has anyone ever thought about how actually terrifying berdly's situation is?

like, he's plunged into a new world with no idea what the fuck is happening, he thinks this is all a dream, and suddenly here comes this woman who shows him a shred of respect and decency, and he attached to her like glue because god knows he hasn't received it before. then she turns around and insults him, humiliates him, and even goes so far as to blatantly ignore him. but he still feels attached to her because hey, she's technically keeping him and noelle safe (even if she does favor noelle, but that's nothing new to him). so he continues to 'do her bidding' even though he knows it's just a ploy to get him out of her wires.

he finds kris, and there's a shred of hope. but he tries to play up the part of 'the queen's knight' and acts like he doesn't like kris. but they become trucies anyways. great. cool. whatever.

ALSO! queen literally ignored him getting blasted out of his roller coaster! he could have been seriously hurt!

then we get to queen's mansion, and suddenly he's in a shock cage with noelle being clearly forced to return to queen. he's scared to say anything because he's literally in a cage, but he can tell this isn't what noelle wants.

cut to the fight with queen. do you know how terrifying it would be to have that thing on your face? it's essentially invading berdly's mind and making him actually do queen's bidding, and that includes hurting his friends. in the bad/neutral ending he manages to rip it off at the expense of his wing, which now as far he knows could be useless forever. in the good ending, his friends get the thing off and he's dandy. except he's not.

don't even get me started on the snowgrave route. he died thinking all of this was a dream, or realised it wasn't before/during the fight with kris and noelle. either way, he died knowing he would never see the Lightworld again.

just really horrifying stuff when you really think about it. and i have been STEWING on this

I didn’t even consider the whole ‘queen’s probably the first person to show berdly a shred of respect in a while’ aspect…… damn

combined with the shenanigans in cyber city and the queen battle, berdly just. never really gets a break huh.

I think about the pre-berdly battle snowgrave dialouge a lot. berdly sees that kris is hurting his friend (it’s actually us doing the hurting but shhhh don’t worry about that rn) and just. immediatly drops the whole iq and queen’s loyal knight shtick. you’re doing something to his friend and he’s gonna stop you one way or another. shame that he

Ruined Suits

Author: Toby

Title: Ruined Suits

Pairing: Scarafaggio/Reader, Reader/OC

Character/s: Scarafaggio

Word Count: 2, 882 words

Warnings: Smut (18+ only please), BDSM, caning, collaring, being chained to the floor. All sorts. Also, I don’t really write Gio, so proceed with caution.

Tags: N/A

Prompt: You had no idea that Gio would even own a suit so expensive. In hindsight, his punishment for you was for good reason.

Notes: So, basically, there was some discussion a while ago in the discord about the dons catching you wearing their clothes. I, personally, wasn’t there when it went down but.....it left me for some food for thought. Gio isn’t my fave, this was more for a friend than anything else, so at the end it might be OOC? Idk, I’m still testing him out.

Requests are open, commissions are back open. HMU if you want anything so we can talk it out.

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Ruined Suits

In your defence, you had no idea that the suit was nearly $100, 000. The words ‘Dormeuil Vanquish II’ meant nothing to you. What did mean something to you, was that it was soft, it smelt nice and it was Gio’s. Gio, the man with good taste, the man who wants you to be comfortable. The man who would murder you if he found out you were stretching and warping the shape of his expensive suit as you wandered around the smoking room, fiddling with his cane, giving out fake orders in a very, very poor imitation of the man

It amused you, mostly because you knew you wouldn’t get caught. Gio was off at some function and wasn’t meant to be home for at least another hour or so-

“What are you doing?” You pause at the sound of a very, very unimpressed voice filling the room. You slowly, slowly turn to face Gio, taking note of the red beginning to thread through his hair. He takes in the sight of you, oversized pants scrunched up at your feed, a shirt that was meant for Gio being stretched out, even though you left some buttons undone in order not to pop them with your chest, his blazer and shirt sleeves rolled up so you had your hands free and his cane currently being used as a baton. 

Your hands move as you bounce your two pointer fingers together, your other fingers curled in with your thumbs standing up, pouting up at him as you try to cute yourself out of the situation. “I thought I looked adorable?”

He. Was not impressed. “Take it off.”

“Make me.” The words fall from your lips before you have a chance to hold them back, but you stand your ground. No, this was your time to be the top. You were in charge.

“Y/N. I’m going to count to three.” He warns, taking a step forward, out of the doorway and closer towards you. His presence fills the room more than he actually does, almost intimidatingly so. But even then. He can’t knock you down, not when you are on your high horse.

“No.” You say again. “I’m Daddy now.”

Gio doesn’t respond with words more as he just lets out a growl and charges towards you. In that split second, your bravado waivers and you make a mad dash out of the room and towards the safety of your bedroom.

But he doesn’t chase after you, oh no. He takes his time, smelling you out as he slowly follows. It feels like he is in every corner of every room like Gio had managed to fill the house with himself. Every shadow appeared to be intimidating, every closed door just another place where Gio could be hiding, waiting for you. Every time you trip over the too-long pant legs, you stumble and look around the room, a deer in headlights, fearing that he would be just behind you. He never was. And that felt more terrifying than if he was in the room.

You manage to get up the stairs, breathless already as you pause to take a breather - knowing that you were using up valuable time. You are certain Gio is behind you, less than an arms-length away. Your belief only strengthens when you can hear him talking, clear as day. As if he was right there beside you. “Where is it you think you can hide from me? I know this house better than anyone, little mouse, I built it from the ground up. I know every brick, every pipe, every little pebble that is in this house, as well as every little hiding space that my home has to offer. If you think there is a single alcove or crevice that would keep you from me, you are sorely mistaken. You will never escape me, piccolo coniglio. So it’s best that you don't even try." His voice is low, echoing, full of an ancient power you forgot that he had, that being reason alone for causing a shiver to run down your spine. If you concentrate, it is almost like it is seeping out of the walls around you. Perhaps giving chase was a bad idea to begin with. Perhaps you should just give up now, hope he grants you mercy. That would be the saner idea.

You keep running.

By some miracle, you end up in your room, diving under the bed, trying to level and control your breathing as you listen carefully, hearing carefully measured footsteps enter each room and walk out. You were hoping that you wearing his clothes would, at the very least, hinder his endeavour to find you, just enough for you to escape to Zhuk or Bee, someone who can protect you from the angry Italian.

You managed to get one more breath before the door to your room opens. You curl in on yourself, wanting to be as small as possible as he slowly paces the room, audibly sniffing at the air. Your heart comes to a pounding stop when you realise he’s stopped walking, stopped sniffing. He’s just standing somewhere in the room but you have no idea where. A dark chuckle rings in your ear, causing a shiver to run down your spine. “Oh piccola, did you really think you could hide from me in here?” His amusement comes off in waves as you cling to his cane, ready to use it to defend yourself at any moment.

The hand that shot out in the dark to grab your ankle causes you to jolt in shock and scream as he drags you out from under the bed. “Wait, wait Gio, hang on-”

The sound of tearing fabric causes both of you to go still. You look down to see the back of his blazer and shirt were torn, having gotten caught on something on the way out. Your eyes quickly dart back over to Gio, swallowing when you see how angry he is. “It was an accident?” You say, hoping it’d be enough that he’d let you go and focus on his poor suit instead.

With a yelp, he has you over his shoulder, arms holding you down as he marches back down to the smoking-room, where it all began. No matter how you squirm, how much you plea, how hard you kick at his chest, his grip on you stays firm as he continues his march downstairs.

He, less than gracefully, throws you to the floor. In an act of adrenaline fuels desperation, your hand swings out with his cane in hand, hoping to get a good strike to his legs in order for you to make your escape. He calmly grabs at your wrist, yanking the cane from your hand before letting go and staring down at you, looming over you, finally giving a one-word command. “Strip.”

You have pushed and pushed and pushed at this point. The idea of disobeying more was not one you think you should follow through on. You slowly stand and start to disrobe, throwing item of clothing after item of clothing on the ground, wincing when you see how large of a rip Gio dragging you out of the bed had caused. When you stand there, just in your bra and panties, eyes to the ground as you sway awkwardly, Gio looks up from what he’s doing, tutting softly, disapprovingly. “All of it.” He prompts.

You swallow before undoing your bra and throwing it on top of the pile of clothing you have managed to create before carefully, slowly, peeling down your panties, leaving you completely bare. He hums, happy with what he sees as he walks in a slow circle around you, taking in every inch of skin he can see. You swallow when he stops in front of you, trying your best to remain quiet as his hand comes over to brush against your neck. You can feel the heavy leather of the collar resting in his hand as it slides against your skin and is locked shut.

“Kneel.” Comes his next command. You feel your knees hit the ground before you can even register what your body is doing. “Face against the ground.” You whimper but do as instructed, your ass staying up in the air as you do so. A faint click in front of you is your only warning before you feel his hand dart towards your collar, another click confirming your fate as you try to lift your head up only to be held back down. A small chain keeping your head close to the floor. You readjust, knees spreading slightly as you struggle to regain your balance.

You can hear him actively planning on what to do next as he walks around you, admiring you like he would one of his paintings, kneeling for him, spreading for him, presenting for him. “That suit is ruined, Y/N.” He starts, voice even and careful. “Do you know how much it will cost me to replace it?”

“I’m sure you can find the money to afford it.” You mutter out. A swish can be heard throughout the room before a loud crack echoes down the hall. You yelp as the sting left by his cane starts to heat up.

He tuts disapprovingly. “Have we already forgotten what to do during punishment?”

You swallow back another witty remark. “No.” There is a beat and you can almost feel him reaching to give you another whack with the cane. “Sir.” You finally tag on. “One, thank you Sir, may I have another Sir?” You grit out. This was unfair, it was an accident, why were you being punished for this?

He hums, accepting your begrudging count. “Now, piccolo coniglio, let’s count your transgressions.” He starts. “One, wearing my suit without permission, two, disobeying me when I told you to remove it, three, running away after being told to come to me, four, ruining my suit when you hid from me and five, your never-ending bratty, bratty behaviour.” He counts off. “One strike per misdeed? I believe that's fair.” You don’t even dare challenge him on that, once his mind is made up, there is no going back. “Y/N.” He warns.

“Yes Sir. That’s fair.” You mutter, mentally preparing for the rest of your punishment.

He hums approvingly. “Good.” Is all he says as he finally finds his stance behind you. “Four more to go, piccola, count them.” He reminds.

A whistle through the air is your only warning before a loud ‘crack’ fills the room. You grunt as you move forward slightly to try and escape the source of the sting and the heat currently radiating from your backside. A clearing of the throat prompts you. “Two, thank you Sir, may I have another Sir?”

There is a beat before the familiar sound of his cane rushing through the air can be heard and you try to relax in time for the feeling of wood hitting skin, the rush of blood and the painful throbbing sting that follows. You don’t miss it this time. “Three, thank you Sir, may I have another Sir?”

The following two strikes are just as hard as the others, and you are certain you are going to have welts that will make it difficult to sit down for a few days. Each strike is followed by your count, your final one you leave out the last part of your scripted response, as per Gio’s liking. There is a semi tense silence that follows as the tears in your eyes that had started to well after the fourth strike threaten to spill over. It hurt so bad but oh so, so good.

The feeling of cool leather gently palming against the sorest part of your ass breaks you from your thoughts with a gasp, it helping settle the pain currently burning under your skin. “You did so well, piccola.” He purrs, hand slowly drifting down, moving to cup at your dripping wet heat. “I suppose a reward is in order, yes?”

Before you even have a chance to respond, you feel a leather-clad finger slowly work its way inside of you, followed by a second as he stretches you out slightly. He begins to pump his fingers inside of you, pressing up against all those sensitive spots that only Gio seemed to know how to find. His rumbling chuckle vibrates down your back from his chest when you whine as he begins to narrowly miss that one spot he had been teasing, his lips pressing against your neck as he slowly pulls out, his fingers moving to rest against your mouth.

“Clean them.” Your mouth drops at his order, sliding over the smooth material of his gloves as you suck your slick clean off of them, a mix of leather and something undeniably you dancing on your tongue as you map each groove, each divet, along the stitching and along the seams. You can feel your eyes roll back into the back of your head as you work on autopilot, going over the material covering his hand again and again until all traces of you disappears and the flavour of expensive leather grows stronger and stronger until it’s all you can taste. You are so lost in continuing to run your tongue between his fingers that you don’t feel the blunt probing of his cock against your entrance until the stretch of him filling you once more makes you realise what he’s doing. With a broken moan around his fingers, you push back until he bottoms out inside of you, filling you completely as Gio presses his body against yours with a grunt.

You wait for him to move, but the seconds keep ticking by and he’s taking. Too. Long. You press back, the slightly muffled ‘move’ leaving your lips, causing him to chuckle again, teeth nipping at your skin. “Hush now, coniglietto. Let me take care of you. You were doing so well for me, piccola, don’t ruin that now.” He warns before he gently rolls his hips, making sure you feel the drag of every inch of his length as he slowly starts to fuck you against the carpet, your small moans only growing into a slow crescendo as he picks up his speed, his hand slipping from your mouth as his glove disappears in time for his fingers to press into your hips as he pulls you back against him, nails digging in until small scratches start to appear beneath them, small praises falling from his lips, whispered gently in your ear.

You can feel a heated coil in your belly start to tighten just as his hand starts to drift down, fingers moving to play expertly with your clit. Your moans turn into grunts, your grunts turn to cries as he brings you closer and closer to that edge. You tighten around him, feeling the coil in your belly burst as warmth shudders through you, clenching around his cock as you come with a loud cry. You can barely hear his praises, his hips beginning to fall out of rhythm as he approaches his release. You feel his lips press a gentle kiss just below your collar as he spills inside of you, causing you to whimper as your body finally gives out and you collapse onto the floor with a loud ‘thud’, eyes fluttering closed as exhaustion takes over your body.

When you come to, you’re back in Gio’s bed, feeling clean and warm as you lay in his arms under silk sheet, his hands tracing at your skin lightly as he lets you wake up fully. “Good morning, piccola.” He greets, amusement in his voice.

“Mornin’.” Is all you get out, voice thick with sleep as you snuggle up closer towards him, resting your chin on his chest.

“What did we learn?”

“That expensive material tears easy and that it really shows that money doesn’t equal quality?” A low growl rumbles from his chest as you move to press a kiss against his skin. “I just wanted to see how it felt to wear something like that, that’s all. And, ya know. I think I looked pretty damn good in that suit.”

“Indeed it did. Worth every cent.” He sounds almost proud.

“I’m sorry that I ruined it though, I didn’t mean to-”

“Get caught?”

“......well yes but I also didn’t mean to ruin it.”

He hums. “I could buy a hundred more if I wished, tesoro. There is no need to fret about it now. What’s done is done.”

“How much was it anyway?” You pale when he tells you the price, feeling rather than seeing his smirk, feeling his lips against the top of your head as he tells you not to worry about it. “I feel like I need to make it up to you though.” You confess, a small sound of surprise leaving your lips when he pulls you up so you’re sitting in his lap as he lays flat against the bed, a playful smile on his lips that few got to see, eyes glinting with promises of future plans you are yet to be informed of.

“I think we can think of something.”

✔ oc ┊❝ ( Toby Wallace. he/him &. cismale ) rumor around town is that Campbell Eliot was on one of the buses that left for the field trip. they’re the eighteen year old that resides in new ham. over the summer news spread that they're a psychopath, but who knows if that’s true or not? what we do know is that their friends describe them as charismatic and perceptive, but who knows when they’re known to be aggressive and controlling from time to time.

Hey everyone! Meet my nasty boi Campbell. He’s an Asshole™ and the exact opposite of my sunshine child, Jay. So it’s gonna be a wild ride. If you wanna plot or whatnot just hmu here or on discord!

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Campbell is incredibly charismatic, and can change how he acts on a dime. He’s a social chameleon, and has keen awareness and perception over how he and others act and react. Perhaps the only way people ever really knew something wasn’t right with him was because they got a gut feeling everytime he was around that told them he was wrong.

There is nothing in life that scares him.

He hungers after gaining control, making decisions-- or at the least pulling the strings behind those decisions. He doesn’t want chaos, but he will do whatever it takes to gain the upper hand.

Aggression is his go-to response, and he can be violent when it serves a purpose. Whether it’s just to make him feel something, or to get what he wants. Rage is one of the few emotions he can experience to its fullest extent.

Campbell has high intelligence and is calculating, constantly running through his mind what people will think about things he and others say and do. This gives him the ability to see potential consequences others don’t notice.

After growing up facing neglect and being feared by all those around him, Campbell has gotten a clear understand of just how dark humanity can get. He is very objective and thoughtful when considering situations and decisions, always wanting to find the best solution for his needs.

He spends a lot of time just watching, observing people to figure out what makes them tick.

Once he sets his mind on something, the only one who can stop him is himself.

When Campbell was diagnosed as a Psychopath, he wasn’t surprised. It did make things worse for him within the family, but things were already shit anyway.

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Campbell just???? loves food????? food is one of the few things that makes him super duper happy. He’s not really a picky eater but give him a bacon ‘n egg sandwich any day and he’ll love you for life.

If you are someone he wants to keep around he will spoil the hell out of you: giving you gifts, trying to make you laugh, doing things you enjoy-- it’s all on the table.

He is fiercely protective, if you fuck with him, his plans, or anyone he wants to keep safe, you better be ready for a fucking war. 

Campbell is normally pretty chill and laidback with others, he prefers to listen than speak.

When shit hits the fan, Campbell is a pacer. He’ll walk back and forth for hours. He despises feeling helpless.

Definitely a movie buff. Talk to him about all things from American psycho to The Notebook. He especially enjoys laughing at blatant idiocy and rewatches all the gory scenes for ideas.

He very much prefers to be alone in peace and quiet instead of out at a rager, but will do whichever gets him where he wants to go. Intimate settings are more prefarable to group ones, as it makes it easier to keep track of everyone and judge interactions.

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“ alright but make it quick “

- What is your earliest memory that you can remember?

“ i don’t fucking know, stepping on a snail? “

- How was your childhood in general? Did your parents treat you well? Did you have a lot of friends?

“ aw, that’s cute. next question. “

- How was/is school? What is your favorite and least favorite subjects? What were your grades on average?

“ school was school. and i dunno, science? they were all the same. “

- Best childhood memory you can recall?

“ cutting class for the first time. or maybe when sam fell flat on his face cause i shoved him and he started crying and shit. that was fucking funny. and it still was every time after that. “

- Worst childhood memory you can recall?

“ i got this sweet knife on my eighth birthday but they took it away when i was ten. that fucking sucked, it was still in great condition too. “

- Name an event in your childhood that has shaped you into the person you are today

“ when we realised sam was deaf. selfish prick. “

- Are you a virgin?

“ ha, no. “

- What is the worst injury you have ever gotten? What was it and how did it happen? Were you ever close to death?

“ i’ve nearly cut my fingers off plenty of times. i fell off some rocks i was trying to climb once. had to go to the hospital for that. “

- Most dangerous thing you have ever done?

“ let’s just say i should’ve been in jail a couple times over by now “

- What would you do if you were suddenly given one billion dollars out of the blue?

“ get out of this town. buy my own place. never speak to anyone from here ever again. “

- Do you have any hobbies? Name all of them if you can.

“ pretty sure if i say them this’ll be used as evidence in court one day. “

- What are your top three favorite animals? What would you say your "Patronus" or "Spirit Animal" is?

“ what the actual fuck. next. “

- Can you cook at all?

“ ye, obviously. had to do it for myself since i was seven. “

- What is your favorite dish? Can you prepare it? Do you have the recipe handy?

“ ive gotten to hunt pheasant a few times. nothing beats that fresh game. clean it, skin it, gut it. crisp it up and eat it. so good. “

- What would you say is the worst thing someone has done to you? What is the meanest thing someone has ever said to you?

“ had a few people call me a monster, a dick, a demon. at this point i’m used to it, and it’s good to be reminded who you are. “

- What is the worst thing you have done to someone? What is the meanest thing you have said to anyone?

“ nothing i do is mean, i’m a modern day saint. “

“ we done? you’re welcome. don’t say i never did anything for you. “

Tagged by @knownasemrys I thought this was the same one as the other one but it wasn’t so here I am to talk about myself some more!! hooray!! NAME: Shane

STAR SIGN: aries

HEIGHT: 5′5 (Okay fuck you 5′4 shut up)

WHAT’S YOUR MIDDLE NAME: I don’t know you tell me

PUT YOUR ITUNES ON SHUFFLE. WHAT ARE THE FIRST 4 SONGS THAT POPPED UP?

1. Man Overboard by Puscifer

2. Horizons by Puscifer (I don’t even like puscifer that much this is just a coincidence)

3. Free Will by who knows from One Piece

4. View from Heaven by Yellowcard

GRAB THE BOOK NEAREST YOU AND TURN TO PAGE 23. WHAT’S LINE 17

"The crocodile-dog moves away from Mom and also closes in on me, exchanging glances with the monstrous child, who’s narrowing the gap.”

Hmu if you know what book this is bc that gives it away pretty well. Sort of makes me miss my snakey heart buddy from high school.

HAVE YOU EVER HAD A POEM OR SONG WRITTEN ABOUT YOU?

Nope not even that I don’t know of

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU PLAYED AIR GUITAR?

uh hopefully never. i know it’s not never because i definitely did on a stage in front of like 100 people in elementary school but other than that hopefully never.

WHO IS YOUR CELEBRITY CRUSH?

uuuuHHHHHHHHHH i don’t know crush is such a implicative word(morena baccarin toby stephens bryce dallas howard probably others)

WHAT’S A SOUND YOU HATE + A SOUND YOU LOVE?

Oh god i gotta second the alarm clock and a sound i love is the rumble of roller coasters im about to ride im going to cedar point in four days and im dying of happiness and anticipation. also I really like thunder and heavy rain outside my window but who doesn’t.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS?

mmmmmmmmmmmmm kind of ish?? more like a ‘who am I NOT to believe in ghosts’ sort of feeling as I’ve never really once felt the presence of one. which makes sense because if I do believe in ghosts I don’t think you can feel them. but they might be there. doing ghosty stuff and laughing at the stupid jokes i tell myself out loud when im alone. or just making fun of me. anyway it’s more like i want to than it is i really think it’s likely.

HOW ABOUT ALIENS?

this on the other hand I think is extremely likely and absolutely I do.

DO YOU DRIVE?

yes which isn’t very gay of me i suppose but i am a uh... rather reckless driver which i used to say shamelessly but i’ve been working on it because i just. am working on things. i’ve never gotten in an accident but, you know. anyway i’ve heard that’s very bi of me so at least i have that.

IF SO, HAVE YOU EVER CRASHED?

again, nope.

WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK YOU READ?

I genuinely have no fucking idea. I’m probably reading the night vale book next tho. I don’t even know what it’s called but that’s the plan or something.

DO YOU LIKE THE SMELL OF GASOLINE?

ew

WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU SAW?

love, simon survey says

WHAT’S THE WORST INJURY YOU’VE EVER HAD?

uuuHHH i...?? not sure. I’ve never broken a bone but... probably some shit from my childhood tbh.

DO YOU HAVE ANY OBSESSIONS RIGHT NOW?

kevin from welcome to night vale is possibly the only thing i care about right now and i have no outlet NO OUTLET im upset

DO YOU TEND TO HOLD GRUDGES AGAINST PEOPLE WHO HAVE DONE YOU WRONG?

mmmmmmmm i guess, yes and no. It depends on what they did, if they are sorry, if they’d ever take it back, if they learn. Also depends on how well I know them. I’ll hold a grudge against a stranger or acquaintance for like for some petty shit like calling me a name behind my back and i wont fxcking talk or be friendly with them bc that’s just the kind of shit i am but a friend could probably murder me and I’d forgive ‘em if I believed they were really sorry.

IN A RELATIONSHIP?

nah I’m tagging @144bees and it’s mostly just because you said you liked doing these in the last one i tagged you in kasjhdkjahd as for everyone else i tagged last time im not going to actually tag you and it’s 100% bc im scared of annoying you but if ANYONE mutual or not feels like doing this just say i tagged you and tag me in it. no one will know.

Miniminter Smut: LA Love

Summary: Could you do an imagine about Y/N and Simon meeting in LA when he's on holiday with the rest of the boys and they just click get chatting and they go out together like to the beach and shopping and stuff and end up kissing and you stay the night (just cuddling not smut if your not comfortable with it lol) and the boys tease in the morning about it but they're happy for you both- idk I thought it would be cute thanks!!💗

Warnings: Pure FILTH, Daddy Kink, swearing.. I think that’s it?

Requested: Yep by a lovely anon (check summary)

Rating: 17+ (smut & swearing)

A/N: Hey, this is my first smut! It is pure filth! I will happily do more if people want it! Please be aware I have never done anything sexual in  my life so this may be complete and utter bollocks so... yeah lol! I’m sorry this took so long as well! Anyways, I hope you enjoy! :) <3 (sorry it’s long). Y/FD = Your Favourite Drink Y/D/J = Your Dream Job Y/B/S = Your Birth Stone (Anymore you don’t understand, hmu)

~Beth <3

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It was your first ever official outing. Well, ever since your “boyfriend” left you last week for that stupid, mysterious girl in the club. You should. No, you need to forget about him. Today was your day! You’ve been invited to go to meet one of your old-school friends for a coffee. So, that’s what you should do! Go for a coffee and enjoy yourself! You sat up and walked to the bathroom to have a shower, in fact, you’ve got plenty of time – checking your phone, why not have a bath?

You ran the bathtub with your favourite scent and at a nice, warm, soothing temperature. You dipped your toe in cautiously - it was perfect. You stepped in, holding onto the sides, making sure you wouldn't slip and laid down on the throne of bubbles.

/-/-/ Time Skip /-/-/

You get out of the bath slowly, and head for the warm towels on the radiator. You wrap it around your body and flip your head, to put another towel on it and form a turban. You walk out of the bathroom to check your phone. Shit, you've only got half an hour to get ready. You walk towards your wardrobe and picked a nice pair of jeans and a small crop top. You quickly put some panties on and the corresponding bra - not even thinking about it. You quickly run to the bathroom and took your hair out of the turban. You grabbed your hair dryer and start blasting your hair making sure it wasn't too wet. You ran back into your room and grabbed a few bits of makeup. No. Let's go all natural for once. You put the makeup back and quickly got changed. You grabbed your phone and your bag and ran out the door and locked up. You quickly unlocked your car and off you drove to the coffee shop.

/-/-/ At the coffee shop /-/-/

You walked in and looked around for your friend. She was nowhere to be seen. "Oh, she must've been held up by something." You sat down at a table, close to a window so you could see if she was coming. You didn't want to look a loner so you made out you were texting someone, but you were just checking Facebook: Tracy has a new boyfriend - it's the third this month! Tony got married last week. There was nothing new.

*Ahem* "excuse me miss, would you like anything to eat or drink? It's just that you've been sat by yourself for the past 10 minutes and if you don't order anything in the next 5 minutes, I'm sorry but you'll have to leave." You looked down, in embarrassment. "I'll have a Y/F/D to go please." The waitress nodded and left.

You went back on your phone when suddenly, you hear two people laughing. You turn around to see your old-school friend and. Shit. Your ex-boyfriend. "Hey Y/N." Your friend. Well, how could you even call her that now? Shouted, waved and came towards you, her hand interlocked with his. The waitress put your drink on the table and you paid for it. "Hey Y/N, didn't you hear me shout?" Your "friend" said. "Um Nope, I've just realised I've got to be somewhere." You murmur. Your "friend" nodded. Your ex-boyfriend turned to you "You know I'm sorry about what happened. I did tell you that I was drunk and it was a mistake." He said.

"Like I said, I've got to go." You felt tears forming in your eyes. You picked up your drink and stood up, you hastily turned around and *BANG* your favourite drink went everywhere other than the cup, all over a tall and lanky stranger. "I'm so sorry." You grabbed a napkin and handed it to the stranger. You looked up to see a gorgeous pair of sapphire eyes and dusty brown hair. "It's okay. Oh shit, why are you crying?" The stranger asked, thoughtfully. "It's fine. How can I make it up to you?" You quickly ask, wiping your eyes and feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. "You don't have to do anything. I'm Simon." Simon smiled.  "I'm Y/N, you don't sound like you're from around here?" You ask. "Um yeah. I'm on holiday with my mates - I'm from the UK." He chuckled. "Do you want to meet my mates?" He asked. You nodded and followed him to a table full of men. "Yo Simon, what ya done to your shirt?" A man with a snapback on said. "Guys this is Y/N." They all nodded towards you. "Y/N this is Tobi, JJ, Harry, Josh, Ethan and Vik." Simon said, pointing to each of them. He pulled up an extra chair for you. You sat down between him and a dirty blond haired boy, Harry you think his name was.

"So, Y/N? What do you do for a living?". The man wearing a snapback - Tobi, asked. Suddenly, you felt a hand on your thigh. You look up and see Simon talk, however, he's smirking throughout the conversation. "Y/N?" You wake from your daydream. "Sorry, I do..." His hand moves more up your thigh, causing you to bite your lip to hold back the moan building up. "I-I do Y/D/J." You respond.

"Y'know if you bite your lip any harder, you're gonna end up bleeding?" Simon whispers into your ear, making you blush.

"Hey, Y/N? You okay? You've turned a bit red?" JJ commented.

"Yeah Y/N? You okay there?" Simon joined in, his hand shifting closer to your heat. Luckily, Harry wasn't paying any attention to what Simon was doing to you. That's it, you had enough! "I've got an idea! Let's go shopping - since we are near Westfield Century City! Then maybe we could go to the beach afterward?" You suggest.

"Actually, Y/N the boys are busy. Aren't you?" You looked at them, they all nodded quickly, far too quickly, oh well you thought. "Right me and Y/N are going shopping, we'll see you later," Simon said, slipping his hand on your lower back. "Do you want to take an uber or something?" He asks quietly.

"It's fine - my car is just parked there." You said, pointing to your car. You unlocked it and you both got inside.

The journey wasn't too long but it still felt forever. Not because of the heat of LA's hot weather, but because of Simon (not to mention, a guy you've only just met)'s hand traveling up and down your thigh, his ring on his pinky brushing your thigh every time.

As you both approached the shopping centre, his hand slowly stopped. You couldn't help but whimper at the loss of contact of his cold hand on your warm thigh. "Did that feel good baby?" He whispered. You nodded. "Well, you'll have to wait till later to have more fun..." He chuckled.

For the next two hours, you both went in and out of shops. Every so often, he would buy you little surprise gifts.

By the end, you'd bought only a few clothes but Simon added to the collection with two necklaces - one with Y/B/S, one with your initial, one small bracelet, and one Pandora ring. He didn't get much: two t-shirts - one black and one white Adidas shirt and black and red shorts to match.

You both were quite tired by the time you'd finished shopping and it was getting into early evening time. You checked your phone: 5:34 pm. "Hey Simon, do you still fancy going to the beach?" You ask him. He nodded. "Only if you still want to?" He said. You both agreed and went back to your car.

When you arrived at the beach, the sun was just setting. Suddenly, you realised you barely even knew Simon; what he does (career wise), where in the UK he was from etc. Essentially, he was a complete and utter stranger to you and the fact that you, YOU chose to hang out with. What the hell were you thinking?! Your thoughts were interrupted by Simon saying "Hey Y/N, I've had a really great time today. I don't really get out much because of my job, but this has been amazing. I know I've not said much about myself..." He rubbed the back of his neck. "But it's because I don't want you to feel like I'm a complete loser..."

"So what exactly do you do for a living what would make me think you're a loser?" You ask. He looked down, awkwardly. "I'm a..." He mumbles. You looked at him confused. "I-I make videos on YouTube." He manages to mumble out, but still embarrassed by it. He glanced over at you, to see your reaction. In return, you smiled "that's really cool! What kind of videos do you do?" You ask. You saw his face lit up at your response. "I do gaming videos with the guys you saw earlier, each of them have their own channels. We all mainly do FIFA videos except Vik, he does Minecraft. We also do a few football videos on occasion but it's really hard to get everyone together. This holiday took six months planning - you see, we all have different schedules. Like Josh and I are usually awake at the same time. Then we record and edit between 6pm-2am. Obviously, we get snacks like between editing but we mainly supply on RedBull and Frubes." He said you looked over to him. "Sounds fun." You smiled. "The boys and I are having a meal at 7 pm, would you like to come with me? We'd obviously need to change and stuff. So just come back to my hotel - the restaurant is literally part of it." He asked. Wait? Why would Simon want me to come back to his place? As if he had read your thoughts, he turned to you: "I'm sorry, that sounded weird, um the reason I want you to come back to mine. I-it's because I bought you this..." He pulls out Y/F/C  dress, with some silver/gold (whichever goes with Y/F/C) heels, both in your size and a silver/gold clutch bag. "Oh Simon, it's beautiful! Thank you!" You exclaimed. His cheeks turned a rosy pink. You got on your tip toes and placed a kiss on his warm, red cheek. "Thank you so much for everything today." You whispered, smiling in his ear.

You both arrived at the hotel. It was quite a fancy hotel, to say the least. Polished granite floors, chandeliers. It was like something from a movie. You were quite surprised that you haven't seen this grand hotel before - as it is close to your favourite beach.

Simon took hold of your hand and dragged you to the lift. "Come on, we've only got an hour to be ready!" He said, giddily.

You came up to his room and he unlocked it. Well, a room was an understatement, it was an apartment! You've never actually seen an apartment before. It genuinely felt like you were in one of those cliche Hollywood movies! Simon opened the door and let you inside. "Welcome to my home, well for this week anyways." He laughs. "Just put your stuff at the door." He said. "Come on, I'll give you a quick tour." He said, grabbing your hand.

"Right, well that's the tour - this is my room." He said, opening the large wooden doors. The doors creaked open, revealing a rather large bedroom. The walls were all white except one feature wall, where the king sized bed was. He had everything in this room. A walk in wardrobe, an ensuite and a small balcony! "This must have cost lots?!" You exclaim.

"Well we all chipped in so, I guess if I paid for it all by myself, I would have to sell my car." He chuckled. "Anyways we best get ready if we have any chance of eating tonight." He said.

You both quickly got changed. The dress and shoes fitted perfectly! You went into the bathroom to finish up your makeup when a pair of firm hands gripped to your waist. "You look, beautiful babe," Simon whispered in your ear. His hot breath on your exposed neck sent shivers down your spine. You couldn't deny it, he smelled good. Better than good. Amazing. You checked your phone to see what time it was 6:43 pm. "Let's head down to the restaurant." You said.

The drive wasn't too far, only about 5 minutes away.

As the evening meal went on, Simon's hand was doing the same thing as before: moving up and down your thigh. But what you didn't realise, was that he had an evident boner, which you could only think was your fault. "Hey Minter looks like you're getting a bit excited there." You whispered in his ear. No reaction. Well except a small smile appeared on his thin, pink lips. However, it was not enough to spark any movement. An idea popped into your head. "Two can play at that game." You whispered. "What was that?" You hear a voice from behind you say. It was Josh. Simon's hand quickly jumped up, knocking over his drink onto his lap. "Shit!" He said, jumping up. You grabbed a napkin started dabbing it on his crotch. You could see his pupils dilate and his face turn beetroot red. *Ahem* he awkwardly coughed. You got the gist, it was turning him on. You stopped, seeing the smirking faces of everyone around. "Sorry." You awkwardly mumbled. Everyone carried on talking, phew you thought, that was a close one. The evening carried on, the same with Simon's hand running up and down your thigh. You came up with the same idea as before. You placed your hand on his crotch, palming his dick over his black trousers. A small moan came from his lips as he was speaking to Tobi. He bit down on his lips, to stop any more moans from escaping it. "Y/N quit it! Or you'll pay!" He whispered through the conversation with Tobi. Being the cheeky person you were, you carried on but with more force than before. Simon quickly picked up on the fact you were palming him harder. "To make it fair" he decided to move his hand closer towards your heat, slowly and slightly pulling your panties down each stroke. That was it! You were done with his teasing.

"I've got to go." You quickly got up, making Simon jump. "Simon, will you walk me back to my car?" He quickly stumbled up. "Lovely meeting you all!" You said, waving goodbye. The rest of them waved and Simon pulled up his black jeans and took your hand. "I'll see you guys later. I'll probably get an Uber back to the room and I might crash once I've come back, so please don't disturb me with your drunken states, especially you." He added, pointing to Harry. Harry looked up in confusion. "What was that mate?" He slurred, clearly already drunk.

You both walk towards the car park when suddenly he pins you against a wall. "What're you do..." You are stopped by Simon's warm, moist lips on your own. Without thinking about it, you kissed back. "Let's take this back to mine..." He mumbled through the kiss. You both parted and nodded to each other. "Wait, what about your ride?" He looked at you confused. "Well, shit. I don't have a ride - unless I get an uber?"

"Just drive mine." You said, handing him the keys. You both ran towards your car and got in and drove off.

Simon quickly parked up in the car park of the hotel. You both got out of the car, Simon quickly locked it and came round your side of the car. He grabs your hand in a frenzy and pulls you towards the lobby of the hotel. You both slow down as you reach the entrance of the hotel. You both speed walk to the elevator, hand in hand. As you both stepped inside. Simon quickly pressed the floor's button and up you went. Unfortunately for you both, the apartment was quite far up. Simon stood at the opposite side of the elevator to you, in case some of his fans pop up, after JJ did tweet earlier in the week that they were staying at this hotel. Like don't get him wrong, he loves meeting and taking pictures with the fans, he just didn't want anyone to start unnecessary drama about you. "Did I tell you that you looked beautiful tonight? Because you do look really good". He mumbled out. "Something along those lines." You laugh. "Fuck it! Let them all see how much I love you! Create the fuck they want about me loving someone!" He pushes you against the wall of the elevator, your legs naturally wrap around his waist. He attacks your lips with wet kisses. His hands traveling up and down your legs, brushing over your already soaked panties. "So wet for me already baby girl!" You accepted his plea and his tongue slipped into your mouth. Jesus, he's an amazing kisser, you thought to yourself. Just as you were about to slip your own tongue into his mouth, the elevator tannoy announced "Level 4. Doors opening." Simon quickly jumps off you and returns where he was stood before. You straighten your dress and pretend that your texting on your phone. The elevator doors open. "MINIMINTER!" You look up from your phone. "Guys look! It's Simon!" A girl, 13 by the looks of it shouts. You see his reaction. His face is bright red. A mixture of girls and boys, mainly girls came rushing over. He steps out the elevator to greet the fans. He turns around "I'll meet you back at the room, there's a spare key under the plant outside the room. Get ready for Daddy." He whispered before he left. "Why do you have lipstick on?" One girl said. The doors closed before you could hear what his response was.

You finally reached the apartment and got the spare key from under the plant. You open the door, it was pitch black. You took your heels off and put your bag next to it. You had a funny idea. Why not cut the power temporary and he has to come find you?! You thought. It helped that you took that life skills class back in uni where in case of a fire and you need to cut the power temporarily in case it spreads and causes several other fires. You used your phone's torch to find the power box. You found it! You messed about with the wires, it would be cut for just over an hour. You decided it would be quite funny to tease him as well, especially since he's had you flustered all day.

You: Daddy, I'm getting bored.

Simon: Seen, 9:34 pm

You: Daddy, if you're not here by 9:40 pm, it's off.

You: Daddy, I need you now!

Simon: Seen, 9:35 pm.

You: Oh well, I guess I've just gotta finish this by myself then.

Simon: Seen, 9:35 pm.

Just then, the apartment door swung open. You hear a clicking of a light switch. "Y/N! Where the fuck are you?!" You hear him call. Quickly, you ran out of the kitchen, where the power box was and ran into the living room. "Y/N is that you." You heard him call. You couldn't hold back your laughter. "Y/N, this isn't funny!" You hear him shout. "Come find me then!" You call out. You could hear him sigh. "When I catch you, you'll be sorry baby girl." He shouts. You both laugh. You hear his huge feet running, so instinctively you start running. You ran into his ensuite, closed the door and hid behind the shower curtain. "Y/N?!" You could faintly hear him call. "Y/N?! Come on, I give up." You could hear him call, a little louder than before. You could help but laugh. All of a sudden, the door creaked open. Shit. He's found me. You thought. "Baby girl, I know you're in here." He chuckles. You peered out of the curtain. You could see him looking everywhere, then he turned around to the shower. You quickly shut the curtain and held your hand over your mouth. "Found you baby girl!" He said, opening the curtain. He lifts you out of the shower, and places you over his shoulder, like a fireman. "You've been a bad girl." He says and smacks your bum. He's surprisingly strong, you thought to yourself. You both reach the bed and he gently places you down. "So beautiful!" He mumbled through the sloppy wet kisses. Suddenly, he stops. You whimper at the loss of contact. You sit up to see him sat at the edge of the bed, his face in his hands. "What's up?" You ask, curiously. Just then, he picks you up and places you on his lap, you're bum facing up. "I tricked you. Now it's time for your punishment!" He said, unzipping your dress. He places his hand on your bum and massages the cheeks. "Baby girl, I need you to count. Are you ready?" He growled. He slapped your bum cheeks. "Fuck me!" You moaned out. "I don't hear you counting!" He growled. "One." You said. He slapped you again. "Two!" You yelled out. He slapped you again. "Three!" You said. "Aww baby girl, is this too much?" He asked. "No daddy, I've been a bad girl." You whimper from the loss of contact. "I've had enough baby girl, you just look so hot I can't keep my eyes off of you." He growled. You got up from his lap and pushed his chest down, onto the bed. "I'm in control now daddy. If you make a sound, you don't get to touch me." You said, taking off his belt. You tied it round his hands and tied him to the bedpost. As you come back down from the bedpost, you meet your lips with his. You straddled his waist and trailed kissed down his jaw and down the nape of his neck. "Ugh baby girl, please let me touch you." He moans. "Take your shirt off first and I might consider it, oh wait, you can't." You laugh. You unbutton his white shirt, making sure to go extra slow. Once his shirt was undone, you kiss down his chest, down to his pants. "Baby girl stop teasing! I need you!" He moans. You pulled down his pants and boxers down and his erection sprung free. "Please baby girl, I'm begging you." He mumbled. You stood back up and let your dress pool at your legs. His eyes dart straight to your breasts, as you aren't wearing a bra. "My eyes are up here sweetie." You comment. He smirks. "What's so funny?" You comment. "Nothing baby girl." He chuckled. "Good. Well I'm going to untie you now, I would like you to take my panties down with nothing but your mouth." You chuckle. You saw his face lit up. You unbuckled his belt to free him and his hands immediately latch on to your hips, pulling you down underneath him. He trails kisses down your chest to your panties, bites down on them and pulls them down. "My god you are soaking wet for me baby girl!" He mumbled as he licked a strip down your sweet pussy. "So sweet baby girl, shame I have to replace this by my hard dick. But first protection." He laughs. He rolls over to the bedside table and finds the silver packet and rips it open with his mouth and rolls it on. He quickly lines you both up and fills you up. "Fuck baby girl, you're so tight!" He moans in your ear. He gives you a second to adjust. He thrusts into you, wet skin slapping. "You're. So. Fucking. Beautiful." He moans through thrusts. Your fingernails rake up and down his back. You quickly reach your high. "I'm close Daddy!" You moan. "Same here baby girl." He moaned back. With a few more thrusts, you both reached your high and he fell beside you in a hot, sweaty mess. "That was amazing!" You both said, simultaneously. You both laughed and in no time, you were both fast asleep.

You woke up to the sound of JJ "Simon and Y/N fucked! Simon and Y/N fucked!" He sang. You turn to your side, Simon was nowhere to be seen. Just then, the ensuite door opened and out came Simon in just a towel. "Morning beautiful, sleep well?!" He chirped. You nodded. He turned around to go in the walk in wardrobe. "Simon! Your back?!" You shout. "Looks like I did a good job then." He smirked. "You can use the shower if you want." He said. He carried on walking into the wardrobe. You went into the bathroom and you were quickly hit with his cologne. You turn the shower on to a nice temperature and jumped in. Luckily, there was a spare set of toiletries for women in it. You quickly washed your hair and body. You turned the shower off and headed out. You used the spare towel and dried your body and hair with it, then you wrapped it round your body. You came back into the bedroom. "I definitely made my mark." He laughs, insinuating your neck. "Same goes for you, Minter." You laugh. "Here, put these on so we can go get breakfast." He throws you a Sidemen t-shirt and some shorts. The clothes were clearly too big for you but you'd have to make do with what you had. As soon as you put them on, you could feel his eyes on you. "Gorgeous." He mumbled. "I know we haven't like, you know? Got to know you? But I would really like to? And I would like you to be my girlfriend Y/N?" He asked, rubbing his hand at the back of his neck. "Yes, I would Simon!" You said. His face lit up "well we need to get breakfast quick otherwise the guys will get suspicious." and with that, he quickly took your hand and down you went for breakfast.

"'I'm close Daddy'" JJ said, as you both entered the room. "Same here baby girl," Harry responded. The rest of the boys laughed. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks. "You lot came back early?!" Simon asked, surprised. "By early, do you mean half past 1 in the morning?" Tobi laughed. "Nah for real Simon, we're happy for you both," Josh said.

/-/-/ Final Note From Me /-/-/

Hi, I know I haven’t written imagines in awhile - it’as ‘cause i’ve been super busy and had a really dry sprout of inspiration. In the future, i’ll defo write more if people want :) <3.

~Beth <3

oh my spidey (or: i review homecoming)

I'm prefacing this by starting out with my point that I personally think Spider-Man is the best embodiment of a superhero, who is so in tune and adaptive to his surroundings. His home is New York City. It makes sense. And, in Homecoming, it makes Peter who he is... Let's dive in :P

-Homecoming is such a fitting title ^-^ Really felt like a return to the original comics and character and arcs, while finally (FINALLY) having the proper studio that can integrate him into the greater MCU. However, ALL THE WHILE, might I add, it was modernized very nicely! So it's a homecoming to a universe where they can play with the characters and still have them adapt and not be ooc at all

-So Homecoming was enjoyable and amazing, right off the bat! Humour was there! Accuracy and representation was there! & I've followed Tom Holland's career for years, and imo he is the best Spidey to date; love that dude :') Age, temperament, ambitions, humour, code of honour, particular stage in his life. All done very well, kudos to that!

-Michael Keaton was ballin. That plot twist literally had me gasp & mouth stay open for a full minute. He BROUGHT it, man. That way he played the drop-off scene in the car??? CHILLS. The subtle ways he acted out his character, his nuanced and complicated moral code, his ability to bring forth a character that's only very recently starting to be explored as important in the MCU. Infinite kudos to that!

-Possibly the most accurate, organic, and unforced representations of high school, students, and teachers I've seen????

-The way they explored Spidey's relationships! Both in and out of the suit! They showed us his relationship with his neighbourhood!!!!! THEY SHOWED US THAT THAT WAS MOST IMPORTANT TO HIM IN THE END!!!!!!!!!

-Going back to Civil War, but consistently Peter's decisions ALL have that end goal of having great responsibility with his great power. He summed it up very well in that film, but continues to exhibit it through his actions in Homecoming. He explicitly states how he doesn't want to kill - so essential to his canon, since the very beginning!!!

-The emotionality and vulnerability Peter is allowed to show in this film is spectacular. He's not some late-twenty-something playing a teenager with revved up angst amidst locker door slams, he is a boy with quirky grins and selfies and then, on the other end of the spectrum, extremely introspective moments that prove his heroism

-I teared up at the "You're Peter, you're Spider-man" scene and results thereafter. I AM NOT. ASHAMED.

-THIS ALL BEING SAID obviously there were flaws and aspects of the previous two franchises I enjoyed more! Off the top of my head: that infamous kiss in the first Toby one (call me cheesy, I'm a traditionalist), quite a few of Andrew's scenes as well - helping the child from the car, taking off the mask for Gwen's dad, the redemption of Flash, etc.

-Sometimes I found the plot a bit .. not redundant, but certainly a frustrating flashback to how it feels to be treated as a teenager. Nobody listens to you, nobody lets you know what's going on and then it's your fault if plans are messed up, and that is reflected in the film. Also, the movie was quite a decent length!! I've seen people gripe about how some parts lagged or didn't make sense due to lack of plot advancement, etc. but tbh I thought every scene had a purpose. Those ones that seemed more pointless, for me, really helped shape what Peter was living and what he wants to protect - or what he'd have to give up if he progresses as a hero, which is initially his dream. So it wasn't that distracting for me honestly!

-Side note: found it parts refreshing, yet parts confusing why they didn't focus on Peter's origin story at all. It was barely mentioned, Uncle Ben wasn't really alluded to at all (apart from a vague "you know what Aunt May's been through")... are they gonna touch upon this?? I'm super curious to see how Marvel will handle this now that they have Spidey back, I really hope they touch upon it someday!?

-But all in all! Very amazing film!!!!! These are just some of my sloppy thoughts jotted down haha like I am SO DOWN to talk about it with other people so, like , hmu :P Share what you thought! I wanna know! :D

(i have no idea if this is gonna show up in the tag but!!! worth a try)

at this point i have three children planned, two being resurrected from the dead and one new-ish (i say ish because she’s a frankenstein’s monster nightmare child combo of several dead characters)

toby (25) is a radio show host, along with his boyfriend crush co-host jasper. he’s very reserved, a little uptight and really nervous all the time. a lot of that is because he’s currently grieving the loss of his sister, but also a lot of that is just like … lifelong anxiety issues. but underneath all of that is a kind of dark sense of humour and a really kind soul. he’s a denver native, born and raised. wants: a bunch of kids he grew up in church with who now have dinner once a fortnight to catch up and look after each other, also maybe his asshole ex who left him super gun-shy about dating again.

arlo (25) is an artist (mainly painter and sculptor) and zine-maker. they and their two (two, right guys??) older siblings are denver natives, although they were born in ethiopia before being adopted. they’re very quiet, fiercely opinionated, super sensitive and quite impulsive … so just kind of a mess. they’re also denying/not working through the fact that they’re non-binary (they’re publicly perceived to be a man). they’re married and that’s a shitshow too (wanna make him? come talk 2 me), mostly because they’re doing their very best to ruin everything because they don’t think they deserve love lmao. wants: their husband, obvs, but also some art friends? maybe a collective who share a studio space? hmu

len (33) is a waitress/whatever work she can scrape together to keep going. she’s tough, no-nonsense, angry af - all hiding a tiny heart nearly at its breaking point. she’s the guardian/mom to her younger siblings, who range from 12 to 30 (she swears the older ones need more parenting than the babies). they live with the poverty line as a really nice goal they could maybe one day reach. she plays derby with her extremely limited free time, because it’s a better way to blow off steam than getting high. wants: her siblings, obviously, come talk to me. also some kind of epicly angsty girlfriend plot would be amazing.

come talk to me about these and any other things!!! i’m not here a lot but my discord is starboy#4684