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multifandomfanatic02 · 16 days

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"One-Sided, One Receiver"

pairing: alastor x fem!reader

synopsis: Alastor has taken you in under his wing after being mistreated by the vees. Vox tries to confronts you about your feelings for Alastor in hopes that you come back to work for him. His plans of course backfire.

warnings: MDNI fuckin tentacle porn, alastor is fully clothed, no pp for you to see sorry, alastor and his dirty mouth, praise kink ig? fingering

word count: 1.7k words

a/n: my first time writing this kinda thing, please spare me. Also thank you to @rubra-wav for the cute divider omg. and my two favorite in character smut authors @hazelfoureyes (my hazel basil) and @jyoongim giving me the courage to do this ✨️🙏

You've worked with Alastor going on years now. He had taken you under his wing after the treatment you received under the control of the Vees. It was well known they weren't the nicest overlords around but they knew how to sell.

You were Vox's little plaything in more ways than one. He had you pegged to be a pretty good spy and information gatherer. Of course, your mission was always to look for signs of the Radio Demon for his whereabouts. Alastor was very meticulous and every clue left for you was purposely placed, and you knew that. And because you knew that, you never bothered to inform Vox of the very little "information." In which came at a cost of your job and nearly, your life. Vox often underestimated Alastor's smarts. Their own egos constantly bumping each other in the head.

The night you lost your job, you were found outside the Vees' tower, horribly bruised and broken. Hands clutching at the brimstone dirt to try and stable yourself in some way, you saw a pair of black boots standing in front of your face, the demon's cane setting down on the ground.

"Well my dear, it looks like you finally received Vox's boot." He chuckled in amusement and offered a hand to you to help you off the ground. "I'm impressed with how you've gone about finding my little clues, not many have managed to connect them back to me."

With your hand still in his, you two disappear into his shadow and find solitude in a different part of Pentagram City, away from the Vees' territory.

"I have a deal for you. Well rather a job." He states conjuring up a needle and glowing green thread along with a small first-aid kit. He talked his way through his prompt while mending and sewing your wounds. You accepted and that was that.

The years you've worked along side him he's been quite kind to you. Despite not trying to be, he was a charmer. Your feelings for him changed over time. You often caught yourself doing things you never thought you would for the Radio Demon. The man you were convinced to hate in your previous employment. You'd bend over backward for him if you could.

The role he gave you was to do exactly what you had done for Vox in the past. There was never need to leave his side for you to gather whatever information he needed so you never looked suspicious. You looked more like an assistant or an apprentice.

No matter what you looked like you were doing, Vox was deeply displeased. How dare you escape his grasp and go kiss Alastor's ass. It was insulting from both you and the Radio Demon.

There was more to your companionship that meets the eye. While Alastor was an oblivious man, Vox saw right through you. It was clear to him you had fallen in love with the radio demon. And with the way Alastor has reacted to confessions in the past, the TV man knew exactly how to ruin your relationship with each other and potentially along with the contract that was signed.

Checkmate.

"What are you doing here, old pal. Don't you think you are on the wrong side of town." Alastor's body was facing away, Vox's presence clear from his heavy breathing. His attempt to stay calm and collected.

"I am here to offer Y/N's job back." He stood up straight, folding his arms behind his back and turning his unfazed gaze to you. "I'm willing to raise your pay by a substantial amount if you come back to me."

"Not a chance, Vox. After the way you and the other Vees treated me? Go to double Hell." You spat at him, your eyes full of disgust and turning your body away from him.

Vox's smile creeped further up the screen, wholeheartedly expecting that to be your answer. The wrong answer. The one to ruin you once again.

"You come back to work for me and I won't tell Alastor your dark little secret. You get to stay in his good graces and I get my favorite little employee." He held his hand out to you. Alastor's silence completely deafening as he zones in on the strange conversation. What could you possibly do to fall out of his good graces, he thought.

Your expression faltering slightly before returning to it's stability. Was it that obvious? Did everyone see your feelings like an open book? He was unfortunately right.. if Alastor knew how you felt he'd probably ditch for another 7 years. Either way the outcome of this would be you trapped in the hands of the Vees once more. "You're confused Vox. I think you should take a break from all that porn."

"Do not pretend to not know what I'm talki-"

"I think I've heard enough, Vox. If you are referring to her romantic feelings towards me, there's no need to inform me. I already know." Alastor finally stepped out from behind you to stand in between the two of you. "The only difference here is that she has not forced those feelings upon me in which I quite respect. She will not be going with you."

Alastor tapped his cane on your back to turn you around and continue your walk. You give one last glance at Vox behind you, his face obviously fuming in embarrassment before disappearing into Alastor's shadow with him and reappearing in front of the Hotel.

You two stood in front of the doors in silence. Not really awkward just a little stunned.

"Sir.. you knew?" Your head was looking down to his shoes, scared to look him in the eyes.

"Dear, do not be embarrassed." He placed his cane under your chin, watching your eyes shift from the ground to his own. "I'm willing to make another deal with you if you allow it. This will be a one time thing. One night of your pleasure and you will give me your soul. Your services will belong to me for the rest of your immortal life."

Not to long after that were you in his radio tower. His shadowy appendages wrapped around your ankles and wrists, your ass resting on the buttons of his desk. You were already in the nude and he still sharply dressed. "Let's get a few things clear, darling. You will not touch me whatsoever, no I will not remove my clothing-" He spoke in the midst of taking his coat off and hanging it up on the hook to the side of the desk. He carefully rolled up the sleeves to his dress shirt before turning his attention to you, continuing his sentence. "and do remember to make noise. I need this to be amusing for me as well."

The appendages snaked up your thighs, softly maneuvering themselves through your folds. Spreading your slick everywhere they could reach. Your shut eyes tightened underneath his delicate touch. Another pair of his tentacles made their way up to your face, pulling at the sides of your mouth, making you open your lips. One slipped inside your wet cavern, lapping up the saliva around your tongue. Moans now starting to slip out as it started to fuck your mouth, spit dripping down the corners of your lips.

"Now that's my good girl." Alastor's cold digits made their way to your clit, rubbing in rhythmic circles, eliciting a well earned gasp from your throat. Not rough enough to jump start an orgasm but enough to be quite pleasurable on it's own. What pretty sounds he thought. Your legs tensed at his praise, his voice. It was deeper and more staticy than normal. Seemed he was enjoying himself more than he'd like to admit.

Removing the tentacle in your mouth, he replaced it with his own mouth. Your heart fluttered at the way he moved his lips against yours. Not exactly how you fantasized your first kiss with the Radio Demon but you'll take it. You groaned into his lips, grinding your hips into his steady going fingers. "Alastor.. please. I need you inside me." Heavy breaths passed between each word that escaped your mouth. This was your part of the deal so he was willing to give you whatever you wanted. Within reason of course.

The extremity wet with your juices slid up and down your cunt, spreading you as much as possible before slipping into you with ease. It wasn't his dick but dear god did it feel good nonetheless. Some boundaries had to be made after all but you were grateful for his generosity no matter what he offered. It's pace started off slow, simply trying to make it's way to your cervix before anything else. His lips still continuing to massage yours, going back and forth between licking your neck and kisses.

He was making every piece of your body vibrate with excitement and pleasure. Alastor's pace speeding up once he finally hit the end of your vagina, nearly making love to your cervix. His fingers began to abuse your now sensitive clit. It didn't take long before that long awaited tightness started to form in your womb. Your breath hitched and various parts of your body twitched, letting him know that you were approaching your end. "Are you going to cum for me, my dear? My precious apprentice."

With one last bite to your shoulder, you came undone on his tentacle and fingers. Continuing to rub you through your high. Your head rested against his shoulder allowing you to control your breaths back to normal. All his dark restraints dissipated, letting you free.

Alastor licked his fingers clean and rolled his sleeves back down, grabbing the coat he hung up and placing it back onto his shoulders. "Now I do believe you need a bath. Feel free to use the one in my room. Be back down stairs in an hour, we've got business to attend to later."

And with that, you now belonged to him in heart and soul.

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fursasaida · 7 months

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A clear indication of this impasse is the widely noted hesitation of major universities—usually so eager to issue solemn statements on the latest tragedy in the news—to comment publicly on the events of the past week. One example: New York University (my former employer) has thus far not issued a statement on its public social-media feeds on the events in Israel, even as it has made multiple posts in the same timespan commemorating Indigenous People’s Day. In the one email on the subject sent to the university community, newly inaugurated NYU President Linda Mills offered the following stilted reflection: “The violence that is raging now will likely intensify the feelings of those on our campus who hold strong views on the conflict.” NYU’s email also included—as such messages do—the number for the campus mental-health hotline.

Here we find an indirect clue as to the true nature of the “decolonization” project that has become a prominent part of higher education: Like much of what now takes place in elite institutions, it is ultimately a therapeutic enterprise. Battles over land and sovereignty are displaced onto the psyche; the demand for territorial restoration has become a metaphor for internal struggles over identity and belonging for which universities serve as a staging ground. But intellectual history suggests this therapeutic function isn’t as easily detached from the concept’s violent implications as university administrators might like.

the full piece is quite good and not that much longer, you should click through

#palestine #israel #colonialism

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youn9racha · 9 months

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i have no clue why but I'm always thinking abt Chan being a pervy boss 😔

NO BECAUSE PERVY CHAN IS MY CUP OF TEA 👹🍴

let me paint you a picture

chan’s your boss at this very big company that he owns. yknow ceo tingz.

he’s your boss and you were his subordinate—employer, assistant, whatever position you want to be. you always respected him and his role as your boss. sure, you had a tiny crush on him—afterall, he was very handsome and charismatic—, and you may or may not have had fantasies of him that resulted in you touching yourself at the end of the night, but you still kept your distance and kept it professionally.

unbeknownst to you, however, chan has always been watching you like a hawk. if you think you’re the pervert for staring at him for too long or fantasize about him, then think again, because chris is way ahead of you.

he would purposely call you over to satiate his hunger, eyeing your legs up to your breast to your pretty face. each time you come in with red lipstick, he would find himself going hard and excuse himself to rub himself while imagining that lipstick staining his cock after sucking and gagging on it. he would also hold your waist each time he wants to “squeeze” his way out (even if the space was big enough).

once instant that got him going to the edge is witnessing you spray your perfume from afar while adjusting your blouse. he took note of the perfume you used and bought it. once he started sniffing it he was hooked on it, often time he would spray his pillow to do things to it, ranging from cuddling to straight up humping until he covered it with his cum, imagining it was your naked body instead of the pillow. of course, he’d wash it but the cycle would repeat itself

anyways, i want chris to use me as the pillow he humps every night.

#ella’s mailbox （╹◡╹）#ella’s awesome anons #stray kids hard thoughts #stray kids hard hours #stray kids smut #skz hard hours #skz hard thoughts #skz smut #bang chan hard hours #bang chan hard thoughts #bang chan smut

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adnauseum11 · 2 months

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Return to Base (John Price x Reader)

John helps you celebrate your last day of work.

2.2k word (longer one, sorry!)

CW: swearing, mild violence, suggestive themes

Feedback welcome!

Your last day at work comes fast, having only given one week notice. John has unlocked some sort of laissez faire demon inside you, encouraging you to do what you want with little regard for standard procedures. You can’t stomach the idea of sitting through two more weeks of mind-numbing torture, so you simply don’t, your former employer’s opinion on the matter somehow no longer consequential. You haven’t decided yet if John has been a bad influence on your already impulsive nature or just given you the confidence to do what you wanted all along. The idea of being wholly reliant on someone – even if it is John, one of the most reliable people you know – makes your toes curl in anxiety. The last few days of your period become an emotional rollercoaster but John, blessed man, takes it all in stride without so much as blinking twice.

It should come as no surprise to you that your belongings fit into a single banker’s box, but it somehow still does. Cleaning out your desk only takes a fraction of the time you’ve set aside for the task. Your lack of interest in decorating your space ought to have been a clue to your lack of enthusiasm for the job. Co-workers you have maintained tepid friendships with wish you well and eat cake on your behalf at lunch. You are supremely grateful that John can pick you up shortly afterwards, negating your need to navigate public transport - or any further well wishes with an awkward box in your arms. You don’t even manage to summon guilt over not learning the route from the wretched building back to the flat, John never giving you the opportunity. Your decision to quit came hot on the heels of moving in with him, the most tumultuous few days you can remember since your parents died.

When he arrives, even John is taken aback by how little you have to remove from the premises, knowing your penchant for making a space your own.

“This is it? Everything in only one box?” He’s eyeing you as if you’re about to drop the news that there are six more waiting in the lobby just out of sight.

“I know. I didn’t realize until I was packing how little I brought in.”

“Well, let’s be grateful for small mercies I suppose, love.”

John smiles, relieving you of the box and settling it onto the floor of the backseat so it doesn’t slide around. The drive home is far more relaxed than you had anticipated, suddenly no longer wracked with guilt over your choice. The finality of it more freeing than you had imagined. John is in a good mood too and it’s catching you up, so you agree to his suggestion to go to his local pub even though it’s still somewhat early. Your local pub now, too. John parks and you wander down hand in hand in the afternoon sunshine, not bothering to remove your box from the back seat of the car first.

John baits you with a familiar argument about his beloved Liverpool’s trade options before the transfer window and within two pints you are in fine form. You can’t help bickering with him to the amusement of the bartender, any concerns of work long forgotten. The two of you have set up shop at the end of the rail, next to where the waitress punches her orders in, out of the main flow of the room.

“What a waste of money, the man will be injury riddled, mark my words.”

You’re proselytizing, waving off John’s sputtering protests about a potential acquisition. He’s about to list all the goal stats for the player in question again when you cut him off, feeling your alcohol.

“Wanna make a bet? I’ve heard the stats twice now, hot stuff, but I don’t know what the past is going to do for his present - which is babying his ACL until it inevitably tears again.”

“What do you want to bet, love? Better be something you can stand to lose.”

John’s teasing, his arm resting on the bar, his focus mostly on you. He can see down the bar over your shoulder and motions to the bartender for another round when the other man looks to your corner. You bite your lip and smirk, not answering, waiting for his attention to resettle.

It only takes John about three seconds to catch up to the gutter your mind is currently in. His pupils dilate slightly, making his blue eyes look darker in the low pub lights.

“It’s like that, is it, love?” His voice deepens, pitched low for you only.

“Could be, if you want?”

“What kind of a question is that? Of course.”

He scoffs, thanking the bartender when he drops the pair of pints by your elbow. You hand one over to the mischievous man perched at at your side, his free hand working its way upwards from your knee.

“What’s a successful season then? Twenty goals?”

“Twenty? How about fifteen?” He counters, and you can’t help but laugh at his lowball offer.

“No, don’t be ridiculous, what will that prove? I’ll meet you in the middle at eighteen.”

“Alright love. Eighteen goals. What do I get when I win? Give it to me in detail.”

His fingers are hooking themselves into the edge of your back pocket, his sharp blue eyes trained on you intently.

You’re about to respond when somewhere further down the bar a glass shatters amid a round of shouting. It startles you and has John’s head jerking up, looking for the source. His palm settles on your upper thigh, keeping you in place as he slides off his stool, standing beside you. The disturbance is soon smoothed over, but John doesn’t return to his seat, hovering at your side instead. You know from prior experience he won’t key down if you stay at the rail of the bar as the volume only seems to be going up inside. The evening crowd is filtering in, younger and louder than either of you these days. You rest your hand on his chest, getting his attention back from the crowd.

“Do you want to go outside and finish these?” You hold up your nearly full pint and John’s nodding before you set it down again. He shrugs into his jacket again and you do the same, slinging your purse over your shoulder after sliding cash under one of the empty pint glasses to settle the tab. You grab your pint and follow John as he cuts a swath through the pub to the heaters set up out front for the smoking crowd.

It's quieter out here and the cool air gives you an excuse to press into John’s solid form. He’s still on edge but doesn’t pull away when you wrap his arm around your shoulders. You drink your pint as you try to ease him back into a conversation.

“What about our bet? You want to shake on it to seal the deal?” You redirect him to your previous conversation, hoping the lure of sexual favours will be enough to lift his mood again. It seemingly works, because he’s squeezing you and bending to press his mouth to your temple.

“Given the nature of the deal, that seems a bit too unfamiliar, don’t you think love?”

“Depends on what we’re shaking I suppose.” You smirk, bumping your elbow into his belly gently, making him chuckle lowly.

“I’d settle for lips if you are insisting on closing this deal here and now.” John answers archly, making you smile into your pint before you shoot him an amused look.

“Mmk, fair.” You raise up on your toes and kiss him, gripping his jacket with your free hand.

John’s lips are warm, in sharp contrast to the cool winter air and you steal a second kiss before releasing your grip on his jacket.

“For luck.” You grin and he swats at your ass lazily, fondness shining in his eyes.

“Cheeky, already cheating, love.” He chastises, his big body blocking most of the other pub goers, huddled outside around the heaters.

You are grateful to be outside in the falling dark, hidden from sight so no one can see you blush at John’s hands on your body. The buzz the alcohol is giving you is blending with the heady arousal his nearness brings, making you giddy and handsy. John’s handling his alcohol better, indulgent with your hands in his shirt and jacket, picking at him.

He relaxes more but he’s still on edge, his eyes constantly roaming. As familiar as you are with John, there are still some sides of him that you don’t see often, and his agitated side is one of them. You aren’t versed enough to know what helps ease him out of it and bite your lip in thought, shifting beside him. Likely getting some distance between yourselves and the increasingly rowdy crowd would be a decent start, you can’t help but think fuzzily.

“Let’s get out of here and finish up the leftovers at home, what do you say hot stuff?”

John brings his attention back to you and tries to hide his smile at your use of ‘home’ to describe his flat. He agrees easily, needing no further convincing and you take a last sip before handing him the nearly empty glass. He finishes off his pint and stacks the glasses, carrying them back to set on the bar for the staff. You turn and wait for him, rocking on your toes in the cold, missing his warmth at your side already.

An arm settles over your shoulders again, but the angle is all wrong, too low against your frame. You jerk your shoulders up to your ears, trying to dislodge the heavy weight of the stranger’s arm.

“Hey!” Your balance is shot from the beer, and you sway unsteadily as you try to get free, pressing into the stranger’s side more closely than you would prefer.

“S’alright babe, just helping you warm up, hey?”

“Get off of me, the fuck do you think you are doing?” You elbow the strange man hard in the ribs and his arm tightens around you, dragging you closer.

“Over here, we’ve got a heater for ya’.” You can smell the booze and cigarettes on his breath, his face way to close to your own. You scrunch up your nose and try to pull out of his orbit.

“I’m here with someone, get off!”

“Ah shame, he’s ditched you, has he? Nice looking bird like yourself ought to have -“

Just as you are debating trying to duck out of his grip backwards, John’s back looking positively thunderous.

“Oi!”

The stranger is suddenly dropping his own pint with a smash as John bends his arm back in a clearly unnatural angle, forcing him to let go of you to stay on his feet as he’s physically moved off.

“Fuck!”

The drunk man yells, drawing the attention of everyone nearby. John forces him onto his tiptoes with his vice-like grip, awkwardly stepping the drunk away from you.

“Fucking hands to yourself, you worthless git.”

John’s tone is black with menace and it straightens your spine with alarm.

“Christ, it’s alright John, I’m alright.”

The last time you saw John’s face so severe was during the break-in, which makes you pause in reaching for his arm to tug him away. Your hands flutter in front of you while you desperately try to get your alcohol-soaked brain to process faster.

“Apologize!” John’s ignoring you, jolting the man’s arm and making him yelp loudly in pain.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. Didn’t mean nothing.” He half shouts and the crowd are murmuring, gossiping about what’s going on. You can feel your cheeks flame and bite your lip, anxiously twisting your fingers.

“Alright, it’s alright. We’re good.”

You try a soothing tone of voice, acknowledging the apology for the sake of the man’s elbow joint.

“What a load of shite.”

John shoves the man hard, his arm twisted back and unable to break his fall. He lands hard and heavy on his side, his shoulder at an awkward angle making him cry out. His mates rush forward to help him to his feet, talking over top of each other. You take that as your cue and wrap yourself around John’s arm before he can take a step forward.

“Please John, I’m sick of the police. Come on, let’s go home. He learned his lesson.”

You coax, taking a few steps away onto the sidewalk. He reluctantly follows, and you can feel the tension thrumming through his big frame when his hand wraps around yours.

“I would fucking hope so, the waste of skin.”

John all but spits at the crowd trying to help the drunk man and his injured arm up. None look brave enough to test their mettle against him in defence of their friend, to your silent and sincere thanks. His long strides quickly catch up with you, and then it’s you who has to scurry to keep pace with him on the walk back, his fingers firmly entwined with yours, tugging you along.

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agendabymooner · 5 months

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caught ‘em lacking ! pato o. x ofc (filo!mclaren admin!ofc)

summary: diwa j. arellano was mclaren racing’s social media admin who got along well with the drivers— and the fans love her banters despite not knowing who she was. but what if her slip up leads her to pato o’ward’s noticing her?

content warning: use of explicit language, features oscar piastri x ofc (lomi san pedro), mclaren boys x ofc banters, text messages + posts, accidental post

note: pato in an f1 car 💗🫶 so here’s pato in austin. enjoy xx

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if you’d like to get on one of my taglists, check this post out!

tagged landonorris, oscarpiastri

liked by djarellano, landonorris, georgerussell63

lomisanpedro that man has a gf btw 🤧

mclaren ong 🙏

arthur_leclerc wombat bf 😭

georgerussell63 get yourself a man who looks at you like how oscarpiastri looks at landonorris 😂

mclaren 😭😭

user1 MCLAREN ADMIN IS CLOWNING OSCAR AGAIN LMAO

oscarpiastri you are so next in my list 😐😐 liked by mclaren

mclaren of the best people ever?

tagged lomisanpedro

liked by patriciooward, carlossainz, landonorris

lomisanpedro kuya kim headass 💀 liked by djarellano

djarellano i h8 u sm 🤧 this was your idea bitch

oscarpiastri when they start talking about filipino stuff most of us don’t have any clue about 🤭🤭 liked by djarellano

patriciooward having fun with united states then? 😂 liked by djarellano

djarellano not my first rodeo in the states (haha get it- rodeo bc texas)

landonorris yes bbg put on your clown shoes 🤧🤧

djarellano lando fuck off 😩 fr

tagged landonorris, oscarpiastri, arrowmclaren, patriciooward

liked by djarellano, landonorris, oscarpiastri

user1 GIVE HIM AN F1 SEAT

user2 my booooy- that’s my boooooy

landonorris jumping up and down rn (not me)

user3 it’s okay lando we know you’re talking about admin

oscarpiastri giggling and stuff rn (not me)

user4 rip admin— cause of death: catching strays from her own employers 🤧

patriciooward hyped to be here! liked by mclaren

mclaren girl me too 🤧

user5 admin you’re not using your main acc

mclaren did i stutter

user5 i- okay

mclaren posted a story!

♡ moony’s reminder 🅶 (general): @hiraethrhapsody

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spookypete-94 · 6 months

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Take a Picture (part 2) NSFW

Sorry I know I'd post later after the first one! But the heat went out at my home and ya know... priorities.

Part 1

But enjoy!

No p in v, oral, some fingering, kissing, biting...jealousy- yada yada

scareactor!GhostxFem!reader

Y/N looked for the large man who had pinned her to the wall on her way out as she dropped off the SD card to Kate... She realized she never even knew his name. Walking to her car, she felt like she was being watched, but every glance over her shoulder, she was unable to locate the source.

This made her feel uneasy, but she had an assumption that she knew who it was. His large figure was just somehow so well hidden. Giving up, she put her car in gear and headed for home.

Slowly, she managed her night-time routine, the hour now late. Crawling into bed, she eventually found sleep after thinking of the interaction for what felt like hours.

It was around noon when she woke up again, checking her phone to multiple notifications and an email from her new employer.

"Thank you for the pictures. The success has gone wild on our social media. Our watermark has been placed on them along with her artist handle name for you social media. Please return tonight at 4 PM, same as last night." A link was then included in the email showing the album that had been shared on their multiple social media pages.

Opening it, she was in awe, not able to go through the pictures herself at the end of the night. She had no clue what she had caught. The main picture now at the top of their website is one of the nameless man she felt herself swooning for. Mid-scare, size hulking over a group, all of them cowering in fear. Her eyes traced over his muscles, the picture seized at the moment with the axe prop above his head before he was to bring it down.

Closing her eyes, she thought about being closed in by him once more. Stuck in the corner, his arms on either side of her, and his hot breath that was seeping through his mask creeping across her skin once more. The words he had spoke ringing through her head, hoping he would hold true on his promise. Unsure of how to make him follow through with it.

She ate and got ready, 4 PM not too far off from her shift start. Pulling into the lot, she found Kate outside of the briefing room.

"See my email?" she asked, her tone showing how impressed she was.

"I did!!"

"Let's have a repeat." Opening the door for her to enter. Y/N saw the room wasn't as full this time, but she was early. Yesterday, she had paperwork to go through and sign, but tonight, she had the pick of the room 6 she wanted to stand.

Choosing the back in the corner near a chair and table, she pulled out her equipment to get set up. The room eventually started to fill, workers filing in like an ant line. Her eyes would periodically look up where, at last, she locked on to the brown ones that had teased her last night. If his mask was off... she would be able to see his smirk. She would be able to tell he was happy to see her. But she didn't, and that lingering feeling of excitement and fear hit her all over again, factored from the unknown.

Watching his wide stride, her heart pounded, seeing him get closer. But nothing matched the feeling when she felt him stand behind her. She looked up at him, tilting her head back, trying to be inconspicus as she did so. However, his eyes were already down, looking at her.

"Evenin', sweetheart," he mumbled down to her in that deep voice of his. The embarrassment Y/N felt made her head quickly jolt down as she squeaked, now looking ahead. Chuckles could be heard from him, making her heart rate spike.

This briefing started out about the same, but instead of being in the main courtyard, she was on the other side of the park for the night. Learning the large man's name as Ghost finally, he would be on the main side of the park and in her area later at shift change.

"See ya' out there, kitten," was said lowly into her ear while he bent over and picked up his prop axe next to her bag.

"See you," was all she could manage to say, feeling dumb at the lack of words and her normal wit. Seems like this man just rendered her speechless.

Starting her trek to the back of the park before it opened, she was slightly sad she would not be able to see the droves of scariees come in like she did the night before... and maybe knowing that Ghost was there for the start of the night as well.

Setting up 2 cameras tonight, one on a tripod to catch groups of people going by, and another lose in her hands was her strategy for tonight. Always feeling like she did her job well, she was excited for tonight. The yelling from scarers, to the giggling fits as people ran away, allowing her to smile, distracting her from anything else. Conversations started to catch her ear, though, hearing whispers from young women and men about the large man at the front of the park. Him being the main person they had come to see. She knew instantly who they were talking about.

"The pictures looked great, but man he looks better in person."

"Did you see how close he was to us?"

"He's so hot."

Hating to admit it, but she felt so damn jealous. The attention he was giving to others, she wanted for herself. But having to remind herself this is what people pay for... and she was getting paid. Telling herself to pull her head out of her ass, she focused on her task at hand. Stopping people and asking if they wanted pictures with the actors helping time go by. Shift change finally came, and it seemed as though Ghost appeared. He brought a flood of people with him. People flocked to him, and he basked in it.

The jealousy flared up all over again, and she fought hard to reel in it's ugly green head. Grateful for the half mask she wore at least hiding her furrowed brow, but if anyone knew her well enough- they could tell by her tight lips how annoyed she was.

Glued to one spot, she stayed listening to people ask over and over again to take their picture with their "beloved hot" Ghost. Some even linking their arms around his waist or hands on his chest. Fuming. Absolutely fuming was the way to describe how Y/N felt.

It was a turn of events when Ghost pushed through the herd of people. Long strides once more to reach her. He towered down to look at her for a hot second before he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, making her let out multiple gasps. One leaving her mouth, and the dozens of others watching him carry her away.

"What are you doing!?" she asked.

"Look like you need a break," his tone coy.

"I'm getting paid for this!" Her whining was quickly silenced from a light bite that he placed on the plush of her thigh next to his head.

"I'll pay ya' for what I'm about to do if you're that worried then." He said, snagging her camera and exchanging an SD card for one that was in his pocket with the one that had her work on it.

Taking her to the back of the park, and into what looked like to be a shop on the outside but was storage for the park.

He set her down on what looked like to be an old Victorian couch, no doubt used at the park. Arms caging her head, leaning in while he lifted up the mask.

"These are mine. No one else will see them or have them." Understanding what he was implying she nodded, eyes locked with his autumn ones. Lips then locked with hers, kissing her slowly.

"Can't be getting jealous at work." The tone he was using now taunting her.

"Easy for you to say."

The thunder of his chuckle reverberated through his chest. Placing his hands on her jeans he slipped them down, she lifting herself to allow him, hand brushing against covered pussy. She gasped at his braziness, but arched with him as his hands rode up her core and grabbed the hem of her sweatshirt.

"You want to be mine then?" voice still rumbling in her ear.

"Yes." She blurted out, preparing to lift her shirt.

He smacked her hand away, laughing louder this time.

"I will take my time here, little one."

Groaning, she laid back down. Lifting the camera, he began to snap photos of her mask, t-shirt, and panties.

"Want to document everything." He said, moving her legs into the next position, angling them as he took photos lower and lower. "Ya alright with this?" He asked kindly, making sure she was comfortable.

"I am," Y/N said confidently.

Lifting her shirt, he started placing a trail of light kisses in his wake.

"What's yer name?"

This time, a light giggle left her, finding it ironic she was this far with a man who didn't even know who she was.

"Y/N."

His mouth rewarded her for her answer. He bit at her ribcage, grabbing the thin flesh, starting to suck to place a hickey. Gasping and squirming harder, he tightened his grip on her, refusing to let go.

"Well, Y/N. You're mine, and I'm yours." Fingers running across the marked flesh before snapping another photo of her bearing his mark. Leaning in, he kissed her once more, fingers running across her lips after.

"These are mine," kissing her lips deeply hands now running up her shirt.

"These are also mine," he said lightly, squeezing her breasts, removing her shirt up over head. Fingers now tracing down her tummy and to her back where he squeezed her ass.

"This is mine." Before flipping her over, a slight grunt from the shock of him being so quick about it. Large hands grabbed her hips and ran up her body. Lightly, he pushed in between her shoulder blades, pushing her into the couch. She felt his teeth once more on her skin before leaving another love mark on her left hip.

Next, he stood up beside her as he took a picture of her from the side before getting back inbetween her legs and pulled her panties down. Fingers rubbed against her flooded core.

"But this is especially mine." He near growled into her ear before slipping a finger in, making her moan. Smoothly, he used one hand to unclasp her bra, it sliding down her arms from gravity. Wiggling his fingers inside her, curling up as he did. It made her gasp uncontrollably, but his tongue pressed against her, making her squeak. Slipping another finger in as he did, his tongue lower pressing into her clit and nose angled against her ass cheek. It was a pattern he was doing frevently, moving quickly to make her cum. Promptly, she did, walls squeezing around his fingers, him slowing down. Nipping at her outer thigh once more, he flipped her over on to her back. Grabbing the camera, he took pictures of her body fully naked, but face still covered with the mask.

The peace of this position was quickly over as he yanked her legs up over the side of the couch, making her yelp. Head was now hanging off the side of the couch where her hair cascaded down to the floor, pooling at the ground.

"I got ya love," he said, calming her, fingers at the base of her jaw turning her head to the side, backing up and taking pictures of her body in this provacative position.

Y/N had never done anything like this before... let alone with someone she just met.

The intimacy from him only increased, watching him crawl to her. He tugged at the ties on her mask, it was now falling to the ground where he left it. The prop played into the art he was making. Sitting back on the ground in front of her, the camera continued to snap. She was muse completing his master piece.

"Look at me," his voice was low and seductive.

Instantly, she turns her head to look at him, completely bare before him. Watching the shutter close and open, the flash went off, and she stayed staring at where his eyes were behind the camera.

"Good girl," he crawled to her once more, quickly reaching her to kiss her long and slow. Tongues running together.

The bells ringing out to midnight, signifying the park was now closing. Everyone turning into pumpkins.

"Get dressed, get your gear." He said, popping the SD card of his into his pocket and putting hers back in.

"What??" Shocked he wasn't going further, disappointed a better term.

"Going to take ya' for dinner first 'fore I fuck ya' proper. Get dressed. I know of a 24 hour diner." Lightly tossing her clothes to her.

"Oh." The skin of her cheeks bright red, once again embarrassed from her needy behavior.

Once dressed, she flipped on her camera, making sure the images were not of her before she turned her SD card in.

"Told you, for my eyes only." He said, showing her the SD card.

Nodding once more, scurrying to drop the cards off with Kate, ready to go on this date with Ghost.

"What are you?" He asked, blocking the door smiling coyly.

"Yours"

"And I am?"

"Mine." The answer came out easy, grinning.

"Good girl."

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mintytealfox · 1 month

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What do you think about norton's 5th birthday rewards? (Like the portrait and it's clues etc.)

HEH I can finally sit down and slam down some thoughts!! 😈😈 THE PORTRAIT:

In film the direction a person is facing or going is a tell, and going from right to left (he is facing left here so its assumed he is moving right to left) that signifies negative/bad orz it pushes more negative feeling. Doesn't help that his shadow is right leaning hard up-left, giving a feeling of powerful increasing negative orz

Now the lighting! his back is to the light as he faces the darkness and that darkness is mainly shown as his alter's shadow. This makes me think that he is really leaning into that side of himself and leaving who he was behind orz

B U T

He isn't looking forward he looking more towards the 'camera'/off to the side a bit, which makes me think there is a chance that he could see something that makes him about-face/turn around towards the light, cause the light hasn't all together abandoned him, its there. Its within view even on the upper corner of the map within his sight, more so than the dark majority of the map, he isn't really looking there at the dark, he is looking up and off to the side a bit.

It makes me think that the map is his plans but the light has other ideas and catching his attention 👀

THERE IS STILL HOPE PEEPS!!!!!

THE MESSAGE:

This message makes me DIE 😭😭and that is all I have to say about it.....just kidding LOL IMMA TEAR IT TO BITS HERE WE GO

The fact that what he desires above all else is freedom ;; cause that is what the sky usually means in media FREEDOM ;;

He wants:

-the fresh air -the ability to feel the sun -and to feel the breeze -to hear the trees leaves rustling and birds chirping -being allowed to rest when he needs to ;;

All he knows is darkness ;; waking up before the sun, going underground, coming back home after the sun has already set. He only knows night life, tired life. When people are exhausted and get drunk and start showing the worst parts of themselves when they think everyone is already asleep and wont see them acting in such a way. He only knows a cruel, sad, back breaking world ;; Then down in the mines its just deep, dank, all you can hear are eerie sounds and clanking of pick axes and the occasional noise from animals brought down into the mines to check for poison air. Senses constantly on alert for any potential cave-ins or other dangers and to top it off, Norton having to deal with bullying 🙃

and even after ALL that, ALL he can think about, and truly wants, is to see the sky during the day and enjoy it

I AM SCREECHING IN AGONY

Then here is Benny's letter to Norton's dad, about the dreams he has if gold is found and all the lavish ideas that Benny thinks those riches will bring. That dream and what Benny believes money will give then enters Norton's mind. "Money is the key to freedom", and there begun the spiral orz He turned to doing anything and EVERYTHING to reach for that 'promised' freedom that he can have if he gets the money required. ;; Everything around him becomes a means to get to that desired freedom. Then once he reaches that freedom he is FREE TO BE WHO HE REALLY IS ;; So the thought process of "I have to be whatever is required now, so I can be my true free self later" ;; but that isn't how that works orz

I have found that misery is similar to money. Misery loves company, and with money there is never enough (if you don't have a healthy relationship with money) That is where the greed creeps in for Norton. He is obviously making some money, it is said that his employers were very pleased with his work. He even moves up to prospector instead of just a miner, or at least he was working on the side in secret as a prospector cause bro is LOOKING HARD for that gold. (And you can tell he knows what he is doing cause he just has to check out the area and he KNOWS that gold is not going to be there and officially crosses those areas out). So if he wasn't officially a prospector he could have become one EASY. A Prospector searches for the GOOD GOOD not just gold, we are talking valuable substances that the earth makes, especially O I L. Gold is fine and dandy but OIIILLLLLLLLLLLLLLL is where its at! If Norton wasn't so distracted by finding gold (which would have been taken by the owner of the mine anyways cause honestly why would the world be fair and let the person who found it keep it) BU T OOIIILLLLLLLLLLLLLLL can be found on land that isn't owned by anyone 👀He would need to find an attorney pretty damn quick BUT IT WOULD BE HIS and most, if not all, of the money going to HIM OH MY GOSH NORTON IS SMART!! He could have figured out a way to track down an area where oil could be found, he did that for GOLD he can absolutely do that for OIL as well and he would have wound up richer than most aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Norton knows how to sell his abilities and these people (those employers) already love his work ethic and what he can do. All he would have to do is say "I can do such and such and I have proof" those employers might trust him and say 'alright how much you need to finish this plan to get that mineral 'gold mine'. People LOOOVVEEEE the prospect of getting more money and are willing to risk it all for that reservoir of significantly MORE cash/income. So they would invest in Norton and Norton would provide and he would get his massive cut of cash along with those who invested in him LIKE HE COULD HAVE HAD AN ENTIRE OPERATION SIMPLY BECAUSE HE IS FANTASTIC AT WHAT HE DOES AAHHHH but as we all well know that is not how it went down orz aahhhhhh

He was completely blinded in that pursuit of gold and keeping it for himself that he lost himself, lost his way and even lost track of what he truly wanted, to be free. You don't need a ton of money to be free. You need enough, of course, but not heaps and heaps of it orz I think he would have been more than sufficiently happy being an actual prospector and finding mineral deposits and selling them off. Bro would ADORE being an explorer, studying the land and finding the earth's riches and moving on to find the next mineral deposit, making bank as he travels and people paying even more for his good and successful work. GOSH DANG IT 😭😭😭😭

but this is me getting all wishful thinking and living in 'ideal world' land. Setting off to find his first mineral deposit would have been risky but bro has survived worse and he is stubborn, able to live off the land, and studious enough that I haven't the slightest doubt that he would find good areas that would catch people's attention, it would take time but he could do it. There is the risk of people taking advantage but with what he has seen and learned he would likely be ready for it and end up taking advantage of THEM H A R D E R LOL

but these are just my thoughts and getting all wishful at the end here to balance out the EMO STUFF NetEase is tossing out lol

Gosh DANG I just want bro to be happy -CRYYYYY-

#identity v #norton campbell #idv #idv prospector #idv norton #identity v norton #identity v norton campbell #fool's gold #idv fool's gold #identity v fool's gold #identity v prospector #prospector idv #minty speaks #minty answers #THANK YOU FOR THE ASK #👀👀👀👀👀👀🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏#I LOVE DIGGINGGGGG AND PUTTING STUFF TOGETHER HHEHEH

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thelighthousestale · 5 months

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Career Advice with James F. Potter

"Alright, Evans?"

"Hmm," Lily replied with a quill between her teeth, not looking up from the pamphlet she was reading.

James Potter leaned in above her, the corners of his mouth curling into a smile. "What's got you so engrossed, Evans?"

Lily sighed, lifting her eyes from the pamphlet and taking the quill from her mouth. "Nothing, just trying to figure out what I want to do after Hogwarts."

"Ah, an age-old dilemma," James said with an air of mock authority, "But worry not, my dear Evans. James F. Potter is here to rescue you from the clutches of career confusion."

James cranked his head to read the title of the pamphlet Lily was holding, "The Hilgard Apothecary Apprentice Program for Medicinal Potineering," he let out an admiring whistle. "Got to be pretty swotty for that."

James plopped down on the couch beside Lily, holding a career pamphlet of his own. Lily assumed he must have just come from Professor McGonagall's office for his own career advice meeting. And, of course, wherever Potter went - so did his friends. Sirius Black fell gracefully onto the armchair across from them, swinging his legs across one of the arms of the chair as his dark hair fell into his eyes.

Remus Lupin, on the other hand, stayed standing. Lily thought he looked like he was having an inner fight about whether to sit down or crawl back into bed.

"Come on, Moony, grab some couch." Potter patted the empty seat impatiently next to him. “We have important matters of future employment to discuss.”

"Can we not?" Black groaned, "All anyone wants to talk about this past week is career advice. It is getting dreadfully boring."

"Everyone but Moony, I don't think I've heard him talk about his plans after Hogwarts once."

"Err.." Remus was looking at his shoes, avoiding eye contact with his friends, "There isn't much to talk about. I think I'll just go to the dorm, I am very tired."

"Come on Moony, you are top in Care of Magical Creatures as well as your strong Defense marks, plus you're a fucking prefect, and you tutor all those first years! There is plenty to talk about! You could walk into any job you want!"

"You know none of that matters." Remus gave James a pointed look. "And I don't want to talk about it."

"Listen, Remus," James was insistent and staring his friend down "I will do everything I can to ensure you get whatever job you want. You're a hard worker and one of the nicest blokes I've ever met. And if the worst-case scenario happens, I'll make sure you're OK. You know that right?"

"I just can't think about anything right now, I'm going to --"

"This is nonsense! Remus, your little problem shouldn't stop you from --"

"Lay off it, James" Sirius interjected. "Let Remus go nap before he passes out on his feet again." James waved his hand in the air as if to give Remus permission to retreat to his bed. With a tired "see you later" Remus wearily walked up the stairs to his dorm.

"Does he really think his illness will prevent him from getting a job? That's awful!" Lily couldn't help but voice her concern. Lily didn't know exactly what his illness was (though Severus has his theories, and she didn't appreciate his disgust at the idea he proposed) but she knew Remus and the idea that he felt his future was already decided against him upset her. Remus didn't deserve to feel judged like that.

"Don't worry Evans, he'll be fine," James assured Lily. "Remus can't help but be a bit self-loathing now and then but he's my friend and I'll make sure he's OK."

"Come on, Prongs, I meant it when I said this career talk was boring." Sirius tossed a pillow from his chair at James.

Ignoring his best friend, James leaned forward towards Lily, a spark of excitement in his hazel eyes. "So medicinal potions? That's quite the goal, Evans."

"Professor Slughorn suggested it. When I was a little girl, I wanted to be a nurse, like my mum was during the war, but I had no clue about magical careers. Brewing potions for the hospital sounds interesting." Lily bit her lip and furrowed her brow. "The wizarding world is funny though. In the muggle world, you'd go on to more specialized schools or universities to qualify for a career. Here it's all about connections and apprenticeships. It's very overwhelming for those of us who grew up in the muggle world."

"If you really are intersted in becoming a potions master I could introduce you to my dad." James suggested, "He's a renowned potioneer. I'm sure he could help you get an internship."

"Oh no! That is not necessary! Please don't bother him!" The last thing Lily wanted was to owe a favor to James Potter.

"It won't be a problem at all though! He sold his company a few decades ago so he has lots of time on his hands but he still belongs to some potion societies and keeps up with the top potioneers in the field. He loves helping young people get started. He'd be thrilled to be asked!"

Sirius, who had been twirling his wand between his fingers, looked up at Lily. "Fleamont's a good guy, very principled. He won't help if he thinks you're not qualified. You should let James write you an introduction."

"I'll think about it... Speaking of qualifications," Lily wanted to change the subject as the thought of Potter asking his father to help her get an internship ignited an odd fluttering sense in her stomach and a small heat rise to her cheeks. It was all very confusing. "What about you, Black? Any career aspirations?"

Sirius merely shrugged "All I know is I'm not keen on the Ministry. Wouldn't take their gold for anything."

"Well, what do you like? What are your hobbies?" Lily always thought Black was a bit of a mystery. A certifiable genius, everyone knew that, and while Lily had seen him take pride in his top marks in every class her took, Lily also knew he had issues with authority and would rather spend his time outside than in a classroom. And while every breath he took exhibited his aristocratic upbringing and he walked around with an air of unshakable privilege, He was in Gryffindor while the rest of his family was in Slytherin and Lily knew he didn't talk to his brother or any of his cousins.

"Nothing out of the ordinary astronomy, crosswords... mapmaking." He shared a sly grin with James on that last word, like it was an inside joke.

"Mapmaking? Sounds like you want to be a pirate." Lily deadpanned while James chuckled from beside her.

"What about you, Potter?" Lily asked, "You just came from your career talk. What insight did McGongall give you?"

"Well, we talked Quidditch, but much to her disappointment, I'm not sure if I want to stick with it after school. Turing professional kind of ruins the fun of it, you know?"

Sirius leaned back in his chair, a smirk on his face. "McGonagall invited Prongs to submit articles for Transfiguration Today. Wants him to start building his CV, you know."

Lily looked impressed. "Really? That's quite an accomplishment, Potter."

James straightened up, running his hand through his messy hair. "You think so? I can send you a -" but James was cut off by the appearance of Peter Pettigrew who sat next to Potter with a great heavy sigh, a stack of his own career pamphlets in hand.

"Wormtail!" James greeted his friend, "How did your talk go? Going to make us all proud by joining the ranks of the Centaur Liaison Office?"

Pettigrew just sank lower into the couch and let the pamphlets drop to the ground. His talk with McGonagall evidently hadn't gone well.

"No worries, Pete," Sirus told Pettigrew, "If you fail out of Hogwarts you can always go on the Potter Financial Support Plan like Remus."

"Speaking of Moony," James said checking his watch "We should go check on him. He probably won't feel like going to dinner this evening. If he's awake we should grab him some food from the kitchen."

"You know he won't eat anything. He never does," Sirius said as lifted himself from the dark red chair anyway and stretched his arms above his head.

"I could eat! One of McGonagall's suggestions was a cook at the Leaky Cauldron and I haven't stopped thinking about meat pies since." Peter bounced up, abandoning his various pamphlets on the floor.

As the boys bounded up the stairs to check on Remus, Lily absentmindedly picked up the pamphlet Potter had been holding when he walked in. The words on the cover caught her eye: "Legal Aid for Disadvantaged Magical Beings."

A smile teased Lily's lips as she looked up at Potter's retreating back.

#lily evans #lily potter #james potter #sirius balck #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #the mauraders #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #jily

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saltymongoose · 1 year

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Player with a child has been on my mind,, Can you imagine the amount of stress Player is going through?? They would've been completely fine being here on their own, but to bring their child to Nevada has them scrambling to keep them safe. Always keeping their child behind them and out of sight (also to block them from seeing all the gore and blood that tends to paint the place), covering their ears when a gun fight starts, etc. Thankfully, Player doesn't have to worry about protecting their kid because they've got the boys!! I'm sure Hank will have no problem tearing apart anyone who's anywhere near their location. Sanford and Deimos can definitely help with occupying the child (after hours of begging the Player to sleep and convincing them that the kid is safe) I also think the fact Sanford's a mama's boy might help ease Player lol. Doc,,, I have no clue what Doc what do honestly. Might be busy with Player discussing important things like the kid's medical history. Also maybe Phobos doesn't act too different? Just surprised to see his Player happens to have a little god in the making. Player might take advantage of this and make him swear loyalty to the child and prioritize them (and with how serious they sounded it's not like he'll disobey). Maybe he also acts as another parental figure for the kid?? Like showing them around the tower, carrying them around, letting them explore, etc. (may get a few weird looks from the staff but that's ok) I would write for Jeb and Hof but out of brain juices and the ask is already long,, I hope you still enjoy Parent! Player tho :))

!!!!PARENT!PLAYER YES! I LOVE THIS!! This is such a good idea, you're completely right; the Player's experience if their child was ripped from reality with them would be entirely different and their stress level would go up by 10^17. I was originally going to do just a straight answer for this, but I realized I had faar too much to say, so have some unofficial headcanon things instead ig. 😅

(TW: Yandere, Obsessive Behavior)

//-[The Employers]-//

From the moment you were dragged into Nevada, you kept a careful watch on whoever you were around and, more importantly, whoever your child is around. And of course, because they're the ones who brought you there, the Employers were the first to receive your scrutiny.

You didn't trust them with your kid, to put it simply, and they never really gave you a substantial reason to think otherwise. The Employers weren't even that good with other people in general, let alone innocent children, and it showed from how awkward and stilted they were around you when you had yours with you (which was almost always).

It puts them in a difficult position because while they want to shower you with attention and get to really know everything about you, you keep them at arm's length all the time; leveling them with dark glares whenever they get too close or try to give you anything. Showing clear suspicion when they do anything you deem too nice, especially with regard to your kid. You don't care about your own safety that much, but you made it clear that if anything were to happen to your little one because of them, you'd send them to whatever version of hell they go to, no matter how long it took.

If you decide to stay with the Employers (as would likely be the case if you wound up in Nevada before the events of the game), then you begrudgingly allow them some leniency in what they do. But you keep an eye on them all the while, carefully monitoring how they behave around your child. When you're not, you're actually instructing them on it, as they generally tend to treat your kid like an adult when they really shouldn't (speaking to them too roughly, ordering them around, etc).

You don't really rest and let them take care of your kid themselves; you just don't trust them to do a good job with it, so you're still kinda stressed most of the time. But at least you don't have to worry about your kid seeing any blood or gore, since all of the Employers are very careful about what occurs near you or your kid (perks of being on the AAHW's good side, you suppose).

//-[The Main 4]-//

While a part of you was honestly really hesitant to allow the boys to form a bond with your kid (they are wanted murderers after all), you eventually warmed up to the idea from seeing just how hard they worked to get your approval for such a thing. They'd ask you if you needed anything for them, even going out of their way to find little nick-knacks and toys to give to you so you could present them to your kid (it wasn't from them if it was a gift to you originally, they reasoned). Sanford made sure he could make something at least close to their favorite once in a while, to cheer them up. However, once you made it known that they could start helping you out, they put in even more effort.

Your boys don't have the luxury of keeping you away from combat at the moment, which means they have to work together with you to keep your kid blissfully ignorant while they gun down your foes from further away. Luckily you've found that your strings can cover quite a bit of distance, so you stick near Doc from a ranged position most of the time. (Good thing Deimos made some smaller headphones to block the noise of the gunfire; you didn't want their ears to be impacted too much from it.)

Hank is especially good at taking out enemies before they reach your sight-line, and you reward this with some grateful praise (maybe even a quick peck on the cheek). Which, of course, only spurs Sanford and Deimos on to try and compete, to his displeasure. But it keeps you and your child safer, which is the most important part.

However, where Sanford and Deimos really shine is with actually taking care of your kid, as you said. Deimos makes little toys and robots for them, even having them "help out" (holding flashlights and handing him things) to keep them interested. Nevada doesn't really have any children's shows anymore, but he brings out some old action movies and tamer things he watched when he was a lot younger. (You also watch along with them, which leads to a lot of inside jokes amongst the three of you.)

Sanford is generally the most "parent-like" out of the four; he worries about their nutrition and if they're getting enough sleep, and speaks with you about how they're doing mentally. He even offers to take you and your kid to go visit his family (his mother and siblings) so they have more friendly faces. He knows that Nevada isn't exactly a good place to raise a child, so he wants you to know that he supports you and that you can rely on him to take care of them if need be.

Doc is a lot kinder to you and your kid than he is with everyone else, and it shows. His tone is less stern and he even leans down so as to not appear threatening, but his behavior is mostly the same. Although, he also tries to go over human health and anatomy with you to effectively "doctor" your child, which will definitely take some time. (He's not even authorized to be a medic for grunts, so he's got his work cut out for him. It's more than worth it, though.)

They also worry about you too, since they can tell this stress is beginning to take its toll on you, so they definitely try to distract your kid so you can get some sleep. Or alternatively, they try to make you both so comfortable that you doze off together, since you know your child is safe if they're asleep in your arms. (However, you do have to admit that seeing your kid all snuggled up in the arms of a grunt four times their size is pretty adorable.)

//-[The Nexus Core]-//

It takes you very little time to realize how much the Director of the Nexus Core idolizes you, and with that comes the opportunity to make your kid more of a focal point for him too. After all, if you're such a God, then of course your own child would be a little godling, right? It made sense to you, and of course, Phobos was very easily convinced. Swearing fealty to both of you made sense, and this makes him adjust the Nexus Cores rules of conduct to show this as well.

The Nexus Core personnel are instructed to be even safer, keeping things locked and clean, and ensuring that anything dangerous is kept in special rooms that require security clearance. It was only a few steps above what they did before, but knowing that the Player's child was the reason was very odd for them. However, they find it weirdly endearing to see you be so sweet to them in the few moments any agents, soldats, or scientists catch you carefully tying your kid's shoes or giving them soft encouragements when they're nervous.

Most of the Nexus' workforce are also clones and didn't have parents themselves, so it's a very new thing to see a kid actually being raised. It makes them appreciate you a lot more, and I can see them doing little things to help you out (finding candy that they can conveniently leave for you, or keeping an eye out in case your little one gets lost).

I think Phobos would desperately want your kid's approval, so much it's actually pretty funny. He does a lot to keep them entertained, and will go above and beyond to keep them happy. Getting them dessert or expensive toys and clothes is pretty standard, but he also wants to have a genuine bond with them. It's really difficult for him because he's never been around kids, but with your coaching, it works out pretty well.

(Seeing your gaze soften as your kid hugs him makes a wide grin spread across his face. He raises an arm to invite you over, and his heart beats a little faster when you lean into his side and whisper a small thank you.)

Jebus and Hofnarr are honestly kind of shocked you have a child, to begin with. (Unless you mentioned it on your stream and Jeb heard it, but Hofnarr is still taken aback.) However, once they see how tired and stressed you are about having to raise someone in Nevada of all places, they try to formulate ways to alleviate some of that burden so you can rest.

Jeb isn't the warmest person, but he's really kind and caring in regard to your kid. It honestly makes the Nexus agents do a double-take, cause it's not like Jebediah was ever rude, but he's never acted quite like this before. You'd also say that he's a good teacher for them as well, since he places a huge priority on making sure their education wasn't very stunted by your sudden appearance in Nevada. Hofnarr also helps with this, if we're talking pre-M:PN times as well.

#tw: yandere #May or may not expand on this more later #imagine their reactions your kid ever calls one of them daddy #like: Yes. I am your father now.#this was sent in like two weeks ago I'm so sorry 💀#ask #distressedwalnut #other's art #mutuals ✨#madness combat x reader

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In all honesty how do you feel with RT shutting? For me personally as much as love RWBY (I stopped with the whole Adam situation) I can't ignore the controversy with the company and what they did to their employees.

In some ways this is bittersweet because the workers who were involved in so many projects yet at the same time that doesn't mean the company is all innocent

I have no love or sympathy for the company itself, nor do I give a fuck about the higher ups of RT who has a history of abusing their employees and other innocent people.

But like you and many others, I feel AWFUL for those employees, especially when from what I saw, they had no fucking clue that their workplace, their JOB, was being taken away without them knowing before hand.

Casey Williams only found out through a third-party tweet. A THIRD PARTY. Not her employers who she worked with for a fucking decade, some fucking post on Twitter told her that she's being laid off. That's fucked up and only adds to my disdain for the company and its upper echelon.

Nonetheless, best of luck to the creatives of RT. And to the fans of their shows, archive your favs. Save all of it before it became lost media, and do what you want now if you still have some passion for those shows. I will still work on my own art for RWBY, but it's been a run.

#answered #anonymous #rwde #rwby critical #anti rooster teeth

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American Woman (Thomas Shelby x American OC) Ch. 7: New Perspective

“Are you bloody mad?” Arthur barks at Thomas from the table. “You’re mad, Tommy! Since when do you get to decide if we let an American broad into our business?”

They must have just found out about my “promotion.” I’ve just walked out of my room and there’s already shouting. Come to think of it, the Peaky Blinders aren’t just Thomas. It makes sense that there’d be an argument over my sudden arrival.

“I agree,” John speaks up. “Don’t get me wrong, I love her as a tutor. Finn does too. I’ve never seen him so happy to learn. But we don’t know squat about where she’s from or who her family is. She could be the daughter of a bloody mayor and then the Americans will be out to get us too!”

I’m still hiding behind the corner so they haven’t seen me yet. Thomas is awfully calm to their anger and takes a puff from his cigarette.

“She’s odd, I’ll give her that. Do you know what she told me? Said Campbell interrogated her about us. Asked if she knew anything.”

Arthur groans. “That does it. We’re done for because of some soft-mouth American bitch!”

“That’s what I thought,” Thomas replies. “But then she surprised me. I was this close to choking the life right out of her and asked what she said to him. She said she never told him anything. Said it would be disloyal and betraying her employers.” I hear him chuckle. “Verena says she still owes a debt to us and won’t budge until she’s paid it off and earned enough to go back to America. Do you see where I’m going with this?”

“Not a clue,” I hear John say.

“Let’s just say that I think there’s more to her than being a simple American from New York. She’s smart.”

“And that’s abnormal?”

“You don’t understand. She knows things. Deep history, philosophy, macroeconomics. Things that most women I know aren’t fond of. She never mentioned anything about attending university. Now I say she either has peculiar interests or she’s been taught in them by her family.”

A part of me wants to come clean and tell them about my uncle but I keep my mouth shut. It would only complicate things more. If Thomas trusts me enough to allow me to be an official Shelby employee then I know I’ve earned it out of being myself. Not from mob rule.

I hear the Shelby brothers break off the conversation and head in separate directions, causing me to scramble back to my room to keep from looking suspicious. Now I pretend to peek my head out just as Arthur stomps towards the back door. When he sees me he gives me a loathing scowl.

“You may have twisted Tommy to like you.” He points to himself. “But not me. You just watch yourself, Steenstra.”

I will say I think I’ve started to grow a tolerance over the Shelby temper. Instead of shrinking away I stand steady and don’t let my eyes weaken. “I mean no harm to your family, Mr. Shelby. You forget I’m only here until I can afford to go home. Then I’m out of your hair.”

His face doesn’t change as he huffs and walks out the door. I may have won this small battle of wits but I have yet to win the war of trust. My only comfort is that he isn’t still yelling at me.

“Verena, can we do another lesson?” Finn asks as he approaches. “Maybe something with philosophy?”

I raise a brow. “I thought you didn’t like that subject, hm?”

The youngest Shelby gets a sheepish look. “Um, sort of. But when you had me read The Jungle I started thinking that maybe there’s more to it than just wishy-washy nonsense.”

“Ah, very insightful, Finn. You’re learning that there’s a deeper meaning behind the simplest things in life.” Something his brothers won’t understand. “Maybe not spiritually or religiously like your aunt and myself, but possibly through enlightenment.” I pull out a scrap piece of paper and begin making a list. “John Locke, Mary Wollstonecraft, Montesquieu… Or possibly the Age of Transcendentalism. Ralph Waldo Emerson, perhaps…”

Finn watches me curiously as I scribble down more books. “Are they all American?”

Thomas’ dislike for Common Sense (figuratively and literally) must have rubbed off on his brother.

“Not all Americans are scatter-brained lunatics, nor are Europeans the only philosophers.” I point a slightly warning finger at him. “Your brothers don’t know everything, Finn. Sometimes we can’t rely on family to tell us everything. We must go out into the world and experience things for ourselves.”

Once I’ve finished the list and decided on today’s topic we see John appear. He seems to have a softer dislike for me. Not as stern as Arthur but not as laid-back as Thomas.

“You might be Finn’s tutor but you’re still a stranger,” he mutters as he examines the cupboard.

“I’m aware of that, Mr. Shelby. What are you searching for?”

John hums and keeps looking. “Those biscuits Ada made the other day…”

Finn and I share knowing smiles. “Actually sir, I made them.”

He glances at me with a new look of surprise. “Really? How on Earth did you bake them so- so…?”

“It’s a family recipe, sir,” I smile proudly. “It was my grandmother’s. Now if you’re done belittling my credit there’s plenty more cookies in the refrigerator.”

John’s eyes soften even as his face keeps its cold demeanor as he pulls out the cookies. “Why would you store them here?”

“They stay fresh that way. Besides, I think they taste better when cooled.”

It’s charming to see one of the notorious Peaky Blinders soften up over cookies. Even Finn is trying to contain a laugh. John sees his brother snickering and he rolls his eyes.

“Yes, well… You’re still a stranger no matter how delicious your biscuits are. Finn, are you doing your studies?”

Finn nods eagerly. “We were just getting started on philosophy.”

“Philosophy?” Another voice says.

We all turn around to see Thomas leaning against the wall, no doubt sulking there listening to everything.

“So that’s your secret, is it, love? You bribe my brothers with baked goods?”

I can’t tell if he’s concerned or impressed. Thankfully Finn comes to my rescue and hands Thomas his own cookie. Once Thomas takes a bite it’s no question that he shares the same delight. Grandma always said you can’t buy happiness but you can bake it. Sadly the moment is short-lived when Thomas comes to his senses.

“Right, anyways… John, have you heard about Danny?”

As usual I tone out and head to the living room to give them privacy. Just because I’m an employee doesn’t mean I’m allowed to hear everything-

“...stabbed him.”

The faint conversation jerks me from my embroidery. “Someone’s dead?”

Thomas rolls his eyes. “I said: Danny stabbed an Italian. Now we've gotta deal with them too!”

“A friend of yours?”

He nods. “Yeah, from back during the war. He ain’t been right in the head ever since.”

“What’s the plan?” I ask cautiously.

Thomas calmly takes out his pistol and checks to see if it’s loaded. “Dispatch of him myself before they can torture his poor mind even more.”

Oh my God. He’s going to kill him. It makes my heart ache and I have to remember who I work for. Obviously Thomas is saddened to do it but I still have a nagging concern about him playing God’s executioner.

“Does he have family?” I ask softly once I’ve gathered my thoughts.

John sighs. “A wife and two sons.”

I shake my head in sadness. “Dear Lord…”

Thomas doesn’t seem to share my tender feeling because he brushes this off as if it were throwing out the trash.

“Danny’s always been a bit dazed. At least now he can die with dignity instead of another bonkers episode.”

John doesn’t dare to say anything and Finn knows too little to understand. But that doesn’t mean I’ll stay quiet.

“‘Die with dignity?’ I’m not sure having his brains blown out will be a memorable death, Thomas. Does he really have to die?”

The gangster looks up and for a split second I see something in his eyes change. “This is how it is, love. You just need to trust me.”

By now Finn’s getting bored and stands next to me awaiting our lesson. Maybe that will help me forget this melancholy feeling.

“Later I shall need an escort to take me to the library, if it’s not too much to ask.”

John looks over at Thomas, who just shrugs. “Why the library?”

“I have a list of books I’d like to borrow for Finn’s lessons. It shouldn’t take too long-”

“You won’t have to,” Thomas interrupts in a lazy tone.

I frown in confusion. “Pardon?”

“You won’t have to, because I can have them ordered for you,” Thomas says simply. “We’re the Shelbys, love. We don’t go borrowing things when we can buy them. Borrowing always means you’re indebted to someone, which is something we steer clear of. So what books will you need?”

He- He’s serious? My, Polly must have given Thomas a good talking to for him to have gotten so cooperative.

“I- I have a list-”

“Give it here.” Thomas holds out a hand and swipes the paper I hold out, giving it a quick read. “I recognize some of these people. What makes you think Finn needs to learn about them?”

His question sounds less harsh and more out of curiosity. Though I now understand why Thomas is apprehensive about these things. His family has seen many grim trials, so he relies on his own wits instead of those that might betray him. It’s all about seeing things through a new perspective.

“Well, John Locke is known by many as one of the most influential of Enlightenment thinkers and titled the ‘father of liberalism.’ Mary Wollstonecraft was a very influential advocate for women’s rights. Montesquieu’s The Spirit of Laws was a major contribution to political theory, and Ralph Waldo Emerson helped push the idea of transcendentalism.” I hold up a finger to stop Thomas before he interrupts. “I’m not saying that all their beliefs and teachings are perfect. I’m not saying that I agree with them or expect you to. I do think it’s healthy for Finn to be exposed to multiple viewpoints to allow him to decide his own beliefs.”

John and Thomas exchange a look that I hope means they think I’m right. John holds up both hands as if to excuse himself from the conversation and walks off to where Arthur just left. Thomas still has a flabbergasted expression as he stands up to head towards the side door, shaking his head and looking between Finn and me.

“Finn, you- You enjoy this? I thought you’d be bored to madness by now.”

The young man nods. “It’s not boring, Tommy. It’s actually fascinating. Verena’s a good teacher.”

The mention of my name drives Thomas to look me in the eye before he leaves. The icy blue eyes that once seemed to tear my confidence apart are now filled with a shadow of respect.

“That she is, Finn.” He pauses. “You’ll have your books by the end of the week.”

With that he shuts the door, leaving me proud to have risen up to become this esteemed. My quiet life at home will never compare to this. I’ll have to thank Uncle Colon for the personal lessons. How did being stranded in Birmingham get to be the most exciting thing that’s ever happened to me?

“While we’re waiting for the books, can we do a history study?” Finn asks, knocking out my thoughts.

“Yes, Finn. What era would you like to research?”

He thinks for a minute. “The American Revolution.”

A smirk slowly grows on my face. “It would be my honor, Mr. Shelby.”

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