#beano

[buttlesangel]

Heyy

Can you do Heinz x jakeys sister smut, maybe like Jakeys got all the boys over for a video or stream and the boys see reader and talk to her during the video/stream and when the boys are leaving they all think Heinz has already left but he’s actually in readers room doing yk what. And the boys go home and do a stream and ginge says that Heinz actually isn’t home and maybe jakey goes into the readers room and finds them in the act or sleeping just after,

Sorry that’s so long 😭😭

secrets ── heinz baines⋆⭒˚.⋆

pairing: heinz baines x fem!reader

warnings/contents: smut, p in v, secret sex

a/n: god i dont know what this is and it is filth for some reason, enjoy???

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requests are open and i'm happy to write whatever, hope you enjoy xx

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Your house always feels different when the boys are over. Louder. Warmer. Like the walls know they’re about to be shouted at for the next few hours.

Cables snake across the living room floor, chairs dragged into uneven lines, half-empty redbulls and buzzballs abandoned on every surface. Someone’s testing the mic levels, someone else is already arguing about something that hasn’t even started yet. The stream hasn’t gone live, but it might as well have, chat’s already feral.

You hover near the hallway, pretending you’re not watching.

“Oi,” Jakey says, glancing over his shoulder. “Why’re you lurking like that?”

“I live here,” you shoot back.

Ryan laughs at that. A soft sound, low in his chest, Irish accent curling around it like it’s got nowhere better to be. When you look at him, he’s already looking at you, relaxed in his chair, arms loose, hoodie sleeves pushed up and chewing on a piece of gum.

“Fair point,” he says. “Would be a bit mad if you didn’t.”

Chat instantly clocks it, the gazes shared.

who’s she why’s heinz smiling like that jakey ur sister kinda bad??

Jakey groans loudly. “Chat, behave. That’s my sister.”

Ryan lifts his hands in mock surrender. “Didn’t say a word.”

But his eyes flick back to you again. Every time. Like it’s instinctive.

You sit on the arm of the sofa for a bit, half listening, half scrolling on your phone. The boys shout over each other, stories getting louder and more exaggerated with every retelling. Every now and then, Ryan leans forward to say something into the mic, voice smooth and steady, accent thick enough that chat spams REPEAT THAT every time.

At some point, Jakey sends you to grab drinks for everyone.

You pass Ryan on the way to the kitchen. As you squeeze past, his fingers brush your wrist, barely there, like it could’ve been an accident.

It wasn’t.

“Careful,” he murmurs, just for you.

You glance back at him, heart doing something stupid. “You’re the one distracting me.”

His smile is slow. Knowing.

When you come back, he thanks you quietly. Not performative. Not for chat. Just you and him, eyes meeting for a fraction too long before Jakey clears his throat and starts talking again.

The rest of the stream is like that. Small moments. Lingering looks. Ryan going oddly quiet whenever you’re in the room, like he’s concentrating too hard on not giving something away. Chat notices.

why’s heinz so shy suddenly GINGE ASK HIM chazza and tays r making me piss myself

By the time they finally wrap up, everyone’s tired. Voices hoarse, jokes slowing, jackets pulled on as Ubers get ordered.

Ryan stands, stretching. “I might head off, ginge i'll see yous at home,” he says casually.

Jakey and ginge both nod without looking up. “See you.”

You don’t say anything. You just meet Ryan’s eyes. He tilts his head, barely noticeable. Upstairs.

The front door shuts. One by one, the boys leave. Ginge shouting something about going live again later. The house settles into quiet. You’re halfway up the stairs when you hear Ryan behind you.

“Thought I’d lost my chance,” he says softly.

“You didn’t even try,” you reply.

He entered quietly, closing the door behind him. The air between you was thick with unspoken words. "You were quiet tonight," he observed, sitting on the edge of your bed.

"Just tired," you lied, avoiding his intense gaze.

"Right," he chuckled, moving closer. "Is that why you kept looking at me like that?"

Your breath caught. "Like what?"

"Like you wanted me to follow you to your room," he whispered, his Irish accent more pronounced now.

Before you could respond, his lips were on yours, hungry and demanding. Months of stolen glances and subtle touches had led to this moment. His hands tangled in your hair as he deepened the kiss, and you melted against him.

"Ryan," you gasped as his mouth moved to your neck. "The boys..."

"They'll think I've left," he murmured against your skin.

His hands slid under your shirt, tracing patterns on your skin that made you shudder. You knew this was wrong, your brother would kill both of you, but you couldn't bring yourself to stop.

The sound of laughter and goodbyes drifted from the living room as the boys left. Heinz paused, listening, then smiled against your lips. "Perfect."

He laid you back against the pillows, his body covering yours as he kissed you again.

His hands were everywhere at once, grabbing the curves of your waist, touching you and caressing you, savoring you. "Been thinking about this," he breathed against your mouth. "Every time you're in the room." He tugged your shirt over your head, his eyes darkening as he took you in. "Fuckin' perfect."

You arched into him, your own hands fumbling with the hem of his hoodie, needing to feel his skin. He helped you, pulling it off in one fluid motion. The sight of him, lean and toned, a dusting of brunette hair trailing down his stomach, made your mouth water. You leaned forward, pressing open-mouthed kisses to his chest trailing up.

"Jesus," he hissed, his head falling back as your tongue reached his neck. His hands found your ass, squeezing hard through your leggings. "Get these off. Now."

You complied, shimmying out of the tight fabric until you were left in just your bra and panties. He stood for a moment, just looking, his gaze so hot it felt like a physical touch. Then he was on you again, his mouth claiming yours as he backed you towards the bed. You fell back onto the mattress, and he followed, settling between your legs.

The ridge of his cock pressed against your core through his sweats, and you rolled your hips, craving more friction. "Ryan," you whimpered, tugging at his waistband. "Please."

He chuckled, a low, wicked sound. "Eager, are we?" But he didn't tease for long. He began shoving his sweats and boxers down just enough to free himself. Your eyes widened at the sight of him, thick, hard, and flushed a deep red, the tip already beading with precum.

He wrapped a hand around himself, stroking slowly as he hooked his fingers into your panties and pulled them down. "So fuckin' wet for me," he murmured, his gaze fixed on your glistening folds. He ran a finger through your slick, then brought it to his lips, tasting you with a groan. "Taste even better than I imagined."

He positioned himself at your entrance, the blunt head of his cock nudging against you. "Look at me," he commanded, and you met his eyes, dark and burning with lust. "I want to see your face when I fuck you."

With one smooth, hard thrust, he buried himself inside you. You cried out, a sharp, pleasured pain as he stretched you open. He paused for a moment, letting you adjust, his forehead pressed against yours. "Alright?" he asked, his voice strained.

You nodded, unable to form words. "Move," you finally managed to gasp.

He didn't need to be told twice. He set a punishing pace, his hips snapping against yours with a force that made the bed slam against the wall. Each thrust drove the air from your lungs, his name a ragged chant on your lips. "Ryan, Ryan, Rya-ah…"

He angled his hips, hitting that spot deep inside you that made you see stars. "There?" he grunted, his rhythm faltering as you clenched around him. "Right there?"

You could only nod, your nails digging into his shoulders as he drove you closer and closer to the edge. "Don't stop," you begged. "Please, don't stop."

"Never," he promised, his mouth finding yours again in a messy, desperate kiss. He reached between you, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing tight, fast circles. "Come for me. Let me feel you."

That was all it took. The pleasure built to an unbearable peak, and then you were shattering, waves of ecstasy washing over you as you screamed his name. He followed you over the edge with a groan, his cock pulsing inside you as he filled you with his release.

He collapsed on top of you, his body a heavy, comforting weight. You lay there for a long moment, tangled together, the only sound your ragged breathing. Finally, he rolled off, pulling you into his arms.

"Well," he said, his voice a low rumble against your ear. "That's not how I expected tonight to go."

You laughed, a breathless, happy sound. "Me neither."

He kissed your temple, his arms tightening around you. "Jakey's going to kill us."

"Probably," you agreed, snuggling closer. "But it was worth it."

"Every second," he murmured, his eyes already drifting closed. You lay there in the dark, listening to his breathing even out, a smile on your face.

Later, much later, the house is dark except for the glow from Jakey’s laptop downstairs. He’s half watching Ginge’s stream, half scrolling on his phone.

“Wait,” Ginge says suddenly, squinting at chat. “Ryan actually make it home?”

Jakey frowns. He checks his messages.

Nothing.

“…I thought he left with you.”

Ginge pauses. “Nah.”

Something twists in Jakey’s stomach.

He stands, quiet now, climbing the stairs two at a time. He stops outside your door, hesitates, then knocks.

No answer.

He opens it slowly.

You’re asleep. Peaceful. Ryan’s beside you, arm slung protectively around your waist, face soft in sleep, hair a mess against the pillow.

Jakey stares for a long second.

“…You’re taking the piss.”

He closes the door gently and goes back downstairs.

On stream, chat's still spamming WHERE’S BEANO.

Jakey just sighs and mutters, “He’s… busy.”

[ivy-senna]

long distance lecture — Morgan (angryginge) x reader

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summary ginge was in japan. tays was on stream. the bear was minding its business. nobody was prepared for what happened next.

prompt – ginge in japan, bov house, tays stream, stuffed bear, ginge calls in warnings – none, just chaos and a very protective boyfriend word count – ~2.5k note – ginge watching the stream from japan and calling in to lecture tays is the most him thing ever 😭🎀 thank you for this request 🫶

requests are open :)

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Morgan had been in Japan for four days.

Four days of absolutely mental time zones, content that had him somewhere at hours that made no biological sense, and a group chat that had gone suspiciously quiet — which with the bov boys never meant nothing was happening. It meant everything was happening and nobody was telling him about it.

He knew them too well.

You were at the bov house. That had been the plan — Morgan not being mad keen on you alone in the flat for two weeks, you not being bothered about it either, and the bov house being the obvious solution because Tays was there. You and Tays had been best mates long enough that staying with him felt less like an imposition and more like a two-week sleepover with someone who already knew how chaotic you were and liked you anyway.

It was fine. All of it was completely fine.

Morgan was fine about it.

He was lying on his hotel bed at what his phone was claiming was a normal hour and what his body was claiming was some ungodly time in the morning, mindlessly scrolling, when he saw Tays had gone live.

He clicked on it without thinking. Because of course he did.

Tays' usual setup. Familiar background. The easy, chaotic energy of a stream that had already found its footing — chat moving fast, the regulars showing up, Tays in his element.

And there you were.

Tucked into the corner of the sofa like you'd always lived there, legs folded under you, wearing — and Morgan clocked this immediately — his grey hoodie. The one that had gone missing three weeks ago. The one he'd been quietly looking for and hadn't mentioned because he'd suspected exactly this.

And you were holding the bear.

He smiled before he could stop himself.

He'd got it two Christmases ago. A market stall, nothing fancy — soft, slightly oversized, the kind of thing that had no business being as endearing as it was. You'd glanced at it once while they were walking past and said absolutely nothing and he'd clocked it and gone back for it without telling you. You'd had it ever since. He'd caught you with it on FaceTime once, about six months in, and you'd gone bright red and tried to hide it and he'd thought about it for approximately three days after because of how much he liked that you had it.

You were holding it now. Completely unbothered. Watching Tays' screen with the comfortable ease of someone entirely at home.

Morgan settled in. Watched the stream.

Twenty minutes in, Tays paused his game during a loading screen and glanced over at you properly for the first time.

Looked at the bear.

Looked back at you.

"Oi," Tays said. "Is that — are you holding a teddy bear?"

You looked down at it. Back up at him. "Yeah."

"You've brought a stuffed animal to my stream."

"It's not — it's a comfort item—"

"It's a TEDDY—"

"Tays—"

"You're sat on my sofa with a stuffed bear like you're six years old—"

"I'm literally—"

"CHAT," Tays said, spinning to face the camera with the full energy of a breaking news anchor, "she has brought A STUFFED BEAR onto my stream—"

Chat went absolutely mental. A wall of AWWW and crying emojis and where can I get oneand that's so cute actually and Tays reading all of it out loud with increasing theatrical energy.

"Ginge got it for me," you said, which was your first mistake of the evening.

"GINGE," Tays said, like you'd just handed him the greatest gift of his life, "got his girlfriend A TEDDY BEAR—"

"It was Christmas—"

"He bought you a stuffed animal—"

"It was a thoughtful gift—"

"I am going to absolutely batter him when he gets back—"

"Tays I will end you—"

"CHAT Ginge bought her a TEDDY BEAR—"

Chat: GINGE YOU SOFT LAD and THIS IS THE BEST STREAM and HE REALLY DID THAT and approximately a hundred laughing emojis.

In Japan, Morgan's phone was already in his hand.

Tays.

Read immediately. Then Tays, on stream, very visibly checked his phone and went slightly still.

"Oh," Tays said.

"What?" you said.

"Nothing." He put his phone face down on the desk with exaggerated casualness. "Nothing at all. Carry on."

Morgan: I've been watching for twenty minutes mate

Tays: haha hi didn't see you there

Morgan: put me on

Tays: you sure?

Morgan: Tays.

Thirty seconds later Tays was holding his phone up to the camera with the vibe of a man who had made his bed and was now lying in it.

"Alright lads," Morgan said.

Chat detonated.

GINGE IS ON and HE WAS WATCHING and RUN TAYS RUN filling the screen faster than anyone could read it.

You turned to look at the phone and your face did the thing — the immediate warmth, the smile that arrived before you'd decided to do it — and Morgan felt it from a hotel room thousands of miles away.

"Hi," you said. Soft. Just for a second before everything else caught up.

"Hi, love." Then he looked at Tays. "Tays."

"Ginge," Tays said, with the energy of a man trying to hold his ground. "Mate. I was just—"

"I heard what you were just," Morgan said. Pleasantly. The dangerous kind of pleasant. "I've been watching for twenty minutes, haven't I."

"It was banter—"

"The bear," Morgan said, completely unbothered, chat absolutely losing it in the background, "was a considered purchase. From a market. I went back for it specifically because she looked at it once and didn't say anything." He paused. "That's called paying attention, Tays. You should try it."

Chat: HE WENT BACK FOR IT which became the dominant comment for the next several minutes.

"She's laughing," Tays said, gesturing at you, grasping at anything. "She thinks it's funny—"

"She's laughing at you," Morgan said. "Different thing."

"Technically," you said, "I'm laughing at both of you."

"See," Morgan said. "She's fine. The bear is doing what it's supposed to do and she's perfectly happy." He looked at Tays with the steady energy of someone who had all the time in the world. "Don't take the mick out of her on stream, mate. Simple as."

"GINGE," Tays said, losing his composure entirely, "IT'S A STUFFED ANIMAL—"

"It's her stuffed animal—"

"You bought your girlfriend a TEDDY—"

"I bought my girlfriend something she liked and she kept it and I think that's lovely, Tays, and the fact that you're finding it funny says more about you than me—"

"I AM FINDING IT FUNNY BECAUSE IT IS FUNNY—"

"Chat," Morgan said, to the camera, completely calm, "am I wrong?"

Chat: NO GINGE and THE BEAR IS VALID and TAYS IS COOKED in roughly equal measure.

Tays put his head in his hands.

"Can I talk to her off stream?" Morgan said. "Just for a minute."

Tays held the phone out to you. You took it and wandered out into the hallway and behind you the stream continued, Tays dramatically explaining to chat what had just happened as if they hadn't watched every second of it.

The hallway. Quieter. Just you and him on the screen.

"Hi," you said again, properly this time.

"Hi, love." His voice had gone somewhere different — softer, the stream energy dropping away, just him. "You alright?"

"I'm good." You looked at the bear. "Missing you a bit."

"Yeah." He looked at you. "Same."

"The bear helps," you said. Simply. Because it did and because you'd long stopped being embarrassed about it with him.

"Good," he said. Just that. No teasing. "That's why I got it."

You leaned against the hallway wall and looked at him on the screen — hotel room behind him, tired eyes, that small smile — and thought about the market stall and the fact that he'd gone back without saying anything and how that was so entirely, completely him.

"Morgan," you said softly.

He looked at you the way he always did when you used his actual name. Just slightly different from every other time. Something that only existed in that specific combination.

"I love you," you said.

"Love you too," he said. Easy. Real. "Get back on stream before Tays makes it worse."

You laughed. "Two weeks."

"Two weeks," he said. "Goes quick."

"Does it?"

"No," he admitted. "But it sounds better."

You smiled. Pushed off the wall. "Goodnight, Morgan."

"Night, love." A pause. "Tell the bear I said hi."

You carried the bear back into the stream.

Tays looked at you. Looked at the bear. Looked at the camera.

"Chat," Tays said solemnly, "I think I owe that bear an apology."

Chat: TAYS REDEMPTION ARC and THE BEAR WON and GINGE CALLED IN FROM JAPAN FOR THIS trending in the comments for the rest of the stream.

Later that night, the stream done and the house quiet, you were in the spare room with the bear and Morgan on FaceTime properly — no audience, no chat, just him lying on his hotel pillow and you under the duvet and the easy quiet of two people who knew how to exist in silence together.

"Tays is going to make a video," Morgan said.

"I know."

"The bear will be in the thumbnail."

"One hundred percent."

"You bothered?"

You considered it. "No," you said honestly. "Are you?"

He shook his head. "I went back to a market stall for it because you looked at it once. If Tays wants to make a video about that—" he shrugged, "—let him."

You looked at him for a long moment. This daft, observant, completely devoted man who had watched a live stream from Japan and called in specifically to tell his best mate off for taking the mick.

"You're ridiculous," you said.

"You love it," he said.

You did. That was the thing. You completely did.

"Goodnight, Morgan."

"Goodnight, love."

You fell asleep with the bear beside you and him still on the screen, and neither of you hung up for a very long time.

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[penelopesworldsblog]

Heyy so this might be really bloody weird and I’m scared to request this but I thought it would be funny if like Heinz walked in on ginge and his gf , you ofc don’t have to go into major detail if your not comfortable but then after it happens ginge and his gf could be both live in his room and Heinz live in his room and Heinz tells the chat and all the other bov boys are streaming separately and laughing and joking and the twitch chat find it hilarious !! 💞

Hiya! Thanks so much for the request I had so much fun writing this! Keep the requests coming guys!

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Walk in - Angry Ginge

Ginge is halfway through kissing you when he decides, very confidently, that the house is empty.

Big mistake.

You’ve barely made it to his room before things escalate. Laughter cut short by breath, his hands firm on your waist, you tugging at his hoodie as he backs you toward the bed.

The door clicks shut.

Privacy. Or so you think.

Two minutes later

The door FLIES OPEN.

“MATE HAS ANYONE SEEN MY ” Beano stops dead.

Silence crashes into the room like a brick.

You freeze. Morgan freezes. Beano’s brain visibly short-circuits.

He takes in the scene in one traumatising second, you tangled together, clothes discarded, Ginge very clearly mid-something, the energy in the room unmistakable.

“Oh.” A beat. “Oh NO.”

Ginge groans. “BEANO”

Beano spins around like he’s been shot.

“I’VE JUST WALKED IN ON A CRIME.”

He slams the door, then immediately reopens it.

“WHY DID I COME BACK IN. AHH.” Slams it again.

You bury your face in Morgans shoulder.

“I’m never leaving this room.”

Morgan is red to the ears. “I told you he never knocks.”

From the hallway you hear Beano yelling to absolutely no one.

“IT WAS LIKE WALKING IN ON ME MA AND DA. I’M SCARRED.”

The next morning is worse.

You walk into the kitchen to find Beano already there, dramatically nursing a coffee like a man who’s seen war. He looks up at you. Winces.

“Morning,” he says. “Or should I say… aftermath.”

You choke on your drink.

Ginge groans from the fridge. “Please shut up.”

Beano shakes his head slowly.

“I just wanna let you both know… I didn’t sleep. Every time I closed my eyes boom. Trauma.”

“Ryan,” you warn.

“I’m just saying,” he continues, dead serious, “no one prepares you for seeing your mate like that. That’s someone’s son.”

Ginge throws a tea towel at him.

That night, all the Bov Boys are live together. Playing Fortnite

You’re sat just off-camera on your phone, half listening, half doomscrolling, thinking surely, surely, Ryan won’t bring it up.

He brings it up.

“So,” Beano says casually, leaning back in his chair. “Anyone ever walked in on something that permanently altered their brain chemistry?”

Chazza laughs. “What now?”

Jakey goes wide eyed “Oh no.”

Tays already knows. “He’s smiling too much.”

Beano points at Morgan.

“This man thought the house was empty.”

Morgans face drops. “Ryan”

“And I,” Beano continues, “was simply looking for a charger.”

Chat explodes.

“WAIT WHAT”

“GINGE???”

“NO WAY”

Beano nods solemnly.

“I opened the door and saw things that cannot be unseen.”

Ginge covers his face with his hoodie.

“You’re actually evil.”

You stand up.

March into frame.

“RYAN WHAT THE F”

Chat LOSES IT.

Before anyone can react, you storm straight out of the room, heading down the hall.

Beano’s confidence evaporates instantly.

“WAIT. WAIT. NO!” smack.

Off-camera chaos erupts.

On Beanos stream is now him getting his ass handed to him.

“IM SORRY" whack "HELP! GINGE CONTROL YOUR GIRLFRIEND!”

A loud door slam.

Chazza is wheezing.

“I’VE NEVER SEEN KARMA HAPPEN THIS FAST.”

Jakey looks mildly panicked “Is he alive?”

“Clip that.” clip that Tays wheezes

Ginge just sits there, smug now, hands folded.

“…She warned him.”

From down the hall...

“I’M APOLOGISING. PLEASE!”

Stream ends with Beano screaming, chat spamming crying emojis, and Ginge smiling like a man who knows justice has been served.

And somehow, everyone agrees

Ryan deserved it.

[rubi-von-screwtop]

The Beano is funny as hell for this.

[mrdilhun]

I know a few things are different, I've added a bit of my own style.

[endaplayz]

My Influence Map

OK folks... Here is the important influence Map by a guy on DeviantArt!

Horrid henry: When I was born In 2008, when I watched Ben and Holly on TV when I was the age of 3 in 2011.

Did you know?! The general story is a slice-of-life setup, featuring the main character Henry. Henry is a selfish, naughty prankster who despises authority (similar to Bart Simpson and Beano's Dennis The Menace) and will typically be faced with a problem and then will attempt to solve it, often in interesting ways that involves trickery, rule-breaking and elaborate practical jokes. Henry has a brother called Perfect Peter, who is generally the exact opposite to Henry, being kind, thoughtful, ambitious and respectful to authority. Henry bullies Peter on a daily basis.

Eddsworld:

*Sighhhhh!* Edd Gould 's Original Animated series!

A long time ago... in 2022 and 2023, I was watching Eddsworld on tiktok and youtube in my life, before he passed away in 25/03/2012, He has serious cancer when he's in the hospital after 12 years!

Peppa pig:

When I was a kid, I watched peppa pig that aired on nick jr in 2004. But I am too old for peppa pig IMO.

Angry kid:

In 2020, I was watching angry in my phone, In 1998, Angry kid was created by Darren Walsh In Aardman animations in the U.K, On youtube, Darren released a livestream called, Angry kid Livestream, In around 26 years!

The Annoying orange:

When I was little in 2013, The High Fruitose Adventures of Annoying Orange that aired on Pop at granny's house. Ever since Dane Created the show in 2009, (That's were I was born!) A funny fruit named Orange, who is always making puns over the years, He met pear at the End of the video, Since I loved that show in The 2010's, My brother loves that too!

Playmobil:

When I was younger I played my own Playmobil toys in 2015, I always LOVED a lot of figures like: A knight, A Indian and a builder!

The BEANO series:

In 2021, I read the beano comic at supervalu over the years, These comics had over a lot of artists inside!

Original date: 12/01/2024

[what-the-juck]

first drawing i ever did of the crew- my dar has super changed since

[glitterberryshortcake]

I know this isn’t usual of me to post, but I feel like I should talk about this on Tumblr as well.

Calling out Deniela / Deedee / licherallyamenace / submergedcutlery / icethelevant / or whatever other usernames they go by

She’s pretty well known in the Beano fandom / community, and has been harassing me over selfshipping with Mayor Wilbur (one of the characters in the Beano)

Context of the first image: An alt / burner account they made on DeviantArt to leave a rude comment on one of my Shannon x Wilbur drawings. (Shannon is an OC of mine that I ship with Wilbur)

Context of the second image: Them shit-talking me on Twitter.

Context of the third image: Them telling me to kms on Pinterest.

This person is 22 years old btw. A grown ass woman harassing someone over liking the same fictional character as them. Sad and pathetic. Harassing doubles is so fucking lame, especially at your grown age.

DO NOT go out of your way to harass this person back. Just block and report.