slightly jump at his voice and turn around.

"Are you okay?"

"I should be asking you that."

He scoffs. "I'll be fine."

I nod. "Alright, well. I gotta get back to work." I make it two steps when he calls my name.

"Grace."

I turn. "Yeah?"

He looks at me, almost as if he wanted to ask me something. But he just shakes his head. "Nothing. Have a good day at work." And then he's gone.

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It was Friday and rush hour was just finishing when something catches my eye outside. "Che due coglioni?" I watch as Olivia tries to kiss Chan and he keeps pushing her back.

"Is she for real?" Steph says.

"I've had enough of this," I snap, taking my apron off and walking towards the door. When I open the door, I hear her crying.

"Chan, please. You've gotta believe me," she wails.

"Olivia, what the fuck is wrong with you?" I say.

Chan's eyes flicker towards me, almost lighting up making my heart skip a beat. "This doesn't concern you," Olivia hisses at me.

"Porca miseria, questa cagna!" She blinks at me surprised and I stand in front of her. "This man," I point to Chan, "has been nothing but loving towards you, has given you the time he should've spent elsewhere other than your stupid ass. You," I jab at her chest, "do not have the right to control someone as kind as him. You," I jab at her chest again making her stumble back a step, "do not get to do that to him."

"Grace," I hear Chan say from behind me.

"Do you even realize how hard it is to chase your dreams when no one belives in you? Of course, you don't because all you get to do is use others and degrade them till they have nothing left in them."

"Grace."

"What?!" I snap as I turn around, sniffling. Was I crying? But I don't get to touch my face as I feel a pair of warm hands cup my cheeks. "Cha-"

His lips. Oh my god his lips. My hands stay at my sides because I don't know where to put them. As he lets go, I look up at him. "I've been meaning to do that."

"What?" I blinked, perplexed.

"She's gone," Steph's voice makes us jump apart a step away from each other and she comes to my side. "Jeez, she's like a lizard, always coming in between."

I snort which leads to laughter as she beams at me. "Come inside! I'll make you guys something to drink!"

I watch as she heads inside before turning to him. "So..."

"So."

"What did you mean by what you said earlier?" I asked.

"Look-"

"Why did you kiss me?"

He sighs. "I never liked Olivia. She was just there, I guess to fill that void," he flicks his eyes down at me, "but that void was never filled."

I scoff, not believing what he just said. "So you mean to say, that you dated her-"

"I never da-"

"-just so you could dump her and then coincidentally you thought that a kiss would solve all the problems?"

"Look, Grace-"

"No," I say firmly. "You look here, Chan. I'm not the one to messed around with. And you were the least out of all the people I knew that would do something like this." His eyes widen at my comment and raises his hand but I put my hand up, stopping him. "No. I can't look at you right now."

And with that, I turn around and leave. Steph gives me one look once I'm inside and immediately gives me space as I go back to refilling the ice machine.

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A few weeks later, I finally had a few days off. I wanted to destress and just chill and relax in my apartment. But what I didn't know was that Chan would be standing at my doorway looking like he had been run over by a truck while I was in a tanktop and pj shorts with a bag of chips on my hand.

"W-what are you doing here?" I asked, clutching the chip bag.

"Can I...can I come in?" His voice trembled.

"Yeah, come in," I stand aside to let him in. As he walks by me, the same vanilla and smoke scent fills my nostrils, making me a bit dizzy.

"Do you want anything to drink? Water? Soda?" I ask, closing the door behind me.

"Water, thanks," he replies taking a seat on my couch.

Fuck. Never in my 22 years of my life, I imagined a man in my living room. Let alone Chan, the 28 year old man that I had been crushing on since I was 19. I hand him the glass of water and sit beside him.

"Nice place."

"Thanks," I replied. After a beat, I say, "So, what brings you here?"

"Olivia paid a visit."

"Oh?"

"And smashed all the windows of my car."

"What?!" I knew she would stoop low but to this level? "Are you okay?"

His eyes flicks up at me. "That's funny."

"Huh? What is?"

"Olivia would've asked if my car was okay. She wouldn't even ask me if I was alright."

"Well, she's a bitch," I huff, crossing my arms.

He snorts. "She did teach me one thing though." He turns his body sonhe's facing me. "To never take what's already in front of you for granted."

Holy fucking greek god. Why does this dude have to be so damn pretty? "You're lucky you're attractive, Chan. Any woman would be happy to have you."

"Look, about the kiss then-"

But I stand up. "I'm going to make some tea." I hurriedly walk into the kitchen and immediately fill the kettle with water. It was a good distraction-

An arm snakes it's way around my waist. I gasp, dropping the kettle in the sink and turn around. "What are you doing?!

"Why do you think I kept coming back to your cafe?"

"Because you like the cakes we make?"

"I came to see you, even on busy days where I could catch a glimpse of you working behind the counter refilling stoxk items. Once, Steph caught me staring at you and made me buy 10 pastries," he explains snorting. "Let's just say my friends got a piece each."

"Why are you-"

"-telling you?" He finishes my sentence. "Because I like you."

"I'm sorry, what?" My ears are deceiving me.

He giggles, poking my cheek. "I like you, Grace. I have for a long time now."

"How long?"

"3 years."

I blink at his answer. "I..I... don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything."

I look at him. "But you just told me you like me. How do you expect me to not say anything? To say that I like you as well?"

"Grace, you're not obligated to say- wait, what?" Turning his head, he blinks at me.

"What?" I try so hard to not smile.

"You just said you like me."

"No, I didn't," I lied, hiding my smile.

"Grace," his hand comes to cup my face, lifting my head to meet his eyes. "Tell me before I lose my mind."

"What happens if you lose your mind?"

His gaze hardens. "You don't want to know."

I wet my lips, partially opening my mouth. "Maybe I do." I hear him growl before he smashes his lips on mine. This time, neither of us push away. His tongue darts out and I open my mouth. His hand rub my arms, up and down. "Channie," I whimper, heat pooling between my thighs.

"Yeah, baby?" He says, his thumb brushing my lower lip.

"Can we, uhm, can we take this to the bedroom?"

He chuckles as he slides his arms around my ass hoisting me up. "Say less."

He practically sprints into my room and gently lays me down on my bed. His eye catches my blanket, the pink poka dots on the white colored sheet. "What?" I ask.

"Nothing," he shakes his head and takes his shirt off.

My breath hitches in my throat. Holy fuck. I knew he was fit but this.....holy fucking shit. Then his takes his jeans off, leaving a lot for my imagination when I see the buldge in his boxers as he takes those off too.

"Now you."

I sit up and take my tanktop off. My breasts bounce as I had no bra on. "Fuck me, Grace. You're beautiful."

My cheeks heat at the compliment and my arms come up automatically to hide myself but his hand stops me. "Don't hide yourself," he said as he hovers above me. "Fuck, I'm trying so hard to hold myself back."

"Don't," I gulp. "Don't hold yourself back."

"You sure? I don't want to hurt you."

I narrow my eyes and pull him down by his neck. "Channie if you don't fuck me in the next 5 seconds, I'm going to burn your clothes so you'd have to walk back home, butt naked."

"Feisty, damn," he groans as he takes my shorts off leaving. "As much as I would love to taste you, I need to feel you around my cock."

"Please," I whine.

He smashes his lips on me again, this time with desperation as he settles in between my legs. I feel the tip at the enterance of my cunt. "Ready?"

I nod. He lines himself before slowly pushing in. "Oh, shit- you're fucking tight."

I close my eyes, feeling the delicious burn as fully bottoms himself inside. "Mm, Channie. You feel so goo-" I get cut off as he pulls back and slams his hips.

"Yeah, fuck, you cunt feels so good," he pants and grabs my left breast. "And I love these, fuck, perfect."

He sets a fast pace and doesn't stop snapping his hips. He pinches my nipple, causing the familiar knot to form in my lower belly. "Fuck, I feel you clenching. Are you close?"

I moan in response and his thrusts pick up speed. The only sounds resonating in the room was the snap of his hips. "I'm going to cum," I moan. He brings his hand down to my clit, rubbing it with his thumb. And that was all it took for me to go over the edge. "Channie!"

"Oh fuck, milk my cock, baby. Make a mess," he groans as his thrusts become brutal and I'm pretty sure my poor cervix is bruised. "I'm coming, fuck, I'm gonna fill your tight little pussy. You want that? You want me to fill you up and make you mine?"

"Yes, yes! Make me yours, Chan."

"Fuck," he voice becomes strained as veins protrude in his neck and he stills, emptying himself inside me, painting my inner walls.

As we catch our breath, I notice he hasn't pulled out. "What are you doing?" I ask, still out of breath.

He suddenly grabs my thighs as I feel him harden. "Oh my god."

He grins, licking his lips. "Up for round 2, mi amore?"

A/N: this was for @gracebang143 hope you enjoy :)

[blackcherryvelvet0909]

Carnival Fair (Epel x GN!Reader)

Content Warning: Vomiting mentioned Note: Reader is implied to be the same height as or shorter than Epel

“Alright, next ride!” Epel grinned wide as his eyes scanned the carnival. “Where ‘r we goin’?”

“The Scrambler sounds fun,” Deuce said. He looked down at the small carnival map in his hands, little dots marking everything of interest. “That’s over to the right. There’s also that water ride over there,” he said as he pointed to the ride in question. 

“That kiddy shit?” Epel scoffed as he smirked. “C’mon, Deuce, ya gotta have somethin’ better than that.” 

“Well, when you guys are done bickering,” Ace glanced over his shoulder at you all as he walked away, “you can meet me at that coaster over there.” 

The roller coaster in question was called Sunside Sweep. It looked fun, but you weren’t sure if you were ready for something so thrilling. You and your little group -Ace, Deuce, Jack, and Epel - had just eaten all that junk from the food trucks, and you knew it would come right back up if you went through even one loop. Ace would realize that soon. You knew you couldn’t stop him if you tried, so you just waved at him as he left. You scooted closer to Deuce to look at the map. “How about the little river boat ride?” you asked. 

“Again, that shit’s for babies.” Epel rolled his neck, a small pop sounding from it as he groaned. “Ah want somethin’ that’ll be fun.” 

“How about The Blender?” Jack piped up for the first time since lunch. “That looks fun - not too bad on the stomach, either.” 

At least one other person was thinking of your digestive systems. You looked over towards the ride in question; you watched as it swung back and forth, the bottom half of its body turning as it went. Not too thrilling, yet not too boring. It was-

“Good enough, ah guess.” Epel shrugged as he started heading towards the ride. “But ah’m with Ace - ah want to get on a coaster after this.” 

“Alright,” Deuce said as he folded the map and tucked it back in his jean pocket. “The Blender it is.” 

You smiled and nodded as you walked after Deuce, Jack close to your side as you went. The aftertaste of cream soda and funnel cake still lingered on your tongue - so good! You hoped to get a little more sweets before you had to leave. 

***

“You alright there, [Y/n]?” Epel asked as he eyed you curiously. 

You sat on a bench in front of the entrance to The Blender, hunched over with your hand over your mouth. “Y-Yeah, I’ll be fine.” 

Your reassurance was ill received. Jack kneeled down in front of you, ears flattened against his head. “Take it easy, alright? Maybe we should stay off of the rides for a while.” 

“But the carnival closes in two hours!” you protested. “By the time it opens again, we’ll have to go back to the college. I don’t want to-” You mumbled a groan as your stomach grumbled uncomfortably. You managed to finish your sentence in a garbled whisper, “I don’t want to ruin this.” 

“You won’t ruin anything,” Deuce reassured you with a smile. He sat next to you and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. “We’ve been out here since this morning - we’ve had so much fun. We can go back to the hotel if you want.” 

“No, no,” you shook your head, “I’ll just…stay here for a bit.” You forced a smile as you looked from Deuce to Jack. “I’m sure my stomach will settle after a few minutes. I’ll catch up with you guys once I’m better.” 

“Alone?” Jack furrowed his eyebrows at the thought. “I don’t like the sound of that. What if you get worse and need someone?” 

“I have my phone, remember?” You held up the phone Crowley had given you months earlier. It wasn’t the most reliable device, but it’d get you through in a pinch. “I can call someone to come get me - and you guys can text me whenever you want!” 

“[Y/n],” Deuce started, voice filled with concern, “we can’t just-”

“Ah’ll stay with them.” The three of you looked up at Epel, who now stood in front of you. His hands were shoved in his jacket pockets; that letterman looked really nice on him, you thought. “Y’all go on ahead.” 

Your expression fell and you began to shake your head. “Epel, no, I’ll be-” 

“That weren’t a suggestion.” He flopped down in the seat opposite you. He directed his next words to the other two present. “Y’all go find Ace, see if he still wants to ride that coaster. I’ll meet up with y’all when [Y/n]’s better.” 

The two boys stared at Epel for a moment, as if trying to get a read on him. To your surprise, they made no argument - they simply nodded and smiled. Deuce glanced over at you, “We’re only a text or phone call away. If you ever need us, don’t be afraid to.” 

“Yeah,” Jack affirmed. Though his smile remained, he looked you dead in the eye with his next words. “And don’t try and push yourself too hard. If you’re faking being better, I’ll know. I-”

“Yeah, yeah, you can smell it.” Epel waved Jack off and gave him a lopsided smirk. “Go on, get! Tell me if Ace vomits his guts up.” 

With another nod and a chuckle from Deuce, the two turned and made their way to the Sunside Sweep. Though you smiled at them as they left, the moment they took their attention off you both, you frowned and looked over at Epel. “You really don’t have to stay here with me. I know you looked forward to this more than anyone.” 

“Eh,” Epel shrugged his shoulders, “it’s just a carnival. Not like ah’ll never get to go to one again.” 

That didn’t make you feel any better. You didn’t notice your frown morph into a pout as the guilt overwhelmed you. Your eyes grew big with sadness at the thought of Epel missing out on yet another thing he wanted to do. And you’d all finally managed to sneak him away from Vil’s eye! It wasn’t fair…

Epel glanced over at you - his expression fell as he took in your sad look. “H-Hey, what’s with the pout? Ya looked like a kicked puppy.” He smiled to try and cheer you up. “It really don’t bother me.” He poked at your cheek, “C’mon, buck up!” 

You wanted to believe him, you really did…but your mind kept wandering to how excited he’d been the day before. He was the one to suggest the fair to you all; Epel had been the one up really early, anxious to go. You glared down at your stomach in a mix of shame and frustration. You knew you shouldn’t have eaten all that food…

Epel observed your current state and sighed. “Ahlright, if ya really wanna make it up to me,” he stood up from the bench, “let’s go on the ferris wheel.” 

You raised your head as you eyed Epel, confused by the suggestion. “You said it was a baby ride.” 

Epel clicked his tongue and scratched the back of his neck. “Well, it’s not that bad. ‘Ts not the worst ride in the world.” He glanced down at you with a lopsided smile. “That and, ah mean, if that upsets yur stomach, yur real bad off.” 

You supposed he had a point. You glanced over at the ferris wheel, watching as it turned at a slow, languid pace. It looked rather peaceful…you gave a small nod as you slowly stood. “Y-Yeah, I guess it’ll be fine.” 

Epel smiled, relieved that you agreed. He tugged at your wrist and gently pulled you along with him towards the ride. Thankfully, there wasn’t a line when you arrived. Epel reached into his pocket and dug out two tickets and handed them to the ride operator. They tucked the tickets away in a pouch on their belt before they led you up the stairs to where the carriages docked. There was a railing either side of the stairs for you to grab…yet Epel held your hand the whole way up. He glanced at you as the next empty carriage came to a stop; he glanced back when the operator opened the door and directed both of you inside. 

Once safety tucked inside, sat on benches opposite each other, the operator closed the door. Seconds later, you began to move. You lightly gripped your bench as the carriage swayed as it traveled upward, pulled up by the wheel. You bit your lip to hold back a grunt as your stomach turned at the slightest movement. Epel seemed to notice your discomfort - within seconds he was beside you, hand rested on your knee as he examined you. 

“You aren’t gonna throw up on me, are ya?” he asked, looking a little nervous at the thought. 

“N-No, I think I’m fine.” This time, your smile was not forced as you looked Epel in his pretty blue eyes. “Thank you…for making sure I’m okay, I mean.” 

“Well, ah mean, what didja want me to do?” he asked, voice laced with a small chuckle. “Leave ya there to die? I ain’t like Ace - I’m not an asshole.” 

You let out a small giggle. “It’s still a little weird to hear you cuss out loud like that.” 

“Ah know, right?” Epel leaned back and crossed his arms behind his head, his right leg crossed over his left knee. “Keep waitin’ for Vil to pop out from behind somethin’ and squawk at me for it.” 

“Is he treating you better?” you asked. “Since his overblot, I mean.” 

“Yeah,” Epel replied with a nod. “Still scolds me fer somethin’ just ‘bout every day, but ‘s not as bad.” He glanced at you as his teeth peeked through his smile. “He’ll even compliment me every now ‘n again.” 

“That’s good.” You straightened your posture; you suddenly felt a lot better. “I’m happy he’s allowing you to be more free - more like yourself. I like it.” 

“Oh yeah?” Epel now smirked as he uncrossed his legs and arms, sitting up before he inched closer to you. “What’chu like ‘bout me?” 

“W-Well…” Now you suddenly felt nervous. His gaze was more intense than before, like he was trying to look into your very soul. Paired with that smirk on his face, he looked…attractive. Well, he always did, but…it was different. You scrambled to think of something. 

“I…I like how laidback you are. You’re a lot more confident, too. It…suits you.” 

“Mm, yeah?~” He inched closer with every passing second, so much so you had to scoot back along the bench to allow him room. “Ya like how manly ah can be? When ah’m out of all that frilly stuff?” 

“What you wear doesn’t matter.” Something shifted in Epel’s gaze, but you couldn’t tell exactly what it was. “I guess it’s because you can be more…free? You don’t have to remind yourself of manners and other things; you can be yourself. I like that you can just be…well, you.” 

Epel took in your words for a moment, as though to let them soak into the deepest parts of his brain. In those seconds, his expression had fallen into something akin to surprise - shock, even. Then, slowly, that expression came back, but this time the smirk was wider than it had been before. His eyes narrowed as he got even closer, so close your back now pressed against the wall of the carriage. The curve of the carriage’s body made your back contort to its figure. To do that, you had to sink down a little in your seat - to where Epel now towered over you. 

“You know how cute ya look when yur all genuine ‘n shit?” Epel lowered his face down towards yours. “Real cute, sweetheart~” 

Your heart pounded in your chest, a flush of red rising to your cheeks. You’d never seen Epel like this, so forward, so…hot. Hot was the word, yet you never dared let yourself think it. Epel was your friend, one of the guys! You wouldn’t let yourself think of him as something more, but now…now it was all you could think of. 

“Tell me somethin’, sweet thang.” His lips were now beside your ear. Even at this angle, you could still glimpse that handsome grin. “Why do ya think I wanted to stay with ‘cha?” 

“T-To make sure I was okay?” 

“Ye, that,” his hair tickled your cheek as he got really close to your ear, “and because ah don’t want the other guys tryin’ to take what I want.” 

Your heart nearly lurched out of your chest as the carriage suddenly came to a stop. In that quick commotion, you almost didn’t notice the lips that brushed against your cheek. But you did - you were sure your cheeks were as red as Ace’s hair. Epel suddenly scooted away from you, then pulled you back up to a sitting position. As soon as you sat up, the carriage door opened. In stepped Ace, who was led into the car by Deuce. He looked pretty bad, face a near green color as he glanced in your direction. 

Deuce clumsily sat him on the bench opposite you and Epel, Jack stepping in behind him as the door slammed closed. You glanced out the small window on the door to see the ferris wheel’s operator, who looked a little too happy to leave you all in there with Ace. When you turned your gaze back on the redhead, you could see why: he looked ready to pass out, or barf, whichever came first. 

“Da hell happened to you?” Epel asked. 

“This is what five rides on two different coasters, with four sodas in-between, will get you,” Jack replied as he sat beside Deuce. He glared at Ace, who sat next to the large window of the carriage. “I told him not to do it, but he wouldn’t listen.” 

Ace grumbled something unintelligible in response, though didn’t even bother to look at Jack to deliver it. He simply stared out the window, gaze a thousand yards away from where they were. Deuce simply shook his head, a sorry smile on his face as he patted Ace’s shoulder. “It’ll wear off eventually, man, don’t worry.” Deuce mumbled something under his breath as he took his hand off Ace. “Hopefully before Riddle finds out what you did.” 

You nearly jumped out of your seat at Epel’s laugh bellowed out next to you. “What did ah tell ya?” He lifted his index finger into the air, “One braincell.” 

“C’mon, Epel, give the guy a break,” Deuce said, though a snicker lay hidden beneath his words. 

“Oh, like he gave me a break when ah dropped my lunch all over myself that time when ah-”

You didn’t hear that next part - you were distracted by the arm Epel draped over your shoulders. Though you smiled as the three continued to talk, and as Ace continued to glare and grumble (he even managed to flip the bird once), you were constantly aware of how secure Epel held you. He nary took his arm off you the rest of that afternoon at the fair. And whenever you’d peek over at him, he’d catch you - then smirk and wink. 

[the-whispers-of-death]

happy ending for serial killer!stone at last. yay :)

just ignore the extreme isolation of returning back to life they both feel. idk lets put this smack dab in the middle and say that it took magic user!reader 15 years to bring them back.

imagine asking their lovers about literally anything. "oh i cant find [x] in stores :(" only to find out that oh. it got discontinued. probably 90% of the things they knew are gone now, or changed fundamentally

you know that one news article thing that was like "prisoner sentenced to s lifetime, dies and is brought back to life. argues a lifetime is over and he should be free" thats what i imagine serial killer!stone being like. yeah his story did end in tragedy. but then his fuckass boyfriend went and brought him back so like. does this count as just a new chapter or a new whole story entirely, separate from the first. what.

or maybe something something necromancy being so taxing on magic user!reader's body that theyre now back at square one. just there, unresponsive, not reacting to touch. in the same state he was 15 years ago.

maybe criminal!stone's conflicted about this. yes his boyfriend and his boyfriend's boyfriend are alive again. but at the cost of his other boyfriend probably being bedbound for a few weeks at the minimum, unable to do any magic for even longer. and he cant split himself in three to take care of them all, as much as it kills him.

or. something something kali intigrating himself into the relationship. slowly learning how they all tic and what theyre like. idk how being ghosts affected this all tho. they probably could both see each-other, but seeing the living world? maybe just in small flickers with months in between? glimpses into the lives of criminal!stone and magic user!reader.

sure, reader could probably sense them, but they couldnt interract. maybe reader greeting them at times. "oh, hi kali.. stone." knowing they cant reply. and within seconds, its gone. something something being spiritually bound to magic user!reader? because of the extent they interact with both spirits?

maybe it really was just serial killer!stone's first attempt at life which must end in tragedy. but that doesnt exempt him from me smushing him into the angst blender and putting that sucker in turbo blend mode

idk i woke up like 30min ago. idk how connected any of these thoughts are

~ rusty

The angsty side of me wants to say that Serial Killer!Stone's story still ends in tragedy despite dying once already.

Kali dies again and so does Magic User!Reader. The only reason Criminal!Stone is alive is because the universe is just like "This is not how your story ends." And so now he and Serial Killer!Stone are the only ones left and Criminal!Stone turns resentful towards Serial Killer!Stone because if only he hadn't tried to become happy, then you would be alive.

[honourablejester]

Watching the Sandman Calliope story, and maybe this is just everyone’s brains being different, but why the fuck do you need inspiration for ideas? Ideas are a dime a dozen! Read two books and watch a nature documentary and there’s at least 15 ideas in there. I just … If we’re talking a premise, a one sentence concept, ‘in the year 5000 there are werewolves on Mars’ or what have you, they are limitless. You don’t need a Greek goddess for that, just go for a walk and read some fiction that weekend.

I can see needing a muse for motivation. For the skill and energy and time and will to turn that premise into an actual story, to make the words flow and the phrases turn good. But the premise, the idea? Do you live in a box? Go outside for a while and read some other stories.

Like, is this just me being weird? Am I blessed by a good relationship to the muses and just think that’s standard? But everything Madoc says in that second presentation, when Dream’s already inflicted inspiration on him, that’s bang on. Ideas are everywhere. Stories are everywhere. Now, taking them and turning them into a printable manuscript that you could then actually show to people, that’s a different, hah, story, but if you just need stories to tell yourself at night to get yourself over the hump into sleep, or daydreams, or a premise to get you started …

I honestly have no idea how someone could run out? Writer’s block, I get, but that’s not having no stories to me, it’s having all my stories feel clumsy or irritating, or just no motivation to put any of them on paper/screen. Like, are my ideas good? Maybe not. But there sure are a lot of them.

I don’t know, maybe this is just my brain, but holy god Richard Madoc seems pathetic to me. I mean, he’s definitely supposed to be pathetic, but like even more so. You can’t even come up with an opening premise? Why do you want to be a writer if you have no stories to tell?

Not that there’d be any good reason to keep a Muse captive, and we’re not going to go into everything else that shows him for an absolute scumbag here. But just taking what he said, that he needs ideas. If it had been the motivation/fluency/translation-into-format problem, I’d at least sympathise a little bit. He still should have just hired a ghost writer like a normal person and just dropped his blurb/outline off with them, but at least he’d have done some of the work. But just. ‘I need her. If I didn’t have her, I wouldn’t be able to write, I wouldn’t have ideas.’ I am one with Dream’s face when those words came out of his mouth. An idea is the basic unit of storytelling. You can’t even reach step one?

I don’t know why this makes me so irrationally angry. But you can pick up ideas on a street corner. Just steal them like a normal hack! Ask 10 people in coffee shops what type of books they’d like to read and shake the results until a basic plot falls out. Read 10 short stories, pick your favourite elements of each of them, and throw them in a blender. Find an online concept generator, there’s loads of them!

And I get it, not every idea you come across is going to be one that you yourself can work with. But I’m just … If you can’t even come up with that much, did you make any effort at all?

And honestly. Saying this to the Lord of Dreams. The personification of the global subconscious. The personification of storytelling. No wonder Dream just downloaded an avalanche of concept fragments into his brain until he went mad. You want ideas? There are 20 million of them. Pick one and let us all get on with our lives, you pathetic sack of shit.

Wow. I’m just. Richard Madoc makes me angry? On a moral level, yes, absolutely, but also just on put some fucking effort in level. An idea? Just read. For fuck’s sake.

Sorry. I have a screaming headache today, and this man just annoys me. The amount of harm caused for the most pathetic reason. I cannot.

[bloodybloob]

“Where- is Cub?”

—

Corrupted Twilight! (I did this all in one day, please help- I also forgot the lines beneath his eyes so those are there now, I didn’t get any sleep last night, please forgive me Twilight simps).

(Links to Corrupted Legend, Corrupted Four)

Entire time I was making this left brain was like- “This is obvious and dumb, and my artwork isn’t even that good-“ while right brain was like- “hehe, funny wolf man”

Explanation below, gets a little dark (not as bad as Four’s tbh)

So yeah, since there aren’t any transformations in Botw I decided for this (I guess au now? Why do I keep doing this? I’m too invested-) that Wild would be one of the uncorrupted Links that is running away from the corrupted, which played perfectly into Twilight’s corruption due to their relationship.

I’ve never actually played TP, so I have no idea how Twilight’s wolf form works, so just assume some random bull crap happens- probably because of Dark Link- and his wolf brain completely overwrites his sense, making Twilight go feral with wolf instincts (wow, gotta love how much detail I put into that compared to Four’s-).

Because of Twilight and Wild’s mentor and protégé relationship, along with Twi’s personal nickname for Wild being ‘Cub’, I decided that Twilight is out to specifically catch Wild. His wolf brain put his human brain in the blender for a hot second and his relationship with Wild in his mind came out as “yep, that’s my wolf cub” and is now hunting him and the other uncorrupted Links down so he can get his cub.

Unlike most of the others, where they’re hunting the uncorrupted Link’s down because they’ve turned into fiendish creatures of myth, Twilight is basically just acting like a stressed wild animal whose baby keeps running away from him. Just add a dash of “the Links that are with cub are trying to hurt him and so they must die” and you’ve got corrupted Twi!

Tbh though, he is actually the least dangerous, well, in certain scenarios. He can still turn into Wolfie, but now he is more akin to that of a werewolf:

-Depending on the moon cycle, he is either more or less aggressive. Closer to or during the new moon he can actually speak a bit (not much, he is still stuck in his wolf brain), while further from or during the full moon he becomes completely nonverbal and will have more wolf like features such as longer claws, fur, and teeth.

-Nearer to the new moon he sometimes is docile enough to be deemed safe to stick around with the uncorrupted Link’s. He helps out when he understands what they want, defends them, and occasionally chokes out a few garbled sentences (all while hovering over Wild like he’s his shadow).

-This only lasts a few days however: a crescent and he goes almost completely nonverbal and stops understanding them aside from the occasional gesture, closer to the quarter moon he begins to get aggressive and possessive over Wild, and by a quarter it’s time to ditch him and wait till the next crescent moon to welcome him back. This repeats until he inevitably figures out the pattern and something probably bad happens.

-Nearer to the full moon he’s shifting into Wolfie more often; he's desperately trying to find his little pack mate and will become ruthless at this time. It’s so bad that the uncorrupted Link’s have to keep track of moon cycles and continue moving for days without rest until the gibbous has long since passed.

So yeah, Corrupted Twilight! He’s probably differs the most of the corrupted as his goals are strange. I’m pretty tempted to write something on this and if I do you best be ready to see Twilight the most, as he’s the fastest, travels by land, and can track the others. He probably isn’t the biggest threat though as he is docile at best and whisking Wild away at worst (oh, and attempting to kill the other Links, that too, but only like 3/4ths of the time!).

Who should I do next? I’m planning on Wild, Sky and Wind being the uncorrupted (I actually don’t know if Wind has a transformation in his games or not and don’t know where to look, please tell me if he does or doesn’t) while Legend, Four, Twilight, Warriors, Time and Hyrule are the corrupted ones.

Also please send ideas if you have any! I haven’t played most of these games and don’t know what the best options would be!

I want Rulie to still be a fairy but mixed with one of the many creepy and messed up fae creatures, but I don’t know which as my knowledge of them is pretty spattered.

Time might be the fierce deity, but I’m not sure if that’s the best option and not quite sure how to incorporate it.

And for Warriors I’m thinking about something based on the scene where he pulls the master sword and has to fight Dark Link and his flaws, but still unsure what to do.

Guess that’s all, just noticed these are getting longer and longer as we go on, help-

[noodyl-blasstal]

A noise like a sack of soup being thrown at the door startled Taako out of his trance. He hesitated, not sure whether he dared find out what was on the other side. Taako wished Krav was here, Krav was the adult in this flat and he probably wasn’t scared of noises in the night. The noise came again, but this time more scrapey. Well, that definitely meant he didn’t imagine it, but it also meant he needed to find something to kill a ghost with. Umbrella? Umbrella. It was good enough for Rhianna, it was good enough for him.

The scrabbling sound propelled him across the room, and Taako realised too late that he should have texted Krav or something. “Gonna get murdered by a ghost, btw I always thought you were super hot and thought about kissing you a lot. Bye forever xx” Normal flatmate stuff.

“Taaakkkkoooooooooooo???” the familiar and distinctly un-ghostly voice came from the other side of the door. Taako lowered the umbrella, and gently cracked the door. It flew open as Kravitz, who must have been sat with his back against it, flopped into the room and grinned beautifically up at him from the floor. 

“Taakooooooo!!!!!! You’re home! I love it when you’re home!” Kravitz’s words had, at best, been pulsed in a blender. Taako could just about pick out what he said, although he worried it was wishful thinking… he loved it when Krav was home too. 

“Is there a reason you’re on the floor, kemosabe?” Taako tried to keep his voice light and teasing, but he was worried. Kravitz didn’t really drink, this wasn’t normal behaviour, especially not coupled with the way he’d been prowling the flat earlier, starting a sentence, then clamming up immediately.

“S’nice” came the simple reply. Taako’s floor was nice, he got a new carpet when he moved in and it was plush as all hell. A tiny luxury in amongst all the shitty second hand street furniture he found.

“Fine” Taako joined him, flopping backwards so that his head was next to Kravitz.

“So, you’re drunk.” It wasn’t a question, even less so since it now smelled like Taako was inside a bottle of whisky. Krav was going to have a bad day tomorrow.

“Nuh uh!” Kravitz shook his head emphatically, more of a full body twist as apparently he’d lost all concept of motor skills.

“Just a few, for courage! I’m gonna be so brave Taako” Kravitz turned his head to face Taako and looked so earnestly into his eyes. It would be very very easy to kiss the stupid idiot right now, and he absolutley couldn’t. 

“You’re always brave Krav. Shall we get you to bed or are you sleeping in my doorway? You’re going to have a monster hangover, my guy” Taako prodded Kravitz’s shoulder, hoping to inspire movement. He could go and be adorable and drunk in his own space, and Taako could get him a glass of water and an ibuprofen and go back to his bedroom and pine more. Perfect. 

“No! I have to tell you I’m in love with you first. Then I can go to bed.” Kravitz smiled, closing his eyes and inclining his head.

“WAIT!” He opened them again

“I wasn’t supposed to tell you I loved you like that. There was a speech” His brow wrinkled and he pursed his lips, his thinking face.

“Taako! I’m in love with you.” He grinned again, a big goofy smile, and added,

“Nailed it.” 

Taako was speechless. That didn’t happen often.

Kravitz was in love with him? Or, more accurately, Krav was drunk off his ass and spewing random bullshit and Taako was going to fall more in love with him and make things awkward forever. He absolutely couldn’t take advantage of this poor drunk man, but that didn’t stop him feeling like he was going to throw up. Not bile, glitter or something? His stomach was doing weird flips and he absolutely didn’t have time to pay any attention because Kravitz’s lower lip was twitching ominously. 

“Oh no” He said in a little voice, then added in a rush.

“I should have brought you flowers, and cookies, and wrote you a song, and not been in your doorway.” This was sounding dangerously like Kravitz was about to start crying, and a drunk crying beautiful man was not what he needed right now because Taako would naturally have to hug him, and they’d end up spooning again, and Kravitz liked to be the small spoon and Taako wouldn’t want to let him go ever.

“Shut up, you dork. I love you too” It was fine, he wouldn’t remember this in the morning. He was way too far gone to remember this in the morning.

“Now, let’s get you to bed, your back’s going to be so sore” Taako sat up and turned round to heave Kravitz into something approximating a sitting position. He was basically going to have to carry this idiot to bed, and he was going to love him more because of it. Taako could just tell. Urgh.

“It’s been a while, you’ll have to be gentle with me” Kravitz muttered, head flopping onto his shoulder. 

Taako couldn’t help snorting. Oh gods, this absolute moron.

“Bubbleh, I meant your back would be sore because you’ve been lying on the floor. You can’t sleep in my doorway. You need to go to bed and sleep. You’re in no state to consent to anything right now, and Taako takes things slow. C’mon” Kravitz groaned unhappily. Taako rolled his eyes, this man was sent to torture him. He stood up and heaved Kravitz with him.

The stagger down the hallway didn’t take long, but it felt like an eternity as Kravitz kept trying to stroke his hair, or touch his face. The whole trip was punctuated with

“You’re so pretty”

“You’re illegally handsome. I’m gonna arrest you”

“How did your hair get so nice?” 

Taako gritted his teeth and kept hauling Kravitz, dumping him on his bed. Kravitz gave him a look which should have been illegal when he did it.

“Krav! Behave!” Taako said sternly, he wasn’t going to survive this. Kravitz did not behave. He looked like he was having the time of his life.

As Taako wrestled his boot off Krav started wriggling away, giggling slightly. Taako held on firmly and pulled him back towards the edge of the bed, the noise Kravitz made when he did it went straight to his head. Fuck. He was absolutely done for. Mind, Krav was currently staring at him open mouthed, so at least he wasn’t the only one having ~feelings~.

Once he’d peeled off the other boot and convinced Kravitz to wriggle out of his smart jeans and button down and into boxers and a tshirt he was nearly home free. Taako brandished the silk scarf at Kravitz

“Please Krav, just put this on and you’re done.” He was aware of the slight desperation creeping into his voice, but he really needed to talk to sober Krav about this, or just ignore it and hope it went away. Then no one needed to know he had emotions.

“Murph” Said Kravitz. Face down in his duvet and inexplicably upside down. 

“My guy, you’re going to be pissed if they get brittle.” Taako nudged him until Krav turned over, and used that as his chance to dive in and do a bad job (better than nothing?) at securing his locs for the night.

“Right, you absolute menace, you’re ready for bed.” 

“Taako?”

“Yes Krav?” Taako tried to sound frustrated, it came out fond.

“You love me!” Kravitz was tired, but triumphant.

Taako paused for a second, but it was true.

“Yeah, I love you”

“I’m really glad. I’m gonna tell you again tomorrow, and we’re gonna kiss about it. We’re gonna kiss about it so good.”

Taako choked on his own spit. Kravitz wasn’t going to remember this tomorrow, it was fine. He grabbed some water and medicine and left it by the bed.

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Taako woke to the sound of Kravitz doing unspeakable puking crimes. Maybe he should have tried to feed him? He didn’t think of that… at least he could make him a good breakfast… well… lunch, it was nearly midday and it didn’t sound like he’d be eating anything too soon. 

Feeling benevolent, Taako brought more water and knocked softly on the door.

“Krav? You need a drink?” 

A barely human groaning noise came in reply. Taako took that as a strong maybe and cracked the door, politely ignoring the smell of acid-whisky. Lots of carbs… so many soaking carbs for Kravitz.

Taako perched on the bath beside the huddled form melding itself into the toilet.

“Heeeeeeey Kraverino! How you feelin’?” Taako grinned from ear to ear. Hangovers were great when you didn’t have them.

Kravitz turned his head and glowered up at him.

“I did this for you.” His sentence was cut off by a dry heave.

Taako felt less smug. Did he remember?

“What… what do you mean, thug?” 

“I have a fucking impeccable me…” Kravitz’s words were punctuated by a dry heave, but he soldiered on as if nothing happened.

“...mory, Taako. I love you, you love me, we’re going to kiss about it once I’m done puking.” 

Taako blinked. This, this wasn’t how he pictured this going down. Kravitz stated it like it was a fact. Well… he guessed it was a fact. Fuck. Was it just this simple the entire time? Gods. Communication, who knew?

“Fine. But you’re brushing your teeth three times.”

“Twice and you hold my free hand the entire time.”

“Deal. You drive a hard bargain Krav”

Kravitz didn’t reply, he was puking again.

[headstrongblake]

i thought you were dead meme - i didn't think i'd survive it, either. / grant after torture / @thewholecrew​

   nick had been in the midst of reading on the couch in the early hours of morning when octavia had come stumbling in from the beach. he smirked, lobbing some insult about where she’s been all night towards her in a carefree manner before brows furrowed, confusion and irritation setting in as she laid herself across the couch. “ you have a room.. ” he muttered as octavia shoved his elbow out of the way to settle her head in his lap. he frowned, closing the book on his finger before he glanced down at her, nearly asleep. instead of forcing her to drag herself upstairs, nick sighed heavily, adjusting as he went back to his book. 

     after making it through another three chapters of his book, nick’s eyes drifted up to grant, the only other person he expected awake at this hour while the rest of the beach house was silent for once. “ i got groceries last night, you’ve got everythin’ you need for that green crap you drink. ” nick offered with a smirk before going back to his book. although he stopped reading, brow quirking as grant sat on the other couch instead of making his breakfast. she’s sleeping, as if that explained why grant hadn’t gone about his business to start up the blender in the kitchen behind them. 

    “ she’ll survive. ” nick muttered, rolling his eyes. at first, he tried to go back to the story in his book. allow his mind to quiet with someone else’s life written for him to devour and yet, as his eyes scanned the same sentence again and again, all he could think of was survival. his. the gangs. octavia’s. grant’s. everything’s been different since the kidnapping. blake is back in charge without so much as a thought to the way grant had kept them together the past four years. kassy and octavia barely speak, only have begun to act like the trouble and destruction nicklas has known since they’ve been out here. & grant...someone he’d once considered like a brother, well, nick’s trying there.

   “ y’know...when rev told me what happened in that warehouse, i went to see hunter. ” nicklas said, eyes still on the book in front of him, as if avoiding looking at grant somehow took the weight out of this conversation. sure, he’d seen the torture grant had been put through briefly when he’d gone into his apartment that night for hunter at blake’s request, but he hadn’t stuck around long enough to get details. with hunter, he got more than what he wanted to hear. “ you should have died. ” blue eyes lifted off the page of his book, shifting carefully as he put his book down on the arm of the couch. hunter had said the tortured grant had suffered had been severe and gruesome. it was a surprise he’d survived, let alone fought long enough to keep the girls unharmed. “ don’t get me wrong, i’m glad you didn’t.. ”

    as nicklas had shifted to put his book down, octavia felt sick with the movement and lack of food in her system. she almost opened her eyes right then to rush off to a bathroom before crashing somewhere much darker but nick had been speaking to someone. unsure who else was in the room with them, octavia remained unmoving. quiet but awake. i didn’t think i would survive it, either. her breath hitched at the sound of grant’s voice, suddenly feeling like she’d become part of this intimate conversation she hadn’t meant to.

   “ what was it grant? ” nick asked curiously, head tilting as he fully looked at grant now. after what they had done to those men who broke into the blake apartment, nick had to wonder what he’d held onto that got him through it. in the end, all of vile men had begged for their lives, to be with different people they loved. “ what made you want to survive? ” both octavia and nicklas waited for a response, although without realizing it, octavia held her breath. from what she’d experienced with him over the past year, there wasn’t anything left that made grant want to be alive.

[greatnessordeath]

villain Deku x !femreader

PART 2

3.3 k words Part 1 if you missed it or read on ao3 Happy Halloween everyone!

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You can’t put into words how pissed you are. It sucks. SO FUCKING HARD. 

Urgh, why’s he always five steps ahead of you? 

Is he so outragingly smart or are you just predictably dumb? It’s maddening. You can’t stop thinking about what happened. Burning hot anger eats at your gut, gnaws at your insides and makes you grind your teeth too harshly. There's no way you could've foreseen that he’d be immune to the suppressor. Or that he would actually … dare to kiss you.

Your lips tingle at the thought. Wait - they what? TINGLE? Sorry, but no. They at the very most feel alien after Deku had the audacity to claim them. Additional disgust creeps up your throat at the thought of his spit inside of you. You try to shake it off and stay focused. The special unit must arrive soon. Despite your effort, the following minutes passed in a haze: rejoining with the special unit, exchanging infos, reporting and post-processing what happened. The helicopter unit kept searching but all they transmitted via radio was 'negative'. They didn’t find anything. Not a single hint. He was gone like the last bit of hope.

You’ve been dead on your feet for almost 24 hours by now and the adrenaline that kept you going starts to fade. At this point, you feel only bitter disappointment.

Already brooding how to nab him the next time you stare out of the tinted window of a special rescue van. The others on the scene practically shoved you in there to treat your injuries. Chewing your bottom lip, you don’t want to talk at all. You just can’t stand the presence of other humans right now. Their pitying looks make you sick. 

It was only topped by a compassionate shoulder squeeze from a young paramedic. “Don’t,” you growl and do your best to stare them down. Taken aback, they carry on to regenerate your wrists mumbling an apology. You condone it silently. Urgh, you don't want to be rude, but it's already stressful not to scream at them to mind their own business.

Prickling warmth spreads in your arms due to the accelerated metabolism. Your cells reunite and multiply in a blazingly fast tempo. The bones come together with a snap and the swelling sets back in seconds. You say your biddings to the distressed-looking paramedic to get out of there asap. They keep on telling you what movements to avoid et cetera, but as soon as they’re finished with the bandage, you storm out into the chilly night, without another word.

Breathing in the crisp air helps you ground. You take out your notepad to scribble down anything that might get lost in oblivion. Your wrists still hurt, but it could be worse.

The blank page stares back at you mockingly. Where should you start? Your brain feels like it was smoothly mixed in a high-speed blender. Your hands shake and fail to write out any words. Breathe.  Concentrate. Go back in time. Remember him. How he moved. What he said. How he looked and smelled and tasted.

Sweet.

Snap! You break the pencil you're holding in half. White knuckles under your bandaged fists let hot pain mount in your throat. “Hey, you okay?”, someone asks with a voice, heavy with concern. You give the person quick side eyes, to see if you could fob them off. Well, no - it was Naomasa Tsukauchi, Chief of Operations. The tall man with short dark hair had the friendly eyes of an elementary school teacher. They contrasted with the - you assume - unintended five o’clock shadow around his jaw. “Yes,” you breathe through gritted teeth. “I'm glad to hea—”

“Oh, please spare me. He got away.” You admitted salty.

“I know…” Your hands clench to fists again as you try to swallow your agitation, not aware that Tsukauchi tried to make eye contact.

“Uhhh listen, I think you should take a few days off after tonight.” He smiled benevolently.

The meaning of the sentence hits you like a truck. “What? No! WHAT? You — you can’t be serious.” You stutter unbelieving.

“Listen, —” “No! What about Deku? l—” "Listen, I already have a substitute.” You must be caught in a very bad nightmare. Desperately trying to take a grasp on reality, you blurt out “Who?” An awfully sinister feeling spreads across your body and your eyes narrow to slits. “It’s not Monoma, isn’t it?” … He tried to keep his expression treacherously neutral while yours screwed up. “God, nooooo. No, no, no. Not him!”

You can see him getting tired of your respectless behavior, because his brows knit like a range of mountains. “Silence now! He will do it, no matter how much you brag. It’s a done deal.” “You can’t do that to me! He’s such a di—” “Decisive and capable colleague. I’m sure that’s what you wanted to say, right?” His dark eyes were dangerously hard as he tried to stare you down. “Nevermind, I’m just gonna kill him myself. Just let me—” “L/N! You're going too far! This isn't fun anymore!” “It wasn't meant to be funny. I’m dead serious. I am the only one who can keep up with this green haired maniac and you know it!” “Exactly! That's why I don't want you to get carried away!” He huffed and crossed his massive arms. “You need a break.” “But we’ll lose him! We can take a break when he’s finally arrested!” “No arguing anymore. You’re already way too invested in this!” “But—” “No more buts,” he barked, slowly losing his temper, which never ever happened before. He massaged his temples and took an audible breath. “You’re human. You’re supposed to have a life. I don’t know! Sleep in, visit your family or go watch a movie with friends! You get three days off! That’s an order!” “NO, you cannot—” “Since I am your Boss, YES I CAN!” You opened your mouth to insist, but he cuts in before you can say anything. “Four days!" “Please, just let me—” “FIVE DAYS! And I’m begging you to shut up! You're making it worse.” You want to explode and blow the whole world up like Dynamight. But there was no space for negotiation without earning yourself more consequences. “You finally finished?” He snapped furiously and ran fingers through his hair. “Thank God.” It took you all what was left to bite your tongue. Your crimson face burns due to this despotism. “Fine. After that, you can come back and continue sleeping in the office. I don’t care! You hear me? But for 120 hours I don’t want to witness a single peep coming from you. No calls, no e-mails, no snooping around in the office, no contact at all to coworkers. I will know. Look at me!” You stoically lift your gaze to his agitated face. You never witnessed him act so out of frame. “Are we clear?” “Yes, Sir,” you pressed between pursed lips. “Good. I will see you again on Monday.” 

And he was gone. You want to scream until your lungs give out.

—

Getting forced days off was the worst. The absolute WORST.  It was even worse than nearly arresting Deku. You don’t want to stop. It felt like watching him run further away from you, just in time when you were close enough to stretch out a hand and finally touch him. It was like the desperate attempt to catch smoke with bare hands. In a way, you’re now absolutely empty. Useless. Deprived by the only thing that gave your life meaning, the one thing you were really good at. Your stomach twists and you want to throw up. Except there’s nothing to emit but fire and brimstone.

You are absolutely exhausted, by all means. Yet you’re burning with determination. 

Nothing could change that. Ye, a setback sucked. But it was not in the slightest a reasonable excuse for giving up. You simply gotta work harder, sink your teeth deeper and never ever let go. You must become like his shadow. Inseparable. No matter how intricate it might be to dig deeper and chase down the tiniest evidence, somehow, you will manage to find him. You always did and you always will. But for today, he slipped you. Not only that, but in a way that was... personal.

He made it personal by crossing a line. 

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If you’re about to be at home for five days, you need to buy some food. So you speed run the groceries and finally find yourself in front of the fruits. You want to grab some apples, but some rando bumps into you so you drop the packaging and they spill on the floor. 

“Fuck!” you swear. In the corner of your eye you see a hooded figure hurrying away. “Yeah, better get away before I forget myself.” You vent in a low tone to yourself and huff because everybody was an asshole these days. The apples for sure will have pressure marks, but you don’t care anymore. You throw them into your shopper basket and breathe in the smell of juicy granny smiths. Wait. What is that feeling? No, not a feeling but a …scent? Your eyes cling to the apples. You bend down to sniff them again out of sheer instinct. You can’t quite put a finger on it, but something definitely feels off.

Familiarity. That's what you sense.  But regarding your lifestyle in the office where you practically live from take out and instant noodles, you haven’t eaten fresh apples for an eternity. Where’s the sense in that? Maybe you did hit your head too hard and Tsukauchi was right. Nahhh, you’re fine. At least that’s what you tell yourself, because the uneasy feeling scratches the back of your brain all the way home. 

—

Steaming hot water runs down your hematoma strewn curves. You can’t remember what the paramedic said about showering with the bandages, but you couldn’t care less. You need to wash away the feeling of Deku’s hands on your skin. The memory of the kiss haunts you whenever you close your eyes. The feeling on your split lip is too present, still too fresh in your mind. No matter how much you try to scrub it off, the feel of him sucking and biting your lip won’t go away. Neither won’t the unholy sensation of how he pulled you close against his body and how you rubbed against him.   It wasn’t like you felt dirty or used. No, you felt betrayed. You’re angry that he’d mustered the audacity to claim you without permission. …

Your pussy clenched at the thought of consensually being claimed by Izuku Midoriya. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You brace yourself against the tiles with both hands and let water run down your neck. This must be it. You finally arrived at rock bottom.

… Nonsense. Hasn't there always been a hint of tension? If you look back real honest, yes. The door existed, deep down, where the light never shines, but you didn’t even dare to look at it, let alone open it. You sure as hell tried to push it to the back of your mind, but it's obviously kinda hard when he moans in your mouth like it was all he ever wanted.

So, should you feel ashamed for admitting you’re horny? Well, purely being horny or being horny because of the most wanted criminal throughout Honshu was clearly not the same. Fuck. You rub your skin dry too forcefully and brush your teeth unnecessarily violently. 

As you lay down in bed, you’re shredded. You’re incredibly tired, but toss and turn restlessly as if you just downed a gallon of coffee. Deku was all you could think of. Day and night. This can’t be healthy. And you definitely won’t let yourself thirst over him. It will give him some kind of power over you. You’ve no idea how, but you’re sure he would know. Somehow he always knows things he can’t… After another fruitless thirty minutes have passed, you pull open a drawer of your nightstand and down a valerian pill. Hopefully this helps, you think and roll around again. Eventually, you fall into an uneasy doze.

You’re running breathless through the dark streets of Naruhata, a blurred silhouette upon your heels. You take sharp turns but there’s nowhere to hide in the deserted streets. Everything looks gray and abandoned. The buildings appear bigger than usual and make you feel extra small. Hastily, you dash around the next corner just to find a dead end ahead of you. “Y/N… “ The thing cries out. It has Dekus voice. You’re winded and look back just to see the wrath in the bloody creature's eyes. If you were to describe it, you’d say it looks similar to Venom from the Marvel comics. But instead of black, its body is clad in forest green. The long curly tongue is covered in saliva and lashes out to grab you. You can’t dodge and in another second you’re dragged towards the scary emerald creature. No, no, no!You kick around and rip your nails to the ground, but there’s no get away. Instinctively, you squint your eyes shut as you bear down to its foaming mouth, but when you abruptly fall oh so soft, you tear them open in surprise. You’re suddenly in a king size bed surrounded by a transparent curtain. You can vaguely make out red rose petals that lay scattered on the floor. The small room is dimly lit by a bunch of white candles in every corner. You look down your own body to find yourself in a scandalous revealing, silky negligee. The lacy hem shrouds only just your crotch and exposes your legs. You cover yourself with bare arms, but his terrifying smooth voice echoes again.“Will you be a good girl for me now?”You turn around to see a familiar silhouette behind the curtain.You want to scream, but no tone leaves your lips. You grab your sore throat, but you’re muted, doomed to implied engagement. The way he chuckles so charming confirms your darkest fear. It’s definitely Deku. He starts to unbutton his white shirt while watching you squirm with a confident smirk. “Oh, we’re gonna have so much fun together.” You’re feeling nauseous as you watch the daring relief of his trained chest when he pulls out of the shirt. “I will make you cum so hard, babe.” You’re shaking your head exceedingly, voice still cracked and soundless. He undoes his belt, as you desperately begin to crouch backwards. Just away from him! “Where are you going, sweetheart? You can’t escape me.”His shoulders dance up and down while he laughs at your pathetic endeavor.

"It’s sweet how you’re playing hard to get. I can work with that."

No matter how hard you try, the distance you so desperately tried to extend, won’t grow by a bloody inch. Dammit, how big is this fucking mattress, you think to yourself whilst picking up more and more tempo sliding backwards.

“I can be anything you need me to be.” His voice is so endearing like a siren's call that resonates with your deepest physical longing.  Noooo, wrong, mistake, incorrect, awry, false - every cell in your body rebels against his intoxicating affinity.

You hold your breath as he unzips his pants and your heart thrums deafeningly loud. 

You want to avert your gaze, but it's like your eyes are magically glued to his crotch. The v line and the trail of dark hair leads your eyes downwards to his open fly. You bite your lip as traitorous heat pools in your core. Goosebumps erupt on your skin as you watch him slowly strip off his pants.

He's got the juiciest thighs, but it's the contents of Pandora's boxers that peak your interest. He pushes the veil aside and his appeal blooms in full sharpness. “I bet you can’t wait to choke on my cock, bunny.”Your cheeks burn like fire. The mattress dips from his weight, as he crawls towards you, catching your shifty eyes. The leafy green of his iris has a frightening undertone of reptile yellow. 

In the spur of the moment, you shut your eyes defensively - the only way to escape him. At least you thought so, but the scene continues in your mind's eye. He’s right in front of you at an arm’s length, growling like a predator eye to eye with his prey. “Come here!!!”You scream and shield yourself with your hands!

BANG!

You drop out of bed. Panting like crazy, you lie on the floor of your own apartment. You look around frightened and realize that it was just a nightmare. You’re in your usual big size T-Shirt which is soaked in sweat. Rubbing your eyes, you pick yourself up from the floor and storm towards the window. You rip it open to breathe fresh air and calm your heated mood. That shit was intense. The image of Deku charging at you with a gaping mouth and wide eyes is a view that will haunt you for ages. And…  so much for not letting yourself thirst over Deku. Tch… thanks subconscious! You must calm down. You needed to support your aching head and plucked up a hand. It took you several minutes to get a grip on yourself. The green haired lunatic spooked through your thoughts for far too long. Maybe you should make an appointment with your therapist. You fetch yourself a cigarette with trembling hands and greedily inhale the hellish stuff. You need another one to perceive a soothing effect at all. You watch the indigo night sky draped with heavy gray clouds. They swallow the orange light of the street lamps below and a few pigeons cut through the night. You need to wash the sweat from your face and shuffle towards the bathroom. You don’t even turn on the light, because you know the apartment by heart. Finished with your needs and changed into a new shirt, you close the window and snuggle up under the blanket once more. Your lids are heavy and the warmth of the bed is beyond cozy. You’re about to drift off, as you hear the floor creak. In the blink of an eye, you grab the 45 and switch on the nightlight. There’s nothing extraordinary, except a faint noise coming from the kitchen. You’re living alone, what the… ? You swallow and get out of bed without a creak, holding the gun with both hands. You tiptoe along the hallway towards the kitchen. You stand around the corner of the room, pressed against the wall for cover and perk up your ears. It sounds like … chewing? You take a last deep breath and step up to the intruder. When your eyes catch sight of the unmistakable green thatch, the blood freezes in your veins. Deku stands in the middle of your kitchen and bites into a granny smith with relish, so that the juice runs down his chin. “How do you know these are my favorites?” He asks with a wink and an innocent smile like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth.

[parameddic]

@hvndredstories a drabble mostly, maybe a starter RIGHT at the tail end, here it is. featuring: TK recently had an "Oh." moment about Nikolai and he's just sort of figuring out what to do about it

"Hey, Dad, um... you got a second?"

Owen Strand was three quarters of the way through making a breakfast smoothie. The blender roared halfway through the end of TK's sentence. "What?" the coconut bliss ball Owen was eating did not complement Owen's voice, thick with the fudge of it.

TK almost chickened out, hands together, elbows resting on the countertop. But he didn't. "I wanna talk to you." He in fact could think of nobody better suited to this conversation than his dad.

"Oh." The blender stopped, fragmented bits of green splattered on the sides. It dripped. Owen grabbed a bag of protein powder, but he waited for TK, before cracking it open. When TK said nothing, Owen prompted, with some amount of incredulity, "About what?" What had gotten TK to this point, where he met his dad in the kitchen at 5:20am, mid-smoothie?

The protein powder opened. TK waited until Owen was measuring out a scoop, deciding between 'enough' and 'too much'.

"It's about Nikolai." Good to get this out, because then it was on the table and there was no backing out. Owen had dumped in the powder but he came to a stop now, pulled out of his morning routine by the promise that TK might actually be ready to talk--

"About Nikolai?" Because up until now, Owen had thought Nikolai was very largely off the table. Not something TK broached. Not someone TK wanted to talk about realistically at all. (TK wished this - about Nikolai? - didn't sound almost like an interrogation.) "You never wanna talk about Nikolai."

"Yeah, well-" if Dad didn't want to talk about him --

"No, no, no, this is good. I'm - surprised, but it's not a bad thing. What brought this up?" Owen put his hands down on the countertop, leaned his weight against them, like he was at a round-table in a war room.

TK licked his lips. Hesitated. Searched for a moment, looking for if Owen was going to be mean about it. Then, experimentally, "I think I really have feelings for him, Dad." Owen had never been really unsupportive of his relationship with Alex but he'd never been thrilled about it, either. "I just wouldn't have thought he was... Right for you, you know?" TK had dismissed him at the time, but Alex had bailed pretty fucking hard, and bailed in love with someone else. Not right for him, just like his dad had said, at the time, literally the same day TK had brought Alex home, Owen had known something was up and TK hadn't had any idea.

Was that what it was like with Nikolai? Was that the look that Owen and Judd exchanged sometimes, or the conversations he knew Owen and Tommy had about them when they were in Dad's office after-hours, or that time he'd pulled Nadya aside and spoken to her for all of twenty minutes before Nadya had left, looking annoyed? Was there some warning there that TK should be hearing? 'Cause he didn't know. He didn't know about any of it. But he thought he really had feelings for him.

"Okay," Owen said, which didn't answer any of the questions TK had not asked, "well, does he know how you feel?"

"... I actually told him the complete opposite."

Owen gave him a look. "Well, that's gonna hurt your chances."

TK couldn't do this. He couldn't stand still like this and have this conversation, he couldn't just be in the one spot and explore this part of his life -- TK took a deliberate breath in and moved past Owen to switch on the kettle, "Hey, you want tea?"

"TK." That's not what Owen had meant.

"I think we're out of peppermint, but we have chamomile, and -"

"TK, chamomile is not a morning tea."

"Well, what about a rooibos?" They had a clean strainer, right? TK held the mason jar of loose-leaf herby tea like a lifeline. This had been a mistake, Owen didn't want to talk about this and TK should not have brought it up, he didn't --

"Hey." Owen put his hand on the mason jar. Actually, he put both hands on it, and carefully removed it from his son's care, because he really liked that tea and it felt safer not to let his heightened addict son handle it while he was like this. Sorry. (The mason jar clinked lightly as he set it down.) "What made you realise you liked him?" not even questioning the truth of it. Owen knew that TK liked him. Apparently all the 126 had known.

"I always liked him." This was true. He had always liked him, and always sorta had something of a crush, and he'd always sorta been managing it. Just managing it.

"So what changed?"

He swallowed, pulling away (still moving; fidgety). "I don't know." A lie, and not even one he tried very hard at. His dad didn't even have to prompt him again before TK was throwing a hand up, palm turned upward to the open air like he might pluck an answer out of it, "He came in last week, and he was so far away," dissociating, "and I just.. I thought... I don't want him to be somewhere I can't reach him."

A long beat, while Owen thought about this. He pulled out two mugs from the cupboard, which they could use for the tea, since TK had just boiled water anyway. "So... why did you tell him you didn't like him?"

That's not what he'd said, when they'd talked. That wasn't it at all. A breath in and all the way out though (TK's shoulders lifted and dropped with the movement, the hint of a shrug), "It's complicated, Dad."

"Got anything to do with Nikolai being stabbed? Or some guy trying to kill him in a fire?" His dad wasn't an idiot, despite what would have been most convenient for TK in this conversation.

"I-" and what did that say, was he costing Nikolai something because of it? Was he hurting him? TK didn't want to hurt him. Basically all of this entire relationship had just been TK not wanting to hurt him, wanting him to be safe and loved, wanting to be there to keep him loved and maybe safe, maybe safe, if he could manage it. "Maybe?"

Not the answer Owen had wanted to hear, but not much of a surprise, either. He set the strainer atop TK's cup; peeked inside the brewing tea to see how it was going. They'd give it another couple minutes. Time to draw out all the tannins. He waited TK out, and TK thought he was waiting Owen out, but TK broke first.

"I don't think I can do it," he said. Confessed. Asked, please correct him, tell him he was wrong, tell him he was being dramatic. "We talked. The places he's in sometimes - it's.. it's..." he couldn't tell him he couldn't tell him he couldn't tell him and that was part of the problem, he couldn't talk to his own family about the things going on in his life, he had to lie by omission or lie directly if they asked, and maybe he was screwing this up even by having this conversation but he felt like he needed this one, and maybe. Maybe they just had different needs. Maybe Nikolai was amazing and incredible and one of TK’s favourite humans and TK just wasn’t – good enough for him, maybe TK had rough edges that just didn’t fit into the life Nikolai was leading, maybe they… “I don’t know if I can stay sober and be close to him like that, Dad. He’s not in drugs, he doesn’t do anything related, he’s not – but we talked, and some things I just - can’t tell my family without hurting him or… hurting them.” He couldn’t be torn like that. In between. Could he? 

The thing was, his dad had never been particularly good at things related to the addiction. That had always been Gwyn’s area, more, because she got it in a way that Owen never really did, and TK was asking his opinion and he would value his opinion and he wanted his Dad to say go ahead, go for it, and what he really wanted was to talk to his mum. What TK really wanted was to ask Mum what she thought. She knew of Nikolai, had maybe said hi to him over the phone once or twice, but she didn’t know him. She’d been here over TK’s last birthday (because he’d been in the hospital, ventilated, half-frozen to death) but he and Nikolai hadn’t been - like they were now, at that point, so she hadn’t met him in person, and she’d had Jonah just another six months after that, it wasn’t… TK knew she would love Nikolai. Nikolai exuded being lovable. But god, he would have liked them to meet. Maybe he’d text Nikolai, ask him if he wanted to come on a visit-the-family trip to New York with him, TK needed to visit them anyway – he really did – 

Owen said, “Who’s asking?” and TK, who had gotten lost in thinking about visiting New York, had to backtrack for a second to figure out what his dad was even talking about. “TK,” Owen came around the counter to put a hand on his shoulder, “You think we haven’t figured out Nikolai doesn’t work just ‘in security’?” 

TK didn’t say anything. 

“He’s yours.” (Yours, Owen said, and something in TK’s chest turned over, the way it had been turning over for a while, when the 126 used that sort of wording, about Nikolai.) “I don’t know what he does, but if you do, and you want him, he is welcome at the 126. You’re not hiding him from us. We know him.” 

He gnawed at his lower lip. Anxious. That didn’t sound right, that conclusion didn’t feel like it was the right one to make, Owen was trying to be supportive and TK appreciated it so so so so much he loved to have his dad there but he still didn’t.. He still…. Quick inhale, “I overdosed after Alex.” 

“You think that’s a reason to never risk loving anyone ever again?” 

“Sort of.” Actually, yeah. He wanted to be alive. He wanted to be sober and he wanted to be alive and he wanted to be Here and he wanted to be a paramedic, these were things he was holding onto with both hands, and Nikolai was something else he held onto with both hands, and if those two things started travelling in different directions - and he worried Nikolai would, Nikolai had told him that sometimes he would - then it would tear him apart. 

“Do you think he’s trouble?” Owen levelled with him pretty flatly. “A threat, to your sobriety?” Did TK think that? Because if TK thought that he was probably right. It was one of the first things they’d been taught in family therapy, which Owen remembered because it was one of the only sessions he had attended (lady was a kook). 

“... No.” Not Nikolai himself, no. He thought Nikolai himself was pretty amazing. He wouldn’t have been - wouldn’t have all these feelings for him if he did think he was a threat. If TK had thought Nikolai himself was anything other than exactly-who-he-was.

“Well, there you go.” Like it was as simple as that. Owen picked up his own cup of tea, and began to replace the lid to the blender, still mid-smoothie and now a solid ten minutes later than he’d normally be, in his dog-out, smoothie, half-hour-run, shower-and-skincare morning routine. “I say it’s worth a shot. You should speak to him.” 

It wasn’t as simple as that. It wasn’t easy. He had wanted - he’d… this… he had wanted Owen to talk about it more, or to hear him more, to just listen harder. This didn’t feel much like he’d been listened to at all. “Really?” in fact it wasn’t what he had wanted to hear, which was strange ‘cause it was basically all the same words as what he did want to hear, just not … as in-depth as he’d wanted them to be, this didn’t feel like it. Had actually hit the issue.

Maybe it wasn’t that deep. 

“Yeah.” The blender roared, but only a quick pulse to stir through the powder, before Owen picked the jug up to pour into his waiting drinkbottle. “You two have got it bad.” 

TK eyed him. Swallowed some mildly sick feeling. 

“Hey, you want a smoothie? People say the magic is the kale, but the real secret’s the avocado. Stuff of the gods.” 

TK could do without a deity of avocados right now. “Nah, I’m gonna fill up on rooibos. Thanks.” He would probably not drink all of this cup, but it smelled nice, and it was warm, and he had more to sit and think about, now. 

“Suit yourself.” Avocado did wonders for one’s hair, was what was being left unsaid here, but TK had heard Owen talk about it often enough to read between the lines. It was the lipids.

“I gotta get ready for work. Hey, Dad,” TK said, because Owen was already back into the groove of things. The jug sloshed as he rinsed it out. 

“Yeah?” didn’t even look up. 

“Thank you,” TK said, anyway. Owen did look up. They met eyes. 

Owen said, “You’re welcome.” 

… TK didn’t even get all the way to his room before he was texting Nikolai: 

[Text -> Nikolai]: Hey, do you wanna go to New York with me? [Text -> Nikolai]: We could see everyone. I want you to meet my mum, she'll love you [Text -> Nikolai]: And I could meet your family, too?

[daisylikesmedia]

Series 7 Episode 2: Dinosaurs on a Spaceship

Heyy everyone, it seems POTD has given me more motivation to write about Doctor Who, so let’s keep the ball rolling. Season 7 started off quite weak, but now we have Dinosaurs on a Spaceship. Has there been an improvement? Let’s find out :)

So first of all I want to address the 11th Doctor’s era and sexualisation. This is a very divisive part of the character in the fandom, and something that really rears its head in series 7. Not just for the Doctor, but the plots overall.  In the first scene of this episode, Queen Nefertiti (from how I read it) tries to come on to the Doctor, and later on Solomon makes some very sexual assault-y implications to how he’s gonna treat Nefertiti. My gut reaction to these scenes was a big >:(, though I’m not typically against sexual themes in the media I watch, so let’s explore that. I think this contradiction comes around because Doctor Who, at least to me, is a show made so children can watch. It can have dark themes from time to time, become melodramatic, and include a lot of romance, but ultimately that demographic is something you’ve got to keep in mind when writing Doctor Who. The big question is, how do we feel about these kinds of scenes in Doctor Who when that audience is the focus? The more I think about it, the more ok I am with it. I’m not a fan of the more puritan approach of censoring any and all things to do with sexuality away from kids/early teens. Part of the reason I believed I was straight for so long was very much tied to that, and the one place I found representation for how *I* felt was Doctor Who with Captain Jack. On the other hand, I think Moffat in particular can push things maybe a bit too far in his earlier years as showrunner with the way the Doctor’s character is handled around River and Clara. But hey, I made this big as heck paragraph just to realise it’s all a grey area and my muddled feelings about these scenes in this episode represent a broader feeling about sexuality in Doctor Who. When sexual representation is done well, it feels right at home in Doctor Who. When it’s botched, it sticks out like a sore thumb.

ANYWAYS sexualisation ramble over, bar all that I think the Doctor is characterised fantastically in this episode. He is just adorableee here, and this is the kind of performance I hope to see whenever I tune in to an 11 episode. He bounces off of the supporting cast really well and has several lines that just slap a massive grin on my face, with my personal favourite being: Rory: “Dad, I don’t have a Christmas list anymore” The Doctor: (excitedly) “I do!!”

It’s just Matt Smith on his A game. Sure there’s not much complexity in the plot here but it’s a simple fun performance that brings out the best in his Doctor.

Sadly as I pointed out in that last sentence, there really isn’t much complexity happening in this episode imo. Not that Doctor Who episodes need to be complex every time, but I just end up finding this episode very run of the mill as I’m watching it. It doesn’t feel like the episode tries anything that really starts to pique my interest, and that’s a shame because I like Doctor Who the most when it’s ambitious, tries out crazy ideas, and breaks the formula a little. This is just dinos on a spaceship with a few historical figures and a vaguely forgettable villain, put em in a blender with some fruits & cream or smth and bang here’s your episode. It’s not necessarily a bad thought process, and it fits the lower stakes early season vibes, it’s just hard for it to stand out amongst all the other Doctor Who episodes that exist.

TL:DR/Overview: I got a bit sidetracked in this review, but Dinosaurs on a Spaceship is an episode that feels exactly like your typical run of the mill Doctor Who episode. It hits every beat well, Matt as 11 is on fire in this episode, and everything goes to plan, but there’s no meat on the bone here for me (wow I’m making a lot of food analogies today, maybe I should get a snack..). It is a good episode, it just leaves me wishing there was something extra there to have hooked me in. But hey, run of the mill Doctor Who episodes go in B tier, and I don’t think that’s anything to be ashamed of.

[hcadlesshuntcr]

I have a couple of voice claims for Eirnin, in terms of accent and tone + delivery.

For his accent, it's unique. It's not quite an "Irish" accent (Google says there IS no "Irish" accent as ppl say the accent changes every five feet) but he doesn't quite sound like a pirate, despite being born and raised in a past life in a booming pirate city. Who didn't go to school learning Common and had to learn it from his mother and all the countless others she had herself surrounded by (often pirates).

When I think abt the "Irish" of his accent, I think of Colin Ferrell, who's from Castleknock, Dublin. I'm particularly fond of his "I"s and "you" type sounds. He's also got a nice depth to his voice, tho Eirnin's voice is a bit deeper.

Although from a different part of Ireland entirely, I'm also inspired by Kenneth Branagh for his work as Abijah Fowler. His "y's" sound harder to me than Colin's. Kenneth is who inspires Eirnin's "yers" instead of "yours." (His character is what I imagine if Eirnin had given into his urges in his BG verse, but a talk for another time.)

The last being Michael Mellamphy, another Dubliner, for his work as Sean Maguire. Sean chops up his sentences, he doesn't have a great hold on grammar. Which is to be expected- he never went to school, never learned how to read. He wouldn't know about good, proper grammar. Neither did Eirnin, so neither does he, and has a similar talking pattern. Drops his g's a lot.

In terms of depth and delivery, two people come to mind with specific performances. Richard Armitage, for his delivery and tone with Trevor Belmont, as well as his work as Wolverine (skip to 1:35) in a podcast I enjoyed back in the day. His work as Logan PERFECTLY captures Eirnin's growls, sniffs, huffs, puffs, yells, and screams, him at his most feral.

Adam Harrington does an EXCEPTIONAL next job next to him as Bigby Wolf, while also covering the side rarely seen to him when he's flustered and embarrassed.

As for the pirate part of his accent? ..Nick Offerman as Metalbeard. He inspires Eirnin's dropped "O's" conjoined words like "t'was" and terms like "me" instead of "my." Although he's much better spoken with his words than Eirnin at most times. Although he can have his moments.

All of these together are what inspire Eirnin's way of talking. A deep, almost growling Irishman, who sounds faintly like a pirate if you squint. I'll have an official guide on how I should write his dialogue so it's consistent with his speech pattern one day, but, for now, it's all these in a blender. Seeing what sticks.

[beardedmrbean]

A murderer who led a man to his death and livestreamed the killing of a cat months before has been jailed for a minimum of 24 years.

Scarlet Blake, 26, hit Jorge Martin Carreno before pushing him into the River Cherwell in Oxford in July 2021.

The judge said a Netflix show about killing cats "played a part" in Blake's plan. She was found guilty of murder at Oxford Crown Court last Friday.

Her trial heard she had been on the streets looking for potential victims.

Blake had already admitted a criminal damage charge in relation to the cat.

The Ministry of Justice said Blake, who is transgender, would serve the sentence in a men's prison.

The court previously heard how she arrived in the UK from China aged nine, coming out to her parents as transgender at 12.

She said it "made my father really unhappy and my mother as well" and "caused a large emotional rift".

Jurors were told how Blake, formerly known as Alice Wang, had an "extreme interest in death and... harm" that "went beyond mere fantasy".

Prosecutor Alison Morgan KC said Blake found "sexual gratification from the thought of violence and the thought of death".

She previously told jurors Mr Carreno, a Spanish national working at the Mini plant in the city, had been on a night out drinking with colleagues after Covid restrictions had been lifted.

The 30-year-old later became separated from his friends, and possibly became lost, before having the "great misfortune" of bumping into Blake.

The court heard she led him to a secluded riverbank, hit him over the head with a vodka bottle, attempted to strangle him and then pushed him into the water where he drowned.

Warning: This story contains graphic details that some readers may find upsetting.

Blake previously told the jury about an online relationship that developed with Ashlynn Bell, another trans woman, in the US.

She said killing the cat was something she "very much didn't want" and claimed she killed the pet to please Ms Bell and only pretended to enjoy it.

But the court heard how she dissected it and put it in a blender, taking "grotesque pleasure" in doing so.

In the video of the livestream, The New Order song True Faith could be heard in the background, which the court heard was in homage to the Netflix documentary Don't F*** With Cats, in which a man kills kittens before filming the murder of a person.

Passing sentence, Mr Justice Chamberlain KC said: "You told the court it had nothing to do with the documentary, I am sure that this was untrue and the documentary played a part in your own mind in the link between killing a cat and killing a person."

Mr Carreno's two brothers read a statement to the court and said the extent of their grief was "impossible to express".

"We were triplets, born together, grew up together - we were best friends. Jorge lit up any place, he was always spreading joy. He was, above all, a good person," they said.

"Scarlet Blake has shown no remorse for her actions, making it even more difficult to process. She has taken the life of Jorge for her own sexual pleasure. It is deeply disturbing to know."

Reading a tribute to the court, Mr Carreno's mother, Carmen, added: "Jorge was not only an exemplary child but also an exceptional being.

"This loss feels like a traumatic, devastating blow, leaving a void impossible to fill. Going through the pain of losing a son, a brother, under such tragic and unjustified circumstances, is a trial no family should face. Today his absence leaves a deep wound in our hearts."

In his closing remarks, Mr Justice Chamberlain said the Carreno family had sat through the trial "with impressive dignity".

Passing sentence, he said the defendant had a "clear sexual motivation" for the killing.

He said: "I am sure you did derive pleasure from killing Jorge, as you had from killing the cat.

"You revelled in what you had done, returning at least twice to the scene to take photographs, and made conscious use of your status as a murderer to secure the admiration of others who shared your interests in harm, death and killing."

Senior investigating officer, Det Supt Jon Capps, previously said there had been aspects of the case that had been "truly disturbing" and jurors would be offered support due to the nature of the evidence.

Blake, of Crotch Crescent, Oxford, was jailed for life with a minimum term of 24 years for the murder.

She was sentenced to four months imprisonment for causing unnecessary suffering to a protected animal and two months for criminal damage - both to run concurrently.

[venusiangguk]

can we see a tiny like teaser of the new tao?? like two - three sentences ?? the wait is killing me 😫

a Generous dilf jk teaser bc i feel bad <3

under the cut just in case some don't want a sneak peak!!

Jeongguk feels so guilty when he lets his mind wander to you like that.

But that’s not even the worst of it. It’s even harder when Nari is at Dasom’s.

That’s when it really hits him– how intertwined you had become in his life.

You’re not there anymore, but you’re still everywhere.

You’re in the kitchen when he wakes up to make his morning coffee. In his shirt with sleepy eyes and a hopeless smile on your face as you laugh embarrassed. Telling him in your slightly scratchy morning voice that you had wanted to surprise him with his americano, but you couldn’t figure out the ‘fancy, high-tech’ coffee machine.

He can’t even remember how many times he showed you how to work it. You were able to figure out the blender eventually, but the Jura he splurged on seemed to have been a lost cause.

You’re in his closet when he picks out his clothes; you’re picking out some of his to wear as your own, too. You’re in the articles of clothing you left behind, still taking up space in his dresser just as much as you’re still taking up space in his head.

You’re on the couch with him when he settles down after work, fidgeting because you were never able to sit still for very long. Going back and forth between having your feet tucked underneath you, and outstretched on the recliner. Between having your head in your hand, and in his lap.

Jeongguk will say that he’s able to get through a series, a movie, a documentary– much faster, and he’s able to remember the premise a lot better now that he doesn’t have you constantly asking him questions about the plot. Questions you would have found the answer to eventually if you would have just watched. An annoying, yet cute and endearing tendency of yours that he misses more than he thought he would and more than he probably should.

You’re in the garden too. In the flowers, the colors of the petals matching the color of your nails that week. You’re in the grass, resting atop a blanket, head pillowed on your arms, just watching him as he tends to the weeds. You’re in the sun that beats down on his back because it feels warm, exactly like you did.

[euphorial-docx]

I absolutely love the idea of autistic Reg! Do you have more headcanons about it?

yes i do! i have a lot actually :)

regulus prefers to keep the lights off when he can help it. sirius calls him a vampire because of that

a verbal thinker. he like lists, finding patterns in words, and he can pick up languages very well

eye contact is not his Thing. he can force himself to do it if he has to (ie when he’s around his family, like walburga or orion, for example) BUT, if he’s close to someone, he is fine with keeping eye contact

if it’s a more modern au, i feel like he’d use he/they pronouns and wouldn’t be too picky about it. like, he really wouldn’t care either way.

he doesn’t have a strong sense of identity. that’s why he let his parents decide things for him for a long time. it’s easier to let people tell him who he is than try to figure it out for himself

didn’t speak for the first like 3-5 years of his life. he simply didn’t like to talk

but when he did start speaking, he spoke in complete and perfect sentences with big words that most kids wouldn’t know

he never has completely non-verbal days (mostly because he feels guilty not speaking), but he does have days where he’s more quiet than others

i don’t see regulus as having meltdowns too often. even if he’s extremely stressed, he’d stop himself from expressing it

(but if he does have meltdowns, it’s only when he’s completely alone and away from the stressor. he’d never let someone see a meltdown)

regulus was hyperlexic as a kid, meaning he learned to read early and at a very high level for his age

musical genius. one of his savant skills is the piano

definitely has mermaids as a special interest (either in magical au’s or non magical. mermaids are fucking cool ok?!?)

very intelligent, like extremely gifted. he’s one of those smart autistics

he understands instructions better when they’re written down. there’s less room for misinterpretions

has a lot of sensory issues when it comes to food textures. chunky peanut butter? absolutely not

on the topic of food, he’s a picky eater and that frustrates him. especially because sirius used to make fun of him for it (in good fun), and his parents got mad at him for it (not in good fun)

regulus has got that Big Depression

he likes to walk around while he’s studying or on the phone

struggles to explain his feelings

the sound of vacuums and blenders make him want to jump out a window

great long term memory. regulus will remember the smallest things and bring it up as if everyone should remember

if regulus has something planned later in the day, he physically cannot do anything else leading up to it. spends the entire day preparing for said plan

insomniac

dislikes physical contact, but is more tolerant of it if he knows the person well/trusts them

listens to music any chance he gets. partly because he likes music, but mostly because it blocks out other noises

people often get confused by his tone of voice when he talks. no one can ever tell if he’s joking or not or if he’s happy or sad or mad, etc etc.

very introverted

i have a lot more headcannons, but this list was already getting long so i’m cutting it “short”