#will probably be out today sometime <3333

[kemistre]

i'm writing! no way i'm writing!

[melliiaahh]

Bllk boys with a short s/o hc ♢

Word count : 900+

Genre:Fluff!

Featuring: Nagi Seishiro, Reo Mikage, Rin Itoshi, Bachira Meguru, Isagi Yoichi

Warning: some swearing 

Notes: small hc for today! let me know if i should add more characters :)

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Nagi Seishiro

Makes fun of you and DOES NOT HOLD BACK. He would be the type to make dad jokes about it too. "I hope the next stage of your life comes with a ladder.” And then actually balls his eyes laughing Although you and Reo never found his jokes funny

He would also be the type of person to hold something you want like your phone up to where you can’t reach just cause he finds it cute and funny or if you’re not giving him enough attention “GIVE ME MY PHONE BACK SEI” “no its being annoying … you’ve been on it for ages can i have you're attention now?”

Although he can find it bothersome sometimes, he loves it when you ask for his help to reach things that you can’t get to sometimes He would purposely put stuff that you normally use on the top shelf just so you would ask for his help 

He obviously finds your height to be adorable. When you go on your tippy toes to hug or kiss him he finds it very cute. He will continue to make fun of you though 

If you’re taking too long to do anything like getting ready he would just put you over his shoulder and walk away. Would find it cute when you start hitting his back to let you down since it doesn’t hurt at all

Would be the type of person to lean his arm or head on your head. But then forget he’s probably double your height and weight and then you both fall over 

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Reo Mikage

Would find you’re height very adorable  and would carry you bridal style just cause he likes your flustered reaction to it 

Would rest his chin on yours when you guys are in public. He would also be very protective of you when in public, he’d always be next to you or holding your hand

Would be a tease but not as bad as Nagi. “ You’re so cute” or “aww does someone need help reaching it?” But that’s as much as he would go about teasing since he doesn’t want you too angry at him

Makes him super happy to feel wanted/needed for something even if its just to help you reach something

Would carry you bridal style or over his shoulder when he brings you to bed<3333

Would MELT at the sight of you on your tippy toes to kiss him or to try to grab something

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Bachira Meguru

Probably wouldn’t have noticed since he’s not as tall as the others until you asked him for help to grab something 

Then would tease the ever living shit out of you. Like when you want to give him a kiss but you can’t reach his face so he will tease you and not bend down so you have to try to pull him down(obviously doesn’t work until he gives in)

Also would give him a huge ego boost whenever he is reminded of the height difference

Would kiss you on your head or pick you up and spin you around <3333

Would also hug you from behind all the time!

He would also forget that you’re smaller sometimes so he would accidentally put all of his weight onto of you when he goes to cuddles

Makes him so happy being the big spoon whilst you guys cuddle, he engulfs you in a hug where as you’re too small to do the same. Its something he would tease you about as well 

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Rin Itoshi

Honestly wouldn’t care too much. But he does find it cute, he would NEVER say anything about it tho

Like Nagi, would take your stuff and just hold it above your head to tease you or to stop you from annoying him

Would probably tell you to buy a stool/small ladder so you can stop asking for his help all the time HAHAHAHA

Would purposely put stuff that you use normally on the top shelf especially whilst you guys are arguing so you’re forced to talk to him so you guys can make up<33

Is like the fucking titan wall compared to you. So he gives off scary bf x cute gf vibes in public. You would NEVER be hit on by another man with Rin around, he would terrify everyone around him.

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Isagi Yoichi 

Finds it so cute that he can barely function sometimes

Again would boost his ego a bit and feel very loved and needed at the fact that you need help from him<3

Would also be super protective and be constantly holding your hand or your waist 

Would always give you forehead kisses and would be flustered when you try to give him a kiss but is too short to reach<333

Would also hug you from behind with his chin on your head whilst you’re doing stuff 

Would tease you a little but moving his face away from a kiss but then he would give in like 5 seconds later 

Would love being the big spoon cause he loves the feeling of him being bigger than you and finds it really cute when you try to be the big spoon since you don’t cover much of him 

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[shinehyuk]

loverboy | yang jungwon

| Genre : yandere, horror(?)

ㅡ Summary : a mysterious secret admirer leaves love letters in your locker every morning. but one day, love letters become a thing of the past.

Word Count : 2.4k

tw/cw : obsession, toxic relationship, abuse, kidnapping, implied murder, violence, heavy themes, please do not read if sensitive/uncomfortable with such themes!!

a/n : SURPRISE!!! I'M SO SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG :( HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVELY BAE KAT @lmaoskz THIS IS FOR YOU I REALLY HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS AND THAT YOUR BIRTHDAY IS THE VERY BEST!!!! I LOVE YOU <3333

“lover boy” – "one who is enamored, person in love"

...

Good morning, my love.

I hope you slept well. Have you packed lunch? Make sure to eat. You have an exam today, right? I put the answers to the test in your Math book in case you need them. It wasn't easy obtaining them, so I truly hope that you will appreciate my gesture.

As always, I love you very much, my pretty. I wish that I can tell you that in person one day.

With love,

Your Loverboy

You frown as you read the note, rolling your eyes and tucking it into the corner of your locker where all the other letters resided. There were quite a good amount of them.

It all started about a year ago, when you transferred schools. You just felt like you didn't fit in. But with your new class, you were at home. Everything was amazing, other than the letters and a particular classmate that you found secretly staring at you quite often. Whenever you tried to talk to him, he'd avert your gaze or stutter – which was completely fine; he may be just really shy, you thought. But the staring was different. It wasn't shy at all. It was.. dark, somehow. You instantly got an odd, nervous feeling every time you accidentally locked eyes during his staring. Of course, he'd always instantly look away and try to be more secret with it the next time.

But maybe it's just you. You decided not to think more about it, quickly gathering your books and shutting your locker. The notes were way more creepy than the male in your class. They were never sweet, cute love notes. It was more of an obsessed feeling. Whoever was writing them must be very desperate. They never missed a day. You already contacted everyone you could about the strange letters, but nothing came out of it.

They were not afraid of going overboard, either, for example, the exam answers. How did they even gain access to your locker to be able to put the answers in your Math book? You definitely weren't going to use them, especially since they probably used some shady method to obtain them; and who says that the notes can't be wrong? You didn't want to fail your test, not because of a creep that just can't get the hint that you do not wish for the love letters to continue. You tried everything. Covering the openings of your locker, waking up extra early to guard the locker, all of it. Somehow, the letter still always managed to get in there, often associated with the irritation of the author of them. They'd express their anger on paper, sometimes by scribbles over words, writing in red ink or the paper being all creased up. Usually, the note would be neat, the handwriting fancy, maybe a couple red hearts on the other side of the paper. But not on days you'd get the author annoyed.

You walked to your class, greeting all your classmates with a slight bow and sitting on your seat. You decided to take a look at the answer exams that your secret admirer has acquired for you, searching for them in your Math book. The answers were, in fact, there. And they made sense, too, but you weren't going to cheat on such an important test. Even if they were good, you'd still be risking getting caught. You crumbled the note in your hand, throwing it back into your bag so you can safely throw it out at home.

The classes passed by quickly, but once again, you could feel that you had a certain pair of eyes on you. Finally, it was time for the exam. You did well, not using any additional help like the previous answer note.

The week went by quickly, as always filled with love letters every single day.

'Did you use the notes I gave you? Did you do well?'

'Are you eating well at home, too? Or should I start preparing you meals, too?'

'I saw you looking at that boy yesterday. He's not your loverboy, so don't even think about it. I'm joking, of course. Or am I?'

However, on Monday, you got quite a memorable note, as it came with a gift. It was a photo. A photo of you walking home. Clearly taken from a hiding place.

Good morning, my love.

Did you sleep well this time, too? I hope so.

Today, I wanted to do something special for you. You may not remember, but it's actually our anniversary. It's been a year since I've given you my first love letter and introduced myself as your loverboy. This is a gift from me to you. Don't worry, I've got a copy, so you can have this one. I sincerely hope that you appreciate your beauty as much as I appreciate it.

With love,

Your Loverboy

You wanted to puke. You could not handle this anymore. Running to the bathroom, you slid down the wall and buried your head into your hands. This has gone too far.

But who can help you? Everyone, including the police, thinks this is some sick joke that your classmates are playing on you, especially since you're "new". They think they want to play with your feelings. Students are ruthless sometimes, they say. But you know that this is not a joke. It can't be a joke. It just can't.

"Wrong door?" A familiar male voice had you putting your head up. It was a popular male student that everyone loved. He wasn't the typical bad boy or selfish, spoiled type of popular boy; he was nice to everyone while also maintaining a sense of charisma. You liked him, too. Maybe even a bit too much.

"I'm sorry" You stood up, hurrying out of the bathroom in embarrassment. No way that your crush just saw you like this.

On the floor. Crying. In a men's bathroom.

Just why did this have to happen to you? Nothing seems to go your way. Maybe it's time to transfer schools again.

"Wait" He stopped, gently holding your arm. "Want to talk about it? You look like you need someone who will listen."

"..in the men's bathroom?"

"No, silly. I know a place, come on." He smiled, leading you out. The next thing you know, you were standing on the rooftop of the school, watching more and more students enter the school. "So, what's the matter? You can tell me, I won't laugh."

"It's just.. someone's been putting these weird love notes in my locker." You said, explaining your situation to him. His gaze shifted from worried and sweet to an angry one as you spoke.

"What the hell? That 'loverboy', however he calls himself; he's obviously insane." The male scoffed, gifting you a pack of tissues from his backpack so you could wipe your tears. "If no one will do anything about him, we will, okay? How about we switch lockers? Mine's in a more visible spot, so more people can keep an eye out for him."

"N-No, I couldn't possibly ask that of you. It's okay." You assured.

"No, it's not. The next thing he could do is hurt you or someone else. You have to fight back, and I'll help you." He smiled, wrapping you in a tight hug. "It'll be okay."

You trusted him. It's not like you had anyone else to turn to right now, anyways. Everyone could be the 'loverboy'. But not him. He was too popular; people would notice.

The entire time you were talking, you couldn't shake off the feeling that you were being watched. But no one else was on the rooftop with you, so why? It surely must've been your mind playing games on you again. You've had a tough day and needed rest.

"You should go home. Get everything out of your locker and we'll exchange keys tomorrow, okay?" He smiled warmly, patting you on the head.

"Thank you so much" You returned his smile, having new hope that this entire chaos can be finally stopped with the help of your new friend.

A day passed. You exchanged your lockers. Surprisingly, when the male opened your locker that was now his, there was no note there. You went to open your locker. A familiar love letter appeared before your eyes, making you bite down on your cheek in frustration. Hopefully someone saw the culprit, at least. Deciding to let it go and not read the letter, you put your stuff in the locker and went to your class.

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Jungwon sighed out, leaning against the wall as he watched you leaving the locker room, not even bothering to glance at the contents of his note. That's just too bad, isn't it? That letter, just like all the others, was important, but this one was important in particular. It contained a warning. But if you're that ignorant of his love, then so be it. It only makes everything more fun. He smirked, running his fingers through his hair. Soon, he won't need to write you any silly love letters anymore. He had a better plan.

You don't have to read love letters. You can just throw them out, like you always do. But you do have to listen to someone who forces you to listen, whether you want it or not. You can't throw that person out. Jungwon thinks of it as an upgrade that he will bring to life very, very soon. Sooner than you might expect.

But not tonight. Tonight, he has a different mission. It's a very simple one.

Eliminate the threat.

—

This day passed quickly for you, and you could move straight into the next one, hoping that today, something may have changed.

And it did. You couldn't find two things.

First, your new male best friend. Second, a new love letter.

You had mixed feelings. You felt like something very, very bad was about to happen. It was almost like you could feel it. Aren't you supposed to be happy about not finding a new note? Maybe the 'loverboy' has given up, seeing that the locker is now more visible to the public and he doesn't want to put himself at risk? You truly hoped so.

The day slowly came to an end, and you didn't notice anything weird at all. It was just a very calm, normal day for you. The most normal yet.

You finished packing everything into your locker, ready to head home. Suddenly, you were stopped by the male that you always had odd feelings about.

"Jungwon?" You thought out loud, the male nodding.

"I, uh, know that this is sudden, but would you like to be my partner for the Art project? I'm not sure I understand the theme very well, and you're good at Art, so.." He scratched the back of his head, an innocent smile on his face. "Help me out?"

You weren't sure what to say for a good few seconds, surprised. He never spoke to you first before. His sudden question was surprising, but maybe it was a good chance for you two to get to know each other better? You think that everyone needs a chance to prove themselves, and so you decided not to turn him down. Maybe you can even become good friends?

"Yeah, sure!" You smiled. "So, uh, do you mind if we do it at your place? Mine is kind of a mess right now."

Precisely, you have spent the night trying to figure out who might be your secret admirer. Jungwon was also amongst the many suspects, but you thought that he was too shy to bother you to such an extent. Your room was a big, big mess, and you didn't want the male to know what was going on. Perhaps if you became closer?

Jungwon's smirk appeared as quickly as it disappeared, the male nodding. That was the plan, of course; the plan was also, if you didn't agree, drag you there by force, but he was glad that he didn't need to resort to such drastic measures towards you. "Yeah, why not? Should we go now?"

You ended up at his house, which was surprisingly close to the school. You walked there while chatting and getting to know each other for a bit, feeling bad that you thought he was weird before. The more you talked with him, the more you changed your mind about the male. He was actually kind of sweet.

"You've got a nice place" You said, putting your bag in the living room.

"Thanks, I try my best" He chuckled, going upstairs while gesturing at you to follow him. You followed him to his room, the male closing the door behind you. "Well, make yourself at home." You're going to spend some time here, so might as well already start adjusting, no?

You looked around his room while he got the supplies needed for the art project you were going to be working on together. It was a very neat, organized room. Nothing was out of place. You actually kind of liked it; it definitely suited someone like Jungwon.

A few hours have passed before you finally finished the project, high-fiving Jungwon for your hard work. One thing you noticed is that while doing the project, he was the one doing the most work. You didn't know that he was so good at art. Was he lying about not understanding the theme?

"Well, I should really get going. It was fun" You smiled, searching for your phone that you were sure that you put on his desk.

"So fast?" He chuckled. "Can't you stay a little longer?"

"I really have to go, sorry. But I'll see you tomorrow"

The male blocked the door, locking it. "I don't think you understand," He snickered. "You aren't going anywhere."

"What?" You frown.

"I'm not letting you go. Maybe if you read that last note, you'd know."

"I-I'm sorry, I'm not following–"

"Silly little thing, can't you connect the dots already?" He chuckled, coming up to you and caressing your cheek. "I'm your loverboy."

You widen your eyes as he lightly kisses your forehead. No, no, no, no, no. This can't be happening.

"N-No, Jungwon, please–"

"I waited for this for so long" He sighed, putting his forehead against yours. "And now, you're finally mine."

The last thing you saw before you blacked out was a scrap of metal hitting you and Jungwon's obsessed gaze. It's the end. But don't worry.

The loverboy is going to take good care of you.

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once again i hope you enjoyed it!!! I HOPE ALL YOUR BDAY WISHES WILL COME TRUE!!! <33 ILYSM

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[littlesislovesyou]

Awww so cute...I know you would be for me and I'd love to feel your pussy tighten or clench around me at certain parts that excite you more than most and hearing me openly praise you for looking so good and pretty, then mocking and teasing you for how slutty and dumbed out you sound in another part...becoming even more desperate and horny when your eyes meet the camera all while my fingers are teasing your lil clit in real time and it's taking everything in you not to start grinding and fucking yourself into my lap while I complete the finishing touches on editing the videos and cropped pictures and then playing the videos from start to finish...as I whisper in your ear not to cum yet as I cover your neck and chest in hickies and kisses... groping your tits and squeezing them while keeping you from moving too much without permission...

I'm gonna turn you into a proper and good little edgeslut and making you watch me annihilate your pretty and needy little cunt until I've bred and filled you up with my cum. Fucking it deeper and deeper inside and making your eyes roll back in pleasure and overstimulation until I've claimed you as mine and you're an unconsciousness, cum covered and leaking mess as we cuddle up~ And of course it's all too hot for you to resist cumming hard and squirting all over my cock only 10 minutes into the video...and I have to punish you for cumming without permission by bending you over my desk and spanking you as I fuck your sore cunny recovering from orgasming so hard and feeling a sense of release that turns quickly into overwhelming pleasure from me nonstop using your pussy like a fleshlight and then returning you to cockwarming my cock when I ask you to tell me when you're close to cumming again... And then going a little easier on you as the video was going on in the background the whole time...asking you to try and hold out until it ends~ I believe you can do it babygirl~ As hard as it is to resist cumming again. I know you can be a good girl for me 🤭🔪

And of course if you survive I'll be sure to reward you for being so good for me however you want...you just need to use your pretty and needy little voice and beg me for it and I'll always do my best to reward you sweetheart~ 🖤 And if you don't because we're getting to the hottest part?

It's okay...I'll understand...I'll take it as a sign that you want to cum alot tonight and fuck every single orgasm I can out of you until either my balls are empty or you go limp and unconscious from the pleasure and will be unable to walk properly the next day~ And of course we need to get the hot and good angles for all the people we share it with 😌 Showing off your irresistible body for everyone to use as their masturbation material here while I'm fucking you as you scroll and watch them do so and send filthy asks talking about how much they want to use you in detail and it makes you clench around me more and more as I breed your cunt again and again~ Choking and degrading you for being such a filthy whore getting off from the perverted attention...getting used on both sides making you unbelievably horny and dumb on my cock <3333

I'd love if you rubbed yourself dumb and stupid horny for me anyday 💕💗💓🤫 I practically already do when I get a rare amount of time to myself. Sometimes I'll edge myself a little longer because I want to spend more time imagining all the filthy stuff we'd do together, throbbing uncontrollably before finally cumming for you 😩

Atta girl...I'll be sure to treasure your heart and worship and fuck your pussy with my gloved fingers as your perverted masked stranger~ 💞

I'm doing okay I just def might take a bit to get on like today either because of busy days or because I need a day to rest and recover lol social media is a bitch but trust me it's not you. If I had my way we'd be going back and forth all day if we were both available XD but if things go well I'll be here earlier and you'll know about it for sure 🥰 I'll also probably check in of course to make sure you're okay~ <3 But I promise I'm taking care of myself however I can and I'm sure you would take care of me too if you had the chance...though perhaps not just in the classical way lol

I'm glad that makes you happy and yeah I am comfortable exploring and talking concepts with you~ And just being me. Whoever that is cuz isn't it ironic that a person in a mask is trying to find themselves or who they are and expressing that here through my thoughts lol

I did get alot of rest it was just a really long day. I hope you're okay sweetheart!!! 💗💗💕

Aweee hi! I missed you today! 🥺💗 I hope you’re doing well, I’m sorry you had a long day, i definitely understand what that’s like, I hope you feel better soon💓🫶

Mm I’m doing alright! 🥺 just tired n horny my 24/7 mood<3 I’m kiddinggggg.. kinda ;’)

Alsooo I’m definitely saving those asks for myself 👀💗 you definitely had me a bit speechless last night, in a good way of course, I loveddd ittt<3 I also have no problem telling you which ones I like ☺️

You call me a succubus but you’re really just as bad as I am aren’t you? 🥺 sending me all these dirty and lewd asks just for me to touch myself to, ruining my panties, and just keeping you in my thoughts<3 I’m so glad I’m in yours as well, that’s actually cute;’) just can’t stop thinking about me hm? You really are such a stalker~

I really am just your little fuck pet hm? 👀💗 goddd I would absolutely do whatever you say<33 I would be such a good slutty pet, letting you show me off to all the older men online, goddd you saying you would unleash me and telling me to tease the married man made me rub my thighs together<3

Yeah you think about me when you cum?;’) 💗 ugh why do you have to be so just,, teasing 🥺 hhh you’re literally melting my brain you know that? I wouldn’t be surprised if you did make me dumb and mindless on your cock<333 I would probably be wanting it all the time~ agh my parents would be so ashamed of me honestly, wanting a masked stranger to ruin me and take me🥺💗💗

Hhh 💗💗 I promise I’ll beg so pretty for you<3 even if it’s no and please stop;’) im sure that would turn you on just as much~

🥺yeah you gonna show all the older married men on my blog my needy little cunny stretching to fit you? Buried deep inside me, getting all the best shots of you using me, degrading me, and breeding me hehe💗💗💗 only your pussy~ you’re the only one allowed to be buried so deep inside of it☺️

God you’re ruining me you know that?💗 but I wouldn’t have it any other way<3 Im glad you’re doing alright though, I absolutely would take care of you too are you kidding?☺️💗

And please don’t worry about me! I’m sure we’ll eventually end up on at the same time 🥺💗 I usually check every night! 💗

God I honestly just wanna be your own personal porn<333

You quite literally make me feel like a dog in heat 🥺 I just wanna hump your thigh till I’m all slick and drippy, making your pants all wet, I probably won’t be satisfied till I have your cum dripping out of me every night<33

[anarchy-n-glitter]

Bring the Pain

Summary: Daphne Napier used to date Charles Lee Ray when she lived in Chicago... or at least he told her they were dating. He taught her everything she knew, helped her become the person she is today, and she truly believed he loved her. Then he died. Alexis Quinn lives in Hackensack, New Jersey with her girlfriend Tess Monroe. (Chucky/Charles Lee Ray x OC/reader) Words: 4,480

(CHAPTER 2 HERE)

A/N: I have finally finished chapter 1 of Daphne's fic thank u chucky season 3 <3333

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She was cleaning their apartment when she found it. 

Alexis had a nice apartment. It was larger than most Jersey apartments, with nice hardwood floors and four bedrooms. It was on a higher floor of a very nice building, in an even nicer part of town that made her question why Alexis hung around people like her and her friends. The furniture inside was older and made of dark oak wood, with deep gem colors and a velvety texture, and in the center of the living room was a large rug made of white fur - she still wasn’t sure if it was real or not. The kitchen had marble counters and stainless steel appliances. 

When she had been invited over for the first time a couple of months after meeting Alexis she tried not to show her shock and awe. After all, she never would have guessed Alexis was rich just by looking at her. The strawberry blonde woman often dressed like one of the local goths: all black with fishnets and touches of her favorite color, which was pink, and darker makeup. Alexis described herself as punk, though, and some outfits of hers fit that description, but the moment she saw where she lived she dismissed the idea of Alexis being anything other than a young woman rebelling against her rich parents. 

That night, Alexis confessed that she had a crush on her, smiling bashfully yet hardly hiding that seductive look in her emerald eyes under the low light of her fireplace.

“I like you.” She said so casually as everyone around them chattered amongst themselves. There were probably twenty other people there that night, Alexis called it a small house party, and she secretly wished she went there alone. The music was blaring. Her dark eyes widened with shock as she leaned forward. 

“What?” She choked into her red cup. 

“I said I like you, Tess.” All the brunette could do was blink in shock. The admittedly intimidating woman smiled widely and dropped her head as she laughed, her strawberry bangs covering her eyes. 

“You don’t do this often do you?” She chuckled. Tess’s face grew redder than a tomato as she stumbled over her words, trying to regain her composure and save her dignity. “Tess.” Alexis’s green eyes shone with amusement, like a cat that was playing with a mouse, but her tone was serious. 

“Yeah?” 

“Shut up and kiss me.” 

Her tactic seemed to work though, it got her into bed, and it was the start of their relationship. 

Three years passed and now Alexis was out every night doing god-knows-what and she was stuck at home cleaning. Her mother would laugh at her, remarking that “she always knew Alexis was the man in the relationship” in her usual spiteful tone before lecturing Tess on how she was right and she needed a real man. Her mother never was too supportive of her or her relationships. Alexis was not the first woman she loved, and - while she was sure they’d be together forever - if it didn’t work out Alexis wouldn’t be the last either. Her mother never seemed to understand that. 

Her mother’s opinions were incredibly outdated for the year 2021.

But part of her was growing resentful of her mother’s words, not just because she was not-so-vaguely homophobic, but because she was onto something. Tess stayed home all day and all night, not having to work because Alexis had it all covered somehow, and she cooked and cleaned and took care of everything around the apartment - Alexis’s apartment - while her girlfriend was out all day, sometimes all night too. She never signed up to be a housewife, and while staying home all day was nice at first, she had things she wanted to do and achieve eventually. Not to mention the fact that their relationship was supposed to be built on equality.

Make sure you get under the couches, you always forget under the couches. Her mother’s voice echoed in her head even when she didn’t want it there. Even though she hated to admit it, the disembodied voice of her mom was right, she did almost forget to clean under the couches. She started with the deep magenta one against the wall closest to the entrance, moving it onto the white rug before pausing.

There were magazines and newspapers underneath. 

Each one was clearly old, with the edges of their pages bent and creased and frayed. They looked well read, with creases on the spine of each magazine. The images were faded, but she recognized the face on each one. Emerald eyes stared back at her, and the usual mess of curly hair was pulled into two low ponytails, though it was a much darker auburn color than the rosy blonde she usually sported. On her lips was a dark red lipstick, and around her neck was the same choker with the magenta gem in the center…

The title of each magazine was relatively the same, something along the lines of “I secretly dated a serial killer.” There were a few mentions of a man, Charles Lee Ray, a familiar name to anyone who lived in Jersey or Chicago. She looked on with horror but also skepticism. They all looked like tabloid trash, and she was sure her girlfriend couldn’t have been in a magazine from over 30 years ago. She became more concerned about why her girlfriend would photoshop herself into a magazine claiming to be a dead serial killer’s mistress…. but the magazines felt old… too old to be faked. 

She pushed a strand of thin, brown hair back behind her ear as her hand shook.

She placed the magazines to the side and looked at the newspaper. In big, bold letters it read: 

“ACCOMPLICE TO LAKESHORE STRANGLER ACQUITTED” 

with a picture of the same woman walking down the steps to a courthouse. On either side of her were her lawyers and a security guard, and she was dressed like Marissa Tomei in My Cousin Vinny, with a sleek black dress and a baggy leather jacket. She was hiding her face from the people who waited outside, flanking either side of the barricaded steps, flashing cameras and hurling words at her from the looks of it. She seemed to be the same age as Alexis. 

The article inside mentioned a slew of things she’d never read up on before. She was familiar with Charles Lee Ray, and the events in 1988, but she’d never heard of Daphne Napier. She supposed if she was acquitted most people didn’t find it interesting enough to talk about her in podcasts or discussions online, and she wasn’t really into true crime so she wouldn’t have known either way, but something about this new story kept her wanting to read more. The article said she claimed she had been in a relationship with his other accomplice, Eddie Caputo when she was only seventeen, and when she realized what exactly her boyfriend was doing she tried to get away. She then claimed the two killers held her hostage for four years, and while she said she never did any of the killing herself, she admitted to being forced to help them get away and clean up their messes. 

The images made her sick to her stomach. They were uncannily similar to Alexis in every way, and for some strange reason, deep down she feared the woman she’d come to love was not who she claimed to be. She couldn’t bear to look inside the magazines, wondering just what Daphne might have said to those publishers as opposed to a judge and jury. She supposed it wasn’t good. 

The sound of keys jingling in the hallway and the door unlocking startled her.

“Tess? You up? I’m home!” Alexis’s (or could she even call her that anymore?) thick brooklyn accent sounded from the hallway. Tess froze, still holding the newspaper in her hands as large, black boots with pink laces came into view. Her gaze traveled up the length of her fishnet-clad legs and the rest of her body, where she met that same emerald stare from the cover of the magazine. Tess’s eyes filled with tears as Alexis tilted her head like a curious dog. 

“What’cha got there?” She asked with no hint of malice or even nervousness. Tess looked down slowly at the paper, then back at her girlfriend. She had no idea why she felt so frightened. She opened her mouth to speak and found it hard to put the words together. At worst, her girlfriend is somehow much older than she looks and claims to be, with a different name and a past filled with serial killers. At best she’s just a true crime nut who has the hots for Charles Lee Ray. She honestly hoped it was the second option, that was much easier to deal with.

Her mouth was dry. “I don’t know what this is” was all she could muster. Alexis took another step forward, looking over Tess’s shoulder with that same look of innocent curiosity. She furrowed her brow. 

“That’s me.” She stated simply, as if the very idea that a picture of a woman 30 years ago was actually her wasn’t earth shattering for Tess. The brunette let out a small whine.

“What?” Emerald eyes met her brown ones. Alexis smiled again.

“That’s me. Daphne Napier is me.” She doubled down in a completely serious tone, pointing to the newspaper and magazines. She must have lost it, Tess thought, or maybe I have if I’m starting to believe her.

“Daphne Napier was twenty one when this article was published. You’re almost twenty five.” But you haven’t aged a day since we met. Alexis, or Daphne, smiled to herself, the look of innocence gone. Her smile seemed malicious and bitter. She put her hands on her hips and began to pace the foyer. 

“You weren’t supposed to see that.” The way the cherry blonde laughed sent shivers down Tess’s spine. “Look, Tess, there’s a lot that you don’t know about me, there’s a lot I haven’t told you.” She stopped and gestured between the two of them. 

“I thought we had something special.” She sounded heartbroken. Tess stood, grabbing Alexis’s (Daphne’s) hands in hers. 

“We do!” Tess exclaimed, bringing Alexis’s (Daphne’s) cold fingers to her lips. “We do.” She reassured her, whispering against her flesh. “I just don’t understand.” There was a change in her girlfriend’s eyes, something more sinister replacing the sorrow. 

“I really liked you too, I was hoping we could keep doing this for a few more years.” She was laughing but hardly smiling. There was something deep down that told Tess to run - to get out of there before she got hurt. But Alexis would never hurt her… right? 

This wasn’t Alexis though, and Tess could never be sure Alexis ever existed. This was Daphne Napier, a woman who was most likely a monster in her own right.

“We can.” She ignored the warning signs, that feeling deep inside, to appease the woman she’d come to love. She hoped there was some truth to the Alexis persona, and she hoped there was something to save here. “I’ll forget I saw it, I promise. Your name is Alexis Quinn.” Tess muttered. She wasn’t sure if she was saying to appease the erratic woman in front of her or if she was trying to convince herself.

Tess could feel her heartbeat in her throat as her stomach turned uneasily. She couldn’t hold Alexis’s emerald gaze any longer. Who are you, Alexis? She thought to herself uneasily. Who am I? What are we doing here?

Her name is Alexis Quinn. Her name is Alexis Quinn. Her name is…

“I’m sorry.” Tess could barely react before something was smashed against her head, and she fell to the floor. Daphne stood over her, watching silently to make sure her (soon to be ex) girlfriend was truly knocked out. She glanced at the old, iron doorstep in her hand and sighed as she dropped it. It collided with the wood floor with a loud THUD!

Blood began to pour from the large gash in the back of the brunette’s head, like the crimson halo of a fallen angel. Daphne sneered at the girl, Fallen’s right, don’t know about any angel though. She knelt down and felt at Tess’s pale-growing-paler-by-the-minute neck, cold fingers searching for a pulse. Weakly, the brunette reached out for her wrist, for comfort from the person she once loved so dearly. Daphne pulled her hand back quickly. 

“I hate it when they don’t see it’s over.” She huffed, sadistically mimicking the cadence of a valley girl in a high school drama. “The best exes know when it’s time to move on.” She whispered, her voice shifting to something more soothing as she tauntingly ran her fingers through Tess’s thin strands. Her other hand reached for the doorstep beside her. 

“Take a few notes from the other guys and drop dead already.” The iron struck the side of her head quickly and without mercy - the cracking sound her skull made would be sickening to anyone less than a pro, but luckily Daphne was just that. 

“Alright, Damballa, this one’s a little early so you gotta work with me, here.” She muttered as she gripped the pink gem on her choker. She swore it glowed ever so softly whenever she did this, though she could never prove it. With one hand raised to the sky, she spoke with conviction. 

“Ade due Damballa…”

♛♛♛♛♛♛♛♛

Chicago, Illinois

1988

It was true. Daphne felt sick to her stomach. 

Her emerald eyes were locked on the man in front of her; disheveled with stubble along his chin, tousled dark hair, and a brown coat wrapped around his wiry form. The black fingerless gloves on his hands almost completed the look. He looked like a bum. 

“You left him there?” Her voice was weak and shaking, hiding the anger and sorrow that lurked beneath her porcelain skin. Dark eyes looked her up and down, which only served to fuel the fire that raged in her gut. She wanted to drive the screwdriver that laid on the dirty, broken counter into his eye. The hideout was a mess, and she assumed it was because neither her nor Tiffany had been around in some time. From what she heard, Chuck seemed to have found someone new.

She would be lying if she said it didn’t hurt. 

“I haven’t seen you in god-knows-how-long and this is the first thing you wanna talk about? Anyway, what’s that around your neck? You get into gaudy jewelry lately?” Was all Eddie could muster. Daphne glared at him as she clutched the pink gem on the golden necklace she had bought from some lady. The gem was valuable, the necklace itself… not so much. She would have to make something more suited to her style. 

Everything else was the truth, though, he hadn’t seen Daphne since she stopped seeing Chucky. Part of him thought she was dead - thought Tiffany had gotten to her or maybe Charles got bored before…

Either way, Daphne stood before him, dark lines of mascara running down her tear soaked cheeks with smeared lipstick upon her perfect, plump lips. Her dark apparel seemed appropriate - he guessed she saw the news, though she always dressed like that. It was part of the reason Tiff stopped dressing like an uptown brat. Daph’s auburn hair was as fiery as the day she left. Winter fire… 

Fire was all she was as she seethed in place, clenching her fists. Large, black boots stomped on the ground, taking Eddie out of his thoughts.

“No. No, you are not changing the subject. You left him there!” She screeched. She was so angry she could tear him apart with her bare hands. She fought the urge to wrap perfectly manicured fingers around his thin neck. “You have - no, had - one job! One fucking job, Eddie!”

“The cops were closing in on us, Daph.” He began, taking that same patronizing tone he used to use when they argued when they were dating. It only made her angrier. Made her heart ache more. 

“Oh wait, I forgot, you only care about him, right?” That was the last straw. Her fist pounded on his chest.

“He was our friend you fucking asshole!”

Eddie grabbed her wrists, pulling her even closer. Daphne felt like she could collapse then and there. Her legs felt like jelly, her head heavy and hazy as she tried to focus through the barrage of tears that flooded her eyes. She had never felt so many emotions at once before… it was terrible and smothering. “He was a bit more than a friend to you, though. Isn’t that right, Daph?” She pushed herself away from him and stumbled backwards before collapsing to the ground, heaving. 

All she could do was wail, feeling the rawness in her throat and the heaviness in her chest. Every move she made reminded her she was still here, still breathing, still alive. 

She was alive, unlike Chucky, and that was what hurt the most. She thought the worst thing he did to her was leave her… she had a whole other thing coming. 

“Shut the fuck up.” She muttered through the tears, wiping lamely at her cheeks. 

“Tiff put an end to that one, didn’t she?” She bit her tongue at that one, glaring up at the cowardly man in front of her through blazing bangs. 

“I didn’t know about that! He insisted they weren’t together anymore, he said she was crazy!”

“He was only half lying, then. What a good guy!” Eddie spouted sarcastically. Daphne rolled her eyes. 

“What we had doesn’t erase the fact that I still care…” She trailed off, biting back the tightness in her throat and tears that swelled in her eyes as she realized her mistake. “Cared about him.” She choked. 

“I cared about you, Daph.” Eddie crouched down beside her. Daphne scoffed and crossed her arms, scooting away from him ever so slightly as she fought the urge to laugh bitterly in his face. “No, really, I did. I mean, Charles had a point, dating you when I did was bad news but he was only saying that cause he wanted you for himself. I thought you were beautiful, intelligent and so wise beyond your years.” 

“C’mon, Eddie, we both know that’s bullshit.” She sniffled, rubbing her slick nose with the sleeve of her magenta cardigan. He knew she was referring to his accusation.

“Is it? He tells me to dump you, and I send you away cause of it. You turn nineteen, start coming back around, and suddenly he’s all over you.” He would be lying if he said he wasn’t still a little bitter. 

“I was almost twenty.” Daphne exclaimed with conviction, ever the naive teen he met all those years ago. He rolled his eyes at her. “I didn’t just turn nineteen when I got together with Chuck. Anyway, it’s not like you’re much better.” She got to her feet, towering over the gaunt man in her platform boots. 

“Don’t try to take the moral high ground when you dated a goddamn seventeen year old!” She continued, rubbing in the little fact Eddie conveniently left out of his manipulation. Daphne was sixteen when she met Eddie, and she was indeed seventeen when they decided to make things official. 

She thought she was so cool back then. Now she knows what happened.

“Jesus…” Eddie muttered as he stood. 

“At least Chuck had the decency to know that was fucked up! He respected me.” Daphne crossed her arms and looked away, her eyes focusing on the screwdriver again, if only for a moment. She thought of Chucky in that moment - thought of the way his sky colored eyes seemed to soften at the sight of her, the way he would smile at her and guide her hand while he taught her to slit someone’s throat, the way he corrupted her in the sweetest and most sinful ways and the way he whispered loving words in her ear, holding her closer and closer until…

“He loved me.” She stated in a voice no louder than a whisper, and in her heart she knew it was true. 

“You’re fucking delusional.” Eddie spat, throwing his hands up in frustration as he pushed past her. “You sound like Tiff.” 

That was the last straw. 

Daphne was quick to grab the screwdriver from the counter and plunge it into Eddie’s open palm, ripping through the cheap cotton blend and tearing through his flesh. He pulled away from her grip, her hand still firmly wrapped around the tool as she withdrew it, blood dripping off the rusted metal and onto the dusty floors. Eddie cradled the wounded hand close to his chest, his dark eyes wide and focused on her as he monitored her closely, making sure she wouldn’t drive the rusty tool into his neck next. 

“Don’t you ever compare me to her! I’m my own person, Eddie!” Daphne screamed before turning around. She felt the anger bubbling in her chest again, the red that blinded her vision. She could kill him right then and there, and she felt she would be justified.

After all, he did kill her best friend.

(Her best friend who hadn’t spoken to her in a year. Her best friend who basically pumped and dumped the moment things got too complicated for him, regardless of how she felt.)

“I’m not some bumbling, insecure psycho idiot who tries to be someone else when my man loses interest! I at least know when to take the hint and walk away!” Spoken like someone who wasn’t completely and utterly insecure - no, not at all, she thought to herself. Daphne’s feelings toward Tiffany were complicated. She did feel bad about what she inadvertently did to her, yet part of her was still angry at the woman. After all, had she not threatened to kill Daphne, her and Chucky would still be together. 

Would being the other woman be enough for her, though? Would she truly be happy with the small stops and little visits that resulted in sex and not much else? 

She paced around the kitchen like a caged tiger - unpredictable and dangerous, as usual. Eddie missed when Daph wasn’t so comfortable with killing and maiming. 

In many ways Chucky changed her for the worse.

A sudden calmness came over her eyes, practically glazing them over as a smirk made its way to her smudged lips. She dropped the screwdriver.

“Hope you got your tetanus shot, babe, you’re probably gonna need it.” She began as she turned on her heel, leaving Eddie trembling in the corner to watch her slink out the front door. 

Along the way, Daphne seemed to miss a little boy walking down the street alone, hugging his Good Guy doll close to his chest.

♛♛♛♛♛♛♛♛

Hackensack, New Jersey

2023

Daphne was tired. Things were starting to get a bit desperate now that it had been two whole years since she killed Tess. 

A soul can only last as long as the amount of time she spends sweetening them up. Unfortunately for her, she was beginning to run out of time with no one new lined up to take Tess’s place. Sure, a one night stand here and there could give her a few more days, but the amount of people she would have to sleep with in order to stay young for another year while she lines up the next poor sucker would be too damn many.

The amulet of eternal life was complicated like that - it needed a soul to sustain a soul. 

God, it made her sound like a vampire.

Spiritual vampire, she used to muse cheerfully to herself as she would consider taking another life for her own. The souls would keep her young forever, or at least that’s what she thought. It took only a few more wrinkles near her eyes for her to figure out she needed a connection with the souls the amulet collected.

Now she was a fucking black widow. 

She was grateful for a few of her exes, though, like the older rich man Boris. He’s the reason she didn’t have to work anymore, and the reason she was living in the apartment she was. Once she got rid of his brats, and sweet talked him into putting her into the will, she killed him. Best three years of her life, though. The gowns and gifts were to die for!

But Tess was different.

Daphne hadn’t felt so alive in a long time. In a lot of ways, Tess seemed to fill the hole Chucky had left over thirty years prior. She was wonderful and kept her on her toes, even if it wasn’t in the usual exciting way Chucky used to. She managed to make Daphne laugh, made her appreciate life again…

And she supposed that was why she struggled to find a new victim. No one was Tess… or Chucky for that matter. 

Her apartment was dark and empty, with no one around to liven the place up. Daphne was out all day and night searching for someone… someone to love, someone to hold, someone to consume into her own being when the time was right. 

God I hate dating! She thought frustratedly as she slid down the surface of her front door.

Then, in the darkness, she heard something drop. It sounded like one of her books, but she couldn’t be sure. She pressed her lips into a thin line and straightened up, feeling irritation and anger in her core. Oh, whoever decided to try and rob me tonight is in for a bad fucking time. She thought bitterly. To her right was the iron doorstep, the same one she used to kill Tess, and though its metal handle burned her skin with the thought of what she did with it, she still crouched down to collect it. 

Its weight reminded her of her sins, but it excited her all the same. 

Daphne cautiously moved into the living room, where the blaze of a small fire illuminated the area and she saw the silhouette of what looked like a child sitting in her armchair. Confused as to how she missed the light from the front door and why a child would even be in her apartment, she wavered in her stance, lowering the iron. 

The tableside lamp clicked on, and before her sat an aging Good Guy doll. 

Red hair tousled and ragged, with smile lines around his thin lips and bags under sky blue eyes that used to stare at her lovingly, Daphne knew exactly who this was. 

“Hiya doll.” Chucky greeted in his usual raspy, sarcastic tone. “It’s been a while.”

[ladytauria]

Jaytimkon 1 and 48 for the send me a number and I'll send. Another ask for kisses 💖💖💖 ily youre awesome

ahh ilu too <3333 thank u so much for the prompt!!

this is both my first time writing kon and my first time writing his pov, so i hope it reads okay~

>> AO3 <<

Jason’s the tallest.

He doesn’t beat Kon by much—an inch, maybe two—but he’s like. Way taller than Tim. Which he loves taking advantage of, using the height difference to tease and aggravate Tim until Tim decides to bring him down to his level. Or below.

Kon…

Obviously he’s known the whole time that that’s always been Jason’s end goal; making Tim yank him down, or pin him, or climb him like a tree. Kon can’t blame him. Tim’s cute when he’s irritated; all huffy sighs and puffed cheeks and narrowed eyes. And, of course. Watching Tim put Jason in his place—or being the one Tim puts into place—is always hot. But… recently, Kon’s been thinking. Watching. There’s something about the way Jason melts when Tim pushes him around that’s… different from the way he usually melts when they push him around.

It’s got him in the mood to try an experiment.

He hovers a few inches off the ground, watching Jason pepper Tim’s face with playful kisses, while Tim scrunches his face up, clearly failing at trying to look annoyed. His mouth is twitching upward too much. This is just the start of the game—Jason will escalate until Tim finally gives in and does what he wants.

Which means it’s the perfect time for Kon’s test.

He floats higher and drifts over to them, giving Jason plenty of opportunity to finish his kisses. He has a very specific pattern he follows—one to each cheek,  then the chin, the nose, either the corners of the eyes or closed eyelids, and then, finally, the center of the forehead. Sometimes he’ll repeat it a few times, but it’s always the same pattern.

He waits until the third forehead kiss, and then says, “Hey. Where are my kisses?”

Jason tilts his head back to look at him, a cheeky grin on his face. He holds out a hand. “Come a little closer and find out.” He wiggles his brows a little, which never fails to make Kon laugh and Tim roll his eyes.

Kon takes Jason’s hand, drifting down until he’s just head and shoulders taller than Jason. “Hm… Nah. I think you should come and get ‘em yourself, Jaybabe.”

Behind him, Tim grins.

Jason rolls his eyes—a smile tugging at his mouth. “Oh, well, if that’s how you want to play it, farm boy.” He lets go of Kon’s hand, fisting the collar of his t-shirt and tugging. Normally, Kon would go with it; allow himself to be tugged down and into whatever kind of kiss his boyfriends were in the mood for.

Today, he stays right where he is.

Jason huffs. A flush spreads over his face; bright, vivid pink. It’s charming. Kon is charmed, totally unable to keep from smiling as, finally, Jason rolls up onto his toes, arms locking around Kon’s neck. He slots their mouths together, feeling the way Jason shivers, first, and then melts—Kon’s arms reflexively settling on his waist, keeping him from dropping back onto his heels.

His hands splay on Jason’s sides; fingers spread wide in the way he knows Jason likes. Makes him feel almost small, he s—

Small.

Oh.

Duh.

Jason likes feeling small.

It seems so obvious now. He should probably test it, a little more though. Just to see. So he cups Jason’s jaw with one hand, tilting his head back a little bit more, raising up a little higher, looming a little more. Jason moans, a sweet, breathy thing. Kon hums, kissing him a little deeper, licking into his mouth until all he can taste is Jason.

He doesn’t pull back until he can tell Jason’s legs are trembling; his heart thrumming.

Jason lands back on his heels. He’s a pretty sight; no longer vivid pink but a deep red. It brings out the teal of his eyes.

Kon just has one more thing he wants to try.

He cups Jason’s face with both hands.

Left cheek—right cheek—chin—a sharp intake of breath as he kisses Jason’s nose, lashes fluttering before his eyes close, letting Kon kiss first his left eye, then the right.

He plants the last on his forehead, lingering, and then, finally, lets go, landing on his feet once more.

Jason wobbles for a moment, blinking again—almost dazed. Then he looks back at Kon again.The smile Jason gives him is one he’s never seen before—small and sweet and almost shy. It’s one of the prettiest things Kon’s ever seen, and he knows, immediately, that he’ll do whatever it takes to see it again.

[ 50 types of kisses ]

[loafthecat]

Anyone want more facts about this guy? ^^^

Too bad because your getting them:

- Ollie is 26 years old, he’s been working at the ccc for a total of 3 years.

- current voice claim for Ollie, is Martin Blackwood from the Magnus archives.

- he was originally made as a minor character for a thsc rp I’m in, but then Sam happened and we started to develop the two more and eventually from there, we got the Ollie we have today!

- Ollie joined the ccc after he was suggested (and heavily pressured) into by his…. Less than good… ex partner.

- he doesn’t have any powers, he’s just kinda a average stick… except for one thing.

- After an event where his ex broke Ollie’s coding slightly, ollie has been having “dreams” of other timelines of himself. These “dreams” often are from the pov of whatever alternate version of him is there and while these “dreams” are harmless (at least physically), sometimes they contain stuff which…. Causes Ollie a LOT of distress.

- Ollie’s favourite food is bagels, he doesn’t really have a specific favourite combination of toppings, but he does tend to have cream cheese bagels more than other types.

- Ollie LOVES music, (heck- he probably would’ve tried to get a career in it, if it wasn’t for the ccc) he mostly listens to video game music and lofi when he’s stressed out.

- oh did I mention Ollie’s ex is actually, Trevor-? I don’t think I did.

- Ollie has two main fears, a fear of deep water (caused by multiple in-counters with a certain water based entity that has tried multiple times to kill him), and a fear of losing his mind (mostly more towards the “becoming feral” side.) caused by working in the ccc for a while and seeing some…. Stuff….

- Ollie has around 6 siblings. Mit baker (oc), Matteus guardsmith and Quentin alabaster as well as two others which are the ocs of a close friend of mine. Unfortunately ollie was put up for adoption as a young kid, (mainly because his parents realised they didn’t have the finances to care for 6 kids.) so he doesn’t know much about his family.

- family wise, he’s closest to his sister Mitzy, they both love video games and have had experiences with bad exs so they understand each other a lot.

- he is currently taken!! His current partner is Samuel C. Adams (a Oc by another close friend) and he’s a goofy boi, Ollie loves his current partner a lot. <3333

- Ollie x Sam’s ship name is catsamwich, because CATwell and SAM-wich, like… like sandwich… and because cat’s do a loaf…. lol-

- his headphones and hoodie are comfort items, he tends to have a habit of playing with his hoodie strings or headphones when nervous. the ccc didn’t originally like him wearing them instead of uniform but they quickly gave up once they realised Ollie was not gonna take them off.

- local 2nd ccc punching bag along with Kyle Baxter, someone help these two they need a rest…

- definitely a introvert.

- probably has anxiety and autism, just undiagnosed.

Annnnnnnnnnndddd-

That’s all the facts I can remember for now about him!

He’s goofi-

Ye-

[bellysoupset]

SOUP!!! i know you’re focusing on the thanksgiving stuff rn and slay yes go off but this is me begging you to torture wendy sometime soon <3333 i know you know i love her and i’m trying SO hard not to be annoying about requesting her too much but ,,,, the type of dopamine i get whenever i read one of *those* fics (wen as sickie) is truly unreal and i’ve been craving it sm lately (and i’ve already reread all your old ones *almost* too many times LMAO) 🤭 also PLS DONT TAKE THIS AS ME PRESSURING YOU OR EXPECTING THINGS FROM YOU‼️‼️‼️ THATS THE LAST THING I WANT‼️‼️ THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING YOU DO‼️‼️‼️ im just putting this out there to gently suggest that you torture her whenever you have the time and energy to lolll <3

the trope can be literally anything you want but i’m really feeling a migraine fic 👀 like a bad one!!! but having her kind of hide it until she can’t anymore? and then vin maybe feeling all guilty about not noticing it sooner + him being all soft and adorable and worried? smiling and blushing just thinking about this ahhhh

thank u sm i love u

🦦

And 🧷 asked:

HI Just jumping on board the girly request train (To add this to your hoard for if you have the time/will). Consider, if you will: Wendy sick at work with Jonah as a not-so-great caretaker having to call Vince like "Come get your girl." (Wendy does deserve belly rubs and also just... hugs. Lots of them. And a gentle smooch on the forehead) (And you know I love bitchy Jonah and I can't think of a shittier caretaker /pos /aff /very affectionate /I love him okay?) -🧷

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Jonah was in a bad mood. Which he knew wasn't saying much, because these days he was always in a bad mood, but whatever. He was in a shitty fucking mood.

Graduation was closer than ever, happening in a little less than two weeks. Meaning he had exactly 4 days to finish all the documentation and essays and double check his hours and also pick an outfit and send the bloody invitation to his mother and stepfather and his father, fuck, he had forgotten about-

"Switch with me," Wendy interrupted his stream of thoughts, entering the office area. Jonah let out a scoff, rolling his eyes.

"Absolutely not," he said, turning back to the paperwork he had been filling in. He had already done his hours in the ER, there was no way he was gonna do Wen's too.

"Please," Wendy said, although she didn't sound like she was asking, "switch with me, I'll take your hours tomorrow-"

"Nope," Jonah shook his head, not bothering to look up from where he was filing up the report of each patient he had had all day, "you're distracting me, Wendy."

"Jonah, I really can't do the ER right now-"

"No one likes the ER," Jonah shrugged, signing his name with a little too much force. He really wanted to go home. It was almost 10 PM and he still hadn't had dinner and although he didn't have classes tomorrow, he had so many things to hand in. Did he revise his residency application?

"Jon, please I..." Wendy whined and Jonah's head snapped up, pissed off.

"Wendy no," he glared at her, "I'm not switching, give up."

She pressed her hands to her face, before letting out a sigh and turning around, wordlessly leaving the office.

Jon's stomach sunk and he felt a pang to his chest, but he stood his ground. He had worked his hours today and he really needed to go home and Wendy was not going to puppy eye her way into getting him to do a double ER shift, not when he was this exhausted, even if it was just the remaining one hour and half.

He got back to the task at hand and by the time he glanced up again, it was time to get going. 11:30 PM, Leo would probably be asleep, Jonah thought sourly, locking all the documents inside of his designated drawer and getting up.

Claire was just getting in as Jonah walked to the doctor's staff to strip his white doctor coat and grab his bag as well as his scarf. She waved at him as he unlocked his locker, "hi, Jon."

"Hi Claire," he yawned, folding his coat.

"Uh..." Claire frowned as she unlocked her own locker. She shared with Wendy, but Wen's clothes were still inside, "that's odd, I didn't see her in the ER..."

Jonah felt a weird sense of unease wash over him. He draped the scarf around his neck, "here, take mine. Just let Todd know when he clocks in..." he said, "I'm gonna check if she's still clocked in."

Jonah hated the guy who had been doing the last round with Wendy. Chris wasn't just annoying as hell, he was also a careless idiot who messed up constantly. Jon had lost count the amount of times he had gone toe to toe with the guy.

"Chris," Jonah said, managing to get him alone just as he turned the hallways, Chris probably going to clock out too, "did you see Wendy?"

"No," Chris scoffed, glaring at him, "not since she bailed on me. If you find her, let her know that she's fucked. I made a complaint with our supervisor."

"What...?" Jonah frowned. Wendy didn't bail, Jon could count in one hand the amount of times she had taken time out of her clinic hours. She often covered for others. She would never just quit and up and leave.

"Yeah," Chris rolled his eyes, "said she was gonna get water and I haven't seen her since. I had to go through all of her fucking patients. Peters is gonna chew her up tomorrow."

"How long ago was that?" Jonah asked, feeling anxiety prickling all over him. This was widely out of characters.

"An hour ago? I don't know," Chris shrugged, before stepping around Jonah, "excuse me."

Jon didn't acknowledge him at all, already fishing his phone out of his pocket and pressing the 3, Wendy's speed dial digit. It rang and rang and no one picked up.

Her car was in the parking lot still, getting covered with snow. Shit.

"Wendy, it's me. Please pick up your phone, I'm worried," Jonah send her a voice message, before immediately trying to call again. If the car was still there, then she was still in the hospital.

The question was where? Their university hospital was a big place, since they were the reference not just for their town but for other five around them. It had four floors and was almost as large as a whole block.

"Shit, shit, shit," Jonah chanted, heading to the main nurse station near the ER. The head nurse from Wendy's shift probably had clocked out already, the new one wouldn't know where she was...

"Marjorie! Nurse Marjorie!" Jonah ran down the hall, catching her just as she was about to walk to walk out of the door to the parking lot. She paused, looking confused and spooked.

"Dr. Banks-"

"Hi," Jonah panted, catching up with her, "sorry, I didn't mean to startle you- Did you see Wendy?"

"Wendy?" she frowned and Jonah nodded.

"Dr. Marshall?"

Marjorie's frown twisted into a grimace, "oh yeah, downstairs," she nodded, "about twenty minutes ago? She was in a bad shape, poor thing."

"A bad shape?" Jonah's heart squeezed and he looked around as if he'd somehow spot Wendy in the crowd that was coming and going, "where was she exactly?"

"Well, I entered the ladies room and she wasn't looking so hot, but she said she'd go home, so..." Nurse Marjorie shrugged, "she's probably left by now."

"Which side?"

"West wing-"

"Thank you," Jonah shook her hand awkwardly, before turning around and running back towards the stairs. He just wished no supervisor saw him running around like that, he'd for sure get called out.

There were two bathrooms down in the west wing, where they got the x-rays exams done. One was gender neutral, then two gendered ones down the long hallway. Jonah made a silent prayer before entering the female bathroom.

It was empty.

Or rather, it seemed empty, but a small sob cued him to the fact that it wasn't so. Jonah power walked across the room, before knocking on the last stall, "Wendy? Wen, is that you?" please let it be her.

There was a small groan from inside, a voice he recognized and he spotted her white shoes peeking out, with the lilac details.

"Wendy, it's me," Jonah knocked again, "can you unlock the door, please?"

"Uhm..." she grumbled from inside and he heard the sound of fingers drumming on the door, as she clumsily attempted to unlock it. It took a minute before she managed to do so and then Jonah pushed it in, regretting it as Wendy let out a whine as the door hit her thigh.

He waited until she moved out of the way to push the door again and Jonah frowned. Wendy was sitting on the ground, one arm draped over the toilet, her head resting on her hand. The little he could see of her face, Jon could tell was extremely pale.

"Goddammit, Wendy..." he crouched down next to her, "Wen? Hey, look at me, sweetheart-"

"Hurss...hurts..." she slurred instead of answering him, her voice barely above a whisper. The toilet was empty, but Jonah could tell she had already thrown up at least once, if the wet spot in front of her baby green scrubs were anything to go by.

"What hurts, Wendy?" he leaned in, planting a hand on her shoulder. She was freezing, even though she was wearing a long sleeved shirt under the short sleeved hospital clothes.

"Head..." Wendy whimpered, curling up even more, sounding dangerously close to tears. She hugged her knees, pressing her forehead to them and rocked back and forth, "I don't feel well, Jon..."

"I know, Dee," Jonah whispered, moving even closer and ignoring the smell of vomit, so he could cup her chin and force her to lift her head, "let me see your eyes, Wendy."

They were filled with tears, squinting from the pain. The minute he raised her face, she flinched from the overhead white light, and gulped nervously, shoving his hand off her face.

"I'm... I'm gonna be sick..." she groaned, leaning over the toilet again. Jonah scrambled forward to grab her hair, immediately gagging as he felt one of the front pieces was already wet and sticky.

He buried his nose in his shoulder, gagging fruitlessly. There was nothing for him to puke and clearly, nothing for Wendy to bring up either, because after a little more retching, she let out a sob and resorted to resting her forehead to the porcelain, sobbing.

"No, darling, don't do that, this is disgusting..." Jonah cooed, sliding his hand between her forehead and the toilet and wrapping his other arm around her waist, pulling her up.

Although she was unstable as a newborn fawn, she didn't immediately collapse, clinging to his coat with all her force. Jonah pushed the stall door open, slowly guiding her to the sinks and Wendy slumped over the granite with her whole body, letting out a whine as he ran his hands under the tap to turn on the motion sensor and then ran his now wet, cold hands on her face, washing her mouth and chin, as well as the sick covered piece of hair.

"Shhh, you're okay, I got you," Jonah whispered, more for his benefit than hers, as Wendy's whole face scrunched up in pain, tears leaking from the corner of her eyes.

"I don't... I don't want you," she groaned and Jonah's stomach turned for a different reason, simple and plain guilt.

"I know, I'm gonna get you to Vin," he answered instead, "I'm really sorry, Wen, I didn't know you weren't feeling well..."

She let out another groan, ignoring his apology and Jonah bit his tongue to stop the string of words he wanted to say. He wanted to apologize again, he wanted to grill her about her symptoms, why she hadn't started off by saying she was sick previously when requesting he switched with her, why she hadn't told him...

She shuddered, hugging herself and Jonah stripped his coat, wrapping Wendy in it and closing the first button on the front. It was far too big for her, it reached the middle of Jon's thighs, but on Wendy the coat was brushing the floor.

Wordlessly she slumped forward, pressing her forehead to his chest and Jonah wrapped an arm around her, guiding her out of the bathroom.

As soon as they reached the ground level floor, she let out a loud whine. The place was much more crowded, so much more noisy, and Wendy let out a sob, pressing her face to his chest with even more force.

"Hurts..." She said, grabbing at the roots of her hair and pulling, to try and escape the pain inside her skull.

He left her planted on the couch in the waiting room, as he sped back to the staff quarters to retrieve her purse, as well as her other belongings. Wendy was rocking back and forth when he got back to her, much to the unnerving of the other patients, who kept glancing at her nervously as it looks like she was going to throw up.

"Okay, let's get you out of here," Jon whispered, wrapping his arms around her and guiding Wendy to the car. She shivered violently once they walked out of the hospital, the drastic temperature change hitting them both. Jon's teeth started to chatter and he forced Wendy to keep moving, pushing her inside her car.

"No, don't do that, Dee," Jonah whispered, holding her head as Wendy tried banging it against the window to stop the pain inside, "shhh, lie back down, lie down..." he lowered her seat a little bit, smoothing the hair out of her face.

Wendy let out a pitiful sniffle, curling up on herself, his coat serving as a blanket on top of her. She turned her head, away from his touch and Jonah's stomach sunk a little more.

He parked inside her building, in her designated spot and then scrolled through his contacts. Wendy seemed to be asleep and he didn't want to wake her up unneededly so.

"Hello?" Vince sounded half asleep and Jonah glanced quickly at the clock. It was almost midnight, no wonder, "Jon?"

"Hey," he whispered, "I have Wendy with me, can you unlock the door, please?"

"Wen... Why? What's wrong with her? Are you outside-" there was rustling around, "I don't see you outside."

Jonah rolled his eyes, "I'm downstairs in the parking lot, she-"

"Is she okay? Let me talk with her."

"She's asleep," Jonah started to say, but Wendy stirred and groaned, turning to blindly grab his phone.

"Is that Vin?" she whined, not bothering to open her eyes and, in Jonah's ear, Vince exclaimed.

"Wendy!"

Jonah let out a scoff, "just unlock the door," then hung up, turning to Wendy, "can you walk?"

"Yes," she said, sounding annoyed. She pushed the door open and stumbled out, bracing against the car and taking deep breaths, "my head is exploding."

"You sound better than before," Jonah said hopefully, circling the car to hold her arm, "c'mon, Dee."

"Uhm..." Wendy slumped against him, letting him guide her the rest of the way and Jonah chewed on the inside of his cheek, pressing the elevator button.

"I'm really sorry about before, Wendy. I had no idea you were sick, if I knew I'd have switched."

"It's fine," she said sourly, crossing her arms, "it's fine."

"Wanna say that one more time?" Jonah said, "doesn't sound fine."

"Shut up, Jonah," Wendy groaned, pressing her forehead to his bicep with all her force, "I don't have the energy for this, just shut up."

As soon as the elevator came to a stop, Vince was already there. In the middle of the hallway, wearing just sweatpants, socks and a huge orange hoodie that made Jonah cringe in distaste. His curls were a messy mane around his head and he had been clearly about to fall asleep.

"Hey, hey..." he crossed the hallway in two steps, cupping Wendy's face, "what's wrong, honey?"

She let out a groan, that quickly morphed into a whimper, "my head..."

"Migraine?" he guessed, glancing up worriedly to Jonah, who flinched as if he was somehow guilty for Wendy's migraine.

"Yes, she threw up earlier-"

"It's not as bad anymore," Wendy scoffed, glaring at his direction, before snuggling up with Vince, wrapping her arms around his middle, "I just wanna lie down."

"Thank you for bringing her home," Vince whispered, offering Jonah a big, relieved smile, which only made him feel ten times more guilty. Vin was unaware to his little conundrum, hugging Wendy to him and bringing her inside the house.

Jonah followed them in, planting Wendy's keys and her purse on the little living room table that was littered with books and notecards, where Vince clearly had been studying.

A minute later Vince emerged from the room, having tucked Wendy into bed, Jon's coat draped over his arm, "here. Thank you Jon..."

"Please don't say that," Jonah cringed, taking the coat back, "tell Wendy to call me when she feels better."

Vince frowned, confused, but he nodded, "yeah, of course. Are you calling a taxi?"

"Yes-"

"You can wait in here," Vince said hopefully, "or just crash the couch, it's no problem-"

"No," Jonah shook his head. He was feeling terrible, he really didn't want to stay and witness anymore of Wendy in pain, "no, I have to go home. Leo's probably having a heart attack, I should've been home two hours ago."

It was a little lie. Yes, Leo would be stressing if he was aware, but more probably he was simply asleep by now.

"Okay," Vince crossed the room and then pulled Jon into a hug, causing the man to let out a startled yelp.

"Let go of me."

"Thanks again, man."

"Yeah, let me go..." Jonah shoved him off, "and tell Wendy not to worry about tomorrow, I'll explain to her supervisor what happened."

"Thank you," Vince nodded, although he wasn't sure what he was nodding along with, "you're a great friend."

Jonah grimaced, "yeah, bye."

[1rsoldiersince2012]

Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x Reader)

Words: 3333 (chapter 29)

Summary:

You and Matt met in the courtroom. Now, you may think that Matt was a knight in shining armour and defended you in the name of all United States laws, but that was not the case. Matt was totally destroying your client, and you wanted to tear him into pieces right then and right there, because with Murdock as your rival, your head is on the firm's plate with each case. Did Matt care? No, he only cared about bringing justice, he was a human-machine, driven by the need to bring righteousness no matter the cost. Or was he just that? What happens when you get involved in Fisk's business and Daredevil's lies against your will?

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29. World on Fire

In the SUV parked close to the Precinct, Fisk and Wesley discuss the events that unfolded in the  interrogation room, agreeing it was fortunate that only Detectives Blake and Hoffman were in the room at the time. "They're taking statements from Blake and Hoffman. Our contacts in IAB will make it go away." Wesley assures concerned Fisk, intently watching the building.

Fisk sighs in disappointment, "Had there been someone else in that room with that Russian..."

"There wasn't. It was our people." Wesley states the obvious again.

"This time." Fisk mutters under his breath.

"Soon Vladimir won't have any comrades to whisper your name to." Wesley says pridefully.

"Is there anything else?"

"The '75 Brunello di Montalcino. It's a personal favorite." Wesley shifts in his seat, leaning on the window.

"Thank you, Wesley." Fisk says not turning his head to look at him. They both watch you and Matt finally leave the Precinct late in the afternoon, walking a little too close for Wesley's liking, not only crossed elbows, but shoulders touching as well. He gulps audibly, in an angry manner, and Fisk finally gives Wesley a disappointed look.

*** 

You and Matt return to the office, noticing that Foggy and Karen are not back yet.

"Huh, weird. I thought they'd be already back." You say, putting on a kettle for coffee.

"Maybe the Landman and Zach sharks did attack Foggy." Matt laughs, putting the bag of cupcakes that you picked up from the bakery on your way back on the table. 

"Ain't it Marci whose representing Tully?" You ask, taking out sugar from the cupboard. "How much sugar?"

"Uh, 2, please." Matt leans against the threshold, crossing his arms on his chest. "And yeah, Marci's the big shark today."

"So, what's their story? Marci and Foggy I mean." You put the coffee in the cups, leaning against the counter.

"Wrong decisions probably." Matt smiles slightly, recalling his college memories. "But he's still head over heels for her."

"Well, she is smart, sophisticated... Sometimes too much even, but as a lawyer, she's pretty good." You fix your hair, letting them down for a moment to slightly massage your scalp.

"Yes, but Landman and Zach are really a shit firm." Matt chuckles, taking in the smell of your hair conditioner.

"Not expecting anything else with that big fancy building." You scoff. "Maybe you should call Foggy?" 

"Nah, he's in good hands. I'm sure a little banter with Marci wouldn't hurt his ego too much."

"Ah, such a good friend, Murdock." You tease and turn to take the kettle. Matt seizes the opportunity to come closer to you and leans on the counter too. "Milk?" You grab a carton of milk from the mini fridge and expectantly look at Matt, avoiding to glance at his lips.  

"Yes, sure." He smiles, not turning his head away from you, red glasses shining at the tiniest glimpse of the light. "So, what's your college story?"

You pour the milk in the coffee, and watch the black liquid turn light brown, feeling both sad and nostalgic. "Nothing interesting, just college stuff." You shrug and eye Matt for a moment.

"Seriously? No bad decisions, no mysterious lovers?" Matt grins slightly.

"No, just cramming the night before exam, and drinking after it."

"I choose to not believe that."

"Oh, and you, party animal?"

Matt chuckles, "there were some crazy moments but I was more dedicated to learning."

"As if every girl wasn't head over heels for you." You take the cups and put them on a small table, with just enough space for two people.

"Maybe they were, I was only half aware of it." He licks his lips before taking one of the cupcakes from the box. You look at them almost hypnotized and stop stirring the cup. The kiss you shared weeks ago was still fresh in your mind, still making your skin tingle.

"You know what you need?" You ask, taking a sip of still rather hot coffee.

"Hm?" Matt hums, mouth still full of the cupcake.

"Advertising."

"For what?" Matt asks, not catching your train of thoughts as it differed so much from the previous topic.

"The firm. You need a billboard or a poster somewhere. I mean how do clients even find you?"

"Mahoney refers us to potential clients." Matt swallows and gently blows the coffee to make it cooler.

"Now it makes sense why the business is so bad."

"Oh, come on."

"I wonder how Annie found you, and moreover, trusted you enough to win the case. But listen," You quickly continue before Matt gets butthurt, "you nee-"

"We. You're part of the team too, y/n." Matt smiles warmly and it pulls on your heart strings. Not once a company has referred to you as a part of the whole, part of the team. You all were kind doing your own business under the same roof.

"Okay, we. We need an ad in the newspaper. Make it come out in every number, uh, a sign on the building would be nice too, you know. And maybe a poster. A poster you can stick anywhere. Would Mahoney be mad if we hung it near the reception on the board? It's too early for the billboard because it's too expensive but eventually we can get there. What do you say?" You look at Matt expectantly, eyes big and shining. Matt reckons you should've chosen marketing as your major, not law.

"It all sounds fun but you know we have no money." Matt sighs, "All that we got from Annie went straight to rent."

"Money's not a problem, I'll fund the newspaper ad and the posters, we're gonna have a headstart and then money will start coming."

"Y/n, I can't really take your money." Matt shakes his head sadly.

"Don't be a showstopper, we both know how hard it is to compete with big companies but you can have something they don't." You continue enthusiastically.

"A debt?"

You stretch your hand and put on his. "You have that human connection that gets lost when lawyers only care about the profit." You smile before your next words, "also, compared to other firms, you guys are very cheap. And cheap means accessible to everyone."

"Accessible has to be accessible. I can't ask for hundreds or even thousands from an old lady." He argues, ignoring the warmth that spread through his body when your hand touched his.

"Matt." You bow your head down, slightly squeezing his hand. "You're not robbing the lady, you're kindly asking her to pay for the services. For that matter we can say that she can chose an installment plan. Every month she pays a certain sum that she can afford and everyone's happy." Looking at your hands together, you continue. "Just give me a chance, talk to Foggy about that, I'm sure he'll approve." You hesitantly pull your hand away, ignoring the voice inside your head telling you to keep the contact.

"I'll think about it. Now we have to keep Mrs Cardenas in her home." Matt takes a sip and raises his eyebrows slightly, "oh, I think we should call it a day soon, I have some business to attend." 

"I can close. Not doing much tonight anyway." You shrug, not minding staying away from your flat. Those four walls were really begininning to feel claustrophobic. 

"If it's no bother and please... Don't kick out potential clients." Matt shoots a smile and starts plotting his further actions.

*** 

Outside the precinct, Detective Blake receives a text message, just a moment before being attacked by Matt in still broad daylight. Blake screams out of surprise and pain when Matt twists his arm, "Scream and that arm becomes your good one. We clear?" Blake nods, still panting like crazy, "You killed that Russian in interrogation."

"I had no choice, he jumped my partner." Blake groans when Matt twists the arm again. 

"You lie to me and I hurt you. You killed him 'cause he said a name, Wilson Fisk."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Matt breaks Blake's arm, he groans through gritted teeth. "Okay, okay! I shot him 'cause he said a name, so what? What I hear, you like to kill Russians too. You chopped Anatoly's head off."

Matt almost punches him again but then smiles,  "And now I want his brother."

"I don't know where he is!" Blake screams again when Matt twists his arm, "I swear! I swear! I swear! Please. Please." 

For a minute Matt listens to Blake hearbeat, which is steady, confirming that it's true. "How are Fisk and the Russians connected? Why did he kill Prohaszka for them?"

"Why? You don't know? Oh, man. You really are one stupid son of a bitch, aren't you?" Blake doesn't get to say another word when Matt breaks his arm completely, taking away his cellphone and leaving him lying near the dumpster. 

Calling Claire from his burner, he quickly appears in her apartment where she examines the stolen phone.  "There're no numbers in this, no contacts." Claire states after checking everything in the phone.

"It's a burner. Like the one I use to talk to you."

"It was buzzing." 

Matt furrows his eyebrows in thought. "Did someone leave a message?"

"Um... No, a text. It's a list of locations.Four of them.47th and 12th.48th and 9th.42nd and 10th.44th and 11th." Claire reads the text out loud and looks at Matt.

"44th and 11th?" He thinks for a moment. "Troika Restaurant."

"Where they were holding that boy? Right?"

"These addresses, they're listing where the Russians are." Matt answers, finally putting the missing pieces of the puzzle.

"Where the hell did you get this?" Claire slightly panics, eyes wide and wild.

"Cop."

"I said go to the police, I didn't mean-"

"No, he was working for Fisk. Killed a Russian for him, right inside the precinct. Then later he gets that list of addresses. I'm betting I'll find Vladimir at one of them."

"Matt, wait, just... What are you going to do?" Claire stops him near the window, with mask resting on top of his head.

"Whatever it takes." 

"You know how that sounds, right? Um, when we were on that roof you told that Russian that you hurt people because you enjoy it." 

"And you said you didn't believe that." Matt argues back.

"I can't believe that.Because if I do, that means you're not the man that I believe you to be."

Matt slowly shakes his head, "I need to be the man this city needs."

"Hey, that's not a reason, it's an excuse."

Anger starts rising within him, "What do you want me to do, Claire? Let them tear Hell's Kitchen apart? Let them win?"

"What you do is important to so many people." Claire says desperately, not sure of what she's trying to prove to Matt.

"I get that." He answers firmly.

"I just don't think I can let myself fall in love with someone who's so damn close to becoming what he hates." Claire says, but quickly corrects herself, "but I feel that your heart belongs to someone else."

Matt smiles briefly, "You're right you shouldn't." and leaves Claire's apartment, letting the cold  wind inside.

***  Vanessa and Fisk take their precious time in the restaurant, enjoying Wesley's recommended wine and the emptiness of the restaurant. Fisk wasn't sure if she'll come but deep down he never lost hope, especially when he had the big 'surprise' ready.

"What I said about what I want for this city is the truth.But money and influence is not enough to usher change on such a scale.Sometimes it requires force." He says, hand balling into a tight fist underneath the table.

"I know you're a dangerous man. That's why I brought a gun to a dinner date." Vanessa calmly says, hand slipping on the purse next to the plate.

Fisk looks at the purse with a challenge, "Would you like to leave?"

"No I'd like a reason to stay."

"I've done things that I'm not proud of, Vanessa. I've hurt people and I'm going to hurt more. It's impossible to avoid for what I'm trying to do.But I take no pleasure in it in cruelty. But this city isn't a caterpillar. It doesn't spin a cocoon and wake up a butterfly. A city crumbles and fades. It needs to die before it can be reborn." Fisk passionately speaks, looking right Vanessa in the eyes.

After a long thought, she finally asks a question, but not the one Fisk expected, "So I don't need the gun?"

"No, by my side is the safest place that you could ever be." He assures Vanessa and intently watches her take out the gun from her purse and hand it to him. He smiles as he puts it in his jacket, already feeling like a winner.

*** 

Bored at the office, you try to fix the broken equipment that Karen bought but your thoughts wander away from the office, to the other side of the city, where Foggy and Karen mysteriously disappeared for the entire day. At the Cardenas apartment, Foggy  finally succeeds in fixing the sink, sleeves rolled up and hair sticking out to all sides.  "Okay, try it now." He steps away from the sink, expectantly looking at it.

"Okay, yeah! I admit it. I'm impressed." Karen turns on the water which finally works.

"Hot still doesn't work, but at least it's a start." 

Mrs Cardenas appears in the doorway and clasps her hands in surprise, "You, Señor Foggy, you... You stay, we eat."

"No, Mrs. Cardenas, we have to return to-" He tries to argue but gets shut up quickly.

"You stay.There is no 'no happen,' okay?" Mrs Cardenas appears with plates of food, already putting them on the table.

Foggy eyes the food with hungry eyes, after all he only had breakfast, but asks Karen nonetheless, "You want to eat?"

"Be rude not to." Karen shrugs and smiles at the woman.

"Mi madre make this, all the time in Guatemala. Now I make para ustedes, como gracias." Mrs Cardenas says kindly, making Foggy and Karen feel as if they were back at home.

But Foggy thinks for a moment, "Mrs.Cardenas, where did you make this? You don't have any gas."

"I cook in apartamento downstairs. Aquí, we take care for another." And adds something in Spanish, making Karen blush a deep shade of red before she leaves the room. 

"What? Did she just... Did she... Is this a date?" Foggy asks puzzled, struggling to fully understand the language.

"Uh I sort of think it is, Señor Foggy." Karen says, laughing awkwardly.

*** 

You curse yourself for texting Wesley but you've been bored into bad decisions quite literally. A quick text to Foggy confirmed that they weren't going to come back to the office today, and Matt didn't plan to return either, but being alone in the apartment meant being alone with your thoughts. At least in the office you could start hunting for potential cases, but Matt messed up your mind today with his unsual sweetness and caring that you finally broke your promise to not text first and sent a message to Wesley.

Although busy with the operation, he still texted you back. How could he not, when you were constantly on his mind, eating his brain like a disease and polluting his senses with still lingering smell of your perfume.

"I wonder if Hell's Kitchen will have another charity event." You send, but then add another message, "perhaps this event occurs once in a million years."

Wesley chuckles softly to himself and couple of men in suits next to him share a look. "I hope I'll still be alive to take you there." He sends, imagining your cheeky smile.

You were about to type an equally cheeky answer when something went off with such force that even windows rattlled...

***  

"Oh, God! Oh, I really wish I knew you guys back then." Karen laughs, listening to Foggy's college stories.

"Much better off knowing us now. We have our own practice. I'm a hell of a lot more dashing than I was in my awkward college days." 

"Oh, yeah? Well, I'm going to need photographic proof of that, counselor."

Foggy laughs wholeheartedly, "I have dug myself another hole, haven't I?"

"Well, it's been about five minutes. You were due." Karen smiles again, failing to notice Mrs Cardenas's figure standing behind the door of the living room. "You know, there's something I gotta know.It's killing me."

"No, I do not kiss on the first date. Sorry, not gonna happen." Foggy jokes and Karen blushes again.

"No! No.What's the deal with the meat grinder in the pencil skirt? No, she just... She doesn't seem like your type."

"Marci?" He sighs heavily before his next words, "She was different back when I knew her. Or maybe she wasn't, I don't know. Matt's always getting involved with the wrong girl, so maybe he just rubbed off on me."

"Huh. Matt dates a lot?" Karen suddenly picks up interest in the conversation, finally fully paying attention.

"Date?" Foggy scoffs loud enough for Cardenas's neighbours to hear, "I wouldn't exactly call it that. He hasn't really been with anyone for more than a month or two." Foggy thinks to himself for a moment, recalling a change in Matt's recent behaviour. Karen hums under her breath, but Foggy continues, "It's kind of sad. On the plus side, he gets to touch a lot of pretty girls on their faces. Um, that's, you know, how he tells what people look like. Or at least that's what he tells the ladies. Although, he always seems to know which ones are hot before he puts his grubby little mitts on them." He chuckles to himself,  "It's a real gift. He's like a sexual Rain Man."

"Does he know what you look like?" Karen asks, intently watching Foggy's face.

"He's got a rough idea."

"You ever tell him what I look like?" Karen chuckles, trying to hide her pink cheeks again, but conveniently for her, Foggy was busy eating.

"No, he doesn't need me to tell him. He's probably got a picture of you in his head. I don't like to mess with those."

Karen think for a moment, "Oh... Hey, Foggy. I want you to touch my face."

"Um, but I can see you, so..." 

Karen falls right into her trap, "No, I... No, I know.I just, um I want to know how someone who's blind would see me."

Foggy thinks for a moment but no for long enough to find it weird, "Look, you do me then, then I'll do you." 

"Yeah, okay." She laughs awkwardly, hoping to get away with this not developing in another awkward encounter. "You have to close your eyes."

Foggy closes his eyes and stretches his arms towards Karen's face when the force of explosion shatters the windows and they both fall on the glass-covered floor, rolling from the sudden pain when another wawe of explosions hits the building. Bleeding Mrs Cardenas appears in the doorway and almost falls into Foggy's embrace. 

Matt gets blown away with huge force onto the ground as he was lurking next to one of the buildings where the Russians were located and tries to calm the ringing in his ears as much as possible before he could continue to run.

*** 

From the restaurant windows, Vanessa and Fisk see that there are four locations now on fire. Speechless, Vanessa just stares at the fire and the faint reflection of herself in the window. 

"Did you read about the boy who watched his father being pulled from their car and beaten, before the boy was taken? The men that did that, they will no longer infect this city." Fisk says, lurking like a predator behind her back.

Something changes Vanessa's expression from scared to calm and she turns to look at Fisk, "Good."

"We should call it a night. I need to get you home before the roads close." Fisk says before leading Vanessa outside.

*** 

Matt comes to his feet as Vladimir and one of his men emerge, both injured, from the building. He attacks them, quickly knocking out the henchmen and concentrating on Vladimir, and beating him viciously, so much that he fails to notice the police. 

"Hands on your head!" One of them shouts, and Matt stands up carefully, holding his hands in the air. Has this finally come to an end?

[h0t-p1nk-ch33tah-pr1nt]

YALL SHUT UP GUSH POST TIME

IDC WHAT ANYONE SAYS HOBIE IS SO SO SO ROMANTIC yall need to get that thru ur THICK SKULL, he might not spend much but that doesn't matter ((then again he might pluck some chocolate from the shops, he steals or not you choice, cuz that shit is expensive)) money doesn't matter on this day.

He wants to spend it on Kath <3333 and she's the same, even if he has work today in general on his earth, I be it a small villan, that's kids work. They promised to meet up at her apartment, and he says hello with him dangling off a lamp pole, she stands on her little balcony thingy ma jig.

"You look out of breath."

"I am. For you." Kath smacks his head away playfully.

"Shut up and get in here."

It's a homebody day today babyyyyyyy, homemade food and gifts for eachother, Kath decks out her home with lights and candles, even giving her cat Beatle a little pink collar but with hearts. So daring.

They makeshift those dinner dates with a Yankee candle in the middle of the table and some white old bed sheets she has, Hobie is a good cook, dni if you disagree. He probably makes something Hardy,

They giggle over the TV playing in the back and for dessert, some left over candy or chocolate in Kath's candy bowl she has. They just do valentines day as a day of rest and hanging out, just being with eachother cuz sometimes you just can't.

Still ends with Hobie getting bombarded with kisses and the next day Karl is like "Does she not have any like, wipes for your face?"

[jovenshires]

*Disclaimer: I'm brainrotting so hard I'm sorry. Feel free to ignore/don't answer this if you don't want to, I don't mean to dictate the way your AU should be

So... I came up with little lyrics for each song lol. They're very much sad boy era and they don't rhyme sometimes, but I like to think that these songs are just a way for them to let it all out, since they'll probably never share them with anybody.

Best Interviewer Now that the silence engulfs me And I'd kill for a single word Please talk all you want, I'll just listen I'm the best interviewer in the world

Birthday Card It's still sitting in my window Sometimes I can hear it tell me So many stories from the past I know there's no one here But I feel like I'm the one being watched

Quota of Self-Importance Did I make you feel less? Did I treat you poorly?

I guess we'll never know I guess I'll never know I bet you could answer these questions If only I dared to pose them to you

Nostalgia I find myself looking back At all those memories we made They're like little bread crumbs That lead me back to you again

Magnifying Glass 'Cause the Sun is shining bright today It's time to take out the glass And when we're done doing our magic We will burn this to the ground (This last rhyme is a direct reference to the song with the same name)

Compartmentalize I look around my mind, all I see are cabinet files They keep notes on everything I see It is funny though, you would think I'd be able to remember more And to forget what I wish I could

Where Are You Where are you? I ask myself (where are you?) It's a stupid question, too (and i know, i know) I'm well aware of where you are But it only matters where you're not (right here, right here

The President It's like a table with a short leg Uneven, unstable, useless I can find nothing to brace it And so like that it stays

I can't worry about that now 'Cause the clock still keeps ticking I have to take control now There's a new President in office

Bummer I keep on writing regardless Doesn't matter if it sucks What I am supposed to do otherwise? I'm just Ian from Smosh

Hope you enjoyed :D

THIS IS EVERYTHING TO ME i literally. LOVE people writing lyrics for these songs (i cannot write lyrics for Anything which is ironic bc i write poetry), and especially these that you came up with yourself??? incredible, 10/10. once again i am SO honored that you took the time out of your day to write all this and THESE ARE SO GOOD. magnifying glass... NOSTALGIA.... THE PRESIDENT AND BUMMER. im feeling ill. i adore this and you 10/10 tysm <3333

[seariii]

oh oh oh!! how fun!! holi cosita ♡♡♡

2, 11, 12, 14, 18, 21, 24, 29, 31, 40, 46, 47? ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ lo siento its a lot, i am a curious boy

HOLIIIIIIII CREATURE MI PEDACITO DE CIELO!!! I LOVE UUU <3333

those are quite a bit of questions hehe i had already answered a couple!!! but lets see~ (14 31, 21)

... Since these are more than a couple I'm gonna put it under the cut hehe

2. lighter or matches?

i really like fire!!! what? oh okay i really like setting things on fire!!! eh? that wasnt the question? okay i love burning th- what do you mean still wrong? i like both!! but i dont like the little spinny thing from the lighter because if i play too much with it it hurts my fingers!!! i really like matches because they also smell very good after you put them out <3 i have an old sweatshirt with matches hehe

11. favorite extracurricular activity?

hmm.... dancing and singing, probably!! you already know this, but when i was little i went to dance classes!!! (ballet, jazz and tap)

12. what kind of day is it?

yesterday (when i started answering your questions) was kinda difficult.... but!! i have high hopes for today!!! hehe i have a date

18. what hair products do you use?

hmm i use hair cream (?) and sometimes oil/silk.... um shampoo and every once in a while conditioner?..... but there are particular ones that i like! especially from those last two! there are some that leave my hair feeling soft and healthy, i really like those! i particularly like the one that smells like coconut <3

24. if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

ooh! Hmm.... My first thought would be sitting down and talking.... I'd be under my umbrella because sunlight kills me <3 we would be listening to music... But I'd also really enjoy if we were in quiet, listening to the way the wind gently sways the leaves of the trees... If it's not too hot, maybe hugging/cuddling hehe or if it is hot, maybe eating ice cream or popsicles??

We could have some activities, but I really enjoy the thought of just relaxing with you in there

29. how do you like your shower water?

I'd say warm/hot!!! But... When it's very hot outside (you know I live in a very hot town jsjsj) I like it more on the colder side!

40. did you have any snacks today?

Chi! (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠) Remember I got 2 brownies? I ate the second one before leaving!! Thank you <333

46. favorite holiday film?

Oh! This one is a little difficult, I don't think I have one.... But the Home Alone movies ALWAYS came up on tv when I was little around Christmas, and usually we would sit through the middle part (I don't have many memories of the beginnings nor the endings of the movies?)

47. what was the last message you sent?

Si* "yeah dude the unnameable (fem)"

[dreamties]

Reader W/ a Clingy! Kurt Kunkle

A/n- clingy killers??? hello?? this is my favorite flavor of slasher. (that. or letting us be clingy <333)

Requested by Anon! :)

The headcanon section is relatively short, but I also added a sort of oneshot bit that lands at 546 words! Enjoy folks <3

Pre-Relationship

Kurt has never heard of this "personal boundary" people speak of

he's always hanging off of you in same way. holding on your arm, and holding hands- in public, at home . . . just the two of you, in videos, what not.

This is also specifically in the context of being friends

you think it's just Kurt being affectionate, it's really sweet, actually. but he has no idea how to communicate that it's more than that

that he needs your attention, and care, and he wants to show you how much he loves you but it's difficult to say that aloud, yknow?

kurt is soooo sensitive to rejection it's not even funny (is it the RSD related to him being an ADHDer???? lol probably)

Dating <3

he would be less clingy when you start dating but at the same time be more so clingy????

kurt can be full of multitudes as a lil treat <3

less physically clingy, and more emotionally so

like he has this energy that begs and whines for your attention

and he's so terrified of losing you, even if he doesn't feel the need to constantly be letting the world know you're his by an arm around the shoulder anymore. he just NEEDS them to instinctively know by seeing the two of you together, and HELL be damned if they don't. because the two of you are so obviously together and would Never break up <3333

sometimes he gets self-conscious about how much he needs you. like it's probably SO FRUSTRATING to deal with him . . . right?

He gets better at opening up when you're finally together

so hopefully you can recognize when he's feeling down and out of it and help to comfort him.

"Kurt?" You rest your body against the door frame, waiting for a response from your boyfriend. "Babe?"

You sigh. "I'm worried about you, you haven't left your room all day. Kurt, honey, please open the door."

You can hear scurrying beyond the door, a familiar click of his computer turning on. He opens the door with a wide smile, "I was just about to go on stream."

"We need to talk."

He kind of shakes his head yet pretends he doesn't hear you all together. "C'mon, please? You should join me. The Kurties would love to have you back."

"Kurt. . ."

"Please?"

You let out a frustrated sigh. "Fine, but we're talking after."

He smiles and nods. He drags you into his room, where he has his entire streaming set up, by your hand. You close the door behind the two of you. He settles into his gaming chair, and tugs at your hand, motioning for you to come sit with him.

"I can just get a chair from the garage, hun."

"No, please, it's okay."

You recognize his behavior as clingy. The whole reason you had been worried today is that he hadn't been clingy. He had not kept you company in your office while you worked, did not hang out in the kitchen as you made late breakfast for yourself (usually you would make extra, and give it to him, so you could eat at the table together). He did not once try to chat your ear off.

You should be happy that he seems to find his place back in his skin, but something's still off.

What happened to your baby, to make him think he shouldn't do that? That he shouldn't be close, and loving, and with you.

"Okay." You agree and slip yourself onto his lap. He fiddles a bit more with his software and the camera angle, before hitting start on the stream.

"Hey, what's up, everybody? Welcome back to Kurtzworld! I'm joined by my wonderful partner today."

He waves, greeting everyone that joins, he slowly moves so that his arms connect around you and he's leaning his chin- comfortably and soft- in the crook of your shoulder.

You wave to his audience, as well. You'd done this a hundred times- and you'd do it forever, if that's what Kurt wanted.

"What do you have planned today?" You smile towards him and gives a ridiculous look back.

"Not much, thinking we could answer some questions. How's the sound, Kurties?" He looks towards the chat for approval. It's resounding with praise.

His eyes glance towards yours, begging if it's okay.

You give him a genuine look, it's serious- and he knows he can't ignore his feelings forever, that as soon as the camera's off, that you will be forcing him to have an honest conversation on why he's been so off lately. But he can also tell you're proud of him- which you are, you always- that he found a way to reach out to you and get what he wanted.

You drop the seriousness, the direct request for a conversation- for now. You kiss his cheek. You're happy to play along.

"Of course, honey, I love you."

You laugh as Kurt grows red in the face, acting all cute and embarrassed.

[dark-side-blog3]

DOL day 5 (i think?)

I got carried away with todays playsession and just went. Hog fucking wild. The seasons changed. All of February passed. In this single sitting of play. I now have a massive migraine. Enjoy, if you do indeed read this.

+++++

I have a confession to make-- I forgot to save my last playthrough. Now I am miffed. But the sticky note works at least-- there is no way to fail the game unless you forgot to fucking save it.

Anyways the Black Wolf knows who I am? Who is black wolf? I don't know a black wolf? they appear to be romancable??? cuz they show up where all the romanceable characters are. Drug dealer??? Stalker??? Whomst the fuck is this? This can't be the wolf wolf, cuz i toggled off beastiality.

++++++

I bullied Kylar after he once again got caught with the statue of me in his locker. He ran away crying with a hand held to his face. But like... Man come on, how am I supposed to react to that? Plus last time it was just pictures, now it's a whole "lewd statuette". Kylar. Buddy. Come on. You're lucky this game doesn't let me act meaner to you.

++++++

By staying out of the house on Friday, and sleeping at school, working chalets, and breaking into peoples homes and stealing, I JUST BARELY managed to scrape out 4000$ for rent! And I now have 26 cents left. Never taking robins debt again in another playthrough, absolute ingrate...

++++++

I won a ballroom dance competition with Avery (and did some other things) and he gave me 1050$, plus the 150$ he gave me earlier because I wasn't dressed properly even though I had a ballgown and just wanted to weasel a little more from him. Plus photoshoots, plus chalets, plus science fair, plus museum... I turned a record profit in just one day! From 26 cents to 2230$

Fuck yeah!!!

+++++

After a long day of bullying kylar, you've gotta go to the park and flirt with him for two hours <3 his lust jumped from 4 to 40!

++++

Whitney has moved on from beating me, mostly because it always ends with my character with strong athletics beating the snot out of him in front of his friends, and has now just... Pet me in the hallway? Like not even in a lewd sense?

I allowed it.

++++

MANY in game days later forgot to update this cuz I'm having so much fun, uhhhh anyways oral in the alleyways <3333 my character is being taken advantage of but I don't mind cuz, you know, oral <3333 Giving head <333333 Eating chicks out in the alleys and sucking a dudes dick beneath his stall on elk street or wherever. <33333333 Got a date with avery tonight

+++++++

AVERY IS NOW MY LOVE INTEREST???? WHAT?! crap crap crap does this mean i can't cheat on him? Or if i do he gets pissed?

and for what it counts, the very same day i woke up as his girlfriend i went to the park and teased kylar so much he let me take him on a little walk. And took his first kiss. And virginity. also found out he has a mommy kink and a breeding kink. <3333 And I got Kylar as my love interest too >:)

buuuuuuut as soon as i dropped him back off at the park, he got all clingy on me.

+++++

And now its the next day and he's being weird. Probably should have saved before i fucked him. Oh well...

He's getting pissy with robin and he's telling everyone we slept together. And now there is no option to bully him! Outrageous! I want to bully him!!!! And I saved over my last savefile so I can't go back to bullying him... Fucking weak... Can I break up with him?

++++

Robin sometimes gives me cash! She is grateful!

+++

Sydney caught me masturbating in the chruch! I feel so bad now! I don't know if I'm gonna reload the save though... I think I can convince him to forget it. Plus he seems to somewhat understand it, because he works at the sex shop and sees other church members go.

+++

Kylar told people we were dating and now I can bully him for it >: don't worry I'll make it up to him by sleeping with him tomorrow. I just HAVE to torment him until he snaps, you know? I mean... He's so pathetic I have to. What happens when he's pushed too far? Nothing good, I hope.

I tempted him the next morning by walking around before the sun rose, and tempted him to pressure my character into the alley. I'm saving here to see what happens if I consent and if I can force him to rape my character.

HE DOESN'T RAPE ME??? OUTRAGEOUS!

I'm going back to the consenual timeline! Humph!

This fucking nerd set up a mattress in the alleyway for us. This is endearing, but that doesn't mean I won't be cruel to him. Though he also brought his own condom... He's such a dunce.

HE SABOTAGED THE CONDOM . IT BURST AND HE ACTED LIKE it WASN'T ON PURPOSE. THIS ASSHOLE. I don't even care that he ate me out afterwards, this fucking brat... Talking about getting married in the woods, breeding my character... I'm going to beat his ass. And the very next he sees me at school he tries to take me to a cupboard... As if, you jerk. I had to fork over some cash for a morning after pill.

....

I kneed him in the crotch. It still shows I'm pissed at him, but counts as a sexual encounter. Masochist... He's so gross. <3

++++

Sydney asked to give me body writing... (we weren't fucking-- i hope i never have to fuck him-- just talking in the canteen). It reads "inspiring". I will literally sell my leg to the black market if it means Sydney stays unbullied. I don't think that's an option in this game but I don't care. He's my best friend, he's my pal. He's my homeboy. My rotten soldier, He's my sweet cheese. My good time boy.

I hope he is happy forever and I will do whatever I have to to make sure he is.

+++

The little creep has sabotaged the condom again. He's no longer allowed to fuck, unless he coughs up some cash. We'll just do mouth and hand stuff. Jerk...

++++

THE AMOUNT OF CASH YOU CAN GRIND AFTER THE CAFE REOPENS AND YOU'VE GOT GOOD ENGLISH AND A SHITTON OF MILK WOW. I got thousands of dollars in a eight hour shift! I literally got all the cash I need for Bailey five days before he needs it, with plenty more ways to get cash for fun~!

++++

Consensual hate sex with Whitney. It was kinda hot, but he didn't even put it in before he came. How pathetic. He even had his lackeys watch-- he's such an incel he couldn't even put it in before cumming? How does this guy have any following...

+++

A guy almost died in the alley. this isn't sexy but I saved him. :( I hope he lives. His dog showed me him and I had to strip so a chick would let me use her phone to call an ambulance for him.

+++

I made kylar strip in public and give me his breifs, because he stole my panties that one time.

+++

I fell asleep during the blood moon again like a fool. I tried to resist the monster and it raped my character so bad that my character suffered immense trauma and stress, and passed out several times, but successfully escaped. The dialogue was kinda yandere, actually... Its some ghost chick this time? But last time it was a dude. But I think its a hivemind. Anyways, really possessive monsterfucking, my character is drugged and hypnotised to hell and back. Woke up kidnapped by some temple group that raped and wrote on my characters body a bunch of horrible things, but ironically, they all came in their pants. Brutally assaulted my character with a vibe and no lube at like 5am on a schoolday, but whatever.

On the same day in game, Harpers dogboy from the asylum found me in the park during a run! And I got hypnotised by harper + last nights hypnotizing, so my character just accepts it! In broad daylight!

And then when I got home my character... Had a dream?? I think?? About dr harper using a sex machine/milking machine from Remys Farm. I haven't actually gone to Remys farm, I just know of it from the wiki. Did this really happen? Or is this a dream?

Kylar, later still, tries to give my character a spy plushie. I know its a spy plushie because of the wiki, plus everyone on tumblr. I'm tempted to let him give it to me... I didn't this time, but surely it'll happen again.

On an unrelated note, it would seem the house I broke into this evening has a secret red room in the basement. Good thing I saved because this... Is not good. I know my character cannot die but like being kidnapped is a real possibility. I stole it, and I didn't get caught. But like... Holy fuck that's scary.

[alienaiver]

Hiii~ Nohr!!! 💜

I saw your post and was hoping to join, please?

Can I have Hinata with "That's more whipped cream than pudding!" Please?

deru deru !!!! <!!333333 [insert emojis here since im on pc KHDFN]

of course, that was such a cute prompt !! i had real fun writing it - i hope you like it too !!! <!!3333 idk a lot about tiktok but i know my friend sometimes tells me of recipes from there so!!!

thank you for sending in a prompt my beloved !!! <!!333

You shrug off your jacket with a groan – Hinata will probably argue it’s more of a whine but it doesn’t take away from the fact that the cold weather is wearing you down tremendously. Did you remember to take the vitamin supplements that Hinata leaves out for you? You shake your head in exhaustion and toe off your shoes before entering the entrance properly and calling out to your boyfriend. You hear the music from his cooking playlist and fear grips at you – did he forget that you’ve already eaten dinner today? An almost inaudible hum rings through the living room as you make your way to your kitchen. With his back hunched and turned to you, he stands with his face almost level with the kitchen counter. You huff out a small laugh before walking to him, letting your hands touch his neck. He flies up with a yelp from the temperature change and a laugh leaves you at succeeding. He’s about to reprimand you when he gets a better look at your face and instead smiles warmly. You raise an eyebrow, “what?” you ask and reach out to feel if there’s something stuck on your face. “Nothing, you’re just really adorable, you know?” he replies, that lovesick half-smile still plastered to hisface. You clear your throat before hugging him, “you too, Sho.”

He chuckles and kisses the top of your head. Your eyes travel to the counter to see what he was bending over to make, “are you making dessert?”

He clears his throat and lets go of you to continue his handiwork at decorating the puddings, “yeah, I figured you deserved something sweet after such a long day!”

You laugh tersely, “they’re… pretty?” you wince at your inability to compliment him with a straight face. He lightly punches your arm, “be nice! It’s my first time making this pudding – I saw them on TikTok and thought I wanted to make them for you!”

The pudding in question seems to be of vanilla taste – based on the beige-white color on the bottom of the glasses. On top there’s a.... moderate layer of whipped cream and sprinkles. The sprinkles seem to have meant to shape a bear but you’re actually not entirely sure. you bite your lip to suppress another laugh at his obviously very adorable attempt to woo you.

You turn to him and wrap your arms around his shoulders and kiss his nose, “that’s more whipped cream that pudding,” you state and kiss his lips, “you are aware of that, right?”

He sheepishly looks between you and the whipped cream monstrosity he’s created and laughs, “the thought counts, doesn’t it?”

send me a sentence + character and ill write a short scenario where the sentence’s included!’

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

AAH promo time :)))

O P E NEXT EPISODE'S THE TARLOS KISS

AHHHHHHH :DDDD

AWWWWW 😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️ THEMMMMMM 🥰🥰🥰

y'all they love each other so much :'DDDDD

Iris

That better not be a problem xd

Why does it sound like a problem lol

Girl I trust you

Be careful with that trust XD

OPE thereee it is with those guys

Dang o.o all this in one episode???

I'm seeing like explosives and- well probably just more explosives honestly xD, and-

HOLY

DANG O.O

THAT BUS ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ

Okay Owen good thing you got away from those guys like. Literally immediately ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ

I mean I knew they were bad but now we're full on seeing it even if just for a second xdd

Anyhoo

Ahhh dang he's asking all of them for help 👀👀

Presumably lol unless they're doing a fake out with the audio but I think he is lol

At the very least he's warning them

HMM interesting 🤔🤔🤔. . .

All of that I mean

OPE there's the papers 👀👀 not that we knew already but I just mean newspapers are on it, for something xD

Wow, crazy

OKAY xdd dang

Next week's gonna be wild lol

So yeah! That isss the last of my last thoughts lol. I'm scared xD. Now it's time for the. . .

REVIEW

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THEY'RE BAAAACK THEY'RE FINALLY BAAACK MY BABEYS :'DDDDDDD

All of them :DDDD <3333

I love them so much 😭😭❤️❤️🥰🥰

Anyway, lol!

I loved this episode so much!! The rescues were cool, we got TARLOS :DD AAAH, lol, none of the storylines I was scared of dragged on too long (or, you know, the beginning of them anyway), and we got to see our wonderful 126 (and co) again :DDD. It was amazing :)). Now, onto some individual parts!

See not everyone has a plot each episode unlike tgd most of the time so this is easier but also harder lik

Marjan, Paul, Mateo, Nancy - I LOVE YOU GUYS 🥰🥰🥰🥰 SO MUCH :DDDDD!!! You are my babeys and my children and I love you <3. 'Nough said <3.

XD Just kidding lol. They were all hilarious as always - Nancy catching Tommy in her flirting, lol, that was amazing xD - and had some great scenes/bits of scenes together :)). The very beginning and the Sharknado bit are great examples just off the top of my head lol! And of course, they were great at their jobs :D 🥰🥰❤️.

Also, the three amigos being disgusted in the background after that fairground kiss and Nancy being disgusted in the foreground? Amazing, lol.

Now! Tommy :)). And this new guy! IIII already forgot his name lol. But AAAAHH!!! Meet cute much :DD?? Tommy was of course amazing and an icon this episode, and her and that new guy were so cute :D. Plus her panic and dread at the end was hilarious XD. I like him WAY better than Julius (why did I even bring that up so now I have to think about it augh 😭😭😭), so there's that right off the bat lol xD. He's already got that on his side - that he's NOT JULIUS XDD. Anyway, lol, it's gonna be hilarious, I think, and interesting to see where this goes 👀. Poor Tommy at the end there though, girl is s u f f e r i n g xDD.

Owen and Judd! Owen. Owennnn xD. MY GUY. How did nothing tip you off lol

See this is why you're the token straight xDD Judd was suspicious right away

Well I mean you're more token cishet white man but yk <3 XDD

Anyway lol, I think I will actually enjoy this storyline! Not that I necessarily thought I wouldn't, but I'm sure it will be angsty xD, plus I'm not always the biggest fan of Owen-centric things (though I'm not as much of a hater as some other people). Nonetheless, it looks like it'll an interesting and dramatic time, so I'm here for it :DD. Also Judd just laughing along for the ride lol xDD. Icon. But, though I say that, he was there for Owen the whole time as well :). That talk after the bar with the two of them was really sweet <33 🥰. They're besties, your honor :DD. Oh, and of course they also slayed at their jobs today :))).

And yeah, like I said lol: don't worry Owen - I'm sure you'll have plenty of dragons to slay soon xD.

Grace! Icon, amazing, love you girl 🥰🥰🥰🥰❤️❤️. Sometimes I just love seeing Grace's little "hold up" moments and confused faces at some of the 9-1-1 calls lol XDD. Anyway, she also was amazing at her job this episode, as always :DDD 🥰🥰🥰. Can't wait to see more of her :).

And now. The moment you've all been waiting for.

CARLOS

AND

TK

:DDDDDDDD!!!

Okay y'all it's Tarlos time 🥰🥰🥰

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Okay I'm good lol

:)))))

(no I'm not xdd)

Anyway! I love love love love LOVED them this episode 🥰🥰🥰🥰. They had so many great scenes 😭😭😭. I am a liiiittle but disappointed we didn't get a kiss, but eh, whatever :D. We got so much besides that lol, and I'm fine with that xD. Even if some of it was angst xdd. I mean, it's still a better start than last season LOL XDD.

that was pain xdd

Anyway lol xD. Oh, and of course I'll also be talking about Iris here in this section, but I'm not really considering her as getting her own, since she's not like one of the mains yk lol, I'll just be talking about her here xD. So, continuing on, y'all they are so adorable 😭😭😭. And even though it killed me, I love me some angst, so I'm doing great lol. I mean, it wasn't THAT bad so I probably would've just been like, gravely injured (nah I'd be dead lol) if I didn't love angst, but still XD.

Anyway y'all I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY PLAYED US LIKE THAT!!! We all (well so many people anyway) said that that was too obvious, and that Iris wouldn't come back, and then that she probably wasn't the secret/it wasn't about her but she helped lead them to it or something (I considered that anyway and I know some other people did), and they PROVED. US. WRONG. XDDD. I did consider several times that maybe they would do that, it would be just obvious and crazy enough to be likely, but I didn't want it to be this so I didn't think about it much xDD.

And I mean, don't get me wrong, I loved the scenes in this episode, and I'm sure I'll continue to love this plot, I just wish it was something a little more fancy. And also that Carlos hadn't been married before lol. But, it was for kind of okayyy reasons, and good reasons to keep it - although Carlos, no offense, not to hurt you lol, but if had checked in sooner you would've known she didn't need the insurance anymore sooner xdd. But! Hey, it's in the past lol. Anyway, not my first choice for a secret, but I think it's really interesting and it'll be a fun (if not very literally) plotline :D.

And also just- AAAHHHHH THEY'RE GETTING MARRIED 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰😭😭❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰. Y'all I literally can't handle this 🥰🥰 :'DDD. It's t h e m 😍😍🥰. All the wedding planning stuff and what not - aGH, it's so cute :'DDD 😭😭🥰. I'm so excited and I love them so much :))).

I am still scared for this storyline though lol xD.

But nah, I know it'll all work out fine lol. And I know I said nah but it actually doesn't stop me from being scared XDD.

Oh and lastly WE GET THE KISS NEXT EPISODEEEEE AAAHHHHHH and also AHHHH THAT HOLDING SCENE 😭😭😭😭. Like where TK was holding Carlos's face (or like neck or smth idk I was busy freaking out xD) :'))). If I remember correctly it was also that "I love you" scene from the promo? I don't know, like I said I was busy freaking out lol, but I'm pretty sure it was :'DDDD 🥰🥰🥰. Amazing, I love them so much, I am not at all ready and also so ready for this season :DDD. Let's do this :'))).

Overall, I really loved this episode! I thought the rescues/calls were cool and interesting, I loved seeing everybody again, and the disaster was super cool and unique :DD. I'm so happy to have my babeys back 🥰🥰. All the group scenes were hilarious, the plots were interesting and set up more cool stuff for the future, and the tarlos content was top notch :'DD xD. I think Owen's will be the main drama, obviously, but I'm looking forward to seeing where Tommy's goes. And I'm super excited for TK and Carlos's :D. I think this episode was an amazing start to what's sure to be an awesome season!!

So yeah! Such a great episode, I'm so glad we're back. I'm interested to see where this all goes! This has been my review of. . .

9-1-1: Lone Star, Season 4, Episode 1: The New Hotness

It was amazing! I'm really excited for the next episode, and the season as a whole. I'll be back next week for my review of. . .

9-1-1: Lone Star, Season 4, Episode 2: New Hot Mess

See you then!