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ohmygraves · 1 month

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let me share a bit of my self insert details for cod, since i figured out i can write smth while i think about how to continue the other wips i have

with callsign "rookie", a first generation immigrant. they're the youngest between all the 141, and was recommended by laswell. still, their rank is definitely under both soap and gaz. a non-binary person, though don't mind any pronouns.

here's a few sketches of them (i made it to my likeness because, y'know, "self" insert)

the change in haircut is intentional as it should reflect my continuously changing hairstyle since my hair is a dumbass who can't make up its mind in how it should present itself.

i made a "relationship chart" to explain the dynamics of rookie with the other members of 141

gaz ⇄ rookie

gaz and rookie i'd imagine to be some kind of the ride or die best friend, which unfortunately often happened because rookie has the worst kind of luck, but just good enough that they get out of danger somehow in the last second. the kind of best friend that you could understand being so close because you'd known eachother really well. it's probably the case of them being quite similar in age (rookie is still younger though), so he took pity of them at first and happily accompany them everywhere. he knows how anxious it can be to be around something so unfamiliar and scary, and he understands how it feels to be frustrated knowing that you can't save everyone (he hopes that rookie can be more mature but for now he'd gladly sigh at their naivety).

soap ⇄ rookie

maybe because i view soap to be slightly older than gaz i feel like soap and rookie are more like siblings? i feel like if soap became best friends with rookie, he'd be too much for the poor lad. soap as best friend is a good trope but he's a wild card that he could show up at your doorstep either with a bong or a shovel, and i'm not sure if rookie can handle all that. he's a good friend, sure, but one that gaz hope that won't influence rookie too much because what is he going to do with not one but two soap at the barracks?

that being said, i think that soap treats rookie like somewhat of a younger sibling that he gets to pick on from time to time, but in a nice way. like he'd wear their stuff that he found on the laundry, strutting a booty shorts (and killing it) while he makes some coffee for himself as rookie hunts his head for sports since all their clothes get stretched because of him. or the one that tells them that price likes spicy in his sandwich causing rookie to witness price choke on a sub slathered with hot sauce, getting them in trouble. he takes advantage of their naivety in a funny way and he teaches them weird things. definitely gets him in trouble with ghost though because of that.

price ⇄ rookie

now don't come at me for being so overrated, but i see price as a father figure. if activision don't want me to commit fatherless behavior, then they probably shouldn't make him so dad material in the first place. that being said, i like to think that when price sees rookie's files and do a small "interview" with the lad, he feels like he was responsible for a new teammate. like mama hen finding a kitten and taking care of it like a chick.

he understands that rookie is very, very new to everything, and that's saying it lightly. being the youngest of the group, an immigrant, not to mention very naive made him pity the newbie, which of course made him go "dad mode" and teach them things from time to time. he has definitely been called "dad" by accident a few times by rookie, but he didn't seem to mind. didn't seem to enjoy the fact that soap's influencing them to act up too at times.

ghost ⇄ rookie

now ghost is my favorite (obviously), so this might be long. in general, ghost didn't like how inexperienced rookie is. they're in 141, working as an sas soldier, and they're going to fumble on their guns like an idiot?

preposterous, why did laswell let them in the team?

it's not like he has any say in it, and unfortunately he had to mentor them and make sure they're doing a good job (read: babysitting, as he would say), and it didn't make him feel better about it. sometimes i want to see him just grab the poor newbie and just scream at their face like "what do you want!? i can't believe someone is this bloody fucking incompetent, you might as well be a sea cucumber!" like this man would not hesitate to insult the newbie to the point that they're crying.

and he should be. he's not going to put his life in the hands of some dumbass who can't shoot right half the time.

of course, it'll take a long, long time for him to acknowledge their skill, even getting a small "passable" from him is worth celebrating. literal years to be close to him, share the fact that they're both fatherless people who used to live in an abusive household and maybe he'll start to acknowledge them (anything that's beside work ofc). little affirmation that they've gotten this far somehow even after such horrible things happening to them.

i only ever pair rookie with ghost and soap (or both of them together as a throuple) romantically, gaz is more platonic and price is more fatherly.

i know this is a different post from what i normally would post but if you're all interested in getting to know rookie more, feel free to interact. my askbox are open for requests or something a bit more casual, don't be shy. i don't bite.

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod #call of duty self insert #call of duty oc #cod oc #cod self insert #self insert #yumejoshi #yume #yumeship

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masked-siera · 7 months

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Hi sexy,

We have been married for 5 years. We got married young, even though he's 6 years older than me. He is dominant, exhibitionist and sex addict. I can't complain about anything.

Lately, i've noticed that he's been fantasizing about me and other men. He's bought several dildos. And start challenging me in some exhibitionism and cuckhold roleplay.

I've never beeb a very sexual person, but seeing my husband frustated at not being able to fulfill his desires and able to confess them to me breaks my heart.

I'd like to try became a hotwife but i'm afraid to not me able to this. And i don't know how to start. Could you help me with some tips?

So my story is similar. I love my hubby and our sexlife together is amazing just the 2 of us. But one day my hubby started doing the same thing bringing up him being more submissive and me taking on a more dominant role. This included role-playing that I was enjoying someone else or if tell him stories about ex boyfriends of mine before we got married.

The more we chatted about it and the more I saw his excitement in bed and his devotion to my orgasms and my happiness I started thinking this might not be so crazy.

Advice I would give is start small. Do the bedroom things, use dildos, create dirty talk with your hubby, talk about doing things with other men when you're using your dildos or when you're stroking him.

Then one day of you're ready to graduate from that find a friend that you trust. I'm scared to meet strangers but I meet maybe 2-4x per year with 2 trusted friends of ours. I know they're clean. I know they won't kill or abduct me and they're respectful.

Everytime I meet up with them I'm nervous but I enjoy the time because it's so naughty. I come back to my hubby with video and pics and a story and we have the most incredible sex ever. Just everything you could image reconnecting with the love of your life.

The sex I have with my hubby is loving and intimate. The sex I have with my friends is just a good hard pounding. No feelings no nothing but sexual pleasure.

I'm like you, someday I have to be reminded that sex exists but when I get shared I really let loose and have fun. Because your hubby will like it 10x more if you enjoy it.

Take your time, communicate and love eachother. Remember those other guys aren't loving you, your hubby is. This is about you 2 not all the other guys.

Hope this helps!

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cats-inthe-cradle · 2 months

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@accidental-spice @kanerallels (and anyone else who happens to like the rookie and/or psych)

I have a show recommendation for yall if ya haven't already heard of it:

The Mentalist

The main character is deeply traumatized, has a very personal vendetta/grudge against a serial killer, is great with kids, has a skill set similar to Shawn Spencer, and like Shawn Spencer cares very little about keeping with any kind of social expectations.

He works as a consultant with his found family murder investigation team (seriously this team is all he's got in life it's kinda sad but also sweet). His superiors are constantly fed up with him but keep him around because he closes cases.

Him and the team's boss (Lisbon) act like the most married couple ever (they're besties, they won't stop arguing, they trust eachother with their lives, she's so fed up with him, she would follow him anywhere).

Rigsby and Vanpelt have had a thing for each other since day one, but aren't allowed to date due to protocol. Literally everyone knows about them (he can't stop looking at her Like That it's so hecking obvious). They're very cute.

Cho is the most unfazed person ever. He's awesome. He's the 5th wheel they can't live without. He's got their backs always. Most likely to go along with Jane's crazy plans and we love him for it.

Oh yeah and the main character's name is Jane (Patrick Jane).

Anyways yeah, the found family vibes are strong. Lots of murder investigations where's its genuinely tricky to tell who's guilty (seriously at this point I've come to accept that if they're not a member of the team then they're a likely suspect). Lots of Jane not doing what he's told (and doing a lot of what he's told not to, including casually hypnotizing people). Also some good angst so far (with lots more on the way, according to my friend). There's 7 seasons (of which I'm only on the 2nd), long seasons with long episodes, so that's nice.

So, yeah. Would highly recommend if yall are interested :D lmk if you decide to watch it (or if you've already watched it by chance 👀)

#cradle stuff #cradle talks

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blainesebastian · 1 year

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shaken (ccg universe)

words: 4,104 ship: austin butler x reader summary: (anon request) “hurt/comfort request, something similar to “I got you” , maybe the next run in with asshole Pete after the fight he caused and he runs into ccg?” notes: this has a character named Pete from ‘misunderstandings & miscommunications’, it’s suggested you read that first :) masterlist is here for cgg! original masterlist on sidebar. warnings: uncomfortable situations, unwanted sexual advances for reader tag list: @killerqueenfan, @karamelcoveredolicity, @elizabethrosecresswell, @gigisworldsstuff, @stylespresleyhearted, @behindmygreyeyes

There are not many nights that you and Austin can just spend time with one another with no obligations, no pressure—at least for right now. Austin is starting to shoot a film next week and so he's invited, naturally, to a fellow cast mate's house for a party. His name is Rickson and you've met him a handful of times before, he's handsome, a great actor, and makes you feel like you belong in the world that you're just starting to dip your toes into. Not to mention he has a great girlfriend, named Peg, and both are just incredibly down to earth people. More need to be like this in the profession, in your opinion. They're similar to Austin, which is probably why they're friends too, genuine and kind, hard working. So you're looking forward to hanging out at their place, enjoying a party, enjoying your boyfriend.

You're in a flower printed skirt tonight that rides up your thighs a bit, a perfect reveal of skin and a cream lace halter top. The weather is warm out so you're definitely eyeing the patio that has a beautiful pool as Austin comes back from the kitchen and hands you a drink, lingering in the living room with groups of other people. Everyone is kinda doing their own thing, listening to music, playing pool, talking and catching up. You hum as Austin wraps his arms around your waist from behind, placing his chin on your shoulder.

"Kinda wish I would have brought my swimsuit." You say, turning your head a bit. You press a kiss to his cheek just because you can.

"I'm sure you can get by without one," He grins as you gently elbow him, "I certainly wouldn't object."

“Well I do,” You laugh, “But admirable attempt.”

It’s been a decent few hours that you’ve been here, just having drinks and swapping stories with people you haven’t seen in a while, occasionally dancing when you can get Austin to do it. Regardless of how decently packed the place is, you mostly entertain yourselves with eachother—you feel like you’re reading celebrity gossip or something, that’s the comment you see the most.

Austin Butler and girlfriend, Y/N L/N stuck to one another like glue all night—definitely not something terrible (or inaccurate) to read.

At a certain point you’re both a couple beers in (two shots of tequila) and you’re leaning against Austin’s side as he talks with Rickson about the upcoming film. It’s nothing too heavy, mostly just what they’re looking forward to and you find yourself smiling on and off because…you love watching Austin talk, especially about something he’s passionate about. He moves his hands a lot, eyes bright, more likely to laugh. It’s so easy to fall in love with him.

Eventually, you pull away to use the restroom, having a few conversations along the way with people who remind you that you’re beginning to find a place in this industry. It’s almost surreal at some points but you love getting used to it.

After washing your hands, you take a long look at yourself in the mirror above the sink, your cheeks flushed pink and your eyes slightly hazy. You smile, smoothing your fingers through your hair and adjusting your skirt so that the zipper isn’t askew.

When you open the bathroom door, you almost hit someone with it because they’re standing too close, “Oh damn, sorry.”

And it takes a long moment of this guy staring at you before he grins…and you realize who he is. It’s Pete. “Hey Y/N,” He runs a hand through his hair, swaying just slightly on his feet, having a good time too. “Long time no talk—though I guess that was the point, right?”

You remember that night, being out with Austin. You had been so furious that Pete told you your boyfriend didn’t want him speaking to you. Of course within that moment, you weren’t sure why—you were just confused at the lack of communication and essentially telling someone how to be around you. It wasn’t until much later that Austin told you the truth—that Pete was bad news, that he hit on someone else’s girlfriend and made her super uncomfortable.

Austin alluded that Pete did more than just said things he shouldn’t have.

And now you’re here, by yourself in this upstairs corridor where the bathroom is, with a slightly intoxicated Pete.

“Why you lookin’ so nervous?”

You blink, tumbling back down into your thoughts. You try a smile but it feels weird on your face, “I’m not,” You laugh lightly, “Just uh, tired. Thinking about finding Austin and heading out.”

You think that’ll end the conversation, beginning to walk past him, but he puts his arm up and kind of blocks your way. He uses his body to keep you cornered, surprisingly light and easy on his feet despite drinking. You feel like you’re moving in slow motion, always getting cut off by him when you try to pivot.

It’s then a chill works into your belly, drips like melting icicles.

“Austin, right,” He chuckles, “How’s he doin’? You know, I never thought it was fair for him to tell us to stop talkin’.”

He’s acting like they used to have conversations all the time…you’d just share hellos? Update one another on stories when bumping into one another at parties. That was it.

“I mean, you’re your own woman, right?” Pete reaches out and brushes his thumb over your cheek, “You do what you want to.”

“Don’t touch me,” You attempt to swat his hand away but that only makes him smirk.

“Aw c’mon, I remember the few parties we saw one another at…you were much more fun than this.”

It only takes a moment for you to realize that you’re in trouble, too late for you to move and knock him out of the way with momentum. Pete pushes you against the wall and you can tell he’s trying to shift you into the bathroom and a deep, terrified part of you knows that if he gets you in there…

“Stop! Let me go, Pete, stop—” You wriggle in his embrace, pushing, beginning to kick a little and you realize the more you move, the more he seems to be enjoying it. He presses himself against you, plants a kiss to your neck, pulls at your skirt. “No, stop.”

His fingers dig into your skin and you cry out in pain, fear, panic and he’s leaning so heavily into your body that you feel like you could topple over. Your hands move and try for any distraction, one moment of movement—your thumb pokes at his right eye and you stomp on whatever foot is closest to you and—

And he lets go.

Scrambling, you fall to the carpet and get up as quickly as you can, Pete laughing, more amused than anything else. You don’t bother to look back over your shoulder, rushing back downstairs to where the party is.

Shaking it off as much as you can, you push your way towards the sound and liveliness of others having a good time in search of Austin. He's not where you left him in the living room, which isn't surprising. He tends to float, walks with people as he talks with them.

The crowd gives you little comfort, admittedly you look over your shoulder every so often for Pete but…he’s not there. It feels like there’s almost a processing error inside your brain; did that really just happen?

There's panic clawing up your throat like bile from your stomach and you place a hand on your torso and take a deep breath through your nose so you don't get sick. You haven't even had that much to drink tonight but it's sitting sourly in the back of your mouth. You just want to go home. It's a kneejerk reaction to feel stupid over what's just happened even though you know it's not your fault, and you hate how a word like 'weak' starts spinning itself in your mind. Running a trembling hand through your hair, you wander up to the girlfriend of the host,

"Hey Peg, have you seen Austin?"

She turns and nods, "Yeah, he's out by the pool," And her smile kind of knocks down a notch when she gets a good look at you, "Hey are you okay?"

"Fine," You force a smile and make a b-line for the back door, sliding it open and stepping out.

Your eyes take a lap around the pool deck before you finally spot him having a conversation with a small group of people and you're incredibly thankful to the universe that it ends by the time you reach him. Your hand settles on his lower back and he turns, smiling as he sees you and wraps an arm around your shoulders. Utter relief slams into your body like a car crash and it's almost overwhelming how safe he automatically makes you feel. You lean into his side, your other hand touching his chest for a moment and you take in a soft breath to center yourself.

"There you are," Austin squeezes your shoulder, "Thought I might have to send out search and rescue."

He puts down his beer on a small table to give you his full attention, hands resting on your shoulders and moving down your arms every so often. You clear your throat, making sure your voice is steady before you begin speaking, "I think I'm ready to go, can we leave a bit early?"

Austin's eyebrows draw together and you can tell he's pushing through the soft fog of rose-colored tipsiness that both of you have had since the beginning of the night. You unfortunately have sobered up very quickly. He moves his hand to cup your cheek, "What's wrong?"

You shake your head, keening a bit out of his touch, "Nothing—I'm just...tired," You lie, "Can we just—"

"Yeah," Austin says quickly, the tone of his voice shifting almost immediately. The more he takes a look at you, the more he knows that something isn't right. "Yeah, we can go."

You nod softly, playing with the button of his shirt before beginning to pull away. You can hear the back door slide open again, noises from the party carrying on inside spilling out. When you look back up at Austin's face, his gaze has shifted to the patio door and…the blue of his eyes suddenly goes very cold. You swallow, glancing over your shoulder to see Pete grinning at table of two women wearing bikinis and ice coils around your spine. You put your hand back on your boyfriend's chest,

"Austin," There's a gentle warning tone to your voice, telling him not to get involved. He looks back down at you, his mouth opening slightly because...if he hadn't put two and two together, he certainly has now.

“What did he do?” And it’s almost funny how much his question sounds like a statement because he knows, he knows something happened without you even having to tell him. But you can’t get the words out, they’re stuck underneath your tongue.

His jaw clenches at the silence and suddenly he's moving before you can stop him, "Austin."

You can't stop the situation from spilling out in front of you, even as you follow him to...you're not sure? The last thing you want to do is get in the middle of it, you're not sure if Austin will listen. And a part of you isn't sure you want him to, either. Austin grabs Pete's shirt and yanks him away from the table that he's flirting with. While Pete is a bit bulkier, Austin's got height over him by a full head and he definitely uses that to tower over the other man,

"I told you to stay away from my girlfriend." Pete scoffs out something nasty, glancing past Austin to you, "Don't look at her, I'm the one talkin' to you."

"She's the one who can't seem to stay away from me. Maybe you need a tighter leash on your cat."

You're not sure what Austin planned to do with this confrontation but you can tell whatever it was goes straight out the window with that comment. You know right before it happens that Austin's going to hit him, a sharp noise leaving your lips as his fist connects with Pete's cheekbone. The force of it knocks Pete right back of his heels and into the pool, water splashing up over the sides. There's murmuring of people around them, someone laughing, but the party doesn't stop. Regardless of how this feels because you're at the center of it, you know this isn't the first Hollywood party in which a fight has broken out and it won't be the last. Austin knows the host personally—he'll understand.

You reach for your boyfriend's arm, gently tugging him back, "C'mon."

Austin lingers by the pool side as Pete emerges from the water, holding onto his face. It takes a moment for you to get him to really listen and then you're both moving towards the patio exit. It's a short walk around the house to where the car is parked but that doesn't bother you, even in heels, you need to stretch your legs and Austin needs to let off steam. He's quiet, simmering, the hand he hit Pete with flexing his fingers. He lets out a short breath out of his nose, unlocking the car when you manage to reach it but you don't get inside yet, just lean against the passenger door to take oxygen deep into your lungs.

"Your fingers aren’t broken are they?" You ask after a moment, curling your hair around your ear. You're mostly kidding but...you know it was a hard hit.

Austin shakes his head, pocketing the keys and taking a look at his knuckles, "No," His voice is a bit gruff but you can tell he's really working on softening it, attempting to let go of his anger, "But Pete's nose might be."

"You did not have to do that," You say quickly and Austin's voice is firm as he talks over the tail end of your sentence,

"Yes I did."

He doesn't even know what happened and you're not sure you want to tell him, not at the risk of him walking back into the party to confront Pete again. You cross your arms over your chest, biting on the inside of your cheek for a few moments as the warm air settles around you. The sound of crickets hum mixed with muffled beats of music from the house and traffic a street over. You don't want to let this ruin your night but there's leftover adrenaline puttering through your veins and you can feel your body beginning to shake. You hate that you've taken self-defense classes, that you've been through similar things before and it all ends the same way—you feeling afraid and guilty and pathetic. Some valid feelings, some not.

You run your fingers underneath your right eye even though tears haven't fallen yet, beading on your eyelashes, "I hate that I feel like this," You admit, sniffling, "You know I—I know that it isn't my fault but—" You can't get the frustrated words to leave your lips, a choked noise slipping out instead.

Austin takes a step forward, gently cupping your cheek, "Shh," He whispers, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead, "There's no but's about it, Y/N. I'm this fucking close to goin' back in there, I got plenty more to say."

"Don't," You manage to get out, your arms moving to wrap around his waist. Your fingers gather up his shirt into your hands, grounding yourself, "Don't leave me."

Austin's body goes stiff but it's gone a moment later and his arms fold you into his chest, keeping you close underneath his chin, his hands moving up and down your back, "I'm here, m'not goin' anywhere."

The sentiment mixed with his touch is enough to break you wide open, leftover emotions and panic and fear slipping right out of you. Once a few tears fall, the sobbing starts, something unlatches in your chest keeping you together and you just fall apart against him. Your legs and knees feel weak but Austin keeps you upright, squeezing you tightly, pressing his lips against your temple and continuously working his hands across your shoulders and back, through your hair. He's quiet other than the occasional 'shh', attempting to comfort you in the best way he can, just by being there. But it's more than enough, it's exactly what you needed. He pulls back just a little and cups your cheeks, removing tear tracks off your skin,

"Try and breathe baby, take one in."

You struggle through it but manage, leaning back into Austin's chest. You hide your face in his neck for a few moments, breathing him in, attempting to right yourself so you can just...get in the car with him, go home. You hear a set of footsteps approach and god, you hope it's not Pete, but then you hear Peg's voice,

"Hey Austin, is she okay?"

You shift quickly, giving her a watery smile as Austin replies, "She's alright, I got her—thanks Peg."

"Oh hun," She must have made a trip to her garage because she's carrying a bottle of wine, "Can I get you water or anything?"

You shake your head, wiping your face again and you really appreciate the concern but you feel like you can barely hold yourself upright, let alone convey gratitude. You're glad that she doesn't ask if this has anything to do with Pete ending up in her pool, either, you're sure that's all over the party by now. Luckily Austin's there, his hand gently on your shoulder,

"Thank you, we're just gonna head home. Tell Rickson I'll see him next week."

She nods and gives you one last look before turning to walk back towards her house. You swallow, leaning up from off the car and Austin opens the door for you. Before you can get in, he gently clasps your arm so he has your attention. Tipping your chin with his fingers, he presses a long kiss to your cheek,

"I love you." Austin murmurs and somehow, despite how the night has turned, makes all the difference in how you're feeling.

Home is quiet in somehow the worst way. You’ve got a pounding headache, at the very least, and you can still feel the gentle pulsing of the music playing at Rickson’s house in your veins. You can sense that Austin wants to ask, talk, but it’s the last thing you want to do. You’re trying to do your best to erase it from your mind, from muscle memory, to pretend tonight was completely normal and fun right up until you used to the bathroom. But you know that won’t last forever. Austin is giving you a respectable amount of space but…it makes sense that he wants to know, for you to tell him.

“Can you give me a few minutes?” You ask as you toe off your shoes once you get inside the apartment.

Austin nods softly, his hand trailing along your arm before he pulls away and locks the front door.

You walk into your bathroom and you hate that you find yourself upset because...as you look at yourself in the mirror, there's no noticeable difference. You expected...actually, you have no idea what you expected. No one would know unless you told them—there's no physical injuries to speak to what you've gone through tonight. Nothing that lends to the fear or frustration of Pete cornering you and attempting to manhandle you into the bathroom to—

You grip the sink for a few moments, swallowing down a bout of nausea.

Quickly changing your clothes, you also take your makeup off and try to feel like yourself again. You're not sure what'll help that—a cup of tea? A hot shower? Crawling into bed? All of them seem like valid options and yet you're too exhausted to make any specific choices. Instead, you find Austin in the apartment as he gives you space, sitting down next to him on the couch. He's in a pair of joggers, white t-shirt, hair a bit unkempt from running his hands through it. He looks over at you but doesn't touch, waits for you to initiate contact. It's small, thoughtful things like that that really solidify why you love him so much. You inch closer and lean into his side and with that he wraps an arm around your shoulders, drawing and keeping you close, pressing a kiss to your temple.

"I know this is a stupid question, but are you okay?"

A ghost of a smile tugs at your lips because you understand where he's coming from. It's not a stupid question because he cares about you and wants to know but it feels...sort of superfluous at the same time. There are no words that really fit properly.

Running a hand over the side of your face, you turn a bit in his embrace to look at him as you speak, "I just have brush burns on my knees because I—I tripped on the carpet when I was rushing downstairs. That's like—" You trail off, unexpected emotion hitting you outright in your chest. You scoff out a light sound and Austin threads his fingers through your hair, "That's it, you know?" Your voice cracks with frustration and you hope that you don't have to explain because you're not sure how to find the energy to do that.

Austin understands though, of course he does. The brutality of what you went through tonight, the vulnerability, the violation, and all that's physically left behind is red and sore knees. It royally fucks with your head because it feels like it somehow devalues your experience, even though you know that's not true? You don't need to be bruised and bloody to ‘justify’ that something happened to you.

“Do you want to report him?” He asks after a moment and…for some reason that question surprises you. Given what happened at the pool, you figured he’d insist on it. Though, it’s not exactly off brand, either, for Austin to ask your opinion.

You lift his hand that’s resting on your knee, running your thumb over his knuckle. They’re a bit red, sore looking, “I don’t know,” You admit, “He didn’t…” You trail off, trying to think of the best way to put this.

Austin squeezes your fingers of the hand you’re holding. “He assaulted you, Y/N.”

You swallow, “Well, nowhere you can see.” And you know that’s a frustrating response, but doesn’t make it any less true, “You got this film coming up too and the last thing I want is for bad publicity to—”

“I don’t care about that,” Austin replies quickly, lacing your fingers together and bringing your hands to his lips. He presses a kiss to your thumb, “I care about you and whatever decision you want to make.”

You take in a short breath, warmth blooming in your chest at Austin’s sentiments. They mean a lot—they mean everything, “You know he’s probably reporting you for punching him in the face.” And your voice is light, slightly joking.

Austin scoffs out a laugh, rolling his eyes a little, “I’d love to see him try.”

Huffing out a small sound, you shake your head, because you definitely wouldn’t. Regardless, you suppose Austin is right, something needs to be done about Pete. Afterall, you wouldn’t be able to forgive yourself if you said nothing and he did something else to another girl at a party.

You’re not sure anything will one hundred percent come from it, reporting him? But you have to try.

You lift your hand to cup Austin’s cheek, running your thumb along the bone there, “Thanks for everything tonight, even before the Pete stuff.”

He shakes his head and tightens his arm around your shoulder, tugging you a bit closer until you’re seated on his lap. You know that there’s nothing to quite ‘thank’ him for but…you know you wouldn’t have been able to get through it without him. You stretch your legs out, getting comfortable against his chest.

You’re perfectly content to spend the rest of the night there and apparently, so is Austin. He cups your cheek after a moment and kisses you, keeping you as close as he can to his body.

#austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler imagine #austin butler fic #elvis 2022 #mccall writes things #ccg

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harethere-is-art · 1 year

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Now for some REAL swatchton hcs/sketches I initially planned on having locked away

(first one is just an animation doodle I'm not quite sure I posted)

This was going to be a full on comic about an argument between swatch and spamton when big shot spamton began to especially slip and learned about the robot for the first time. One of the big tension between them is that Spamton can't fathom that Swatch can stand being a "servent". Swatch is well aware of their place as a darkner and just like their job as a butler takes pride in doing a good job. Swatch thinks that Spamton is just acting like an addison and is only obsessed with the lightner's money. But that's not what it's about for Spamton this is a nightmare. Everyone is a puppet, no one truly has a choice, they're bound to this fate and he can't accept that. It's unbelievable that swatch would accept this so readily.

But sadly after I had finished sketching ALL of the panels and ALL of the dialogue my computer died and didn't save the files, I was devastated.

Here it's mildly cannon divergent, Spamton somehow regains his body and lives in Castle Town for a bit. He's extremely reluctant to socialize with anyone except for Ralsei and Seam. Seam having known Jevil who went through a similar/parellel experience with the dark knight and Jevil's decent into madness they're the one Spamton can talk to about what happened. Spamton is obviously still his loud and admittedly overbearing and selfish but his near-death experience definitely took a toll. And he's hoping to apologize and make it up to the people he treated poorly during his big shot era

(Copied and pasted from discord(mostly fixxed some typos)

"So when spamton eventually does come back to castle town it takes a long time for swatch and spamton to get comfortable again and I imagine spamton staying with ralsei for a bit. I feel like ralsei wouldn't quite get what spamton had really gone through since ralsei is very much the kind of person to avoid uncomfortable subjects as much as possible. But the idea of ralsei trying to reunite spamton with some old friends aka the addisons and swatch really funny. Like-"Oh! Once you make up with your friends everything will be back to normal ^w^ because friends forgive eachother no matter what! ^w^" ralsei... buddy. My friend my pal it's not that easy...and a certain bird wasn't just spamton's friend."

After this it takes a LONG time for them to mend their previous relationship. Swatch is of course baffled about how Spamton is still alive, they thought he had died. But after a few years they truly reconciliate and a new romance is formed after what the both of them had gone through.

(There's still more but I'm putting under keep reading because ACK old art and angst but a [[Deal's a Deal]])

(ack, these wip is especially old- Nov of 2021) Spamton works at the cafe alongside swatch and is an overall friendly figure and loves being able to work with customers and "sell" them on their delicious food. He still has moments where he thinks he hears Mike and while he's gotten very far, some days are harder than others... But that's okay! He's made a lot of progress and now he has support he feels ok with actually coming to. Things are a lot better.

#spamton #swatch #swatchton #rosebud-doodle #thanks for helping with the lewis votes if you did!#this was also kind of nice just for myself rip my previous projects and wips #sfw #also ACK I messed up darkner and lightner first edit whoops :D

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jasontoddssuper · 7 months

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I feel like the reason so much content of the Batkids is so ooc and unrealistic and if i'm being mean straight up corny in a bad way is that the fandom dosen't understand the particular type of siblings they are.I don't mean adoptive since they're not normal adoptive siblings-in the sense that they weren't all raised together under the same roof by the same parent(s)-but found siblings,which is a very important distinction when it comes to potrayals.I'm not gonna go into detail so i don't make anyone uncomfortable and it would derail my points anyway but i'm like them in the sense that i have a shit ton of trauma that nobody else understood or sympathized with until my friends who i now see as my siblings in addition to my biological ones came along and also like them,we're not all the same age so that effects our relathionships with eachother.To elaborate by using the Batkids as examples since this post is about them:

Dick has gotten the 'Ultra Responsible Perfect Eldest SiblingTM' and 'Adult who's so goofy and sweet they're literally mentally a child/teen who can't do anything by themself' roles shoved onto him equally popularly by different sections of the fandom and yet somehow also some of the same ones.As someone who has a pretty similar position to him with his own found younger siblings,neither of those are accurate At All.He does his best to be a positive influence on the other Batkids and someone who they can turn to when they have problems but also dosen't treat them like they're his students or something rather than his family and joins in on their silly shenanigans and encourages them to do dumb kid shit because he knows they deserve to act their age and that's what a good eldest sibling is.Not an 'i'm so much better than you' robot or a manchild but someone who you can both look to for help and who's your friend .Him and the others for that matter deserve nothing else.Related to that,please erase the idea that he can't both an older sibling and a parental figure-One of my younger friend's literally calls me 'Mom' and 'Dad'.They can and do co-exist.Also this leads to accidentally treating them as younger than they are and he gets mixed reviews /lh

Jason's the edgy mean one yeah yeah but trust me,that does not mean any of the Batkids don't bully him or know they're cooler than him.In fact,that's the exact reason they do!This especially applies to Cass because trust me,they're NOT big bro and soft uwu sis-They're basically the dynamic fanon gives Jason and Tim only Cass is Jason and Jason is Tim.SHE'S the super cool goth big sibling,not him.And speaking of Jason,him and Duke are peak of playing favorites with eachother.They do everything together and share their stuff with eachother without needing to be asked and get up to weirdest shit in the middle of the night when they're low on sleep.You know that pic of a guy hacking a computer hunched over while his friend stands on his back and is on the phone?Actual Red Hood and The Signal sighting at the library at 2 in the morning(Not clickbait)

I assure you none of Tim's siblings other than Jason and Damian were ever out to get him and if they were,he would've confronted them about it like two decades ago because he has about as much tolerance for that kinda treatment as he has lack of rizz(Read:None).It's very obvious they all love him and vice versa and i'd go as far as to call it toxic and harmful to irl siblings regardless of blood relation to erase something so important to his healing from his earlier childhood trauma.I get that y'all love drama but you can't write it so maybe try parodies,your style is hilariously bad enough to fit them.Also:They definitely tease him for his stereotypical (half) white boy tastes and he plays along with it because well,what kind of detective would he be if he denied truth with proof?The awnser is a cop btw

Damian is their whole world.I love my younger found siblings so much and i'm always complimenting them and coming up with the dumbest shit to make them laugh and indulging them in their interests-Speaking of which,seeing as all the Batkids are autistic-coded and me and almost all my friends are too,they definitely all have special interests that're mostly different from eachother's but they're's always overlap and even if they don't,THEY WILL MAKE THEM.Also once again if anybody is getting jokes of how much they wanna kick his ass,it's not him but Jason.Taste of your medicine and all that

And they definitely see Stephanie as part of them and show it to her-Dosen't matter that she's not adopted by Bruce,they're vigilantes so they play by their own rules and Stephanie RULES.Oh and with the exception of formely Tim and forever Cass because they're literal soulmates by choice,none of them would ever want their relathionships with her to ever be seen in even the slightest romantic light and find the thought actively disturbing.Like dude......That's our sister,please take your leave and don't come back(Also as far as Dick is concerned,she's a literal toddler and Slade is his archenemesis for a reason)

Last thing-They definitely have a group chat because yes,that's an actual thing among siblings but it is a MESS.You know all those twitter aus of them?Yeah they don't post that shit in public ever in their life but catch them sending all that and more in The Batnest(Duke picked the name.He thinks he's a comedic genius and he's right)

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tomurasmoleunderhislip · 1 year

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~Dabi as ex boyfriend + he finds out that reader is now with Tomura years later~

-Mix of crack, angst and fluff 🦇

- Trigger warning: opinion

Also this is headcanon/short fic writing. + Ignore grammar mistakes

~This idea popped up on my mind after I wrote recently how people destroyed his characher for me so it's kind of combined to this, and self inserted but it's for everyone so yeah~

You=• Dabi=•

✧*。 E n j o y ✧*。

Let's say we were in relationship for about two years since I used to love him sm and admire him for like two years, I think it makes sense? At least to me.

Our relationship would be actually pretty good since we are kinda similar. It would be so chaotic, fun, funny, cute/hot all at same time. Later on it would fade away slowly and we would be more like good friends than lovers?

The way I picture what would our break up look like, I find it honestly hilarious, and of course a little sad. We would break up because we fell out of love, and we would meet up somewhere to talk about it

It would be something like:

"Hey, can we meet up in nearby park?" He sent a text message

"Yeah sure, why? It sounds like we have to talk about something serious, what is it?"

"It's about our relationship yeah"

"Alright I'll be there in a minute"

~Later on, when we meet up finally:

"Honestly those last three/two months seemed more like...um more like a friendship than relationship"

"Yeah, agree. We became less affectionate towards eachother.

I fell out of love not gonna lie, I'm sorry"

S i l e n c e

"Damn shit, me too"

"...."

"Damn"

"Damn..."

-again silence, than quiet snorting was coming out of both of us as we avoided eye contact 💀💀💀-

"...So break up? I mean, we can be still good friends"

"Um, I guess so and of course."

"Yeah not all exes now have to be enemies after all"

"I agree with you, I honestly want to keep up our... bond but as friendship, you know what I mean."

"Seems fine"

"Yea"

......

"Yeah"

It was pretty awkward, we would stand there staring at eachother with serious expressions which turned out minute later into trying not to smile and burst into laughter

"So McDonald's and cigarettes at roof top?"

"Fuck yea"

We would be so chill about it, and act like nothing happened since we're both pretty careless 💀💀💀

Dabi doesn't seem to me as some type of yandere, he doesn't give a shit. I find it funny when people automatically assume if characher is villain, they're all yandere now. Some people think he would murder his ex/lover, I agree and disagree at same time because it would depend.

Like I think I can picture him killing his lover/ex only if they cheated behind his back and was still in relationship with him anyway. He would be so pissed off and kill both, his lover/ex and person they cheated on him with. But I'm talking about good relationship now, not something toxic so, I can picture him after breaking up with partner which he had fine relationship with, he would be friends with them for sure. And just continue on but as friends. Sure Dabi can be asshole and prick sometimes, but in loving way too depending on a person.

Not only that, but I can also imagine him missing all that kinda, he's touch starved. He was never loved like that so it wouldn't be surprising. And I feel like he would later develop feelings again or maybe even still have them without realizing since he's not best with emotions and feelings, but that small spark which would later grow slowly. He would try to play it off for sure, ignore it, try not to think about it.

But it became impossible, he can't help but feel a bit stabbed in chest, and he would rather die and eat his own hand than admitting it for sure, so he goes on killing spree, burning random shit 💀 and probably get drunk when these kind of thoughts won't stop.

Dabi wouldn't want to ruin our friendship now, he wouldn't want me to feel uncomfortable around him because he still feels like that a little, and he assumed that I probably moved on completely now and he doesn't want to risk it. There's no going back, it's been years after all.

Two years later after our breakup, I ended up with Tomura, and when Dabi would find out about it, he wouldn't believe at first but than later he felt like his stomach dropped, and like he'll black out or something.

He would be definitely mad and jealous about it, and also a bit heartbroken because he was planning after years to ask me what I think of getting back together but it seems like it's too late now.

But he wouldn't do anything about it, because it's better that I'm with someone I'm happy with, and actually feel like that towards to. Even if it hurts, if I'm happy, than he's happy for me too. That doesn't mean he wouldn't stop with making fun of Tomura.

So like, you know I can imagine his reaction like, bawling his eyes out, jaw on floor and first thing he would say is: WHAT.?!? DON'T SHIT.. HIM? OUT OF EVERYONE ELSE?!? THAT MOTHERFUCKER HAS FEELINGS?!? CRUSTY FOUND SOMEONE??! Money will start falling off the sky. And he would laugh while saying it definitely, and joke around like: You replaced me with THAT?!? Later on he'd say he's joking, he doesn't want to go way too far with making fun of my boyfriend 💀💀💀💀 I don't know, this just sounds like Dabi.

And yeah, him and Tomura would definitely give eachother death glares/stares, even insult eachother and argue, probably would also almost or actually end up in fight if they go too far with insulting lol.

Now for Tomura, he doesn't like Dabi, he finds him really annoying and sees him as asshole of course, he hates it but at the same time doesn't mind that I'm good friends with him just as long as he doesn't get too touchy with me it's all fine. He thinks it would be stupid if he wouldn't let me be friends with Dabi, because I'm the one that chooses who to be friends with and hang out with. Tomura can get a little jealous too, can't help but overthink sometimes about it, but he trusts me and knows we won't do anything stupid.

Dabi can't help but stare from far away quietly when he would see us together. He would be so jealous and secretly in pain and probably leave later. He would be also a little protective, but that's his older brother instict he would go like: he better not break your heart, or hurt you in any way.

But he is really happy and grateful that we're good friends even after we broke up, he really doesn't want to destroy our friendship and my relationship with Tomura. I just know he would be understanding, even though it will take him more time to move on.

Hope I don't get attacked for this💀

#league of villains #tomura #shigaraki #shigaraki x reader #dabi #dabi headcanons #dabi hcs #dabi fic #dabi x reader #platonic #dabi bhna #dabi scenarios

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mr-voorhees-husband · 1 year

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ANON IM SORRRY I DID A DUMB BUT

THIS IS FOR THE ANON WHO WANTED PENGUIN N HARVEY DENT X VIRGIN READER

Also I'm sorry for being like, hella dead on here. Life's been life, to put it bluntly.

How about.. Arkham!Twoface and... Reeves!Oz

Warnings/tags: losing your virginity, soft sex, very gentle, Daddy Kink (Oz), slightly ooc Harv? Idk its my hc version so..

Reader: Gender Neutral, virgin

Arkhamverse! Harvey + Harv Dent

Good god are they soft.

They were scared that you'd yet to sleep together, but, when you finally came clean? Both were so relived they didn't even realize what you said at first.

The first one to fully react it Harv, he wasn't as worried about the 'no sex' thing as Harvey, surprisingly. So while he was relieved, it clicked almost immediately.

He chuckles and grins, taking control so he can yank you to their chest and tilt your head up with his hand, Harvery's resting on your waist, "Why didn't ya' just say so, Doll? Y'know we'll never judge ya'."

Oddly gentle for such a sleazy, rough man, but it's simply because he can understand it. He technically was a virgin too, even if Harvey wasn't. Yeah, he'd know what to do, Harvey had plenty of experience, but, he'd never actually had sex before.

The idea of you both being eachother's firsts made him giddy, already planning the perfect date night to end with you three in bed.

Harvey, on the other hand, when he comes too, is so completely awestruck. He really had expected someone else to sleep with you before him.

The fact no one had though... it's kinda hot to him. Unlike Harv, he's excited at the idea because this means he gets to mold you to be absolutely perfect for them

They both get very possessive at the idea, though. This means they'll be your only frame of reference, and if they do good enough? You'll only ever want them.

"Oh, darling..." Harvey mumbled against your skin, watching in awe as you whined and squirmed on the bed. They'd been unintentionally teasing you for what felt like hours, calloused fingers stretching you open while a rough hand rubbed and stroked your most sensitive parts. "You look amazing."

"Harrv.." You whined, hoping that maybe if the other took control, they'd finally fuck you like you'd been planning for them too.

"Yeah, dollface?" Harv muttered, moving up just a bit to kiss your chest. They didn't stop their assault, though, continuing to bring you to your third climax of the night. "What'dya need?"

"You two- please-" You almost sobbed out the words, moaning as they sped up their ministrations.

"Soon, sweetheart." Harvey promised, kissing your jaw.

"We'll fuck you real soon." Harv agreed, nipping your clammy flesh with a lovestruck grin.

Over all, extremely soft and sweet about it. When they fully take you, they're muttering praises against your skin. Harvey telling you how good you're doing, thanking you for letting him do this, while Harv is growling out how good you feel, how gorgeous you look splayed out like that

Aftercare is a must, of course. If you're exhausted, they'll carry you to the bath and help you scrub off all the sweat and cum, cooing softly as they do it. They're absolutely in love right now, literally over the moon that you'd trust them both enough to take your virginity.

The morning you have breakfast in bed and a nice planned day of relaxation and plenty of cuddles.

They secretly hope you'll want to do something else that day, something a bit more sensual, but they're happy to just have you in their arms.

Reevesverse!Oswald Cobblepot

Okay let me explain, my friend's version of Oswald literally made me simp SO hard that I went looking for an Oz that was similar. I read one fanfic of this guy and he won me over. Sorry anon I declined I was wrong this guy is such daddy material, i will gladly write for him now <3

"Hm? Oh, okay, sweet cheeks."

Yeah, that's his response. It takes him a moment to fully process it, honestly, but he doesn't tease or mock you, he never really does. Instead he urges you onto his lap, kisses you softly and goes "do ya' want daddy t' change that, sweet thing?"

Immediately after you agree though, he's giving you that smile he gets when he's made a good deal, kisses you again and softly tells you to wait here until one of the girls comes to get you.

Eventually, when one of the girls do come and grab you, you make it into your room and are pleasantly surprised to see how much Oz has set it up just for you.

He'd make it overly romantic, but, in a good way. Candle are lit, some soft music in the background (or the slightly muffled music from the club below), with nice silk sheets and champagne or wine (whatever's your preference) for when you finish.

He starts it off slow, letting you set the pace so he knows for sure how you want to handle it. Getting you to straddle his thighs, hands resting on your hips as you kiss and slowly grind down against him.

He's so unbelievably sweet, the exact opposite when he's in the club. The sleeze isn't gone, but the teasing is, giving you whatever you whine or ask for in moment. You want his mouth on your neck? He'll gladly oblige, licking, kissing, and biting every inch of skin he can reach.

Oswald has to prepare you, definitely, he may not be that long below the belt, but he's wide. He won't even humor the idea of fucking you properly until you can take at least two fingers, though, preferably three.

When you're finally nice and loose for him, though, he'll ask you softly if you're 100% sure you want this. When you agree, downright begging him to fuck you already, he gets a small, loving smile and shushes you gently.

"Go slow, sweetheart." Oswald groaned out, keeping careful hold on your thighs so you couldn't try and slam down like you wanted too. "I know ya're excited, but ya' gotta go slow so I don't hurt'cha."

"Ozzie please-" you moaned softly, trying to force him deeper inside you. "Ozzie-!"

"Shhh... C'mon baby, be patient." He urged softly, lowering you down just a bit, biting back a grunt as you clenched around him. "Daddy'll get there, he's just gotta make sure ya're not gonna hurt."

"Daddy..." You whined, being met with a kiss from your lover. He mumbled softly against your lips in Italian, letting you take more of him inside you. "Daddy please.."

"Paitent baby," Oswald smiled, kissing your lips once more, "be patient for daddy and he'll make it worth it. I promise."

Afterwards, he'll help you sip on some cool champagne, before pulling you to the bathroom for a nice shower before bed. He's way more cuddly than usual, too, large arms keeping you to his belly and chest all night long.

In the morning, he'll call you both up some breakfast, and ask if you'd let him give you oral before it gets there.

"Just a snack before breakfast, sweetheart, where's the harm in that?"

An insatiable, depraved, incredibly soft and sweet man indeed.

#two face x reader #two face #harvey dent x reader #harvey dent #arkhamverse #oswald cobblepot x reader #oswald cobblepot #oswald cobblepot 2022 #batman 2022

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deeply-unserious-fellow · 3 days

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No okay bcuz actually I DO want to explain my thoughts from this post here because I love analyzing things and I think talking abt Vox's relationships thru the lens of "this is just like Buffy fr fr" could be fun :)

FIRST OFF: VoxVal as Spike & Drusilla. I do not know their ship name and tbh I'm probably never gonna talk about them again so whooooo cares. To state the obvious, in this situation Vox is Spike and Val is Dru. Now, it's been awhile since I've watched Buffy, but from what I remember, Spike & Drusilla really are THE toxic villain couple, in that they're both like. Not very good to or for eachother, all things considered, but goddamnit they love eachother SO MUCH- which really is the generous interpretation of Staticmoth. I'm not gonna go super in depth into the fucking. Is Staticmoth abusive debate rn. Because I have one million other posts that make my stance on that pretty clear I think. But the uh... nicer interpretation of their relationship is very much Spike & Drusilla I think. Like right down to the headcannon of Vox liking how Val's shit eyesight & temper tantrums makes him kind of dependent on him. Again, could be misremembering, but based off of how Spike was w/ Dru while she was weakened(and based off of how he rebounded w/ Harmony of all people 💀), I get the distinct vibe that, despite his frustrations, Spike did like having somebody relying on him the way Dru(and later Harmony) did. Vox def seems like the type of guy that would get a kick out of feeling Needed and Relied On(why else would he literally route the entire Pride rings power grid through himself-), and Valentino is. Well. Valentino. I'm not gonna go over their interaction before Stayed Gone because it makes me ~genuinely uncomfortable~ for reasons I have, once again, gone into in depth before, but suffice it to say that it's definitely in character for Vox to be into Val relying on him like that. Oh also, like somebody pointed out in the reblogs on the original post, the reason Spike & Dru broke up from s3 all the way to their reunion in s5 is that she cheated on him and that's. Yeah that sounds about right.

And second, the Staticradio twins: Spuffy and Spangel. Why the fuck did I call them the Staticradio twins? I don't know I'm tired as shit and just used most of my brain power on the VoxVal segment now get off my back- anyways, these two are actually pretty easy to explain so I'll just get right into it! Most of the similarities between Staticradio and Spuffy can really be summed up in the song Reat In Peace from Buffy's musical episode. One-sided, obsessive crush on someone who you know deep down will probably never reciprocate. You want them to just leave you the fuck alone and stay gone(hahahahahahahahah), but they just. Aren't. Like even the bits about being a dead guy without a heart beat are spot on because Vox is a motherfuckin DEMON who is a ROBOT!!!!!!! Also the Alastor Body Pillow fanon(which IS fanon. It is. I'm sorry to say but that wasn't a thing on the Instagrams y'all-) does line up with the uh. The Buffy sex bot- it does line up with the Buffy sex bot. Anyways moving on to the Spangel section-

"You were my sire man!" - Spike, to Angel, in his introduction episode. I don't remember if this was retconned in season 5(or 6?) to be Dru siring Spike? It might've been. But for the sake of this post lets pretend it wasn't. Angel was basically Spike's mentor for a lot of their time together pre-show. They ran around in their weird little vampire polycule causing problems for everyone and life was good! Then Angel got cursed. Bro got a soul and then ran away for years without a word to anyone. Then, cut to current day, and Spike is hyped to see him right up to the point he realizes Angel has Changed. And from that point onward to two are RIVALS!!!!! Narrative foils, even. And while it isn't exactly the same as Alastor and Vox's history, it's pretty damn similar right!? Al was(presumably) Vox's friend and mentor for YEARS, like to the point of being comfortable taking a picture with him. Then something happens between them, causing a rivalry to form. Throw somewhere in the mix Al's deal & him fucking off for 7 years... it's like the same pieces being put together in a new way to make a different puzzle. Is Rosie Darla in this analogy? Unclear. Val is still Dru though. Do y'all get where I'm coming from? It's far, FAR from the same thing, like there are so many fucking differences and that's just going off of the stuff we DO know(I want to know more god I can't wait for season 2-), but the dynamics ARE similar. They're narrative foils with a deep history w/ eachother where they were probably-definitely friends, something caused them to become RIVALS, and also one of them is cursed and dissappeared for several years-

Whoo boy this got kinda incoherent- Anyways, that brings me to my brand new fun and interesting point: Vox and Spike are kinda similar characters. They're both antagonists who wanna be Big Tough Scary guys so bad, and like. They are. They are big tough AND scary. Sometimes. But for the vast majority of their screen time, their emotions, capacity for love(no matter how twisted their version of love is), and the consequences of that love going wrong continually get the better of them and cause them to look to us, the audience, like silly pathetic wet cats we found on the side of the road. Then they get Weird about it(Vox's "rivalry" w/ Angel and the. Buffy sex bot.) and we remember oh yeah this guy is EVIL! They also both wear long jackets and are bisexual :)

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imviotrash · 2 months

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I've started seeing more people appreciating Elizanne and making content of it, which I couldn't be happier about! So let me tell you how I came up with Joanne x Elizabeth, because it was actually really funny:

So I was working on my "100 yrs later" AU back in late July of 2023 and was figuring out what the individual style of each character would be.

So I worked on Joanne and later Elizabeth and it dawned on me that I gave them very similar styles (still different from one another but very similar on terms of aesthetics) and figured that they probably start being friends in my AU because of that.

So I thought a bit more about their dynamic and realized that they both present themselves very similarly, while also having a lot of contrasts.

They bounced off eachother well, TOO WELL.

It was like connecting two puzzle pieces from completely different sets, that fit perfectly with eachother.

Let me elaborate even further on that:

-Their contrasting skillsets (fencing and reading) and personalities (bubbly and timid) make for a quite interesting dynamic and also serve as an opportunity to learn more from eachother.

-Strong Gf protecting her boyfriend, need I say more?

-they're both very high femme and have a very interesting relationship with their gender, especially within such a highly gendered society. Elizabeth is struggling to be a cute girl while also being incredibly strong and Joanne is the exact opposite of that (very timid and quite cowardly). Both of them do not adhere to their gender roles to different degrees and on different levels. I think they can bond over that while also learning from eachother based on the experiences they were allowed to have, because of their gender and their individual education (-> Example: Elizabeth teaches Joanne to fence and he teaches her to dance or something like that)

-I think both of them could be a kind of "safe space" for eachother, a person where they're not afraid to be judged for being "too sensitive" or "too bubbly".

-they're both incredibly emotional and I think Elizabeth desperately needs someone she can confine in on an emotional level.

-They both have unfortunately been confronted with the horrors beyond human comprehension and I think it's nice that they can perhaps find some comfort in eachother because of it.

-I'm gonna be fr and just say that these two have some incredible fluff potential that should definitely be utilized. LET THEM BE HAPPY THEY'VE BOTH BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH!!!! I want these two to HEAL!!!

-O!Ciel is a lovely character of course, but I don't think her relationship with either of the twins is healthy, especially since they're all very young and very troubled. There isn't any open communication, she's only appreciated when she can be utilized for her skills, and other than that she's seen as more of a burden and a status symbol. Elizabeth deserves to be bubbly girly girl without having someone around her who's constantly rolling his eyes at her and truly appreciates and loves her outside of her role as a Bride and her skills. Her cute and bubbly personality is part of her character and should be loved like any other aspect of her.

- As a sucker for colour palettes it's also very nice to see a very vibrant character paired with someone with more muted colours.

-Red and pink is a very underappreciated colour combo in ships and it should be utilized more.

#TLDR: the ship is very gender #elizanne #vio speaks #that was supposed to stay in the drafts for another week 💀💀💀 nvm yall #enjoy your food a bit early

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americas1suiteheart · 9 months

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Can I ask for a Lemon x Reader bubble tea shop au?

I love this so much! If you can't tell, Lemon is one of my favourite characters to write so far. He's such a sweetheart I love him.

Your Order, Please?

[Lemon x GN! Reader Bubble Tea Shop AU]

[Notes; I realized halfway through that this was starting to look very similar to another lemon x reader that also just so happens to be a bubble tea shop au sorta thing, so I just wanna clear up that I'm not purposely "stealing," ideas or work and I'm basing it off of the request.👍]

[Warnings; One swear word is about it, this is sort of a 'the-twins-are-off-of-work' sort of thing, so no violence, blood, or death in this fic.]

You were currently working in a small Bubble Tea Cafe, it was fairly popular amongst the teens that lived within the area, but you still had some adults show up there too that were regulars. But there were so few of them that you could name them off the top of your head; Matthew, Edmund, Olive, Hannah, Ella, Jane, Jim, Scott, and the most particular name of them all, Lemon.

Olive and Hannah were best friends, Jim was a buissiness man, Jim and Scott were married to eachother, you didn't know much about Ella and Jane, and Lemon sometimes came in with his brother, Tangerine, and always got the same order.

Lemon in particular was your favourite customer to serve, he would typically come around the quieter hours that the Cafe was open, he was simple with his order, and he was funny and kept a conversation when you would make his drink, something that most people don't do either because they think its bothering or because they're on their phones.

You'd much rather people talk to you than they be on their phones.

You hadn't known much about him except that he has a brother obviously, that he's about the same age as you, and most importantly that he loves Thomas and Friends.

That's what you two would typically talk about when he came around. Though you could tell that his brother wasn't very fond of it whenever he came with him due to the annoyed look on his face. He was typically pretty quiet for the most part though.

You were currently washing the blenders off so you could have clean ones for the next customers that wanted a blended order.

Ding!

You finish drying your hands so you could get to the customer, only to turn around and find Lemon with his brother. Tangerine had that grumpy look on his face he always had, whilst Lemon had a large grin on his.

"Oh, hey guys, its always a pleasure to see you two, I'm going to assume the same thing today right?" You say, quickly making your way to the order station.

"Great to see you too, Y/n. I think I'm gonna try something different today though," Lemon says, looking at the menu.

"Alright, cool. What about you Tan, same thing?" You say, leaning on the counter.

"Yeah just the coffee bubble tea," Tangerine replies.

"Alright, Lemon, have you decided yet?" You look at him.

"What do you recommend," Lemon asks, a nervous look on his face.

"Ooh, well my favourite is the Jasmine tea with coconut milk and the jelly cubes. Its fairly herbal and fruity so I think you might like it," You say.

You could see Tangerine snicker slightly before Lemon gives him a hard nudge at his ribs with his elbow.

"Yeah I'll have that," Lemon says.

You turn around to go and make the two their drinks, them bickering at eachother before it eventually stops. This wasn't odd behaviour for the two, they seemed to fight quite often actually, so you've just learned to ignore them.

"Y/n, darling, can I tell you something," You hear Tangerine say from behind you.

"Uh, yeah sure," You say, slightly confused.

Tangerine wasn't much one to talk, at least not when he was in the shop. And when he would talk to you it was just to give you his order, which was slightly unnecessary being he got the same thing everytime. So why is he talking to you now?

"Alright, you've got to really promise not to say anything to Lemon though because he'd try to kill me,"

"Um, alright?" Now you were even more confused, what does he have to say that can't be told to Lemon?

"Okay, Lem's got a little bit of a thing for you. Never told me directly but all he ever does is go on about you constantly. If he's not trying to get fuckin' Thomas and Friends into the conversation, he's trying to get you into it," He says, in a hushed tone.

You freeze up for a second, you could feel your face and ears rapidly starting to go red.

You'll admit, Lemon was a very handsome man. He was always very well dressed, he was nice and funny, and he had that cheeky smile that could be contagious to anyone, except for Tangerine apparently.

You didn't say anything until you finished the drinks and place them onto the counter in front of him, still letting Tangerine's words process into your mind.

"Do you really think he fancies me?" You ask, furrowing your eyebrows.

"Why? Do you fancy him?" Tangerine asks, raising an eyebrow, an amused smirk forming on his lips.

"P-possibly," You stutter out, the same heat burning the tips of your ears and your cheeks.

He didn't say anything, just paid for the drinks and left with a cheeky grin on his face.

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It had been a few days since the twins had last come to the shop. It wasn't like Lemon came everyday but it worried you now being what you told Tangerine.

You were currently on your lunch break, sitting in the staff room while your co-worker was up for his shift. You munched on your sandwich and read a book to pass the time.

When it was finally up you placed your white apron back on and placed your book back into your bag, then going back into your station.

You wiped the countertop down to get rid of any wet spots your co-worker forgot to clean.

Ding!

You turn around to see none other than Lemon come in.

"Ah, Lemon! Great to see you!" You exclaim, sounding a bit more ecstatic than you would've liked.

"Do you want the same thing or something different today?" You ask, a smile on your face.

"I think I'll try something different again," Lemon says, twiddling with his fingers.

"Alright, you need time to think?" You ask.

"No, I think I've got it," Lemon replies.

"Alright, go on ahead,"

"How about a date?"

"What?" You say, taken aback.

"A date. I would like a date with you," He repeats, a twinge of nervousness in his voice.

You could feel your face burn up again once more. Curse your easiness to fluster so quickly.

"You don't have to say yes or anything its your ch-"

"I'd love to," You say, cutting Lemon off, silently cursing yourself for not letting him finish.

"R-really?" Lemon stutters, an awestruck look on his face.

"Really," You reply back.

Lemon grins widely, "Great, here's my number," He says, taking a small yellow post it out of his pocket.

"Did you have that piece of paper ready for if I said yes?" You giggle, taking it gingerly from his hand.

"Maybe," He says, sheepishly.

You chuckle before reaching next to the cash register to grab a pen and paper to write your phone number down for him. You draw a little smile face down next to your name before handing the paper to him.

"I'll text you soon," Lemon says, giving a wink before leaving the Café.

You could see him walk to his car, Tangerine in the drivers seat, as he excitedly opens the car door and shows Tangerine the piece of paper you'd given him. Tangerine gives him a smile before starting the car up and driving off.

You wondered if Tangerine told Lemon what you'd said. You'll ask him about it eventually.

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I think this might be my favourite work ever. I hope you enjoyed reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing it. Requests still are temporarily closed but should be open within the end of this week or mid next week.

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