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sanctus-ingenium · 9 months

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we need to talk about Inprnt.com

Following a really good post with more screenshots and evidence by @dynasoar5 i'm going to talk about my own experiences with @inprnt and why I am about to put my shop on indefinite hiatus from Monday the 14th of August.

First of all I'll say that since starting my print shop last year it has been a significant help to me financially - I was able to not worry about affording car insurance or motor tax (together commonly over a thousand euro) when I bought my first car, for example. I am immeasurably grateful to anyone who chose to buy one and I treasure all the pictures I've been sent of my prints hanging up on people's walls. Right now they are displayed in a real (if small) art exhibition in my home town.

(top right print is not from inprnt though)

They're great prints. Never had any complaints about them. But here's what's going on behind the scenes.

Earlier this year, around March or April, Inprnt sales started increasing in regularity. I'd made as much as $600 a week during previous sales when I made proper promo posts here, but with this increase in regularity, I felt that I couldn't make promo posts every single week. And then one day, I'm not sure when tbh, the sale just never ended. It just didn't stop having that "Ending soon! 15% off your order" banner at the top of the site. Right now it says "Final Hours: $5 Worldwide shipping and save up to 35% off your order!" and not even for a second do I believe in this final hours bullshit. It's been 'final hours' for weeks now. Months, even.

Why is this a problem? Well, how tf am I meant to make a promo post for a sale that is always "ending soon!!" and then never ends. One week it'll say "this weekend only!!" and then when the weekend is over, the sale banner just changes its wording and the sale doesn't end. I can't promo this, it makes me look like a liar and a skeevy salesman by association! It makes the site look like it's 1 week from crashing and burning, and the site owners are just scrabbling to suck as much money from artists as possible before they drown.

And they are sucking money from us. To peel back the curtain, Inprnt money can only be transferred to my paypal account 30 days after the sale is made, just in case the order is cancelled and refunded. This means I used to make one withdrawal every couple of months, when there was enough build-up of money to make it worthwhile. It also forbids withdrawing any sum under $50 btw. I would make a withdrawal request and then, after a 10 business day wait, it would reach my Paypal account.

Not anymore! The past few withdrawals have taken over a month to complete. They are straight up keeping my earnings from me for longer the agreed period. This was my last fulfilled withdrawal:

Note the date.

Almost two months.

And here is the latest withdrawal request that still has not been fulfilled.

It's coming up on 1 month and if the pattern continues, it could literally be November or December by the time I fully clear all sales.

So what's going to happen to my print shop? Because my art is currently being exhibited with a QR code linking to the shop, I can't close the shop this week. Instead I will close it on Monday the 14th of August, next week. That means that on the 14th of September, I can withdraw all of the remaining money without having any left over. My account balance will go to 0 and stay there. Although I'll de-list my prints I will leave my account there, because at the end of the day I don't want to leave Inprnt. It still offers the best artist margins and as I'm now unemployed after graduating, the additional support is such a load off my mind. So this is a chance to wait and see - if they improve their services, I'll happily re-open.

It's a big deal to me because selling prints is sort of my ideal life as an artist. I never had the attention span or self-discipline for commission work and I found that it left me creatively stagnant. I always want to try new things, new concepts and ideas, and being able to think "yeah, people will like this as a print" while I experiment is honestly very reassuring. And I know that in going on hiatus, it'll break a lot of "buy a print" links in my circulating posts. Oh well lmao. If you want to buy a print right now - go ahead, it might be your last opportunity. Another way to support me would be to check out my ko-fi for once-off donations or some nice sketchbooks/comics/book samples you can buy, or subscribing to my Patreon.

As of right now, Inprnt owes me $381 (the unfulfilled request submitted above for $186.60 and my current standing balance of $194.80 which takes 30 days from each transaction to clear).

#it's so god damn insulting u know. even redbubble threw its shitty payouts directly into my paypal asap #inprnt

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koolades-world · 3 months

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hello ^^

was wondering if youd be able to write something about the demon brothers (and maybe diavolo too) with mc whos a little dumb? as in they forget a lot of stuff (what day it is, where they put something only a few seconds ago, etc) and dont know a lot of things even if its obvious. theyre also a bit gullible and fall for fake news or scams a lot. basically a bimbo/himbo type of mc.

hi!! yeah sure thing!

actually went to google if there was a gender neutral version of bimbo himbo and apparently there actually is

presenting: thembo! haha I love this term

enjoy :)

Thembo/Himbo/Bimbo Mc

Lucifer

very protective of you

can't help but internally smile whenever you forget your train of thought or asks him what today's date is for the third time

if there's an unreliable news source that keeps finding it's way into your hands he sees personally that they mysteriously goes out of business

gotten surprisingly good at finding things you lost, like he'll just move one thing out of the way and what you're looking for will be there (big mom energy here)

Mammon

he's a himbo himself tbh

you're cut from the same cloth so you can be silly together

100% both of you will ask each other the time, check your D.D.D., and only leave that situation with what percent it's at so you have to check again and still don't have the time

you match each other's energy so well it's meant to be

Levi

he's not quite sure how to feel at first

he gets overwhelmed by the amount of questions you ask, but once you start asking questions about his games, you're instantly close

he doesn't mind repeating himself since you actually care about him

sometimes he forgets everything besides gaming so he gets it

Satan

if Mammon is your birds of a feather flock together, he's your opposite attract moment, even better than Lucifer

he always makes sure to let you know if something you've heard is fake or not and always makes it a lesson even though despite you listening, never seems to stick but that's ok he still loves you

however he loves how you embrace all of the things he loves even if you don't fully get it, like all the more complicated books he reads for fun

it's alright he has enough brains for the both of you lol

Asmo

sometimes he's very himbo so he has solutions to your problems

gives you a cute little invisible ink pen that activates when you stand or sit in spots you're in a lot to write on your arm with since regular ink isn't cute (solomon made it <3)

always asks you if you have everything before you leave the house with a checklist, and when you got home

please make sure to thank him!!

Beel

he also has the same oblivious nature, but he's more dense while you're more airhead

if you put your heads together (and with a little help from belphie) you can usually figure it out

will help you look for your D.D.D. while the both of you use the flashlight on your D.D.D.

ultimate duo fr

Belphie

he thinks you're so silly but tries to keep any playfully mean comments to a minimum

sometimes he can't help but poke fun at you but afterwards he always tells you he's sorry and tells you you're pretty

straight up puts tracking devices on important items that you handle everyday so that if you lose something, you can easily find it again, such as your toothbrush and textbooks

Diavolo

another sorta himbo, since he seems like he has no idea what he's doing but actually is very aware

if you lose something and really can't find it, no worries! he can just buy you a new one or have the Little D's search for it since they'll do anything to help you out

very understanding and sweet about it since he kinda gets it

the both of you can embrace this lifestyle together

#obey me #obey me!#obey me x reader #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me lucifer #obey me belphie #obey me diavolo #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me mc

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mostlysignssomeportents · 3 months

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Worker misclassification is a competition issue

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/02/02/upward-redistribution/#bedoya

The brains behind Trump's stolen Supreme Court have detailed plans: they didn't just scheme to pack the court with judges who weren't qualified for – or entitled to – a SCOTUS life-tenure, they also set up a series of cases for that radical court to hear.

Obviously, Dobbs was the big one, but it's only part of a whole procession of trumped-up cases designed to give the court a chance to overturn decades of settled law and create zones of impunity for America's oligarchs and the monopolies that provide them with wealth and power.

One of these cases is Jarkesy, a case designed to allow SCOTUS to euthanize every agency in the US government, stripping them of their powers to fight corporate crime:

https://www.americanprogress.org/article/sec-v-jarkesy-the-threat-to-congressional-and-agency-authority/

The argument goes, "Congress had the power to spell out every possible problem an agency might deal with and to create a list of everything they were allowed to do about these problems. If they didn't, then the agency isn't allowed to act."

This is an Objectively Very Stupid argument, and it takes a heroic act of motivated reasoning to buy it. The whole point of expert agencies is that they're experts and that they might discover new problems in American life, and come up with productive ways of fixing them. If the only way for an agency to address a problem is to wait for Congress to notice it and pass a law about it, then we don't even need agencies – Congress can just be the regulator, as well as the lawmaker.

If there was any doubt that Congress created the agencies as flexible and adaptive hedges against new threats and problems, then the legislative history of the FTC Act should dispel it.

Congress created the FTC through the FTCA because the courts kept misinterpreting its existing antitrust laws, like the Sherman Act. Companies would engage in the most obvious acts of naked, catastrophic fuckery, and judges would say, "Welp, because Congress didn't specifically ban this conduct, I guess it's OK."

So Congress created the FTC with an Act that included a broad authority to investigate and punish "unfair methods of competition." They didn't spell these out – instead, they explicitly said (in Section 5) that it was the FTC's job to determine whether something was unfair, and to act on it:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/01/10/the-courage-to-govern/#whos-in-charge

The job of the FTC is to investigate unfair conduct before it becomes such a problem that Congress takes action, and to head that conduct off so that it never rises to the level of needing Congressional intervention.

Now, it's true that since the Reagan years, the FTC has grown progressively less interested in using this power, but that's broadly true of all of America's corporate watchdogs. But as the public all over the world has grown ever more furious about corporate abuses and oligarchic wealth, governments everywhere have rediscovered their role as a public protector.

In America, the Biden administration altered the course of history with the appointment of new enforcers in the key anti-monopoly agencies: the FTC and the DOJ's antitrust division. But more importantly, the Biden admin created a detailed, technical plan to use every agency's powers to fight monopoly, in a "whole of government" approach:

https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2021/08/party-its-1979-og-antitrust-back-baby

Now, this can give rise to seeming redundancies. Take labor issues. The NLRB is a (potentially) powerful regulator that had been in a coma for decades, but has awoken and taken up labor rights with a fervor and cunning that is a delight to behold:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/09/06/goons-ginks-and-company-finks/#if-blood-be-the-price-of-your-cursed-wealth

At the same time, the FTC has also taken up labor rights, using its much broader powers to do things like ban noncompetes nationwide, unshackling workers from bosses who claim the right to veto who else they can work for:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/02/02/its-the-economy-stupid/#neofeudal

But the NLRB doesn't make the FTC redundant, or vice-versa. The NLRB's role is principally reactive, punishing wrongdoing after it occurs. But the FTC has the power to intervene in incipient harms, labor abuses that have not yet risen to the level of NLRB enforcement or new acts of Congress.

This case is made beautifully in Alvaro Bedoya's speech "'Overawed': Worker Misclassification as a Potential Unfair Method of Competition," delivered to the Law Leaders Global Summit in Miami today:

https://www.ftc.gov/system/files/ftc_gov/pdf/Overawed-Speech-02-02-2024.pdf

Bedoya describes why the FTC has turned its attention to the problem of "worker misclassification," in which employees are falsely claimed to be contractors, and thus deprived of the rights that workers are entitled to. Worker misclassification is rampant, and it transfers billions from workers to employers every year. As Bedoya says, 10-30% of employers engage in worker misclassification, allowing them to dodge payment for overtime, Social Security, workers' comp, unemployment insurance, healthcare, retirement and even a minimum wage. Each misclassified worker is between $6k-18k poorer thanks to this scam – a typical misclassified worker sees a one third decline in their earning power. And, of course, each misclassified worker's boss is $6k-$18k richer because of this scam.

It's not just wages, it's workplace safety. One of the most dangerous jobs in the country is construction worker, and worker misclassification is rampant in the sector. That means that construction workers are three times more likely than other workers to lack health insurance.

What's more, misclassified workers can't form unions, because their bosses' fiction treats them as independent contractors, not employees, which means that misclassified construction workers can't join trade unions and demand health-care, or safer workplaces.

Contrast this with, say, cops, who have powerful "unions" that afford them gold-plated health care and lavish compensation, even for imaginary ailments like "contact overdoses" from touching fentanyl – a medical impossibility that still entitles our nation's armed bureaucrats to handsome public compensation:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/01/27/extraordinary-popular-delusions/#onshore-havana-syndrome

Cops have far safer jobs than construction workers, but cops don't get misclassified, so they are able to collect benefits that no other worker – public or private – can hope for.

Not every employer wants to cheat and maim their employees, of course. In Bedoya's speech, he references Sandie Domando, an executive VP at a construction company in Palm Beach Gardens. Domando's company keeps its employees on its books, giving them health-care and other benefits. But when she started bidding against rival firms for jobs funded by the covid stimulus, she couldn't compete – two thirds of those jobs went to other firms that were able to put in cheaper bids. Those bids were cheaper because they were defrauding their workers by misclassifying them. Thus, publicly funded projects were overwhelmingly handed over to fraudulent companies. Fraud becomes a fitness-factor for winning jobs. It's a market for lemons – among employers.

Employee misclassification is a pure transfer from workers to bosses. Bedoya recounts the story of Samuel Talavera, Jr, a short-haul trucker who worked for decades in the Port of Los Angeles. For decades, his job paid well: enough to support his family and even take his kids to Disneyland now and again.

But in 2010, his employer reclassified him as a contractor. They ordered him to buy a new truck – which they financed on a lease-purchase basis – and put him to work for 16 hours stretches in shifts lasting as much as 20 hours per day. Talavera couldn't pick his own hours or pick his routes, but he was still treated as an independent contractor for payroll and labor protection purposes.

This lead to an terrible decline in Talavera's working conditions. He gave up going home between shifts, sleeping in his cab instead. His pay dropped through the floor, thanks to junk-fees that relied on the fiction that he was a contractor. For example, his boss started to charge him rent on the space his truck took up while he was standing by for a job at the port. Other truckers at the port saw paycheck deductions for the toilet-paper in the bathrooms!

Talavera's take-home pay dropped so low that he was bringing home a weekly wage of $112 or $33 (one week, his pay amounted to $0.67). His wife had to work three jobs, and they still had to declare bankruptcy to avoid losing their home. When Talavera's truck needed repairs he couldn't afford, his boss fired him and took back the truck, and Talavera was out the $78,000 he'd paid into it on the lease-purchase plan.

This story – and the many, many others like it from the Port of LA – paint a clear picture of the transfer of wealth from workers to their bosses that comes with worker misclassification. The work that Talavera did in the Port of LA didn't get less valuable when he was misclassified – but the share of that value that Talavera received dropped to as little as $0.67/week.

Worker misclassification is rampant across many sectors, but its handmaiden is technology. The fiction of independence is much easier to maintain when the fine-grained employer-employee control is mediated by an app (think of Uber):

https://pluralistic.net/2023/04/12/algorithmic-wage-discrimination/#fishers-of-men

That's why those scare-stories that AI trucks were going to make truckers obsolete and create an employment crisis were such toxic nonsense. Not only are we unlikely to see self-driving trucks, but the same investors that back AI technology are making bank on companies that practice worker misclassification through the "it's not a crime if we do it with an app" gambit:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/01/11/robots-stole-my-jerb/#computer-says-no

By focusing our attention on a hypothetical employment crisis that will supposedly be caused by future AI developments, tech investors can distract us from the real employment crisis that's created by app-enabled worker misclassification, which is also the source of much of the capital they're plowing into AI.

That's why the FTC's work on misclassification is so urgent. Misclassification is a scam that hurts workers and creates oligarchic power – and it's also a mass-extinction event for good companies that don't cheat their workers, because those honest companies can't compete.

Worker misclassification is having a long-overdue and much needed moment. The revolutionary overthrow of the rotten old leadership at the Teamsters was caused, in part, by a radical wing that promised to focus the Teamsters' firepower on fighting worker misclassification:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/11/19/hoffa-jr-defeated/#teamsters-for-a-democratic-union

This has become a focus of labor organizers all around the world, as worker misclassification-via-smartphone has infected labor markets everywhere:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/09/22/kropotkin-graeber/#an-injury-to-one

Bedoya's speech is a banger, and it reminds us that labor rights and anti-monopoly have always been part of the same project: to rein in corporate power and protect workers from the insatiable greed of the capital class:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/04/14/aiming-at-dollars/#not-men

#pluralistic #automation panic #automation #scotus #market for lemons #worker misclassification #ftc #competition #antitrust #trustbusting #ftc act #ftc 5 #unions #labor #jarksey #alvaro bedoya #nlrb #whole of government

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ksyongi · 1 year

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pairing: seventeen!hhu x fem!reader

genre: suggestive, fluff, smut, kissy kissy romance

warnings: smut, cursing, kissing, pet names, mentions of other members

wc approx: 1,750

minors DNI

m.list

req: "can you do one where they get very touchy and want to do more than make out but you prank them into playfully not being interested atm and move around a lot and they follow you around bc they know you are faking it and can’t resist it." @kookluvsu

an: decided to play around with this req!!! i took forever to finish this, sorry for the long wait!

seungcheol: you know he wants it by the way he was looking at you since you arrived. the only problem was that he couldn't have you there and then since you were in the practice room with the rest of the members. the way you were using his sweater and how its so big on you made him have to calm himself down. what a great time to trigger his size kink. so he did not waste a second of their break. he pulled you into one of the storage closets, no security cameras in sight. "finally can have you to myself." his eyelids flutter shut, capturing your lips in a kiss. he was so desperate that he was kissing you with such force and neediness. you knew you didn't have much time to even do a quickie before the guys come around to find you. seungcheol's hands were already fiddling with the hem of the sweater you had on before you had to push them off. you raise an eyebrow at him, "let's not do this alright love?" he opens his mouth to interrupt, knowing damn well you want this as much as him. "but-" "no, no but's." his lips form a pout, he swears if he places his fingers on your wet heat, you'd be soaked. fine. he'll play your stupid game. he dragged himself back to the practice room, untucking his shirt to cover the visible tent in his pants. you could see the hidden pain in his face, trying to keep his expression neutral. you giggled to yourself, ignoring the look he shot you. you could say you were surprised when they cut short the practice because the instructor had to run off somewhere..so sudden after seungcheol had a word with him..weird. you honestly wanted to have more fun with seungcheol, but you had to be thanking your lucky stars that he hasn't snapped yet. in honest fact, him possibly bribing the instructor was one of the things that you expected him to do. he was all back to normal now, seeing him wave to his members as you were leaving. so how could you not have expected him to recline his chair back, and go into the back seats of his car, that he re-parked at a hidden corner in the carpark. "come here sweetheart, you asked for it." he mumbled, tearing your brand new lingerie off you. "that was a new one.." you gasp, holding the piece of fabric in your hands, "i can buy you a new one. would you hurry up? i'm getting fucking impatient now."

wonwoo: one arm on the gear stick, the other one on your thigh. he was pulling you close but the middle console was preventing him from doing so. his lips were planted on yours. you could feel his hot breath on yours, the car getting warmer and the windows started to fog up. his tongue swiped on your bottom lip and you instantly granted him access. suddenly your phone started ringing. you could hear a small whine come from him. you pulled away, far enough so he cannot chase your lips anymore. you look at the contact lit up on your screen. you'd usually ignore calls outside of work but just to tease wonwoo, you decided to answer it, especially because its his friend. “hey josh! what’s up?” joshua’s words become a blur when wonwoo’s hand started moving towards your clothed entrance. “josh, could you give me a sec? i gotta do something real quick.” you don’t wait for him to respond before muting your side of the call. “control yourself woo.” “why would i when my girlfriend has dressed up so pretty for me? so pretty for me to ruin?” he whispers. you could feel your undergarments get soaked and your pussy start to throb. you simply just continue the call with joshua after no more words had to be said. wonwoo pressed two fingers on the wet material, making a small moan come from you. "hey, you okay?" joshua asked, voiced full of concern. "yeah, just not feeling well..fuck..." you glare at wonwoo to be met with a pair of innocent doe eyes. you roll your eyes at him, and you're met with a harsh slap to your clit, one that makes you have to suppress a moan. "watch it brat." wonwoo grits. you brush him off and continue the call with joshua. wonwoo hooks his fingers around the band of your lace underwear, pushing it aside and inserting two fingers into your wet entrance. a really sinful sounding moan arose when he started pumping his two digits in you. "yeah...i think you should get some rest y/n, i'll talk to you tomorrow." you knew for a fact joshua was red on the other side of the line. "yeah will do josh, bye." and with that you end the call and drop your phone. "fuck woo.." "gosh..that took forever" he dramatically sighs, putting his chin on his free hand and increasing the speed of the other one in you. he watched you chase your release with an amused smile. "y-you better apologize to josh tomorrow. you manage to choke out. he clicks his tongue, "we'll see about that."

mingyu: making two cups of noodles? no. making out while the boiled water slowly turns cold? yes. you'd also decided to take the chance to prank mingyu, something stupid jeonghan asked you to do at your previous gathering, be uninterested. but the way his crotch was rubbing on your pants made it 100x harder. mingyu took your bottom lip and started sucking on it at the slightest made you let out a soft moan. your hands grabbing his pecks to stabilize yourself. his hands started to fiddle with the fabric of your shirt, you knew damn well where this was leading to. you're pulled apart by the low grumble from mingyu's stomach. you shake your head, "you idiot. lets eat." he shakes his head furiously, "no i'll be fine, we can eat after." thats where your prank is perfectly laid out. "no gyu, control yourself." he sulks and puts on the biggest pout he could. you'd kiss it away usually but for the sake of the prank, you cant. you can see his shoulders slump as he re-boils the water, then turning around in a huff and looking at you with the most pleading eyes ever. you feel the guilt pang in your chest but you shake your head and walk away, just getting as far as possible before you give in. you hear feet shuffle behind you and you're met with the sight of your boyfriend looking all like a sad puppy. you put a finger on his chest and push him away, "just cook the ramen gyu. the faster you do it, the faster we can do whatever we want." his eyes light up at the thought and he's shuffling back to the kitchen. of course you want to prank your boyfriend further and play dumb. you're done with the meal and mingyu finished even faster of course. so now he's giving you that look ; the look when he is horny and wants to just rail you. mingyu knows you want it too. you're just playing one of your stupid tricks. mingyu's next move surprises you. he hovers over you, his head dipping so his mouth is at the shell of your ear. "i know you want me to just take you here on the couch right now. how about you be a good girl and stop this act of yours right now. i'll be nice to you and fuck you well and rough if you listen." and with that, you're pushing him back down, hands finding his hair as his find your hips. you press your lips against his, not wasting any more time. "who gave you this idea princess?" he asks between breathers. "jeonghan," you quickly respond before going back to kiss him. his eyes roll at your response. he'd have to have a word with jeonghan afterwards.

vernon: he was stuck in the study the whole day. and it was getting on your nerves. you didn't expect him to come out anytime sooner so you decided to get some sort of entertainment by pranking him and getting him needy at the same time. killing two birds with one stone. the door was tilted slightly and he could be seen sitting at the desk, computer in front of him and headphones plugged in. his eyes darted to the door the second you pushed it open. "hey babe," he smiles, tilting his laptop screen down. "all done for today?" you place your hands on the table, leaning forward puckering your lips asking for a kiss, which he complies with, giving you a short sweet peck. "almost, just need to add in some final touches." you smile at his answer, happy to finally have him to yourself soon. the prank almost slipped your mind. you slide yourself into his lap, his hands automatically resting on your hips. you grabbed his shirt, pulling him in, you could feel him get hard underneath you. he pulled you close, his hands shifted to grope your ass, a groan arose from your throat snapping you out of your trance. "well, better finish that piece you're working on, don't wanna disturb you." lifting yourself off him, his hands stay on your waist. vernon is not usually vocal, so he had a confused frown on his face. you quickly flee, leaving a flustered vernon behind you. well you had to compose yourself but he didn't give you much time before trudging out of the room, his eyes scanning all the rooms for you. his eyes landed on yours, he dragged his feet towards you, his expression not wavering since you last saw him. he pulled your sweater, acting all clingy all of a sudden, "don't you have to finish that piece you've been working on this whole afternoon?" you sigh, hands refusing to touch him before you just jump at him. "well it's fine, i can finish it some other time." his voice slightly suggesting something you both know damn well what it was. "you sure bout' that?" you tease, eyes never moving. "because you seemed like you wanted to finish it and-" vernon cuts you off, "just kiss me already...please." he whispers. you're taken aback, but you instantly let your body melt against his.

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oracle-of-dream · 2 months

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Can't Help It

Minors DNI

Summary: Your boyfriend, Eunchan, loves every ounce of you. So much that when he looks at you his entire world stops and he can't help but lose himself in looking at you. Then his mind starts to wander about all the things you could do to him...

Warnings: Male reader, Eunchan w/ huge cock, multiple orgasms, public sex, caught having sex, soft dom Eunchan, Eunchan is unbelievably horny

Wordcount: 1.2k

Eunchan has always been your number one support in everything you do. No matter what you did, what you wore, or how you looked; Eunchan would tell you that you were the most beautiful person he’d ever seen. Sometimes to the point, it would cause problems… Eunchan is a tall man, very athletic, and very healthy. So, it's understandable he’s got more of a drive than some people. But Eunchan would get hot and bothered with almost anything involving you. It would make it impossible for him to focus on doing anything else other than satisfying himself. To the point that Eunchan wouldn’t care about the situation at hand, even in public, he’d whip it and beg for you to help him.

Recently you went to the mall with him to buy new clothes for the two of you. Eunchan wasn’t completely fashion blind, but he still couldn’t dress himself enough to satisfy you. He always trusts your judgment, so he’d wear anything you gave him.

You held up a few shirts to his body. “Hold these, please,” you said as you went to find more clothes. You brought over a few pairs of pants and shoes too, “Dressing room. Now.”

Eunchan followed you to the dressing room and changed into different outfits as you requested, never complaining. Your tall Ken doll was so cute in a white sweatshirt with blue denim overalls. You’d finally found something that worked, now to find something for yourself to match with him.

You stepped into your dressing room and started changing. You just took off your pants when you heard a knock on the door and saw a pair of shoes outside.

“Yes?” You called.

“Baby… I wanna see,” Eunchan responded.

“I’m not wearing the outfit yet.”

There was a small pause. “I know…” Eunchan’s feet were poking under the door as he lifted himself to look over it, peeking in at you. “I just want to see you. It’s a bit of an emergency.”

You groaned, “now, babe? You can’t be serious.” You opened the door a crack and Eunchan squeezed into the small space.

“I’m sorry, I know you said not to but I couldn’t help but think about you getting undressed in here, and one thing led to another,” Eunchan explained as he shifted awkwardly in his overalls with a massive bulge that fought against the fabric.

“Eunchan, this is really not a good time! Can’t you hold it?”

He shook his head, his eyes were distant. He wasn’t even really listening anymore. He chose to sit on the bench in the room and slip the overalls low enough to free himself, rubbing himself as he stared at you.

“Eunchan! Please!” You begged.

“Y/n, I need you. I can’t go walking around the mall like this– people will think I’m sort of a freak.”

You knew Eunchan was going to start getting more desperate the longer you forced him to wait. Rolling your eyes, you lock the dressing room and give your boyfriend the attention he needs. Touching his bulge earns a guttural moan from his pink lips.

“Quiet place. No one can know what we’re doing, so keep it in,” you commanded.

Eunchan whined and squirmed as you freed his cock from its fabric prison, already dripping with pre-cum. He was sensitive to your touch, flinching and breathing sharply every time you even grazed him.

You needed two hands to handle him. Eunchan’s cock was a disgusting ten inches, which according to him wasn’t very big in his hands. You know all his weak spots, and since time is of the essence you abuse every single one. Squeezing the shaft as you stroke him and licking his massive tip to make him crack.

He begged for release, “Please, I need to cum. I wanna cum so bad.”

He was getting more into it as you gave him the pleasure he wanted; bucking into your hand and started covering his mouth with his hand to try not to make more noise, but one particularly loud groan slipped out.

“Fuck, fuck, you’re so amazing. I love you. It’s good, so great! Please, I–” He suddenly started cumming and gave no warning to you as he shot ropes onto your face.

“Eunnie, you’re making a mess!” You cried as you wiped off any cum on your face.

“S-Sorry…” He moaned breathlessly, his head leaning against the wall with his eyes closed. The way his body moved and squirmed, you could tell that simple handjob you gave him wasn’t enough. Without directly saying it, he was begging for more from you.

You slid your underwear down, looking over at the door to make sure it was locked before climbing onto Eunchan’s lap. His hands automatically affixed themselves to your hips and lifted you. You lined his dick with your hole and Eunchan took care of moving you down slowly onto him.

Even though he was drinking in lust, he still made sure he wasn’t hurting you and giving you as much time as he could for you to accept him.

You were about halfway when you felt his legs start shaking, a sign that he was starting to lose the strength to hold it in. “Eunnie, please–” you placed your hands on his chest to stabilize yourself, “kiss me when you do it.”

His lips melted into yours as he happily pushed you further down, with more strength, trying to kiss you through the pain. As soon as you envelope him completely, you feel him shooting a load into you. His blissed-out expression and full-body convulsions confirmed the feeling. He was teary-eyed and his lips were more red than pink from kissing you.

“You’re so tight– I’m sorry– I wanted to hold it in…” He sobbed.

You lifted yourself but your legs gave out halfway, slamming you back down onto him. You felt the light behind your eyes light up as your body enjoyed the sensation of his cock pushing your guts. You could feel his cock was still hard, and twitching in you. Eunchan’s hands gripped your hips and lifted you again.

“You’ve already cum twice. How much more?” You asked.

He shook his head, “More, more, I need it more.” Eunchan slammed you down onto him again and started fucking you like a sex toy, lifting you to then slam you back down onto his cock. He was using you purely for his enjoyment and squeezed your curves wherever his hands found purchase.

The sound of skin slapping was rhythmic and loud, but you couldn’t hear it over the sound of your own moans. You’d tried to hold them in but lost control when Eunchan started moving you and fucked his cum back into you. Eunchan bit at your neck, giving you love bites, and sucked on your nipples.

By the end of it, you were a drooling and twitching mess. Eunchan seemed refreshed, full of smiles and nuzzles as he helped you off of him. He’d cum a total of 6 times, five of them being in you… It wasn’t long before you two were kicked not only from the store but from the mall entirely. Luckily no one called the police to arrest you for public indecency… And you didn’t get to buy Eunchan his outfit.

#oracle of dreams #kpop x male reader #kpop x male reader smut #tempest kpop #tempest #eunchan tempest #eunchan #tempest eunchan

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Red hood feet dangled off the roof. It had been a good day. Most of the winter supplies were passed out, the new homeless shelters just finished construction and people started moving in today, they were much but enough to keep the cold out and get food to those that needed it.

Hood leaned back on the roof. He had some more hats and coats that should go to the colony in the west, too stubborn to move into a building, but luckily not stupid enough to refuse help.

Now to start on his night tasks, a new drug was making the rounds. It left the user unresponsive, seizure, vomiting, then organs start failing. In all one dose will kill you in 6 about hours. Not fun, and definitely not allowed on his streets.

New dealer had been making his way into hoods territory, sailing to Anyone who gave them cash they needed to know who was ok to sell to and who they lose a hand for. the rumor that-

A small body crawled onto is lap, shaggy black hair and big sapphire blue eyes stared at him. The boy had to be around 3 or 4. And is far too comfortable sitting so close to the edge of a 5 story apartment building.

Jason carefully put his arms around the kid. the last thing Jason needed was a kid falling off a roof.

"My name is Danny Fenton I was born on Christmas Day, I don't know who my datty is and Mummy's gone away. All I want for Christmas is for someone to take me home. Does anyone want a Christmas child of their own."

"I'm not Santa kid."

"I know Santa for the rich kids, and I'm an orphan. It's ok though cuz Ally kids have you, and that's even better!" Danny cuddled closer to Jason. The poor kid must have been out for a while he was freezing to the youth and definitely needed something to warm up.

"Then I'll do the best I can." Jason carefully worked his way back onto the roof before standing and placing the kid on his hip, some what glad his helmet hid his teary eyes. "While I work on your Christmas wish how about some hot chocolate. I'll walk you back to the orphanage."

The kids smile put Dicks to shame. Jason would definitely need to buy some sungl-

No Bad Jason no adopting black hair blue eyed children with tragic backstorys. You are not Bruce.

"I get a wish and hot chocolate! Best day ever! Thanky Mr hood."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was early on Christmas morning when Jason gave in. Its been two weeks since he dropped Danny off in a orphanage that looked more suited for rats then children. the kid had never been far from his mind.

He keep his word and had been looking for a home for Danny, but everyone who could take him Jason always found a problem with.

Yesterday when he went shopping he wondered into the toy Isle and left with more then the gallon of milk he went for. The gust room was now equipped with 5 new plushies a night light and a galaxy themed blanket.

Getting up Jason dialed the phone. It was far to early for anyone with normal hours to be awake., but he needed to do this now before he talked himself out of it.

"Hay Alfie, would you mind calling the guy for me-"

I decided to write this instead of sleeping sooo for give any grammar errors. Also merry Christmas Eve!

Inspired by this song:

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#danny phantom/dc #dp x dc #danny fenton #jason todd #this was totally inspired by Christmas carol by Skip Ewing #is danny de aged or just reincarnated #thats up to you #Youtube

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SYNOPSIS: At your twenty five birthday, you decided to do a big party. The problem is, a noise complaint is made by the old couple of neighbors next to your house, that's when a young handsome cop appears at your door.

PAIRING: Rookie Cop¡Re2 Leon x chubby f¡reader

WORD COUNT:3.432k

WARNINGS: Smut! Switch¡Leon. Sitting on his face, explicit content and descriptions, smut with plot, cunnilingus, whiny Leon etc.

NOTES: PLEASE listen to "birthday sex" while reading, it sure brings a whole new experience to it. Sorry if this is a very hushed story, had a lot to do on it, and feels hushed for me :( anyways, enjoy. I'm not a chubby woman, but i tried to represent who is, sorry if i did any mistakes on it.

The twenties, the phase where everything is changing. Everything seems new, you’re discovering life again, meeting people, getting to know new things and the most important, your life is probably adjusting at this age, is where you will understand yourself, get some self recognition and finally know what you want to do for the rest of your life. So, to celebrate this important phase, the most common thing to do is a celebration, a birthday party! You, yourself, were not someone that goes often to parties or clubs, but completing twenty five years? It’s a deserved party that you’re going to have tonight. The first thing to do was shopping, and nothing better to do so with a friend, no?

You are currently with a friend in a local shop, looking for clothes appropriate for the occasion.The old lady that runs this shop is a cute one, and you know her since a kid. When you got there, she greeted you with a brilliant smile, her little eyes twinkled as she almost closed her eyes, the biggest smile just for you. The doorbell made your both presences noticeable to her, the place is well cared for, always giving you comfort as soon as you step inside. She keeps saying about you grown, the old lady behind the counter makes you want to bend over and give her a tight hug. Miss Evans was too old to keep working as she is now, but she just loves the shop, as anyone in the town, she can’t leave the place like this. And honestly, you just bought clothes from this gray haired old lady since a kid, you wouldn’t buy anywhere else.

When she’s done greeting you and your friend, you both go towards the dresses section.

Holding a tight red dress in your hands, you put it in front of your body looking at the mirror and just letting it escape a sigh in defeat. He’s too formal for this celebration. Either way, you’ve been a bit insecure about your body recently, you never were the skinny type of girl, and growing more and more chubby as the years passes by isn’t helping. You’re not obese, that’s for sure. But finding someone is way harder for you.

—”This one is too formal, I'm looking like a girl on her fifteenth birthday.” You sigh once again, looking away as if looking for another dress. Your friend was helping you in this task, a lot of other dresses you proved this day looking for the perfect one, hanging in her arms as she looks frustrated for not helping you.

—”No worry, we’re gonna find you something casual —but not that much— until the night comes.” The soothing words are more for her, than you. Panic all over you two. All you can hear is your friend slurping a milkshake in her hands, the dresses almost falling from her arms.

—”How about…this one? It’s not very casual, nor too formal.” You bat an eye on it. Eleonore is holding an ocean blue dress in her free hand, a bodycon one that is backless behind. Your whole expression changes with it, your lips parting slowly in shock.

Putting the one red dress back to its place, you take the ocean blue one from the hand of your friend. Putting in front of your body, you’re scared it won’t fit, because you’re simply amazed by it.

—”I’m going to prove this one.” Eleonore's face lights up, she nods with her head, already putting the others' dresses back on the original place as you head to the changeroom. Closing the curtains, you slip down your clothes, putting the dress up with caution.

It fits perfectly. Like it was made for you. You felt like Cinderella putting on the crystal tiny shoe, your whole face shining in joy. You look at the mirror in front of you, twirling slowly in your heels to give you a total view of it. It completely accentuated the curves of your body, your plumpy chest fitting nicely in the dress, he was a bit short, getting a bit above your knees, but that’s not a problem. You turn and look over your shoulder, seeing the backless part with a big grin. That’s exactly what you’ve been looking for, all those approximately 3 hours are compensated with this specific dress fitting you like a glove. Even with your insecurity still hitting on the back of your head, this dress makes you look amazing. Stepping out of the dressing room, you face Eleonore, waiting for you. Her lips curl up in a smile.

—”You look perfect, girl! You’re stunning, really. I…have no words.” She giggles, putting one hand in front of her lips, expressing how shocked she is.

—”I know, I don't even look like me.”

—”Stop! You’re looking like a queen!” Her compliments got you smiling like a silly, Eleonore was always worshiping you, she could kiss the floor you stepped on to prove how pretty she sees you are.

—”Thanks, Eleo. You’re the best.”

—”Only the best for you! Now…this dress is your final choice right?” You nod with your head.

Stepping out of the local shop with a bag in hand, you and your friend are exhaling happiness all over, giggling and talking about the party you’re having tonight.

Of course that Eleonore helped you to prepare things, all day with you in your help, baking the cake, preparing drink and doing the decoration, everything in blue tones that look like your dress. And the house is all decorated in blue, looking so pretty and delicate that it makes you melt. You start to feel a drip of sweat rolling down your forehead slowly as the day passes by, all day carrying things, making the invites and all was hard.

—”Thanks for the help, Eleo.” Your voice sounds deep, all because of the hard job you did all afternoon. A box in your hands, you thank your friend for the help before the party begins.

When the night comes by, the moonlight makes the decoration even more pretty under the dim light of your home. As people come in, you greet all your friends. Soon the place becomes claustrophobic, lots of friends and the heat of their bodies taking over your house. Not to mention you, a dark blue makeup, and the pretty dress adorning your body, you were like a queen just as Eleonore said.

—”Looking stunning tonight, [name]!” One of your other friends says as you pass by, your shoes clicking on the floor, making a soft sound. You wave at them, a giggle escaping from your lips. Every inch you pass by, you hear a compliment, it’s really feeding your ego now.

Later, the party needed a bit more of music, as you turn up the volume of your speakers, with a drink in hands, you’re dancing with your friends, the scents all mixed, people having fun, everything is turned to you tonight, everyone looking at you, complimenting you and greeting with a happy voice saying ‘happy birthday’. You feel like a total star tonight. And maybe, your fame was not well seen by other people, specifically, your old neighbors, who didn’t like the loud music and sounds so loud at night. You just notice when someone knocks at your door, thinking it’s another guest who is later for it, you go open the creaky door.

Your jaw falls on the floor, you never expected to call the attention of cops this night. In front of you, there's a young blond man in a blue uniform, a badge on his chest that says ‘officer kennedy’, he’s probably a rookie judging by the way he seems nervous. Without any sign of beard, face all clean and skin probably softer than yours, he’s adorable, round face just making his doe eyes more cute. He has a good pair of baby blue eyes, that are fixed on your for longer than you thought before he started speaking.

—”Excuse me, ma’am. I received a noise complaint here.” The young man holds tightly into his uniform, pressing his own lips together and straightening his stance. And the way your body greets him, you’re unforgettable the exact moment his eyes dart to you.

—”Noise complaint…? But from wh—” You stop your own question, knowing right away it might be the older couple next home staring at the situation through the window from their house. You sigh, rubbing your temple with the hand who isn’t holding your drink. The old couple pulls the curtains, hiding their faces peeking at you.

—”I’m sorry officer, I'm not the type to do parties. But this is a special occasion.” With a grunt, you look away from him, and you can swear he didn’t take his eyes from your body. —”I can lower the music volume if that’s better. The party won’t last long.”

His doe eyes lifts up, he clears his throat before speaking. And the same way, his voice fails at the start of his sentence.

—”That would help, ma’am. But may I know what’s this…special occasion?” He lifts an eyebrow at you.

—”It’s my birthday.”

—”Oh. I guess it sure is a special occasion then.” Official Kennedy scratches the back of his neck.

—”Seems like I can't ruin your party, then. I wouldn’t do this…anyway.” He tries to joke, sounding awful as he tries to explain. You can't help but giggle at his silly behavior, pretty rare from a cop. He looks deeply into you as you giggle, letting an awkward laugh join yours.

—”So officer…Kennedy, right? I can count on you to leave this pass by this time?” Using all the charm you have, you try to convince him to leave this only this time. Leon looks at you, biting the inside of his cheeks as if he’s holding something back.

—”Nothing comes for free, ma’am.”

—”There’s no discount for the birthday girl?” He tilts his head to the side, thinking of any possibility to deny such a woman like you.

—”I…I can think about it.”

—”I’m not doing anything wrong, anyways. And I can give you something back in order to forget this...noise complaint.” You make a sound of ‘pop’ with your lips, the lipstick on it making Leon tremble like a little boy again.

—”Like what?”

—”Come on, officer. Don’t play dumb…I could see you staring at me.” His eyes darted to yours, his ears becoming red and he let it a gasp escape.

—”I’m sorry, it was hard…not to.”

—”No worries. I can give you what you want, and you can pretend the noise complaint never happened.”

—”I don’t know if this is right. I don’t even know your name.”

—”Come on, officer. I’m [name], now let’s get over this.” He looks down, specifically at your cleavage, and gulps down loudly. A soft malefic chuckle escapes from your lips.

—”Call me Leon, let’s get into my police car.” Leon almost sounds too eager for this. Because he is. You leave your cup on the desk next to your door and steps outside, closing the door and forgetting all about your birthday. He opens the door of the back seat and enters with you, closing the door next.

He sits there, uncomfortable as your knees touch his. When you let your weight fall down on the seat, he can feel that he’s about to pass out. Your big round thighs, all displayed to him as your dress slips up a little more. And your smell, he can feel it better at this proximity.

—”Gosh…this is…this is crazy.”

—”Are you okay with it, officer?” Showing him those cute eyelashes like this?

—”Of course.” He blurts out the words without thinking more. —”Is it okay with you? Don’t want you to think I do this with everyone who seduces me. Y-You’re the first one.”

You giggles, a hand leaning to grip on his shoulders to calm him down. That soothing voice flooding his brain.

—”First one? I’m flattered. And don’t worry, I'm okay with it. I’m not the type to seduce cops as well.”

—”Great…so…what will it be?”

—”What do you want, Leon?”

—”Honestly? ‘Want you to ride me, sit on my face, or…just…cum in your boobs.” He gets bold suddenly, your eyes widened with his sudden dirty talk. Leon is fumbling his fingers, looking down at his own lap as he can feel his pants tighter around his growing erection.

—”You’ll have to choose one, Leon.” You giggles, leaning closer to whisper in his ear.

—”Sit on my face.”

—”Are you sure? I’m a bit…heavy and—” Without letting you finish, he looks you in the eyes, making all your worries vanish.

—”Sit on my face, [name].”

—”Okay…”

He lays his back on the seat, waiting for you to prepare yourself. Thankfully, you’re with a dress, it will be easier. You position yourself above him, slipping down your panties all the way down to your ankles. Leon looks at your now exposed pussy, already wet because of his words.

—”Already soaked. Damn…” He curses under his breath, his hands being placed on your thighs, he can feel how his cock twitches just with the view of your body.

Without any warning, he pulls your body down, now your pussy against his lips as he whimpers with the contact, just as you do in surprise. Leon takes no time with it, like a hungry man, his tongue starts to circle around your clit with veracity. Your fingers slip down, tangled on his blond strands of hair underneath your body. The way his warm tongue feels on your clit, makes you squirm above him, arching your back with the dress still on. Honestly, you’re perfect with it on, Leon wouldn’t want you to take off as well.

—”So pretty, all for me. All for me, right?” His voice is muffled, but whiny. You can feel the tip of his nose against your clit now, he pulls his tongue inside of you, tasting every part of you he can, as his tongue slides into you.

His fingers tremble on your thigh, you can sense you much he wanted to taste you like this. Those angel eyes he had, they weren’t that angelic now, not when he was caught up by the devil. Anyways, forbidden things have a secret charm. Leon keeps whimpering under you, his tongue wasting no time to please you. He opens his eyes, just to drink that potion that is you, panting and shaking above his. His early baby blue eyes became dark in lust and pleasure. He keeps licking you, swirling his tongue around you as his nose does the job of stimulating you even more. You had your eyes closed, fingers locked on his hair, back arched and turned into a complete mess for him, desiring more, eager for more.

—”So pretty, so damn pretty. Want you to cum on top of me like this.” His words fall into deaf ears, you’re in a whole new world.

The sensual rocking of your hips is only telling him to keep going with his movements. From underneath your rear, you can feel a bothering bulge against the cotton of your dress. He’s so damn hard with this he could just keep eating you out and living like this forever. Your taste is something he won’t ever forget, so quickly, you took a big space of his memory, consuming him for more. His words and movements are driving you crazy, the good sensation taking over all of you, taking all your brain and making you dumb for more. You can feel a weird knot in your stomach, the one that tells you you're close, that is eager for more. Your voice fails as you try to let Leon know you're close.

—”Leon…i’m going to cum!”

—”Do it, fuck it, do it” — He has this urge just as you, his circling tongue getting more frantic to help you reach your limit.

In sync with his own pace, you start to feel dizzy. The party doesn't matter, your boring neighbors don’t matter, it's only the pleasure, the pleasure that this young cop is giving you with only his tongue and the tip of his nose. His fingers dig into your skin even more as the increasing feeling fills your chest. A loud moan comes out when you feel everything being drained out by him. The orgasm he just gave you made you shiver, still panting heavily with your lips parted. Leon takes everything, the bursting sensation you just had made him feel complete as he licks it all. You get up, pulling your panties back as there isn’t a single drop of your cum inside of you.

Sitting down on the backseat, you take a moment to recover, your head fallen back as your chest rose with joy, going up and down. Leon sits up, his eyes still exhaling lust and desire for you as he observes your body.

—”Can i kiss you? You’re so pretty, i-i can’t.” He whispers, as if it’s a secret. You chuckle softly and nod with your head.

Leaning closer and cupping his cheeks, you smile at him.

—”Thank you, Leon.”

—”I’m the one who should be thanking you here.” He bites his lower lip eagerly, and you can’t keep him waiting. You pull him to a deep passionate kiss, sharing your taste and the taste of your climax with your tongues together.

The deep kiss lingers for a long moment, because Leon doesn't want to stop, he wants to keep tasting all of you, your lips are just a new territory he’s already addicted to. You both are forced to break the kiss, searching for air as you look down at him, your foreheads together as he pants heavily.

—”I guess…there will be more noise complaints here, ma’am. I need to see you again.” You giggles, nodding softly. This is definitely not the last time you’ll be seeing this pretty cop.

—”Only if the cute cop gives me a discount.” Leaning closer, you give him a few brief kisses on the lips, seeing how his eyes and face melts for yours, he looks like a puppy this way.

—”This cop is going to give you more than that.”

You two stare at each other, both ruined, all sweaty but in total happiness for what just happened. As it hits you like a truck, you remember your party, the notification of your phone rings with a message, it’s Eleonore. You take your phone and look, before looking at Leon again.

—”I have to get back now.”

—”Oh…o-okay, right. I should probably come back to work too.” He straightens up, fixing his hair the best he can. The pleasure was so much that you both forgot everything around.

—”And…happy birthday, [name].” Leon says softly, you giggle, after this gift, there was nothing you could ask more. With your thumb, you pass it on his lips, taking out the mark of your lipstick on it.

—”Thank you, Leon.” Getting out of his police car, you pull your dress down again, waving at him as he chuckles and leaves, his eyes promising he will be back. Leon starts the car, reluctant as if he doesn't want to leave yet, the erection between his legs telling him to stay, but he knows this will be for another time you two meet. He sighs, looking at the steering wheel he's holding with his hands, now sitting on the driver seat as he watches your cute face, waving at him. He waves back, a nod and a smile as his car slowly vanishes on the road ahead. For a moment , you're sad, he didn't even have time for his own pleasure, and yet, you eager to see him again.

—”There you are! The birthday girl, where have you been?” A feminine voice makes you jump slightly in surprise, just behind you, it’s Eleonore with a big grin on her face, her voice dragged by the alcohol.

—”Just…receiving a gift.” She looks down at you, not good enough to notice a silly smile on your face, she shrugs, taking your hand to pull you inside the party again. But you know that the party won’t be the focus of your mind anymore. And Leon won't be focusing on his job as well, not when this twitching pain on his cock keeps reminding him, with images of what he just did with you, he wants more, he needs more of you. You should probably thanks the old couple of neighbors you have later, because of their noise complaint, you had this perfect night.

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wheelsgoroundincircles · 28 days

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1969-71 Continental Mark III

Iacocca’s Lincoln: The Inside Story of the 1969-71 Continental Mark III

Lee Iacocca is remembered as the father of the Ford Mustang and the Chrysler Minivan, but there was another Iacocca vehicle that changed the Motor City: the Lincoln Continental Mark III.

In auto industry lore, the design studio guys hate it when the people from upper management start fooling around with their work. Nothing good can come from that, or so the story goes. But there’s at least one instance that cuts against the grain of that familiar Motor City tale. It was Ford senior executive Lee Iacocca who originated the two signature styling features of the Lincoln Continental Mark III: the classic stand-up grille and the faux tire bustle in the deck lid.

It’s no exaggeration to note that these visual features created a design theme and defined the Lincoln Mark Series brand for decades. Years later, lead designer L. David Ash would recall that neither he nor Styling VP Gene Bordinat had conceived these two now-famous design gadgets; no, in fact it was all Iacocca. “Neither one of us would have done it on our own, I’m sure,” Ash remembered. “I have to give Lee credit for that.”

As vice president of the Ford Motor Company’s car and truck group—top product boss, among other duties—Lido Anthony “Lee” Iacocca had at least two problems on his plate in the autumn of 1965. First, sales of the Ford Thunderbird had flattened out after a promising start years earlier. Meanwhile, Ford’s flagship Lincoln division wasn’t setting the world on fire, either. While the Elwood Engel-designed 1961 Lincoln was a style maker of the decade, it was nearing the end of its product cycle. Actually, Lincoln was a perennial problem for Ford senior management. According to Bordinat, it had never turned an actual profit since Henry and Edsel Ford acquired the company from the Lelands in 1922.

So a plan was hatched to build a new, small Lincoln on the same platform as the Thunderbird, which was switching to body-on-frame construction for 1967 (in part due to limited production volume). This would help the Thunderbird fill out production capacity at the Wixom, Michigan plant, and it would give Lincoln an entry in the rapidly expanding personal-luxury category, joining the Buick Riviera, Cadillac Eldorado, Olds Toronado, et alia.

The original body design by Ash and his staff, at one point named the Lancelot, was clean and elegant but lacked visual punch, one could argue. Iacocca’s fake-Rolls grille shell and spare-tire bump fixed that, creating a distinctive and memorable look. It was said that the chrome grille shell was the most expensive such piece in the industry, with a unit cost nearing $200. Ash and crew completed the theme by hiking up the rear quarters and deck lid two inches, scrunching the roof down into the body for a classic ’30s profile.

From its exterior appearance, you might never know that the finished design shared its greenhouse with the Thunderbird coupe, or its floorpan, black metal, and 117.2-inch wheelbase with the T-Bird four-door. When Henry Ford II saw the clay model in the studio, he reportedly said, “I’d like to drive that home.” With the Ford family’s seal of approval secured, the new car was christened the Continental Mark III, establishing its lineage with Edsel Ford’s original 1939 Continental and the Continental Mark II of 1956-57. At that point the previous Mark III, IV and V models of 1958-60 were conveniently forgotten—today it would be called a reboot.

Introduced in April 1968 as a 1969 model, technically (Lincoln division downplayed model year designations, trying to present the car as “timeless”) the Mark III was panned by the critics but embraced by the car-buying public. “The buffs may not like it but the people with money will,” Bordinat wisely predicted. The Mark wasn’t big for an American luxury car at just over 216 inches long and 4,800 lbs, but it was big enough, with solid road manners and a comfortable ride. Interior specialist Herman Brunn covered the seats with rich, pre-creased leather, like the easy chairs in a men’s club. Noteworthy technical features included an all-new 460 CID V8 and Sure-Track, an early form of antilock braking developed by Kelsey-Hayes.

With a base price of $6,758 compared to $4,807 for its Thunderbird cousin, the Mark III was quite a moneymaker for the Motor Company, spawning an even more popular and profitable successor, the Mark IV (shown with Iacocca below). The Mark series, which comfortably outsold the Eldorado and effectively doubled the Lincoln division’s volume at times, continued on all the way to 1998 and the Mark VIII, and Iacocca would to on to further glories, including the Chrysler Minivan.

#Continental Mark III #Continental #Iacocca #lee iacocca #car #cars #ford

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tetrakys · 8 months

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Are we all secretly Argentinian? A brief history of VPN in Beemoov's fandom

Once upon a time, when only High School Life and maybe Eldarya TO were out, players were able to choose their own bank when making a purchase on the games websites. Some banks were extremely cheap compared to others, the cheapest of all being Argentina. This from the perspective of people living in other countries. As an example:

2800 Gold coins were worth 39€ or 49$ or 400 ARS 400 ARS were the equivalent of 27$ in 2016.

So, clearly, anyone given the chance would spend less with such a big discount. And the chance was indeed given, since it was easy to just select another country's bank on the website.

Fast-forward a few years, the option to choose a bank was removed, and people could only use the bank associated to the country they were connecting from. It didn’t take much time for people to realise that it was enough to change IP via a VPN to make the games think you were connecting from Argentina and still access its bank. Additionally, Argentinian's currency was getting more and more devaluated in time and prices were never really adjusted at the bank. So, those 2800 Gold which were worth 400ARS or 27$ in 2016, were now worth 11$ in 2019.

This VPN trick has been around for years now. Not all players were aware of course, and not everyone was comfortable in using a VPN or able to. But still, quite a lot of people were doing so. Some of them even made a business out of it, recharging other people's accounts using a VPN and taking a fee for their "service".

Fast-forward again, to 2022. The VPN trick escalated, the secret was not that much of a secret anymore, especially because people were freely talking about it everywhere, Discord, Facebook, all social media really, even TikTok videos were made explaining how to do it. Very simply, too many people were using it. Consequently, Beemoov worked on it and managed to remove Argentina's bank from most VPNs for people playing from Europe and North America. (NOT South America, as I vaguely remember it was mentioned that they were trying to protect the Argentinians living in nearby countries). This led to a crazy uproar, mostly from the biggest fandom affected, the French one. People were leaving tons of messages on all socials demanding the reinstatement of Argentina, and also sending curses and death threats to Beemoov employees. The most recurrent message was of people outraged that the company had blocked VPNs without telling their players and demanding dialogue and compromise. On the other hand, Beemoov replied that VPNs were never a functionality of the games, and they don't need to discuss it with players.

Approximate translation of Beemoov's official reply (neither French nor English are my mother tongues so feel free to double check):

"Goodmorning. The use of VPN isn't a functionality offered by the game, just like it isn't normal use of the game to circumvent the base tariffs. Thus it's normal and logic that the company would put a stop at this technique. (Without having to communicate it since it's not a functionality of the game that we are retiring or modifying, but the exploitation of a fallacy.) The tariffs that each country pays are established according to their buying power. Of the 2 euros payment that can be done by the players via VPN Argentina, the company only earns a few cents. And with just a few cents it's clearly impossible to cover the costs of the episodes production and business costs in general, pay our employees, and create new content for our players. Under these conditions, it's certain that the company would eventually go bankrupt. (Like many of you wish, but us not that much.) To give you a less abstract example, it's as if someone would accept to see their salary of 1329 euros (minimum wage, for example) drop to 44 euros. Do you think this person would be able to live without any problem? We are sorry if our base tariffs are not convenient for you and we understand that they are not accessible to all of our players, but these are what allow the company to survive and to make new content. Of course like in all free-to-play games you are not obliged to pay and you always have the possibility of playing for free (and this is thanks to the players who pay the normal price)."

Fast forward again to this year, August 2023. The economic crisis in Argentina has led to high inflation and 22% devaluation of currency. All businesses have had to up their prices, including Beemoov. Those 2800 gold coins that used to be worth 400 ARS ~ 27$ in 2016, and then 11$ in 2019? Are now worth 1.14$. Beemoov has had to up the prices and now these are costed at 6,800 ARS (or 19.43$), an increment of 17 times its original value (but still less than the 2016 dollar equivalent).

Consequently, we have seen now the rest of the fandom, the part that hadn't been affected one year ago, going ballistic. And the same kind of threats and complaints that were posted last year by the European fandom are now posted by the American fandom. One would assume that only the Argentinians are complaining, rightfully so, since they are the ones directly affected. But actually most of the complaints come from people living elsewhere who were either using VPNs for their own benefit or created a business out of it.

(these are from 4 different people I found with just a 5 minutes search, we really live in a capitalist dream lmao)

Additionally, people have been upset about the company's reply. This message has been circulating in several social media, and people wonder if it's true or fake.

I don't know who originally posted so I can't say if it's true or not. (Personally I tend to believe it is.)

(Using Google translate here because I don't know a word of Portuguese, so please correct me if this is wrong.)

"To be fair, Latin America is far from our biggest customer, but that's not the point. Beemoov was forced to take action after numerous abuses by players (and in particular 80% of purchases from Brazil) using VPNs to connect to Argentina and take advantage of this country's poor financial situation to buy APs and other in-game currencies. The few players currently residing in Argentina are unfortunately affected by the situation and we are very sorry, but we could not remain inactive in the face of a fraud of this magnitude that puts the company's sustainability at risk (payment of employees, office rent, work equipment, taxes, creation of new content, etc... Each of these must be paid in euros following the French currency - as we are located in France)."

People have been particularly offended by that "LATAM isn't our biggest customer" which isn't hate, it's a fact. Despite the LATAM fandom being big (second only to France by number of players), the currencies of all the countries involved are worth less than euros, and that's why it can't be the biggest client, it's just math.

Some math below for who is interested, but feel free to skip: For example 1300 gold are costed 200 in mexican pesos which is 10.7 euros. Similarly this same amount of gold is 30BRL in Brazil, which translates to 1.6 euros. Compared, 1300 gold in France are costed 19 euros. (On top of these there are also bank fees and currency exchange fees). This means that, if no one were using VPN, it would take two mexican players for Beemoov to earn the same amount as they earn from a French player. And even more, 12 Brazillian players to pay what they get from one single French player. (Again, I'm not considering bank fees, so these numbers should actually be higher). Of course this is just an example on one single purchase. It's not representative of the whole bank. But with some very hacky math, approximately I think that LATAM doesn't contribute to more than a quarter of Beemoov's revenue (and keep in mind that for the past year LATAM could use Argentina VPN and Europe couldn't). Of course, again, this is veeeery approximate, but I remember Brazil wasn't included in Uncoven, so I think that if they are cutting another bank in the future it might be that one. This is not the case for New Gen of course since we know Brazillian is one of the languages included.

So, where are we now?

VPNs are still being used of course, not Argentina but other countries (mostly Brazil, Turkey, and a few others). I don't think there's any stopping VPNs for good in the old games, but I'm pretty confident the company might've found a way for New Gen.

What do I think of all this?

These up here are facts. Now my personal opinion is that things aren't that black and white. I totally agree with the fact that the company has expenses and needs to pay salaries of their employees etc etc. At the same time it's also true that for whatever business when a product is faulty prices are lowered. Eldarya ANE has not the same quality as the other games, prices should reflect that but they don't. Similarly, some episodes are released very bugged, and people have to replay 3, 4, 5 times to get the illustration they would've been able to get in one playthrough and should be compensated for that. In Moonlight Lovers there was a crazy bug for more than a year, me and the friends I made guides with had to replay each episode at least 5-8 times. I don't even want to try to estimate the amount of money I wasted on that game otherwise I would curl in a ball and cry. The company should've provided compensation to us and all the players who played Moonlight Lovers during that year, but they didn't. So when episodes are bugged and people have to replay many times I see VPNs as morally justified.

But bugs asides, the point is that if VPNs were used only a few times, and only by those players who really would not be able to play otherwise, then nothing would've happened. But as always, when something is abused the "authorities" try to put a stop to it. (Because really it's crazy that a middle-class European via VPN spends only a few cents on each episode and then expects to see more content. This isn't only fraud against the company, but also disrespectful toward the players who pay full price and allow the games to keep existing.)

However, I want to end this post with a positive message, if anyone made it this far it's earned. During my deep dive in the fandom to write this post, I saw that the trolls, the haters, the death and violence threats against Beemoov workers or other players, the wishes to see the company go bankrupt and everyone left without a job, all these came from Europeans and Americans alike. Seeing all these curses and threats in english, french, spanish, brazillian portuguese etc warmed my heart. There is no racism when it comes to hate, humanity sucks everywhere 💕

#beemoov #eldarya #my candy love #mcl #peggy's corner

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hazbinfallinginaspiral · 4 days

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Just gonna throw this at you! Hope you laugh! Kinda inspired by Retro Reader.

Valentino: Your Little Feral 'Wife' just killed one of my performers!

Vox: I'm sure Retro had a very good reason for that.

Velvette: It was that one who kept bragging they planned to sleep with you to get to the top. I'm shocked it took them a week to notice the fool.

Vox: They spent the past week thinking I didn't notice them killing my former assistants.

Valentino: You mean the ones you fired for trying to bankrupt you? Why didn't you kill them yourself?

Vox: Retro would pout and its much more enjoyable to see them prove their loyalty. I should buy Retro some flowers, maybe that outfit they were looking at.

Velvette: Hon I think the thing they would want most is you taking a day off.

Enjoy the weird thoughts from my brain after reading your amazing stuff! If you wanna do something with this be my guest!

I’m sorry, I just imagine Retro popping up out of nowhere and being like “I would like that!”

And Valentino is just. Terrified screaming.

Anyway.

Vox is thinks that actually a good point, so he leaves work early and shows up at the house without warning. Retro has a mild heart attack because they weren’t expecting him and the house might not be clean enough. But Vox brought flowers and the outfit they liked, so it works out nicely. Vox pretends not to notice the drops of blood on the kitchen counter.

Retro is also in a much better mood than usual with all the killing. They really like being uninterrupted in their work, able to take care of it as they see fit. I imagine it’s part of the reason Vox fired his assistants instead of killing them, too. It lets Retro blow off some steam.

I also think that Retro would become progressively protective of Valentino and Velvette as well. Not to the same extent as Vox, of course, but they wouldn’t hesitate to kill anyone who’s giving them a hard time.

As we all know, Valentino is the problem in most relationships, so Retro wouldn’t need to protect him much. If anything, I think they’d serve as a good way for Val to vent some frustration. They get together on the back porch, Retro knitting a sweater or blanket or something while Valentino decorates a new gun he got. Retro has tea or something and Val is trying not to smoke (and failing) because he knows Retro doesn’t particularly like it.

He also knows Retro won’t deal with any of his violent bullshit like the other Vs do. We see Vox let him break things, but Retro? They won’t allow it. They think letting of steam is healthy, though, so they’ll arrange for target practice while Val is there. They also start doing research on guns (they weren’t interested before since they are very loud weapons) first Val so they can recommend some new ones, how to decorate them, etc. Valentino is an artist and I feel like Retro would love indulging that side of him. If they become genuine friends (or partners, if they end up in a poly relationship with Vox) I imagine this would be a big part of it.

He’d complain about some performers he’s had trouble with, which ones are good, which ones aren’t. Retro would learn a bit about Angel Dust (but not much, considering Val knows better than to disclose how he treats his employees to someone like Retro). Retro would keep this information in mind for future killings, giving the better performers more leniency and keeping a watchful eye on all of them in general. Vox would invite them to a club or studio before this, and they’d usually reject the request since it’s not their thing (also not very housewife-type thing to do, and because a club meant flirting and we all know how they deal with that). After getting close with Val, though? They’d be more up for it.

Retro would end up refining their killing, having actual rules for what’s acceptable and what’s not when it comes to people talking to or making a move on Vox. They decide that if it’s someone’s job, like the performers, they get a pass. Random club goer? Thin ice, but they’ll have some patience. Both Vox and Retro make it a point to remind people that Vox isn’t interested in anyone else, so if someone knows that and keeps making a move? Well, Retro can’t kill the, right then and there, but they’ll go on the list of people to kill. I also imagine the list has different sections that people get sorted into depending on their threat level, both in terms of power and how likely they are to cause problems in their relationship with Vox.

Anyway, I’ve been neglecting the Velvette and Retro interactions so here we go!

I think it’d be a bit of a rough start between them, probably due to the fact that Vel already knows about Retros murders, but they’d get along pretty well. When Valentino described them to Vel, she got the impression they’d be more crazed and all over the place, an absolute mess. So imagine her surprise when she met Retro, someone who’s so polite and calm and well mannered. She’d understand immediately. Instant besties, especially with Retros fashion sense.

Now, Retro and Val have an odd sort of relationship but Vel and Retro have something more genuine and wholesome, I think. Vel would go to Retro for some advice, ask about ideas, and the like. She appreciates their unique tastes and preferences, as well as the out of the box ideas they can come up with. If Velvette is ever afraid something she’s making may not be functional as an outfit? She gives it to Retro, asks their opinion.

I also imagine Retro would have a good understanding of what fabrics feel nice together and which ones don’t, something Velvette may struggle with. She doesn’t have a problem with fabric textures, so she doesn’t realize how it may impact the buyers opinion on the outfit. Retro offers that new perspective, too, since I imagine they’re quite picky on that sort of thing. They care a lot about fabric texture, flow, and feel (something I can personally relate to) not only because it impacts its mobility and functionality, how hard it is to clean after killing, but also general comfort. Retro would be more than happy to help with whatever Velvette needs, but modeling is strictly off the table. They’ll do private photo shoots for fun, sure, but Retro is determined to keep up the housewife routine.

Valentinos visits probably tend to be more infrequent and out of the blue, but Velvette has a tight schedule and specific dates with Retro, something they greatly appreciate. The gossip they discuss? Top tier. Val and Retro usually discuss dancing skills, choreography, people’s tastes in partners and their horrible life decisions, which is fun but not exciting. Velvette always has some dramatic tea to spill and I imagine she’s great at explaining it in an immersive way that captures Retros attention. Retro would probably be able to offer up good theories and thoughts on how the situation would go, too. I think they’d really enjoy Velvette’s company and listening to her talk.

I also think Velvette would be mostly supportive (at the very least, completely okay) with Retros habits. She thinks their dedication is adorable. I think they talking about Vox’s work habits, too. Probably complain that he needs to take a break. Velvette offers valuable insight into what the workplace is like, so Retro has a better idea of the dynamics Vox holds with people, his habits, what he likes and what he doesn’t. They use this information to make him extra comfortable and relaxed after an especially long or tiring day of work. I don’t think Vox would really notice at first.

Retro berates Vox about his bad habits, how he needs to take care of himself, and I think he’ll start to listen. He’ll take a few more days off than usual, come home with flowers, and maybe go out for a nice dinner.

#hazbin hotel #vox #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin vox #vox x reader #writing #my writing #x reader #hazbin hotel velvette #hazbin velvette #hazbin valentino #hazbin hotel valentino #thanks anon!

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topaz-witch-tea · 8 months

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Yes, hello! I love your Yanqing happy family AU! He headcanons with Dan Feng are so cuuuute! Now you can ignore the rambling here but why can I see that when Jing yuan gets scammed into buying his lion cub (Yingxing had a good laugh when henrealized Jing Yuan got scammed while Dan Feng is like "Just... Why?"). The lion cub is just forever stuck by toddler!Yanqing's side? Just the cub sees toddler!Yanqing and goes "This is my human now." Now they gotta keep the lion cub because Yanqing is attached too.

Awww!!!🥰Thank you so much!!! I'm so glad you like my work. Dan Feng is such an interesting character to me so i wanted to explore what kind of person he would be had he not lost his loved ones and be forced to reincarnate.

I absolutely love that head canon about Mimi. Jing Yuan would be banned from the market for a while. I also have a feeling it would not be the first time he's done something like this. It's just that the previous times were smaller/less expensive items that they could get rid off. None of them would have the heart to get rid of a lion cub, especially one that Jing Yuan has become so attached to.

Mimi would also adore Yanqing. Yanqing is a baby and babies love soft things, and to Mimi, Yanqing was just a tiny, helpless cub that needs protection at all times. They can't exactly send Mimi away when the lion gets too big, that would mean they would have to explain to Yanqing that Mimi can't stay at home. Which would mean tears and begging and pleading that would easily wear down the three fathers down.

The issue is that once Mimi is attached to Yanqing, she would want to follow him everywhere. When he's a baby it's fine since he can't go that far, but once he starts school or has basic training with the rest of the Cloud Knights, problems would arise. Mimi would have to be kept in Jing Yuan's office lest he get calls from the school about his lion trying to jump the fence or prowling around the training grounds and scaring the new recruits.

I actually do have a fic centered around Mimi in the works, so I'll include a snippet. I hope this have it out this week since its almost done.

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The lion stared curiously at the little bundle in Jing Yuan’s arm before coming over to take a look.

“Look Yanqing, Mimi came to say hi to you.” Jing Yuan held Yanqing up so Mimi should see him.

“Now, listen carefully Mimi. Yanqing is my son and he’s very young so you must be careful. He’s too little for you to play with him the way you do with us. I can entrust you to protect Yanqing, right?” Jing Yuan spoke like he was giving out orders to his men as he scratched Mimi under her chin.

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Thank you for bring my first ask and please feel free to send me more!❤️ I love talking about Yanqing happy family AU!

#dan heng #jing yuan #jingrenheng #yanqing #dan feng #yingxing #hsr ren #hsr blade #honkai star rail #hsr #Yanqing happy family AU #Yanqing happy family AU asks

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marisayouass · 9 months

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Good Omens x Reader

one shot:

Aziraphale wants to buy flowers for Crowley, the reader is a side character as a plant seller, Crowley gets jealous of course

Its been a loonng time since i wrote anything so bear with me and please let me know what you think :)

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You know how some stories start with "it was a normal day" well this wasn't and you knew it wasnt. Well not all of it.

Music was blasting through the speakers as you were driving your Car to work knowing (part of) what would happen today.

You park in front of the Shop but before you walk inside you grab a drink at the little Café thats right next to your Plant Shop.

"Good morning Y/N, you look chipper today" said the Cashier already handing you your usual Order.

"I feel chipper, we are finally getting new plants to sell!" You paid and said "have a great dayy" as you waved and walked out again.

You went into work, said hello to your coworker and checked on the plants that are ready for selling, "You girls look lovely! If i could, I would buy you all myself!"

The doorbell rings and you cant help but smile from ear to ear. You practically runned to the door, greeted the deliveryman and showed him where to put the delivery of new plants. You tried your best to stay calm as you thanked him, but as soon as he left you opened them carefully but eagerly.

"Oh Yes! Finally!" you said "Ooh gorgeouuuss"

Now this may sound silly but for plant enthusiasts as yourself, this is a big deal. You waited so long and now you finally have a few Monstera Plant Variations and some of them are even variagated!

As you are unpacking and caring for the plant, the Phone rings, leaving the Plants behind you answered it: "Helloo from Shoplant, Y/N speaking, how can i help you?"

On the other side was the softest and nicest voice you have ever heard.

"Oh Shop-Plant, like shop and plant, that is delightful" he cherished "Yes, good Day my Name is uhm Mr Fell and I was wondering if you could help me with something?"

"Good Day to you Mr Fell, well that depends what it is about but I will try my best"

"Jolly good. Soo I am looking to buy a Plant for someone special to me. The problem is he already has a lot of Plants and they are all perfect. It would be great if you have anything that is.. Uhm.. special?"

"Ohhhh Mr Fell this must be fate! Just now we got a delivery of some special Plants that I think your someone special might definitely enjoy! Its a monstera deliciousa variagated, so its not only green but also white, and trust mee it looks so beautiful."

"That sounds ideal and I guess I have to trust your Professional opinion."

"Well then I hope I dont disappoint you" you chuckled "We are open till 4pm so you can just stop by anytime and check it out. "

Aziraphale threw up his hands in excitement and wrote down the adress of the shop and your name, but before he could answer crowley walked into the bookstore.

"Great, thank you, I will see you later" Aziraphale said rushed because obviously he didn't want Crowley to hear that he is buying a plant for him.

"Who was that?" asked Crowley while leaning against a pillar and taking off his sunglasses.

"uhm no one just an old friend" Aziraphale fidget around with his hands and walked over to crowley "Would you like to get a cup of coffe next door?" trying to change the subject

Crowley looked puzzled "old friend?" he mumbled.. But looking at aziraphale that was just smiling and waiting for an answer "uhm yes sure, lets go"

Aziraphale looked around "Let me just get my coat and then off we go" While he was getting his coat, Crowley walked over to the desk and sees a note

Y/N

At 3 o'clock

Fieldlane 32

He didn't know what to feel but before he could think anything Aziraphale came around the corner walked to the door and held it open for Crowley "You coming?"

"What?" Crowley looked up at Aziraphale who was holding the door "oh.. Yea lets go" as he looked down at the desk again the note was gone... Miraculously...

That is definitely suspicious Crowley thought.

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At around half 3 Crowley decided to check out who this "old friend" should be, so he drove his bentley to the address on the note but he made sure to park it a couple houses over so no one sees it.

He couldn't deny that he was getting a little jealous when he saw that it was a cafe. He stepped inside and had a look around. Is Aziraphale going on a date? Does he even date?

Someone walked up to Crowley and asked "Hello Sir, what can i get for you?"

"Nothing really.." Still looking around he mumbled: "Y/N? Fieldlane 32"

"Excuse me, did you say Y/N? They actually work next door at the Plant shop" the person said, pointing next door.

"Plant shop?" Crowley repeated

"Yes its right-"

Crowley didn't bother listening and just walked out and went next door and speed-walked right into there and started looking for you.

There were only like 3 employees around so finding you was pretty easy considering he saw your name tag too.

"Oi" you heard someone shouting and looked up, in front of you a tall skinny man all dressed in black

"Hello, how can i help you-"

"I'll tell you how you can help me, what happens at 3? Huh?" he jumped right into the conversation, not really thinking it through.

"uhm i dont know"

"Don't play dumb with me" he was sure you were lying to him and took a step closer, cornering you.

"Sir, honestly i dont know what your talking about"

Crowley grabbed your arm, took off his sunglasses, revealing his yellow snake eyes, you were stunned - not in a bad way but also not in a good way...

"Now you listen to me, lassie" he pointed a finger at you and got close up to your face "I knooww something is planned at 3 with my.. Someone i know! So you tell mee-"

"Crowley?" You and Crowley both looked over and saw a man dressed in white with curly white hair standing there, "What is going on here?"

You threw up your arms as a "i dont know" motion.

"Angel.." Crowley stood up straight and let go of you "uhm.. Well i am just asking this nice person about uuhm somee Plants"

"Dont lie to me, Crowley! What are you doing here? Why are you so mean to-" he saw your nametag "oh Y/N, a pleasure to meet you, I am Mr Fell, we talked on the phone this morning" he smiled trying to lighten the mood but also shot a mean face over to crowley, then looked back at you "i am so sorry about my friend here".

"Ohh Mr Fell, i guess you are here about the plant"

"Yes yes but first i need YOU" pointing at crowley "to go wait outside by the car"

Crowley pouted and said "ughh" as he put on his sunglasses again and nodded his head to You which was his way of a apology and walked ouside.

Aziraphale rushed in your direction "I am really terrible sorry about him.. I wish i could say that he is never like that..."

"Its alright i guess, nothing bad happened" you chuckled nervously "I know its none of my business but is that your special someone you mentioned?"

He blushed a little, nodded and let you lead the way to the plant you discussed.

As you were walking you said "Well now I can understand why he was acting that way" you said.

Aziraphale looked a little confused, "What exactly do you mean by that?"

"Well at first i thought he was some mad angry costumer but now it lookes more like a jealous boyfriend to me and we all know love can make you do crazy things" you chuckled and Aziraphale let out a forced chuckle too "Well anyway, here we are, i put this one aside for you"

"Oh myyy, You were right, she is gorgeous! I will definitely take her."

"I'm glad you like it" You picked it up and walked to the counter "Shall I wrap it up a bit?"

"Yes please" Aziraphale said and could barely contain his excitement, he was certain Crowley will love it.

You wrapped it in black paper to match the aesthetic of the friend.

"This is perfect" Aziraphale said "Thank you so much"

"Happy that you're happy, Mr Fell" You smiled and handed him the plant "I hope you have a nice day"

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Aziraphale walked out and Crowley was leaning against the car, waiting.

"If u must know, i was actually buying a plant for you, as a present." Aziraphale placed the plant in the trunk and closed it "Now i am not sure if you deserve it"

Crowley looked a little shooked "Whaat? Why not?"

"Because of what you did to that poor Y/N, what has gotten into you?" Aziraphale said while flaring his arms around

"ughhhh" crowley snarled "that was nothinng, just a misunderstanding.. Now lets just-" he said while reaching for the trunk door but aziraphale slapped his hand away.

"What was it?"

"What was what?" Crowley asked.

"What was the misunderstanding? It had to be big one for You to act like that"

Crowley paced around in a circle "It's stupid.. Its only.. Aaghhh" he stood still and took a big breath "I saw the note on your desk.. And i gueess i got angry about it, so I wanted to see what its all about."

"Angry? Angry about a name and an address?"

"Oorr i guess you could say i got jealous"

Aziraphale made the same face like when he found out Crowley didn't kill the goats but merely transformed them into crows.

"Oh shut it angel! Sorryyy I got mad that I thought you were going on a date and didn't tell me about it" he said half offensive and defensive

"A date?? Pish posh, who would i even date?" he looked down at his hands, is now a good moment to tell him, better now than never "well actually -"

"Can i see the plant now?" Crowley interrupted and smiled excitingly

"Oh uhm yes i suppose" Aziraphale opened the trunk and moved his hands like a little tada.

Crowley ripped the paper, he was excited like a little kid but also he tried to remain cool. The flower is unwrapped and his mouth fell open. He caressed the white and green leaves with his fingers softly but didn't say anything.

Aziraphale got nervous, "Its called a monstera deliciousa in variagated, thats why its also white."

Crowley was silent

"Look if you dont like it, I guess we can give it back-"

"It's white..." Crowley said.

"Yes its variegated, that happens when-"

"It looks like you" Crowley said softly.

"What?" Aziraphale was stunned.

"It's white, just like you.." Crowley repeated and looked at Aziraphale "I lo- uhm I mean, I don't hate it" he smiled.

"Oh I'm glad. I wasnt entirely sure just now but I guess you are welcome" Aziraphale smiled proudly.

"Well done, Angel " he clapped "This is way better than you going on a Date"

"Yes uhm about that" Aziraphale started fidgeting with his hands again "As i was trying to say earlier, well i have thought about this uhm us.. And i- well you- i think- uhm i may-"

Crowley got impatient: "Get on with it!"

"I think I have feelings for you" Aziraphale spurted out.

Crowley was taken aback and his mouth fell slightly open.

Aziraphale: "Well of course I like you we have been together for over 6000 years, you were always there for me and I can always count on you- anyway I do believe now that these feelings may be more than just friendship.. "

"Oh Angel and I mean this in the nicest way I can but how dumb can you be? Obviously I am in love with you! Why do you think i am always around you?"

Crowley grabbed Aziraphale by the shoulders and looked him in the eyes. "I dont even tolerate anyone besides you."

Aziraphale started smiling devilishly, Crowley furrowed his eyebrows "What is it?" he asked.

Aziraphale: "Well I just didn't know that you looveee mee"

Crowley started blushing "oh shut up, you were the one that started talking about his feelings"

"Oh but you lovvee meee"

"Stop it, Angel" he angrily pointed his finger at aziraphale

"I am just repeating what you said" he put his hands up in defense "Its not my fault that you loovee mee"

"Seriously, Angel, shut it" Crowleys face got even redder.

"Or what?" Aziraphale smirked.

"Well... this." Crowley grabbed Aziraphale by the collar and pulled his lips onto his.

For both it felt like fireworks, like a warmth coming from the inside, like a missing piece finally being found.

Even tho Aziraphale wanted this to happen he was still taken by surprise, he was unbelievable happy this is happening, he leaned into it and put his hands on Crowleys back, pulling him even closer.

As the kiss ended they were both catching their breath but never took their eyes off each others.

Crowley then said: "I've been wanting to do that for a long time actually."

They started smiling more and more until Aziraphale said: "Come on, lets find a nice place for this plant in your flat"

They both got into the Bentley and drove away as Somebody To Love by Queen played.

#good omens #good omens fanfiction #good omens fandom #crowley x aziraphale #ineffable husbands #Crowley x aziraphale x reader #Plant shop ff #i am obsessed

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do u have any huntake headcanons 😁😁

Sorry this is such a late response I had a very busy day and then had a beach day today so yayyyyy

Which actually got me to think about one thing I thought of and that's that Huntake would love beach dates like

- Beach Dates 🏖 🌊

I really take the greetings to heart and in one greeting Jake spoke about his dream date I believe ? (Correct me if I'm wrong) and how it was at the beach and I know they'd end up there on a date...

Like Hunter needs 84 pounds of sunscreen on him and I know Jake would gladly apply sunscreen on him, which probably makes me think Hunter would like to play beach games like volleyball with Jake, but probably has to be under the shade for a bit watching Jake run around and in Hunters head its all in slow motion to take in all the glory

I think of simple things, them on a blanket preferably a magenta one... eating sandwiches they packed with small laughs since there's definitely some sand in the sandwiches from all the shit they got up to... THE SUNSETS... WATCHING THE SUNSET W SMALL SMILES WHEN THEY TURN TO FACE EACH OTHER

- Jake is more cleanly 🧹🧺

What I mean is this:

I like to think Hunters a bit more messier... probably sleeps on an air mattress or a mattress with no bed frame and shirts lying around.. and I think Jake would tweak out if he saw a roach living there and need to clean everything somehow... there's only so much mess he can tolerate the mess, but it makes for cleaning days and excuses for Jake to come over often to see him

- Jobless Brokeass (me) Hunter, Employed Jake 👔📋

Hunter gives off employed, like he went to college w no job just vibes and I always hced as Jake coming from a family with a businessman father or something like that, a more stern family that doesn't tend to understand his emotions and paranoia, so I think Jake is more likely to pick up jobs to make money and to feel fulfilled in someway despite Miriam having the damn mil...

Things like Hunter getting bored of being at home and watching movies and he gets up and goes to wherever Jake works to bother him and ask about his day, sweet things that show to Jake that Hunter cares in his own way

But like also the thought of Jake doing professional only fans or mlm schemes appeals to me so Hunter is probably behind the camera recording and taking photos bc at the end of the day the money means Jake will buy Hunter a new album or plushie

But also ALSO I do like the idea of Jake in a corporate job and starting off as a secretary that sees way too much and is on the phone with Hunter a lot to someone working higher up later... I can forsee Jake in his office and Hunter coming in for his lunch break to eat with him

- (controversial) Big Spoon Jake, Little Spoon Hunter 🥄 💕

This might be controversial to some in our unruly society, but I don't think muscular or buff or taller = top... I really think Hunter would enjoy being snuggled and being treated sweetly and enjoy just. No arguing and no bickering... no problems... just the sweet, tender embrace of the person he loves... and I know Jake ass probably possessive asf and would provide that sweet, strong hug or cuddle to make Hunter feel at home with him... the love Jake can provide with his sweetness is not just verbal or mental, but can be physical. We've seen how sweet Jake can be in canon with Tom and I know he wouldn't leave Hunter feeling any worse

- (more in line w my hcs) Jake helps Hunter with fashion and sewing 🛍🪡

I have a hc of Hunter doing drag so naturally he'd need certain outfits made and I think he isn't rich soooo he probably complained about having no resources and in my eyes Jake probably has experience with sewing and is good at it OR he isn't that good but TRIES to learn more for Hunter... I really like the idea of Hunter wanting to perform something but thinking he can't due to having no outfit and at the last minute Jake surprises him with the custom outfit... you can't tell me Jake wouldn't be that mf dedicated to some shit... he's really intense as is

Like imagine him hand beading an outfit, purposely remeasuring Hunter often just to feel him again... like I know they'd end up having matching outfits at some point...

- Hunter loves to do karaoke 🎤 🎶

Why his ass always singing Lady Gaga songs in greetings. I know his ass wants to sing the entirety of Artpop and will 💯% make Jake watch him and sometimes participate in duets... this also ties into my drag hc thing because Jake getting to remake certain Gaga outfits for Hunter is real...

- SPORTS OR FUN DAYS 🥊🎳

Hunter is muscular SOMEHOW and Jake appears to be athletic in some way and his fit kind of suggests it unless he fucking robbed someone which I wouldn't put past him... anyways

Hunter getting Jake into new sports and activities !! Imagine them trying out things like frisbee or soccer, dates at parks avidly being an annoying gay couple... if they took on boxing I can imagine Jake getting too intense and accidentally clobbering him or the coach... one punch = k.o. type shit 😭 but them trying tennis too or some other crap and if they suck ass at it they say oh well and get some food...

E yeah I think that's all I can think of FOR NOW bc my mind is kinda empty but TRUST I thought of more before

I would've added a Miriam hc in here but I have a tough time deciding if she'd like Hunter or want him dead

#disventure camp #campamento desventura #disventure camp jake #disventure camp hunter #huntake #dc huntake #hunter x jake #ask #i have things to say i love gay people yupppppp

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slashingdisneypasta · 2 years

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Slashers x Reader || Drabbles

Plot: You know how in The Vampire Diaries, the vampires are always turning their humanity off and going evil and psycho? And how that’s a big problem??

Well, what if someone cursed the Slashers, who have done all these horrible things, killed all these people… to HAVE humanity? So they have to feel the crushing weight of the things they’ve done- feel guilty.

So basically a witch curses them to be good, and sane. How does that go? How does he act? Do you still love him? You should, shouldn’t you? He’s good now! But… He may not be the person you fell for, anymore.

Includes: Chucky Lee Ray, Freddy Krueger and Michael Myers

Warnings: Sexual references and angst. Also dumb idea, and unedited ^^

Chucky Lee Ray:

Chucky, wearing Nica’s body still is in the other room with Glen and Glenda; Talking. You can hear the level, controlled sound of Nica’s voice murmuring, but because he’s not cackling like a mad person and cracking sex jokes like he used to, you can’t really tell what the mood is. Not that you’re particularly interested, you think as you stir sugar into the tea Tiffany made for you. Since that curse, something has been… off.

With you. With how you feel.

And you don’t know what to do about it; The road trip to Tiffany’s house was mostly silent because of that.

Speaking of her, you can tell that she’s straining her ears to hear what’s going on in the other room as she sits down with her own mug. You consider telling her not to worry, that whatever he’ saying won’t hurt anyone actually, but cant bring yourself to say the words. Instead you just set your elbows on the table and carry the hot, steaming tea up to your face.

“You know… it was, um, good of you- to let him talk to them.” You say, forcing conversation.

“Oh- yeah, well, he’s their Dad, so… “ She seems lost in her thoughts for a moment, confused by all of this - your turning up at her house unannounced, Chucky’s new manners, the fact that he brought flowers, his request to see his kids… - before her eyes snap to you and she suddenly sets her cup firmly down on the table; Focused. “Okay, cut the crap. What the hell is going on??”

Sighing, you slump forward. “I told you, a witch cursed him.”

“He brought sunflowers. Chucky brought sunflowers.” Tiffany reminds you, because it really is ridiculous. You know that.

“He likes sunflowers.” Is all you say in explanation, though, too tired and hurt to argue. This is how it is now, Chucky is thoughtful and he wants a relationship with his kids. Its odd, but you should be happy, shouldn’t you? You should all be happy.

“He bought plant food for them.”

“Yeah, well… “You shrug, remembering the trip to the store this morning, to buy the flowers. There was a whole conversation about whether or not to get a vase for Tiffany, too, but you managed to convince him that she might be offended that he thought she wouldn’t have one of those. “He didn’t know if you had any.”

“But- I- “Tiffany just sems totally boggled, looking to the other room with an entirely stupefied expression on her face. “He’s- “ A big ass, yes. Well, he used to be. Not anymore. After a moment of searching for words, or some reason he could be faking it, and finding nothing because that’s not exactly his style… Tiffany sighs, turning back to you. “Okay, fine. How are you dealing with this?”

Oh- “I’m fine, I guess…? I mean… he does cuddles, now. Which is nice… “

She smirks at you, and shakes her head. “You’re totally freaked out.”

“No, I’m- “

“You’re freaking out, and you wanna bolt.” She goes on, letting out a wistful sigh as if she has you and your current psyche all figured out- which she does, much to your chagrin. “The only reason someone falls for a guy like Chucky- is being they’re an emotional wreck themselves. Trust me, I know, I’ve been there sweetie. He’s an asshole, so he makes… well- made, you feel like you don’t owe him your love or any emotional vulnerability, like you might with a nice guy. But all that stability is gone, now, so you have to face your inner trauma… Oof, that sucks.”

How did she peg you so freaken correct- “Tiffany, I don’t think that’s any of your business.”

“No, probably not.” Tapping sharp, black nails against the teacup in front of her, she gives a half-shrug. “But I am the only person in the world who might get your current dilemma… so if you wanted to talk about it~ I’m right here.”

“… “This is probably a really bad idea, but… “I feel like a terrible person,” You give in, groaning as you press your forehead against your own cup. Its hot, and you quickly pull away again; Setting it down on the table and hiding our face inside your hands, instead.

“You’re not!! It makes sense if you don’t want him anymore- he’s a totally different person now. I mean- he’s lost all sexual prowess to me, for sure, and I’m not even in love with him anymore.”

“I still love him!” You insist, gently. Because its true. You still have very deep feelings for Chucky and you can’t imagine a time that you won’t. You’ll always look at him, and feel. “But… I just… I don’t know this guy. He laughs at mean jokes but he doesn’t make them anymore, he asked the florist for help today and then tipped her- with money and not a comment on her breastage, he kisses me on the cheek and tells me he loves me? And he has to leave the room if he sees blood!... I… It’s an adjustment, that’s all.”

“Sounds freaky as hell, to me.”

“Yeah.”

For a few moments, the two of you revel in this new world you’ve found yourselves in… where Chucky is actually a good guy… as ironic as that is. You sit in silence until Tiffany’s gaze slips back to you, and she reaches over to tuck some hair behind your ear; All gentle, and comforting. Like a mother. “Sweetie… its okay, to miss the way he was.” Your jaw drops.

“But he was!- “

“I know,” She assures. “He was evil and rude and horrible. But that’s the Chucky you fell in love with… So yeah, its okay to miss him.” When you look away from her, sinking further into the emotional mess inside you, she moves to grab your chin- making you look at her again. “And its also okay to fall in love with this new version of him, eventually. If you want to.”

After Tiffany lets you go to take a sip of her tea, Chucky (‘Nica’) enters the kitchen and his hands land on your shoulders. He gives you a kiss on the head and he low voice he murmurs to you that he’s going to go get Glen and Glenda’s presents. “Okay, love you, I’ll be right back. House is looking great, Tiff!”

As he leaves the house to go to the car, Tiffany looks to you with wide eyes. “Freakish.” She says, shaking her head as you finally let out a giggle over this.

Freakish, indeed.

Freddy Krueger:

You don’t believe it for a second. This is absolutely a trick, right? He would totally do something like this. In just a moment he’s going to wipe that sad look off his face that is so ridiculously foreign - pantomime, practically, - and say something terrible, start laughing, and that’ll be it. You’ve spent a long time getting used to him and his pranks- you know how this goes.

… But he doesn’t wipe that look off his face. You roll your eyes and force an amused scoff, but he just looks confused at you.

“… Freddy. This isn’t funny. Stop it.”

He doesn’t, but that doesn’t prove anything; Its just like him to take a joke too far. In fact its not funny to him unless its miles past the line, so you just turn away to walk off. He can have fun with himself- you’re not interested in this one. It’s confusing, and sad.

You don’t get far, though, before he rushes after you and grabs you by the arm, turning you back around- and letting you go. He raises his hands in surrender, his beloved glove nowhere to be seen, looking wide eyed and desperate. “Y/N please.” Please??! That’s a little over the top, come on now- “I’m telling you, I don’t know what’s happened, I don’t know how real this curse is, but I- but I feel this… weird, uncomfortable tightness in- in my chest. I need your help, please- “

“I’m sure you’ll get over it.”

“Okay yeah- I can see how you might think this is a trick but- “

“I told you, I’m over this already!”

A flash of irritation flickers across his face, but you know it’s not the normal kind. His fingers don’t flick like they would usually, like they’re itching to stab something. Instead he just clenches his fists and frowns. “Okay- “He stops to think a moment, looking serious. “Okay, hold on. Hold on right there.” By holding out his hands, but not touching you or even invading your space at all, he gestures for you to stay put- that same sense of desperation staying a constant in those wide blue eyes. “Just… stay. I’ll be right back.”

Then Freddy disappears, and you’re just wondering what is going to jump out at you, and from where??? You swear to god, if its spiders, you’re going to take Hypnocil for an entire month-

This is all very… odd, the traitorous part of you thinks. He’s acting so… mellow. Calm.

All the time you’ve known this asshole, even when he was alive, he was always a little bit manic. There was always a bite to his demeanour, something venomous to say at the tip of his tongue, a darkness in his face. But now he’s mellow, polite, and his eyes have never been so clear. What… is… happening!?

When he comes back, the first thing you notice is his appearance- he’s still burned, but the sweater he wears is a plain black and there are bandages peaking out of it; Wrapped around his neck and his hands, and assumedly everywhere else. He’s looking down into a box he’s carrying in his arms, but you put your hand on his shoulder and make him look at you, tilting your head to the side in curiosity. “Freddy… are you okay? What’s with the bandages?”

“… “You watch him carefully, and his eyes flicker downwards, and he seems to go somewhere else for a moment, alone inside his mind, before he shakes his head. “I’m fine. The burns were just, ah, reminding me… “

Okay he’s starting to concern you, now, and damnit, it creeps right into your tone. “Reminding you of what?” If he wanted to make a fool of you, he’s done it now.

“Uhh, the… things, I’ve done… “

The way he says ‘things’, and how he avoids eye contact when he says it, worries you even more. It’s weird, he seems… almost… tortured. Guilt-ridden. Like he feels bad for the terrible things he’s done!!

Freddy Krueger.

Feeling sorry.

It strikes you as so totally deranged a thought that you can’t find words for a moment as you stare at him. Is this real?? Is this even him? Looks like Freddy, sounds like Freddy, even stands like Freddy… But…

“What’s in the box?” You ask, suspicion thick in your voice, stepping back and crossing your arms.

You hope to god, for once, that its some kind of bloody organ, scalp, penis or decapitated head, because you don’t know how deal with this if its true. That which said he would be incapacitated with guilt, and just by running through some of the things he’s done… you know she’s right. And you know he deserves it, but its going to be so hard to watch.

“I thought… “He flicks open the box, and reaches in, pulling something out. You recognise the sound before you see it. “You might wanna take this. Careful.”

You’re handed, gently, that iconic glove. Its heavier than you expected and the knives are rusty, but you’ve seen it a million times before so you don’t take long staring at it; Switching to glaring at Freddy in confusion. “… what’s this for?”

Dropping the box off to the side, where it disappears into the floor, Freddy clenched a shaking fist tightly closed so it stops- still strong as hell, apparently. “I was wondering if you could take it outta the dreamworld and destroy it.” He says, without looking at you. “Oh- “Then holds up a finger. “Try melting it down under a church, if you can swing it… Might work a bit better.”

“Work to what?”

Suddenly he looks really nervous, and guilty, and his eyes fly upwards to avoid yours. Now this is a familiar expression on him, though its usually fitted with a smirk- that doesn’t exist now. “It’ll… um… “Eyes narrowing, you wait for an explanation that you know you’re not going to like. “If all goes well, it’ll… possibly… kill me… “

When you don’t respond, just stare at him - the tiniest hint of anger in your eyes, -, he stands back and scratches the back of his neck- still avoiding your eyes. “… yeah.”

Michael Myers:

When you open up your front door and see Michael there, you know somethings wrong. A sense of dread spreads catches from your chest and spreads throughout your body, because he never comes through the front door. He definitely doesn’t knock, either.

You both had thought he was fine after yesterday, and the witch left. She said she cursed him, but he didn’t seem changed and just went on with his life.

But now he’s on your front porch, mask clutched in his fist at his side, head tipped down and you know something is wrong. “… Michael?... “You reach over to touch his shoulder, and he flinches. Michael actually flinches, and your eyes go wide. Then he looks up, and there isn’t a shadow over his eyes like there once was. He reaches over and takes you in his hands, and you get one glance at his war-torn features before he pulls you into a hug.

“Mm,” You sigh, though it’s muffled by his chest. Because he needs it, you wrap your arms back around him, one hand on the back of his shoulder and the other in his hair, fingers spread through the short, whiskery grey hair. “Michael… “Fitting your chin into his shoulder, you try to force the dread out of your voice. “Are you okay??”

Obviously, he doesn’t say anything back, but the way he cuddles your body back to his is far too gentle, far too loving. He doesn’t either squeeze you so hard that you struggle to breath, or drop his arms at a sign of weakness. Instead he turns his head into your hair and takes a deep breath, full of your scent.

This is so odd. Michael is not at all an affectionate person, so the only reason that he would be so clingy right now can only be that… the curse worked.

He’s feeling the guilt and horror of all the people he’s killed his entire life hit him all at once… your heart hurts just thinking about it. “Oh I’m so sorry… “

There’s a consistent shake coming from his body, especially his fingers curled around the back of your shoulders and gripping your waist. “Come on, we can’t keep you standing out here.” Dislodging yourself from Michael, you take those shaking hands in yours and guide him further into the house, closing the door behind him. Then you lead him to the couch and get him to sit down.

He doesn’t let go of you, though, guiding you into his lap where he puts your head back into his neck and wraps his arms back around your waist.

The next morning, you wake up on the couch all alone. You look around for Michael, wondering where he went if he’s not here- but it’s not totally out of character for him to disappear, so you give up before too long. He’s probably just walking, or getting food. God knows your kitchen doesn’t have any.

As you sit back down on the couch after taking a shower and getting changed, worrying about how Michael’s going to deal after this, you pick up the remote and switch on the TV. Sighing, you cuddle a pillow to your chest and switch to the local news station.

When the picture in front of you sinks in, you straighten up immediately and fling the remote to the other end of the couch- the pillow going with it. Your heartbeat hammers hard against your chest and blood pumps painfully loudly in your ears, as you watch Michael walk into Smithsgrove.

Past the terrible gates and through the soulless courtyard and right to the door. They put the handcuffs on him behind a news reporter talking about the Shape of Haddonfield, and it all being over, and considering a death sentence, and a scream bubbles up in your throat. You swallow it down, you stay quiet, but part of it lingers like threat in the back.

A doctor guides him through the doors and then he’s gone, out of the shot.

#Slashers x Reader Drabbles #Slashers x Reader #Drabbles #Michael Myers #Freddy Krueger #Chucky Lee Ray #Chucky #Charles Lee Ray #Michael Myers x Reader #Freddy Krueger x Reader #Chucky Lee Ray x Reader #Chucky x Reader #Charles Lee Ray x Reader #Tiffany Valentine #Tiffany Valentine x Reader

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