#rod toby

[aces-and-angels]

Title: Just Try It (Vaughn ft. the Mercy Park Crew)

A/N: A forgotten fic found in the depths of my drafts- originally this was supposed to be for ROD week, but I never ended up posting it. Until now lol 

I have not seen a lot of Vaughn content since joining Tumblr. Maybe I’m not looking hard enough, or maybe this is the start of giving this side character the major love he deserves. Side characters create the perfect opportunity for crack!fics- and damn it, I want to create a crack!fic. Think of this as: if Ride or Die had a filler episode.

Rating: PG/PG-13 (Swearing)

Pairing(s): Colt x MC (implied)

Summary: Inspired by this article. Vaughn is in a culinary rut and needs to reignite his imagination. So, he calls up his favorite band of criminals to help him.

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“Vaughn, you in there man? Are you hurt?” Logan frantically scanned his place for any signs of a break in. No broken windows- a good sign. He jiggled the doorknob. Locked. The eerie silence didn’t do any favors for his anxiety. He glanced down at the text that had him bolting out of the shop to his cousin’s apartment. 

Vaughn: HELP- need you here ASAP. 

“Wait a minute,” Logan yanked his wrist free, “you’re not being murdered?!”

His head snapped up at the sound of the door opening. “Thank God, you’re here!” Vaughn pulled him inside and shut the door. “We have a shit load to do. Sooner we start, the better.” Logan was dragged into the kitchen where he saw piles of grocery bags filling up all the counter space. Annoyed, he gave his very unharmed cousin a glare.

“Why would you think I was being murdered?” He shoved his phone in Vaughn's face. He squinted as he read the small text on the screen. “That message was accurate. I regret none of those words.”

“Vaughn, there’s an entire gang out currently hunting my ass down. The hell was I supposed to think?”

“Look, I’m sorry. But I’m fine, see?“ He twisted his harms, "No stab wounds, I can walk, and I still look incredible.” Logan’s lip twitched upwards, the worry fading away from his body.

“You’re a six at best,” he teased, chuckling at his cousin gasping in mock-offense. “So, what’s with all the food?” He got a better look of his kitchen island. Pickles, blueberries, sesame seeds. “And what the hell are you trying to make?”

“I’m in a rut man,” Vaughn sighed, ignoring his question. “I haven’t come up with any new dishes for the truck in weeks and customers are starting to notice.”

“Is it really that bad?” 

“Yes it’s really that bad,” he echoed, “now call up the rest of the dream team. We’ve got work to do.”

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One quick text to the group chat later, the rest of the crew arrived and were sat in front of a table full of questionable looking dishes 

“Why did I come here?” Colt groaned, wishing he hadn’t followed Ellie.

Mona poked at a bowl of ice cream topped with diced pickles. “Full offense, V, I think these combos are going to put you out of business.” 

“We came because Vaughn needs our help,” she squeezed his hand underneath the table, partly to lift his spirits, mostly to make sure he didn’t run out the door. 

“You haven’t even tried anything yet,” he whined, setting down another one of his creations on the table, “look at Toby. Now that looks like a satisfied customer.” The group whirled their heads around to see him scarfing down a steak smothered in blueberry jam.  

“Wha-?” he asked, mouth full of food, “’s free.” 

Colt rolled his eyes, stabbing his fork into a green apple slice smothered in salsa. He took a deep breath before shoving the fork in his mouth. “How is it?” Ellie peered into her boyfriend’s eyes, trying to gauge his reaction. Wordlessly, he placed his fork to her lips for her to taste as well. She took a small bite, chewing slowly before swallowing. “Too much apple, not enough salsa.” 

“That’s what I thought,” Colt hummed, pushing the bowl back towards Vaughn. “You gotta dice the apple, man.” 

“It’s awful, but I can’t stop eating it.” His face contorted in disgust as he bit into another fry. “ My brain keeps gaslighting itself into thinking my experience is going to change.” 

“Dice the apple, got it,” Vaughn wrote down his feedback in his notepad. “Logan, how’re the honey chili fries with pickles?”

“Yeah, you can pair it with this salad that’s bringing up my repressed childhood trauma,” Mona deadpanned.

“Fries-induced Stockholm syndrome,” he scribbled another note down. “That could be a fun special, right?”

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Over the next few hours, the crew reluctantly filled their stomachs with Vaughn’s experiments, each one stranger than the last. After the last dish, they all sprawled out in the living room. 

“I’m definitely going to poop weird later,” Toby blurted out, breaking the silence.

“Dude, shut up,” Logan groaned. He was lying flat on his back, trying to ignore the growing pain in his abdomen.

“If I have to try another pickle-infused dish, I’m going to kill the next thing that moves,” Colt threatened.

“I’ll help you,” Ellie grumbled, her cheery disposition replaced with utter regret after the fifth pickle-forward recipe. “Why don’t people just sell pickles by themselves? You don’t need to do anything special to them,” her rant was muffled into Colt’s shoulder. He attempted to soothe her by kissing her temple while lightly stroking her back. The gesture seemed to work, as he felt her shoulders relax into him.

“Could you two be less nauseating? I’m trying not to hack up that salad,” Mona glared at the touchy couple across from her. With his free hand, Colt flipped her off, the grip on his girlfriend slightly tightening in defiance. She responded by flipping him off with both her hands. 

“I know y’all are hurting right now, but I really appreciate the help,” Vaughn said earnestly. Despite the twinge of guilt that he felt at seeing his friends suffer, he was certain that all those taste tests would help him keep his food truck afloat.

“No worries, man. Glad we could help,” Logan said with a strained voice, a new wave of pain hitting his stomach. 

“Speak for yourself, pretty boy,” Colt scoffed. He turned his head towards Vaughn, “I’m serious about killing you if you shove another plate in my face.” 

“Noted,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, feel free to crash here until you feel better.” The crew members mumbled a bunch of nonsense, which Vaughn took as an okay. 

[modmad]

if you ever got the chance to make a TPoH viddy game would it have a fishing minigame

what do you think I am, an idiot? of COURSE it would have a fishing minigame

[lord-aldhelm]

Funny t-shirts at Sasnak City 2023

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

I love this cast so much.

Source.

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[frary-us]

The Last Kingdom cast having fun with fans at the Sasnak City 2023 The Kingdom convention in Kansas City. Thanks to Arnas Fedaravicius for sharing on his Instagram Stories -- September 1, 2023.😁💖🙌

[wosostories]

Heath Sisters PT 4 (USWNT x Teen!Reader)

Masterlist

USWNT X Teen!Reader

Reader and Tobin spend some more time with the team.

Part 4

As soon as the hotel room door closes Y/N wraps her arms around her sister and buries her head into her chest. 

“It’s ok Kid. It’s going to be ok.” 

“They were really loud.”

“I know.”

“Can we finish our nap now? Please.” Y/N's voice strained as she tried to keep herself from crying. 

“Ya kid we can. I’m sorry today has been so overwhelming for you.” Y/N just shook her head and curled up next to Tobin on the bed. 

It wasn’t too long after that Y/N was asleep again. Tobin, however, couldn’t fall back asleep. The only thing running through her mind was how she was going to get through the next two weeks without someone finding out about their pasts.

It was another hour later that Y/N started to stir. Calling out to her sister in the midst of a nightmare. “Toby… Toby. Make them stop. Please, make them stop. Toby…”

“It’s ok it’s ok. No one here is going to hurt you. You aren’t there anymore, I’ve got you.” Tobin pulled her sister into her lap and rested her head against her chest stroking her hair in hopes to calm her down. Tobin started rocking her when tears started streaking down her face. 

It took another few minutes for Y/N to open her eyes and willingly curl in further to her sister. 

“You want to talk about it?”

“No, how long till dinner?”

“About half an hour, we should start getting ready soon.”

Y/N nods against her sister, “A few more minutes?”

Tobin sits up and gathers her sister in her arms, “Whatever you want Y/N. Whatever you want.”

The sisters spend another 10 minutes snuggled into each other. Tobin sighs, “Come on kid, let's get ready for dinner. We don’t want to be late. Remember what they said earlier, you get all the good stuff if you get there first.”  

The sisters make their way out of bed and spend the next few minutes cleaning themselves up. 

“Do you think they’re going to yell again?” Y/N asks. 

“I don’t think so. They should have settled down at this point.” Y/N nods. They head down to the meal room. There are already a few members of the staff there when they arrive, but none of the team members. 

“I knew I made the right decision bringing you into the squad.” Jill commented following the sisters into the meal room. They gave her a confused look. Jill chuckled, “You are going to be the only one of the girls here on time, which confuses me to no end seeing as they all love food.” 

Jill continues to walk into the room and joins more of the training staff at their table. Tobin and Y/N make their way to one of the open tables and wait for the rest of the team and dinner to be served. The next one of the girls came in 5 minutes after dinner was supposed to start. It took another 10 minutes for the entire team to show up. As soon as the last two showed up, Kelley and Sonny, dinner was brought out. 

They ended up sitting with a couple of the more veteran players Krieger, Kilng, Becky, Abby, A rod, and Cheney. 

“Ah come on, I wanted to sit with the newbie.” Kelley complained as she finally made her way into the room. 

“Well then you should have been on time. Now sit down so we can eat.” Her captain told her. She grumbled her way to her own seat. 

“Have you gotten settled?” Kling asks them.

“Oh, uh ya. The rooms really nice. Had a great nap.” Tobin replies. 

“How about you Y/N? How are you settling in? You figured out your luggage situation yet?” 

“What luggage situation?” Becky asked. 

“Oh, the airport lost Y/N’s bag and sent it to florida. It wouldn’t arrive here in time before we went back so we just had them send it back home.”

“So Y/N doesn’t have any clothes?” 

“She’s got her soccer gear and she can just wear some of my stuff. It’s only a couple of weeks. So I guess you can say that we’ve got it all sorted.” 

“Two weeks is a long time to not have any clothes. We’ll have some time tomorrow after morning practice to go to the store. We can take the rental car coach won’t mind.” 

“No, that's ok.” Y/N just sits picking at her dinner as the older girls around her talk. The other girls at the table could tell that that conversation was over, and wanted to change topics quickly. 

“So Y/N your sister said you're a forward right?” Y/N nods. “What soccer player do you look up to the most?” A Rod questions.

“Toby. Who else?” 

“Ok I should have seen that one coming. Then who is your second favorite?”

“Toby.” 

“But you said she was your first favorite?” Cheney buts in. 

“No Tobin is the player I look up to the most, and my second favorite player.” Tobin chuckled at the serious tone her sister took on. 

“Ok so who’s your favorite player?” A Rod tries again. 

“I… don’t think I can say.”

“Why not?” Y/N doesn’t respond. “Are they someone on the team?” She blushes and looks down, but still doesn’t say anything.

“Holy shit it is. Now you have to tell us.” Abby demands. Y/N blushes even harder and shakes her head. “We won’t tell them. Unless it’s someone at this table.”

PART 5

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Rambles because I’m just thinking about introducing some of them to your family.

It started with Jason. Because look, this guy in my canon is RICH. He’s your boyfriend but he’s also your sugar daddy and it becomes obvious when you start wearing much nicer clothing and bringing home expensive gifts and eventually you’ll show up to your parent's house wearing a custom made outfit and they’re gonna have questions. So, you pull up with Jason one day when it’s time to introduce him, and he’s wearing what is obviously luxury clothing. He tried to tone it down, but it’s still obviously very luxurious, and his long ass hair is exquisitely done and he probably looks like he could be royalty, and your family is probably expecting him to be snooty and a bit arrogant, but he’s SO NICE?? Jason tries SOOO desperately hard to get your family to like him, so he is on his 100% best behavior possible. He helps set the table, he helps clean up after dinner, he takes an interest in everything your family says, and he’s sociable and sweet (not that he’s not normally like that around you) but it’s a bit of a shock. Needless to say, he makes a fantastic impression.

But then there’s someone like Jeff. He asks you if he should try and hide his scars, but you tell him not to. You’ve explained to your family that he was in a horrible accident and his body has suffered some bad scarring, but they don’t necessarily expect him to show up with a smile cut up on his face and burn scars across his whole body, along with other scars obtained from the job. He’s obviously a nervous wreck, he even tried to dress up, but his speech is pretty rugged and he’s obviously kind of rowdy and anxious, but that comes off as very down to earth. While your family was a bit nervous at first with his size and clumsiness and the concern about his scars, it’s very clear that he cherishes you so much, especially considering he goes out of his way to make sure you’re comfortable all night. He helps clean up, he even offers to grab everyone drinks throughout the night even though it’s not his house every time he gets one for himself, and once he settles down he starts cracking jokes and making everyone laugh. Despite starting off rough, another successful pass.

And then you have a guy like Tim. Well put together, nicely groomed, and well dressed, AND he shows up with a freshly baked pie. He’s sweet to your family, he offers to help with dinner, and he makes great conversation. Tim is an absolute gentleman and incredibly homey, and he gives off a very charming impression. God forbid you have a relative that loves fishing because my Tim is obsessed with fishing and he will sit there talking about different fish and rods and tackle and fishing spots for literal hours, and he’ll pull out his phone and show off all his photos of fish he’s caught. His fresh baked pie is absolutely loved and he even gives out the recipe and offers to leave them with other recipes as well. He’s well spoken and respectful, and Tim would literally pass any situation with flying colors when you’re introducing him to anyone. He promises that when next he visits he'll bring some fresh caught fish and make a fish fry for everyone to enjoy so they don't have to cook anything, and perhaps another freshly baked dessert.

Then we have dear sweet Toby. He’s an absolute nervous wreck. He’s worried about his Tourette’s bothering someone, he’s worried about saying something stupid, he’s worried that everyone will hate him and that they’ll demand you break up with him, and despite you reassuring him that would not happen, he’s anxious. He puts on his nicest shirt and some new pants, he brings flowers, and he hopes to God that everything will go well. Luckily, it does. The flowers are well received, and with how sweet and respectful he’s clearly trying to be, he’s welcomed in kindly. None of his tics or stuttering bothers anyone, and everyone treats him well, so he starts to relax. His more boyish side comes out, and his excitement is very endearing, and with him constantly asking if he can help out in any way, it’s obvious he cares about making a good impression and being there for you and your family. Yeah, he might have accidentally knocked a few things over and dropped some stuff on accident, but he's quick to clean stuff up and he always apologizes and makes well, and nobody really minds. He’s got a smile on his face pretty much the whole night, and before he knows it they’re already inviting him back again, and Toby didn’t know it could possibly feel this good to be accepted by your family.

Finally, I’m pulling in Slender. Obviously, he goes in his human form, and he goes by a human name, but the guy is classy. He’s very refined, wearing a freshly ironed and well put together business casual outfit. He brings gifts and is gentlemanly right off the bat. Slender is refined and graceful, and he commands the room in a very subtle way, making sure to be kind and not intrude on anything, but also making it quite obvious he’d like to get to know everyone. He makes intelligent conversation and offers assistance, complimenting your family on their home and any food he’s provided. It’s hard not to be charmed by him, with how knowledgeable and alluring he is, and the entire night goes off without a hitch. He asks your family what kinds of things they like, and promises to bring more gifts the next time he visits. He probably discusses things like books, maybe even shows or movies, and says he’ll look into anything recommended to him, and he does, and he also promises to send you home with anything he’s recommended to them as well. He comes off very well, his hundreds of years of age making him appear as what we’d call an old soul, and your family will probably ask you how you found someone like him in the first place.

[mechaknight-98]

Teal Flames (NSFW) FT Sakura Miyawaki

Authors note: the final Sakura Coachella piece and my final Sakura piece for a while.

Daigo desperate for another round pierced his Greedy breeding bitch. She moaned as she readied herself for another round of voracious mating. their bodies growing accustomed and further acquainted with the other began to match their vast sex drives, brought on by unrelenting teasing and mutual affection that ran deep between them. Their bodies adapted being able to sense when the other was needed. Within moments of Sakura being aroused Daigo’s dick hardened and vice versa. When they weren't fucking eating or working they were recovering from one of those three (typically the first one)

As Daigo gave Sakura another load she moaned reaching a high of her own. The two sat laid down on the hotel bed after an insane night of fucking the whole time. Daigo and Sakura Sat next to each other overstimulated and yet still aroused

“God you're so hot,” Daigo said catching his breath. Kkura smiled and responded,

“You’re not too bad yourself stud,” Daigo smiled and made the move to sleep

“Tapping out,” Sakura questioned teasingly. Daigo nodded tired.

“As much as I would love to continue this train I am exhausted Kkura. We have been going for (Daigo checks his watch) 5 hours nonstop. I'm going to sleep. It's been such a long day,” Daigo responded.

“Okay but when you wake up that cock better be in me again,” Sakura said demandingly but also with an innocent pout.

“God you're greedy,” Daigo teased. Sakura smiled

“So what TV? I have been searching for someone who can match me.” Kkura said with a happy smile. She liked Daigo because Daigo was always so supportive and kind but the recent knowledge of his “outlaw side” brought a new facet to their relationship that kept her hot and bothered. She needed him to shed the timid peacekeeper and fully embrace his more nefarious side because it brought out the best in him. He was strong he was confident and most importantly for Kkura, he was virulently virile. Whenever she wanted sex Daigo was always ready and ready for her. If she wasn't on the pill she's 100% sure she would have been pregnant by now with how much they fuck, it also doesn't help that hits her in all the spaces and spots she needs. The only downside is now she can't go back to Tobi or any of her other boy toys again. Daigo ruined it for her.

Daig moved to sleep on his side where Kkura planted herself in his arms little spoon style. The two rested for a few hours. Daigo was brought out of his pleasant dream by a raging erection. He groans as her rolls over to see Sakura sleeping peacefully not wanting to disturb her he decides to take a shower and get dressed for the day. A couple of minutes through Daigo’s shower, Sakura is woken up by her arousal. As she comes to consciousness she reaches out for Daigo and when she doesn't feel him she gets upset. “I told him I wanted to be fucked awake,” she muttered to herself. She sits up and hears the shower. “I am going to take what's mine,” Kkura mutters to herself as she gets up. She walks into the shower to see Daigo’s raging erection. She smiled as she waltzed in Daigo watched uneasily as she entered. Her gaze was ravenous and frightening.

“I distinctly remember telling you that I wanted you buried in me when you woke up,” Sakura says as she begins to stroke Daigo’s cock at a tortured and languid pace. Daigo moaned at Sakura’s gentle but erotic touch. “I should stop and leave you like this as punishment for not obeying, but I need another load in me so I'm going stop here and you're going to fuck me,” Daigo nods at Sakura’s words before lining up with her entrance. Daigo slid his rod along Kkura’s sopping pussy before she whined, “Don't tease me. Just rail me!” Daigo stopped and waited letting Sakura’s anticipation build and when she went to say something, he dived in.

“Oh God yeah,” Sakura moaned as she felt her walls open before constricting snugly around Daigo

“Jeez Kkura how are you still so tight?” Daigo asked as her pussy gripped his cock with the same fervor she had on stage. Sakura gave Daigo a wicked grin. Enraptured by him filling her up she began to fuck herself on his cock. She threw it back in a way that mirrored her moves in the smart video as she took more and more of Daigo’s cock. Feeling immense pressure and fervor Sakura caused Daigo to erupt inside of her causing Sakura to moan deeply as she felt his orgasm smear white all over her walls. She however didn't stop. Her mind reeled as she chased her release. She pushed Daigo to the floor before she began riding in earnest. She looked happily as she felt his manhood continue to pump more cum into her insatiable womb.

“Yes fill me. Fill me to the brim with your cum and make me yours again and again,” Sakura moaned. Overwhelmed Sakura didn't notice her orgasm hit her like a truck as she ran head first into her own orgasm as she pushed Daigo into another. Daigo groaned in pleasured agony as she took another load from him.

After their engagement, Daigo and Kkura separated so Sakura could prep for week 2 of KkuraChella as Daigo called it. During Kkura’s practice, she grew worried as Daigo never came for her or sent a text. This worry only increased so much that Chaewon noticed and asked Kkura about it.

“What's up Kkura?��

“Daigo he's been gone, and I don't know where he is?”

Chaewon looked at her elder softly before saying, “He will be at the performance. I am sure of it.” Sakura eased hearing her leader’s reassuring words, but her worry remained.

True to Chaewon’s prediction Daigo was there waiting for her backstage and a giant bandaid over his nose. Sakura looked at Daigo terrified as did the rest of the fimmies and the boys, but Daigo waved them off saying, “Dont worry I'm fine. I'll explain more after the show.” before the girls gave an excellent performance for week two.

[or0ch1maru]

So lately I’ve been noticing I get sudden urges to bite things I think are cute. I think it’s called cute aggression? But anywho, how do you think the Akatsuki members would react to their S/O biting them out of the blue as a means of showing affection. Or someone who doesn’t communicate in the normal way and uses more touchy-feely means of communication?

Omg this is so freaking cute. What’s funny is, I’ve been having the same urges too. One day I’m like let me sink my teeth into Tobi’s arm(only if he was real) but on a real note, I’m feeling sm better. I’m still stuffed up but that can’t be helped lol

Warnings: mention of head, sexual innuendoes(just had to spice this up just a lil bit)

Hidan:

•idk why or when this thought came into my mind but I fully believe Hidan gets turned on when bitten. (Please tell me at least one of you see that too)

•anyway, when he figures out it’s an affectionate thing, you know damn well he’d show off his bite marks from you with pride.

•if he hasn’t felt your teeth sink into him at least once a day, he’ll get worried. Feeling that suddenly you don’t care for him. And he’ll cling to you until you bite him or at least give him some kind of reassurance. (He’s a big softy)

Kakuzu:

•would be caught off guard at first and will most likely hit you with the good ole’ “the hell you doing?” Question. Kakuzu would watch with a raised eyebrow as you explain your reasonings but shrug it off

•just like Hidan, he wouldn’t care who saw the bite marks, or what assumptions people would come up with when noticed. He’d be content that you have your own special way of letting him know you love him

•Kakuzu would purposely go without his cloak, or shirt for that matter, leaving his arms fully exposed just for you. His large arms would wrap themselves around you, pinning you to him just to feel your teeth in his skin longer(would genuinely enjoy the pain, a good hurt he’d call it)

Konan:

•would let out a soft whimper or even a moan when she feels your teeth sink into her skin. Cheeks flushed when she discovered the reason behind your sudden chomp

•really enjoys when you bite her forearms or collar bone area. Despite your constant apologies for making her bleed once(it left a scar) Konan loves it. Runs her fingers over the spot daily. A reminder of her love waiting at home for her

•the act of biting May come off aggressive or sexual to others, but Konan considers it a kind and intimate gesture. A love without having to use words all the time makes her heart flutter and loves actions as she isn’t one to talk too much

Pain:

•his curiosity is peaked the very first time you do it, he goes over the many possibilities of what it could mean. He gives you a soft smile and a gentle caress when you tell him “you’re cute, can’t help it” as an answer

•loves, and I mean LOVES when you bite near his chakra rods. His skin is so sensitive there and it just does something to him. Sometimes you might end up with your face buried into the mattress or better yet, in his neck, sinking your teeth into him as he fucks you like his life depended on it

•loses his mind when he looks down and sees you look up at him with your adorable doe eyes while your teeth are locked in. (Your favorite place to hangout is under his desk while he works on planning missions and tasks so time to time youll chomp his thigh or the one hand that sits in his lap)

Tobi:

•lets out a yelp the first time it happens, catching the poor boy completely off his guard. “W-what was that for senpai?” He’d stutter out, looking down at you through the eye hole of his mask. “You think I’m cute? Really? Aww you’re so kind to Tobi”

•after that first time, he’ll encourage you to do it. Wanting it multiple times a day sometimes. On other occasions, he’ll tease you, and make you work for it. “You want to bite Tobi? You oughta catch me first” he’d explain before bolting down a random corridor

•now, if you happen to catch him when he’s in a mood, Tobi will turn to Obito so quickly. “Baby thinks I’m cute eh? Why don’t you show me how cute you really think I am” his tone turns almost stern as he guides you by the neck until you’re on your pretty little knees in front of him, the tip of his cock prodding the back of your throat

Zetsu:

•would be very confused at first, and would take a while to process the whole thing. “You really think I’m cute? But why bite me? That’s kinda backwards isn’t it?” Black Zetsu would ask. “It’s a form of a compliment. I understand now” white Zetsu would coo towards you

•Zetsu would pull you into his lap whenever he’s feeling a bit more needy, giving you silent permission to sink your lil teeth into him.

•wouldn’t care where you bite him, as long as you’re careful/gentle when it comes to his leaf’s? Pinchers? Prefers you stayed below his neck. Arms, chest, thighs, are acceptable places to him.

Kisame:

•just like Hidan, would probably assume it’s you Initiating sex, would be turned on right away and would most likely end up fucking you that first time. Would feel bad that it was a sign of affection and he turned it sexual.

•LOVES feeling you dig your teeth into his biceps. And has asked for you to make him bleed. Wants his upper arms to be littered in cute teeth scars. Kisame adores physical touch, and truly cherishes any form of intimacy you give him even if to others it may come of bizarre

•isn’t worried about being vocal. Will let out groans, grunts, and the occasional moan whenever you sink your pearly whites into his skin.

Itachi:

•realized from the very beginning what your bites meant and he fell in love with you all over again. Apart from having someone love him the way he’s craved it all his life, the way you SHOW him love is what sends him to the moon

•plays with your hair, rubs your back, or caresses the side of your face, as sit against him with his flesh between your teeth

•finds your biting to be angelic almost. The feelings that wash over him when you show your love for him makes him euphoric

Sasori:

•like Zetsu, he would be kinda confused at first, also trying to understand the science behind ‘cuteness aggression’

•Sasori would become concerned, hoping you don’t hurt your jaw or fuck up your teeth(since the man is a living puppet I couldn’t imagine him being considered ‘soft) but let’s just say he was soft and flesh like, he would be intrigued by the feeling

•I feel like he wouldn’t get turned on per se, but would definitely get some kind of thrill from it. Would love when you focus mostly on his neck or shoulders

Deidara:

•like Kisame, our explosive babe would be rather vocal about it. But he’d be more whiny. Whimpers, soft cries, whines would slip from his lips every time he feels your lips touch his skin and your teeth dig into him(deidara gets flustered so quickly when it comes to you)

•would be down and into the idea from the very beginning. Doesn’t even question you, just shrugs and encourages you.

•if you happen to bite him and he gets in the mood, which happens time to time because our baby is so enamored with you, i definitely think he mouth hands would come into play somehow.

Orochimaru

•who are we kidding? This man is INTO it. He loves sinking his fangs into you in general so when you turn around and do the same back, he’s so ready to put a ring on it.

•would beg and plea for you to leave scars on his skin and make him bleed. Wants you to nip and bite in places that are visible, but also doesn’t mind if you go for his chest

•his hands would find your hair, or would gently stroke your back whenever you decide to grace him with your biting. Orochimaru would feel honored that you find him cute enough that words can’t express it, that you have to do something physical to show it

I hope you enjoy this! I can’t wait to be sent more and more requests😩I’m loving everything I’ve been sent in! Love you all😘😘

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KATHLEEN HANNA ANNOUNCES MEMOIR, REBEL GIRL: MY LIFE AS A FEMINIST PUNK

7/13/23: Kathleen Hanna has announced that she’s releasing a memoir in May of next year: Rebel Girl: My Life as a Feminist Punk is out Tuesday, May 14, 2024, via Ecco (a HarperCollins imprint). The book will follow Hanna’s story from childhood to her college years in Olympia, Washington.

Kathleen Hanna's rallying cry to feminists echoed far and wide through the punk scene of the 90s and beyond. Her band, Bikini Kill, embodies this iconic time, and today her personal yet feminist lyrics on anthems like "Rebel Girl" and "Double Dare Ya" are more powerful than ever. But where did this transformative voice come from? In Rebel Girl, Hanna's raw and insightful new memoir, she takes us from her tumultuous childhood home to her formative college years in Olympia, Washington, and on to her first years on tour, fighting hard for gigs and for her band. As Hanna makes clear, being in a "girl band," especially a punk girl band, in those years was not a simple or safe prospect. Male violence and antagonism threatened at every turn, and surviving as a singer who was a lightening rod for controversy took limitless amounts of determination. But the relationships she developed during those years buoyed her--including with her bandmates, Tobi Vail, Kathi Wilcox, and Johanna Fateman; her friendships with Kurt Cobain and Ian MacKaye; and her introduction to Joan Jett-- were all a testament to how the punk world could nurture and care for its own. Hanna opens up about falling in love with Ad-Rock of the Beastie Boys and her debilitating battle with Lyme disease, and she brings us behind the scenes of her musical growth in her bands, Le Tigre and The Julie Ruin. She also writes candidly about the Riot Grrrl movement, documenting with love its grassroots origins but critiquing its later exclusivity. In an uncut voice all her own, Hanna reveals the hardest times along with the most joyful--and how it continues to fuel her revolutionary art and music.

you can pre-order Rebel Girl now though bookshop.org!

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Best Character Named X Poll

I'm doing a series of "Best Character Named X" polls where all the characters have the same first name but are from completely different media, feel free to send in name/charcacter suggestions, I'm posting one poll a day. New polls scheduled for 1:30PM BST everyday.

If your favourite character is not included in the poll very sorry i have either never heard of them or actively chose not to include them as theres only 6 characters per poll. Characters will only count of that is their first name, surnames do not count. Official characters in canon only, please do not submit OCs.

Round 320: Camille

Round 321: Olaf

Round 322: Dana

Round 323: Tim

Round 324: Daisy

Round 325: Quentin

Round 326: Flora

Past Polls

Poll Ideas under the cut

Names that I have a complete list for*

Rebecca, Steve, Victoria, Katherine, George, Diana, Andy, Nora, Angel, Judy, Jo, Miranda, Pearl, Malcolm, Jamie, Tam, Klaus, Luna, Delilah, Claudia, Juliet, Jonas, Celia, Katya, Cynthia, Corey, Minerva, Ebony, Miriam, Percy, Bianca, Amara, Cleo, Cecil, Mabel, May, August, Francis, Matilda, Deborah, Jared, Kendra, Ophelia, Liesel, Fitz, Aurora, Ramona, Orion, Kala, Madeline, Anastasia, Kit, Marian, Lena, Polly, Cora, Leah, Jules, Irene, Laurie, Laurel, Hilda, Valentine, Joe, Monty, Skye, Walter, Marissa, Hope, Oberon, Lorna, Ace, Calvin, Bridget, Ulrich, Roger, Stella, Lenore, Wanda, Winona, Hannibal, Newt, Aiden, Oscar, Dorian, Dorothy, Una, Marnie, Mirabel, Dora, Olympia, Toby, Chip, Fearne, Axel, Gil, Bo, Rue, Leslie, Isabelle, Agnes, Luther, Sally, Delia, Richter, Scarlet, Bernard, Ray, Nigel, Selina, Harley, Blue, Missy, Perry, Paige, Duke, Tao, Gemma, Cornelius, Wendy, Apollo, Celeste, Clyde, Summer, Esther, Cole, Kieran, Melody, Vivian, Haley, Prudence, Ralph, Azrael, Lauren, Molly, Pauline, Athena, Darcy, Stan, Dana, Lee, Red, Stuart, Cliff, Gabriel, Octavia, Tsukasa, Anita, Esme, Ella, Heather, Riley, Pyrrha, Rupert, Ada, Orlando, Blair, Parker, Ike, Yukari, Tanya, Briar, Amber, Akira, Irma, Marlene, Trixie, Harriet, Letitia, Koichi, Katrina, Echo, Annette, Nami, Dale, Rod, Nina, Carina, Wade, Alucard, Rosemary, Lance, Yuki, Elena, Donatello, Puck, Callie, Moe, Hunter, Poppy, Titania, Fox, Melinda, Terry, Jackson, Melanie, Sunny, Dee, Clive, Freya, Randall, Caeser, Marina, Sasha, Dawn, Zain, Ron, Edith, Candy, Carlos, Raiden, Tara

Names I have an incomplete list for (welcome to send character suggestions)

Richter, Yasmin, Chase, Tina, Rudolf, Melvin, Melissa, Adele, Adeline, Jem, Dolores, Jude, Ginger, Bellamy, Jacob, Reese, Nemo, Addison, Adelaide, Candace, Abraham, Ragnar, Destiny, Hero, Drew, Raphael, Wallace, Jean (feminine), Cheryl, Shane, Tegan, Matthias, Liam, Ellis, Dennis, Josie, Mike, Bailey, Eden, Giselle, Suki, Keith, Wilfred, Blaine, Pam, Brianna, Sabine, Roman, Kalina, Mindy, Monet, Zara, Marcus, Elias, Mira, Glen, Farah, Faith, Enid, Ross, Antoinette, Elodie, Mallory, Kay, Renee, Willow, Albert, Howard, Oswald, Clem, Jace, Howell, Rowan, José, Christian, Ravi, Dev, Valerie, Norma, Tristan, Jolene, Yumi, Sakura, Carol, Carrie, Casper, Septimus, Rosalind, Rosamund, Rosie, Rosa, Gerald, Geraldine, Gerard, Ariel, Ariadne, Anya, Ida, Rocky, Mal, Solomon, Sol, Vera, Vincent, Nolan, Sage, Jojo, Calliope, Roxy, Roxanne, Silver, Noel, Noelle, Stacy, Lloyd, Alba, Virginia, Eva, Amos, Petra, Marla, Dante, Gretchen, Rhydian, Russ, Tate, Tatum, Morris, Ambrose, Doug, Grant, Graham, Aaron, Ivan, Paris, Doris, Rain, Sora, Wayne, Helga, Garth, Constantine, Sonny, Courtney, Jamal, Niall

Feel free to send more suggestions

*subject to change, you can still submit a character if there is no strikethrough if you think theres a character that its an absolute crime i dont add. Please don't suggest anything for the names with a strikethrough as they are polls that are already in my queue waiting to be published.

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Photos from Sasnak City 2023 by Alayna Lull of Alayna Snowy Rock Photography

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Source.

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Sasnak City reposted this photo of TLK cast at their The Kingdom convention on Instagram Story -- September 2, 2023. Love seeing this group reunited. Thanks to the fan for sharing their experience. (x)❤️

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🧺 — Laundry And Taxes

chapter 4. // (masterlist)

Toby’s eyes fluttered open, the chill of September being rivaled by the early morning sun hugging his skin. He squinted up at a large figure standing over him, before the figure spoke.

“Thought I’d find you here.”

A deep, irritated sigh escaped the boy's cold lips. He had fallen asleep sitting against a tree in that forest. There was little undergrowth surrounding him, only moss and wild bushes here and there. The smell of cool open air, and soft intoxicating sunlight, winded between him and the standing man. Bright rays shone from behind the figure's shadow.

“What do you want Tim,” Toby groaned. The drill of a woodpecker harmonized warmly. It was then that Toby’s tired eyes noticed Tim was holding two fishing rods, and a container of bait.

The man stood resilient over the angry boy.

“Come on kid, we’re going fishing.”

The pair sat on the edge of the old creaky fishing dock. Green-blue waters stood still, while the shadow of sea life under the surface danced. In the old world, they had been here on many occasions, to fish for something to eat.

Tim sat silently, diverting all of his attention towards placing the worm bait securely onto the hook. As Tim was preparing the line on their rods, Toby stared out at the vast lake beyond them. The morning clouds blanketed the sky, the blue heavens embracing the nurturing sun. It reflected off of the sparkling water, like a gleaming portal. Woods of the countryside rustled with the peaceful gaze of wind, it breezed past him and through his hair. His dark, desensitized eyes stared out at the magnificence, and Toby felt nothing but dread. Impatient and aggravated, he tapped his foot while waiting for the man to finish his task.

Tim brought himself to his feet and handed a baited rod to the boy, teaching him how to reel it back and toss the hook into the water. As Toby whipped the line back, and let it splash into the water, he hollered out in triumph.

“My old man never taught me how to fish, yknow,” Toby confessed as he stared out at the swimming fish underneath the surface of water, hoping to himself they’d catch.

“It’s good to know. For survival,” Tim noted, tapping his finger on the rod, eyeing the carps snapping at the bait. The two soldiers sat, and laughed to themselves, as they failed to catch anything significant. Horrible luck had passed over them that morning, and still they laughed, and still they reeled back their rods and tried again. Toby pulled in his line, feeling a heavy tug, excited for his big catch. As his reward flopped down onto the dock, Tim burst out in a laugh, as he noticed the boy had reeled in a boot.

“What a fucking cliche” Toby muttered to himself in irritation, glaring down at his treasure.

“If we do end up, by some god-given miracle, catching one of these fuckers,” Tim spoke out, “Let’s toss it back in.”

Toby paused for a moment and glanced over at the man with surprise. He grimaced at the suggestion that all their efforts would be tossed away like trash.

“It’s a new world, Toby. A second chance to do better. So instead of killing the little guys, why don’t we let them go this time. It’s what normal people would do.”

A harsh chuckle escaped Toby’s mouth as his colleagues' lecture went in one ear and out the other.

“Normal people, huh? I’m not built for that. We’re proxies, always will be.”

Tim stared down at the boy, shaking his head at the boy's impenetrable ways.

“If that's what you think, fine.”

“You think I’m wrong? Weapons are all we are.” The boy's voice began to grow louder, angrier. He hated nothing more than to be brushed off. To be treated like a naive child who knew no better.

“You threw away your humanity for a battle you didn’t understand, I get that, trust me I do. And now that the war is over, you don’t know what to do with yourself.”

“So what?”

“So, you never learned how to stop fighting Toby. And maybe you never will until it kills you.”

Toby huffed as he once again ignored the words of the man sitting on that dock next to him. He knew what he was, he knew what he had done.

“Yeah, what about it? I’ll let it kill me then, maybe that's just what it takes.”

“You know, I used to think I could take on the weight of the world by myself too. After everything, it took a lot out of me to even be around other people.” Tim gripped the fishing rod tightly in his hands. “But I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for the people in my life. And I got a feeling you’ll know what I’m talking about in a couple of years.”

There were no more words exchanged between the two, and the initial excitement seemed to have fizzled out. Tim sniffled as he quietly looked down into the water. Toby took in the warm rays beaming down on them. The call of a Northern Cardinal rolled past them, and the trees softly swayed in the distance alongside the dancing meadows surrounding the two.

“I caught something-”

“What?”

“I caught something!”

The sun shone in their eyes as Tim pulled the rod in, grasping the hooked fish with his hand, gently holding it as it squirmed. He carefully pulled the hook out of its mouth and handed it over to Toby.

“Go on, throw it back in.”

The boy stood in place, holding tightly onto the fish. He knew he should’ve thrown it back into the water, but his hands couldn’t help but squeeze the life out of it, and his violent eyes couldn’t help but watch.

“Toby, throw the damn fish back into the water.”

Toby trembled as he dug his nails into the carp, and watched closely to how it squirmed, begging for mercy. He squeezed his fists as tight as he could, until it stopped moving, and then released. The two watched as the fish flopped a couple of times pathetically on the dock, before finally succumbing to its death.

“Jesus Christ. You fucking mutt of a kid.”

“Don’t call me a fucking mutt.”

“You’re too damn obedient to be anything but a fuckin’ mutt! You’re like a perfectly trained guard dog, biting whatever you’re told to. How's losing that leash treating you, huh?”

Toby fought back, raising his voice to match the others furious tone.

“Maybe losing the leash is all great for you, but I don't have anything fucking left but memories and blood on my hands. That's all I am, man, so what?”

“Toby, listen-”

“No! You fucking listen! I don’t need you telling me what to do. I don’t need you telling me who I am. And I don’t need you to try and fucking pull me from the edge! I’m never going to change, and I’m never going to be like you. If I’m going to die like a dog trying to get back home, so be it. I don't need this shit.”

Toby caught his breath before storming off down the dock and back into the forest, not once looking back at Tim as he left. His body was burning with rage, and a hint of desperation. It bubbled up inside of him as he paced around through the woods, the tall trees looming over him. The cracks and crevices in the bark looked like eyes to him, and he had a sinking feeling he was being watched by the earth around him. Toby’s chest tightening, and his gut felt like a fish mouth hooked on something sharp.

His body spun around to the sound of a snapping twig, his heart beating fast, only to see a deer in the distance, staring curiously at him through the trees and tall grass.

“The fuck are you looking at?” Toby shouted out, causing the animal to run off.

Every sound, every slightest movement, caused the boy to clench his fists, and grit his teeth. Every bird chirps, insects buzzing past, the sway of branches. It all alerted Toby’s wreckage of a mind of unseen dangers, and prepared him to fight. His chest pounded like a rapid drum as his head darted around quickly, stealing glances at the trees surrounding him. The woods strangled him, suffocated him. He felt sick and dizzy, as if he was losing his mind. He thought back to all the nosebleeds in the old world, the brutal coughing, waking up in places with no recollection of what had happened. There was no static drilling holes in his mind, and yet he felt horribly sick, it weakened him.

Then, it occurred to him. If he was experiencing the sickness, then something must be causing it. It meant he was still plagued with the presence of the entity, The Slenderman. The sickness got worse in that forest, as it did back where he was from. Toby quickened his pace, racing to get out of the heavy atmosphere. He nearly collapsed as he got to the edge, desperately attempting to catch up to his breath which had run from him. It was now early evening, and he needed to get back to his motel.

As twilight dawned on the darkened room the boy laid in, Toby slowly dazed off into a deep sleep, putting a firm end to his exhausting day. That night, he tossed and turned in his slumber, as he dreamt of all things awful. Toby stood over the decapitated corpse of a deer, its legs twitching and body convulsing, as if it were gasping for air. He held his hatchet in his hands, huffing heavily, spit drooling from the gash in his cheek. His hands were bloody, his sneakers were ripped and covered in mud, there was graveyard dirt under his chewed nails. Toby’s eyes fixed into a trained glare, staring down at the carcass, watching it as it began to spurt out blood. The blood burst out at such intense rates it began to flood the tiny undetermined room the boy stood in, he began to step back, but noticed his legs had turned into a fish tail. He collapsed to the ground, flopping around mercilessly in the blood which drowned him like he was lost in sea. Toby yelled out, but his chest burned, and nothing but smoke escaped his mouth. He was consumed with fear, trying desperately to claw at anything to save him, but nothing was there.

Jolting awake in a cold sweat, Toby gripped his chest, sitting up. He breathed heavily as he shook the nightmare off. His eyes locked in at a hooded figure sitting across the room, watching him.

“What do you want?” Toby muttered angrily.

The figure, who Toby knew as Brian Thomas, stared at him through the red frowny face stitched into a black pull-over mask. Without a word, he stood up and walked out of the room. Toby groaned out in annoyance and turned around, trying to go back to sleep.

The next few days, Toby spent his time obsessively making notes of any signs The Slenderman existed in the world he now lived in. He found himself one evening walking around the abandoned hospital which resided in Rosswood Park, a place he knew to be heavily infected by the entity. He shuffled down the rotting hallways, peering into the empty rooms. It was all so familiar to him, far too familiar. Back in the old world, he would sometimes chase his victims into the building, or hide bodies there until he had a place to properly dispose of them. Sometimes he would find himself on the floor of the hospital, blood on his hands, without knowing whose it was. As he thought back to his past, walking through the winding hallways, he remembered the smell of decaying bodies, the screams, the taste of blood. And in a moment, he felt a wave of nausea he hadn’t experienced in some time wash over him, as if he was being baptized with his own history.

Toby felt his chest tighten, and the sickness consumed him once again. A part of him was fearful, alert, another part was smug, because it was further proof that he was right all along. The smugness didn’t last long, as he continued to walk, his knees began to weaken. Toby’s throat dried up, it felt like sandpaper when he swallowed.

“Are you here?” He called out. His voice shook.

There was no reply. Toby inhaled, and exhaled, but couldn’t seem to catch his breath. The world around him seemed to spin faster and faster. He stopped in his tracks, holding a hand over his beating heart which seemed like it was fighting its way out of his chest. Toby gulped and looked around at his surroundings. He was standing in the room he had once fought with Hoodie in, a persona of Brian’s.

Toby could almost feel the cold weight of the metal pole beat against his body again, as he thought back to the memory of being hit down by Hoodie. He had crossed a line, as he typically did, and needed to pay for it, as he typically did. That was one of the many moments Toby thought he was going to die. Just another moment. It didn’t mean much to him.

The more he thought about those things, the more he felt like the world around him was collapsing. A sick desperation, clawing at him from within. Toby felt as if he was standing in a morgue, and with the history of that place, he might as well have been. Though blood no longer stained the cold floors, and the smell of rot no longer lingered, the hospital still strangled the boy. There was no blood on his hands as he stood in an unscathed world, yet his fingers trembled, and he felt dizzy, as if he had done something horrible.

Tim had insisted to the crazed boy that The Slenderman didn’t exist in the new world, but as Toby stood there, trembling, dizzy, clutching his chest, feeling as though all the blood had drained from his body, he knew that something was tormenting him. Something that watched from amongst the trees, wailed with the sway of the branches.

It was getting dark out, the evening dusk approached, blanketing the once bright skies with a tormenting layer of twilight. The air had gotten cooler, and the winds which had picked up howled loudly throughout the corridors of the old hospital, long abandoned. Toby took a deep breath in, collecting himself, and journeyed down the winding hallways. He stumbled with each step he took, the world around him was spinning.

“Fuck-” He muttered under his breath through gritted teeth. His innocent hands grasped onto his body for support, attempting to hold himself up as he continued down the path, trying desperately to escape the labyrinth of a hospital he found himself in. It was as if the walls were closing in, claustrophobic. The feeling was near identical to how he felt in the depths of the forest the other day, plagued by disease. Like he was a rat in the maze of his own mind. Like he was drowning in a sea of terror and dread.

His heart beat in his chest like a snare drum, he wanted to scream out but his throat was so dry, nothing escaped him. The hallway spun faster and faster, his knees had gotten far too weak to carry his tired, heavy body. Toby’s body hit the ground, he felt the dizziness take hold of him. There was a little voice in the back of his head screaming, ‘you need to get up, nobody is coming to save you”. This was something he had learned from a very young age. It was knowledge he was going to take to his grave.

The boy grunted as he gasped for air, he was breathing heavily, as if he had just completed a marathon. Toby had spent a lot of time running. Chasing after escaped victims, running from the police, or enemies. Running from his home, running from his mistakes. It seemed the boy was quick enough on his feet to outrun just about anything. And it seemed now, it had finally caught up to him. As he laid weakly on the dirty, decaying hospital floor, he wondered how many footsteps had echoed throughout those halls. He wondered how many bodies had been dragged past where he remained. He wondered what The Slenderman wanted from him, why he was being tormented like this.

Back in the old world, sickness that intense only occurred when The Slenderman was close, and the eldritch being only got that close if it wanted something. Toby knew the feeling of dread all too well. He always felt, since he was a young boy, that doom was right around the corner. It rang out in his ears, mimicking the sound of his fathers footsteps. It smelt like cheap beer, it felt like a punch to the face. Danger was always one step away from the boy. And Toby was a born fighter, his fists were always clenched.

Toby inhaled the reek of the wartorn hospital, and exhaled his concern for his own life. One thing he had learned as a proxy was that if he was going down, he needed to go down fighting. He wasn’t going to lie there, waiting for something to happen, he was going to grit his teeth, push through the nausea and fear, and go down bloody.

He pushed his body up, and stumbled to his feet. The boy leaned up against the wall for support as he staggered along the corridor, tripping down the stairs, and throwing himself out of the entrance and into the wilderness. It was well into the night by the time Toby got out of that godless building. The fresh air cradled his sore lungs, he felt light-headed from all the oxygen that had escaped him. But nonetheless, the fighter boy stood victorious amongst the woods, as he had done many times in his past. To him, it was just the way things went. And it was only proof that there were still remains of the old world lingering, something to return to. Something that was familiar, nostalgic. Something that had accepted Toby in all of his disgrace.

Toby peered into the window of the quiet, small house which stood in the quiet, small neighborhood. Through a crack in the closed curtains, he saw that football was playing on TV, and saw two familiar men sitting on the couch of the living room, drinking beer. It looked like a normal Tuesday night, shared by two normal men who haven’t fought a war a day in their life. There was something about the simplicity of the sight that enraged Toby. How he was stuck remembering everything that happened, chained in by the past, while these two men watched the game and chatted casually over beer, as if nothing had happened. He wondered if they, too, had been plagued by the sickness in this world. Or if The Slenderman only had interest in the boy.

Toby knocked eagerly on the front door, knowing he most likely wasn’t welcome on that front step anymore. Disregarding this, he remained still, and waited for Tim to answer. Soon enough, the door creaked open, and this time, there was no shotgun in his face.

“What’re you doing here, Toby?”

The boy pushed past Tim, and wandered into the living room, where he stood over the other man, Brian Thomas. Toby glared at the blonde for a moment, before shaking off his need for revenge, and replacing it with a need for answers.

“Slender is here, I know it.”

Tim stood by the TV, crossing his arms, looking at the boy unimpressed. Brian stared back at Toby, a subtle hint of pity caressing his face.

“Kid, come on. There’s not a single lick of proof that thing exists here. Even our proxy marks are gone,” Tim said, showing off the back of his hand, to present the lack of Slender Symbol branded into him. It was nothing but clean skin, a fresh start.

“No, I know, but listen,” Toby reached into his sweater pocket and pulled out a small collection of folded up papers, “I’ve been keeping note of all the weird shit that's been happening. Heart beating fast, weird dreams, dizziness, losing my breath.”

Brian and Tim glanced over to each other, sharing a look of understanding as they listened to the desperate boy ramble on.

“I was at the forest the other day, after we went fishing, and I swear to fuck, I know Slender was watching me, I felt it. And- And in the hospital, I nearly lost my fucking mind in that place. I felt sick, really sick and-”

“Toby,” Brian interrupted, putting his drink down and standing up, he was much bigger than the boy, “I get it, you’re still sick. But spending your time in this place isn’t any good for you man. I know someone who can help you figure this one out, over in Mississippi.”

“What the fuck is in Mississippi?”

Brian put his hand on Toby’s shoulder, slightly squeezing.

“Jack is.”

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could I request more teen reader with the proxies just like general HC or scenario of stuff the squad gets up too

You absolutely can, I love this stuff. Wholesome found family content is one of my favorites.

Squad cooking lessons. I don't know why this was the first thing that popped into my head, but it did. Tim is one of the best chefs in the mansion, and he already gives Toby lessons every now and then, so he's started doing group lessons with you, Brian, and Toby so that he can teach you all at once. He lets you guys choose what you want to learn how to make, and he'll step by step teach you how to make the recipe, and he goes as slow as you guys need. It doesn't matter how well your dish turns out because he's just so happy and proud that you were able to make something, and he'll ruffle your hair and congratulate you. He's the hardest on Toby though, you guys always tease him if something goes really wrong with his dish.

Squad t-shirts???? Like you know those shirts where one says "I'm with stupid" and the other one says "I'm stupid"??? You guys have equivalents to that. I didn't know where this headcanon was going so I don't know exactly what all four of the shirts would say, but you guys definitely have a shirt combination that works and you wear them whenever you go out in public as a squad. Also, once you get those shirts, Tim totally gets all of you matching flannels. Tim LOVES flannels, and right now since it's fall it's peak flannel season he wears them all the time, so he makes sure you all have nice, high-quality flannels that match the ones he likes. Don't point out to him how adorable of an idea that was, he gets very embarrassed and tries to deny it.

Tim also takes you out fishing with him. I've said before that the proxies go out fishing with each other once a week or like once every other week since fishing is Tim's favorite hobby (and the creeps view it as a high honor if he invites you), so you get to go fishing with Tim when he invites the other two. It's a time for relaxation and no phones (except for group photos and pictures of whatever fish you catch), where you all just enjoy the peace of nature and the lake. If you ask Tim for fishing tips (even if you already know how to fish please ask him), he gets so excited and he'll help you set up your rod and help teach you how to cast your line and how and when to real it in. This is PEAK bonding time for Tim, it makes him so overjoyed to be out there with all of you fishing and having a good time. Plus, if you catch anything he feels SO proud and he gives you a big hug and takes a picture of you holding your catch and probably adds it to a folder he has of everyone and anything they've caught.

Also??? Maybe an underrated squad thing, but just grocery shopping together. You guys put together the list as a group, and you go to the store and it's just such a generic family activity to do, but it's so enjoyable, especially since it's something that Toby never got to do growing up, so the four of you enjoy going together to have some nice domestic happiness with all the stress and chaos in your lives. Plus, with all of you there it makes it easier to beg Tim for extra things like chocolate milk, or pizza rolls, or candy, or whatever it was that Tim said definitely didn't need to be on the list in the first place. If you and Toby beg him for it enough, Brian will smile and insist that it couldn't hurt to get it, so he'll sigh dramatically and get it for you guys because he loves you and he's bad at saying no sometimes. Plus Tim likes it when you guys all come along because then it's easier to get people to help him carry in the fuck ton of groceries you need to feed over twenty people in the mansion. You and Toby usually turn it into a competition to see who can carry in the most at one time, and it makes Tim worry about you guys dropping things, but Brian thinks it's really cute and wholesome. He always cheers you on and hopes that you win.