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luvwestwood · 4 months

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"Working Overtime" - Toji Fushiguro

4,469 words.

warnings. nsfw (18+), toji is your boss, escort reader, thigh riding, p in v, spitting, toji rails you on a balcony, exhibitionism?, toji fucks you on a pile of money, mention of size difference, hair pulling, eye contact, oral sex (f receiving), creampie, praising, light aftercare

notes. corporate girlie by day, escorting by night. out of all people, who knew your own boss had to be tonights client? (ok but wealthy toji is such a refreshing experience from broke homeless smelly ass toji.)

art used is by @/yunonoai

Being able to say you work under Mr. Fushiguro meant that you were gifted of some kind. Just having the privilege to do so puts you on top of others in society.

Toji Fushiguro himself possessed a different category of wealth. Any high-rise building you walk into in the whole of New York, you could be 99.9% sure that he owns it.

Five star hotels, bars of any kind, and award-winning Michelin restaurants. Oh, you name it. This was his world and we were just living in it.

On the other hand, the Fushiguro company's pay was decent. Working conditions were way above standard. It was a luxury to work in his office, but knowing you, it just wasn't enough.

You needed more than that. Which is why you took up escorting, suggested by your best-friend one night while the two of you were intoxicated by liquor. She told you that you had the looks, the bod, and a personality anyone would die for. And lastly, you were captivating - you could have anything your way.

At first you took it as a joke. Thinking she was just being a lick ass. But surprisingly you had tried it out not long after the idea was proposed, and you ended up making almost double your annual net salary in just four months. This night job was a secret that only you and your best-friend knows about.

Of course, you worked on the weekends. Choosing to work Monday to Thursday would’ve been self sabotage.

You had more than enough money to buy whatever you want, send your mom on holiday, and you were always on top of rent. Your corporate job was just something to get through the day with rather than rotting at home.

During shifts, you and the other escorts would hang around in the night club changing rooms. Most of the girls were also strippers in the same club, but that wasn’t really your thing. So you just stayed with escorting. Your manager would just assign each of you clients, unless someone has personally booked you in.

Speaking of which, a voice came from the door frame. “Star, you have a client tonight. 9PM.” Star wasn’t your real name, it was just a fake one that you used while you escorted. It was safer, and most of the other girls did the same.

You look at Geto, your boss, in the reflection of the vanity mirror. Busy polishing up your eyeliner, you try your best not to poke yourself in the eye. “Name? And did he obey my no-home rule?”

As an escort, you did have some rules for your own service. You figured you’ve been doing this for quite a reasonable amount of time, so you made a personal rule where you’d refuse to go to a clients house. For safety reasons.

“Goes by the name.. uh… Eznin? And he did indeed. Seems like he booked in for the Ritz Carlton on 25 West. Think he’s a first time client too.” He reads the details off his tablet.

Of course, it just had to be one of Fushiguros hotels. You literally couldn’t escape that man.

The other girls in the room purred, “Aren’t you lucky.. Seems like he has money, don’t ya think?” Meimei takes a puff of her cigarette, looking at you in the mirror aswell for a response. “Maybe check for an expensive watch? I’d take it if I were you.”

“Not funny, Meimei.” She was known for stealing from her clients, you never knew how she got away with it. It even got so bad to the point that she sp¡ked a client, taking his wallet afterwards.

Getting up from the chair, you made your way behind the dressing divider, shimmying your robe off to slide on a dark blue lingerie set. Over it, you wore a simple black dress. I mean, you could never go wrong with a little black dress.

Throwing on some matching strappy heels, you stuffed your purse with some condoms and lube. And a plan B, of course.

“Your rides sorted,” Geto stood back from the door frame. “I’ll text you any further details.”

“Copy,” after spritzing on some perfume, you made your way out of the club.

An all-black SUV was waiting for you outside the entrance. Your favourite driver, Todo was standing beside the car door, smiling as you approached him.

“Hi, Todo.” You smiled as he held the door open.

“You look wonderful miss.” Todo smiles back before closing the door, walking around to the drivers side.

The car drives on, and as you were securing a secret mic in your purse, (for safety reasons but the client never knows) Todo speaks.

“Ah- Miss, not sure if I should disclose this information but your client tonight is.. very wealthy.” His leather covered hands clutch onto the wheel. “I’d be more demanding if I were you, make the most of it.”

Breaking out into a laugh, you stop fiddling with your bag, to look at him in the rear view mirror. “..Is that so?”

“Yeah… thought I might let you know.” He grins, bringing the car to a stop. Todo quickly scurries out of the vehicle before you could, opening the door for you.

“Thanks for the ride, Todo.” You slipped a $20 bill in his hand. “I’ll text you when I’m finished.”

He nods, getting back into the car as you made your way inside of the hotel.

Checking your phone for updates, Geto sent you a text with all the details around five minutes ago.

Eznin Caln 30 years old, Net worth- $307,473,297 Floor number 43, he’ll let you in.

You walked over to the elevators, luckily one was already open. Taking a look at the buttons panel, you looked for a 43. Noticing it was the last highest button, you raised an eyebrow before pressing it.

Clutching onto the straps of your purse, the doors closed. You could only look at yourself in the metal reflection, taking a few deep breaths. Of course, you made sure to send a text back to Geto to let him know you were at the hotel.

Although you were decently experienced in this job, you’d still get nervous each time you were about to meet your clients.

Setting down the fly aways in your hair, the elevator came to a halt.

*Ding!*

The metal doors opened before your eyes. Hesitant, you walked inside, the bottom of your heels tapping against the wooden floors.

“..Hello?” You peeked inside the other rooms in the penthouse, one being a mini office that seemed like someone was just there, the other being a bedroom with big windows and a balcony, overlooking the city.

A deep voice spoke behind you. “Can I help you?”

You gasp, clutching onto your chest as you turned around. “I’m so sorr- Mr. Fushiguro?!”

Your eyes widened, and his mouth wide open. He was only in a towel wrapped around his waist, his dark hair wet from a fresh shower. You couldn’t help but ogle the drops of water that decorated his muscular body.

“…Are you.. the escort?”

Unable to form words, you swallowed your spit before speaking. “I.. I am.” You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, looking down at the ground.

“Alright, make yourself comfortable.” He eyed you up and down, a mini towel in his hand to dry his hair. “Sorry you have to see me like this, excuse me while I put some clothes on.”

Is he not going to question anything?..

Your breath hitched, God, did he know I was eyeing him? “Okay..”

He turned around to go back to the bathroom, but looked over his shoulder as he was doing so. “Just call me Toji, we’re outside of work.”

You watched as Toji continued to walk away, “Well.. I’m basically working, aren’t I.” you muttered under your breath, making sure he doesn’t hear.

Looking around, you remembered that he owned this hotel. I should’ve known when I was going to the 43rd floor, he doesn’t let anyone in here.

You walked over to his bedroom, it was bigger than your own apartment. The sheets were neatly made, and a bottle of Malbec sat on a table near the window.

Placing your purse on small sofa, you removed your jacket, neatly folding it over the arm rest aswell.

You made your way to his closet, in search for a white robe. There was a robe on the hanger beside his freshly dry cleaned suits. You took it out, tracing your fingers over “The Ritz-Carlton” that was embroidered onto the front in cursive.

Sliding your dress off, you covered yourself in the robe, only the dark blue lingerie set underneath. Afterwards you tied a knot around your waist with the belt. Kicking off your heels, you placed them inside the closet, along with your dress that was neatly folded.

Although you were an escort, you made sure to clean up after yourself. You hated leaving a mess around, so you respected your clients by making sure to leave the place clean.

You could hear Toji walk into the bedroom. Closing the doors of the closet, you turned to him, and he was already busy getting the wine bottle open with a corkscrew.

Taking a seat on the armchair in front of him, causing you to be at crotch level with Toji. You watched as his arms flex each time he handled the bottle.

You noticed Toji was in a more relaxed outfit. He wore a dark grey cotton longsleeve that sculpted over his muscles like paint, with bottoms in a matching colour and fabric.

“Toji,” you called out his name.

The pouring of the wine stopped, his fingers gently pushing the glass towards you. “Hmm?”

Taking the glass by the stem, you twisted it between your fingers. “Do you regularly hire escorts?”

Toji walked over to the edge of the bed, sitting down. He sighed, looking at the city view in front of him. “No,” taking a sip, he continued. “This is my first time, actually.”

You did the same, but taking a tinier sip. You didn’t want to be tipsy while carrying out your service. It was too dangerous. “..Oh.”

Looking back at Toji, he was busy staring at the red liquid swirling around in the glass. “I dont even really know how they work.”

As you were about to take another sip, you paused. Your eyes looked at him over the rim of the glass, before placing it back down on the table.

“You can just do whatever you want with me, really.” You crossed your legs, exposing the bare skin on your thigh to him.

"I see," he nods, slightly leaning back onto the bed, using his hands for support.

"So, you made up your mind yet?" you got up from the arm chair, making your way to Toji who was on the bed. "What you wanna do?" You stood yourself between his legs, as he tried his best to hold himself back from pulling on the knot that was holding your entire robe together.

Toji's hands rested on your hips on top the robe, dangerously close to your ass. He made sure to bring you closer to him, almost pressing your chest to his face at this point. "I don't know," His free hand tugged on the knot of the belt, slowly unraveling it until the robe slid off your body. "Maybe you, if that's an option."

He could feel his cock strain against his pants as he took in the sight of you in nothing but lingerie, it felt like he was opening a present on his birthday. Blue was his favorite color.

You choked on your words at his response, he sure did have a way with his words. "I don't usually allow that, but maybe I'll let it slide tonight."

Toji caressed your wet lip with his thumb, gradually sliding it inside of your mouth as you sucked on it gently. He stops and moves you to the side by the waist, getting up from the bed.

Confused, you stay standing in front of the bed, watching Toji as he grabs something from the drawer. He eventually makes his way back onto the bed, but this time, leaning his head back against the head-board.

Toji takes out his wallet, pulling a $20 bill out and placing it on the nightstand beside him. "..Crawl over to me."

Your lashes flutter as you watched him place the bill on the night stand, you could only obey what he asked you to do. 'I'm just doing my job.. this doesn't mean anything. He will forget about this.' You constantly chanted this in your thoughts, completely disregarding the fact that he was your boss.

You crawled onto the bed, and slowly to him. Toji's eyes watched you closely making sure to tell you, "Stop," as you were just about to crawl onto his lap.

He takes out another $20 bill from his wallet, this time, two. Toji gently raised his knee, just enough for it to rub against your warm cunt that was covered by the lace panties. "Ride my leg, until I tell you to stop."

Aroused, which you are not meant to be, you couldn't help but sink yourself down onto his leg. Part of you wanted this, but you did at good job at not showing it.

You slowly started to move your hips back and forth on his lower thigh, placing both of your hands down in front of you for support. Toji's hardened cock begging to come out as he watched you closely.

If you were to lift up his top, you’d be able to see his leaking top peeking out of his waistband. The straps of your bra slowly fell down off your shoulders. Toji could almost groan at this lewd sight in front of him.

"Good girl," He did his best to hold himself back from holding onto your hips, "Keep going."

A spot on the fabric of his pants turned into a darker grey than before, your slick making its way through your panties. Nothing can be done.

Breathy moans started to crawl out of your throat, Toji noticing as you started to grind on his leg harder and slightly faster. "Stop."

You whimpered quietly as Toji retracted his leg from underneath you, observing the newly made wet spot on his pants. "Look at this mess you made all over me.."

Speechless, and breathless, you fell back onto your heels in front of Toji, he took another bill out, but this time $50.

"..I want that bra off." He slaps the bill onto the growing pile on the nightstand, followed by another 50. But he doesn't take his eyes off you. "And the panties. They're kinda annoying me now."

Doing exactly as he said, Toji's hand rested on his crotch, aching to palm himself through his pants. You slowly, but teasingly unclasped your bra, Toji clearing his throat by the time your tits were finally on display to him.

Followed by your soaked underwear, which at this point was no use. They managed to fly across the bedroom, hanging off a small statue that was on top of a console table.

He just wanted to wrap his mouth around each of them, or even motorboat your titties.

Toji propped himself up in a less relaxed position. "Lie down on your back, legs spread."

Your last sight was him before you fell back on to the bed, your head nearly hanging off the edge. Toji noticed your nipples hardened as soon as your skin made contact with the cold satin sheets. You felt the weight of the bed shift around, as Toji grabbed both of your legs by the thighs, positioning his head between them.

Squirming about, Toji peppered kisses on your inner thighs, his large hand wrapped around one of them. Wasting no time, he went straight to sucking and softly biting on your folds, using his tongue to lap at your bud until it was swollen. Moaning into your pussy, he softly massaged the flesh of your thigh, the vibrations from his grunts adding more to your stimulation.

Busy sucking away, wet noises from his tongue and the slick of your dripping pussy echoing throughout the bedroom. His hand reached behind him, then slowly went back over his shoulder. It was a $100 bill, tucked between his index and middle finger.

You were too busy hanging your head off the edge of the bed in pleasure, grabbing the sheets beside you and wrinkling them as Toji devoured you like he hasn't eaten for weeks.

The paper bill fell onto your stomach, tickling you slightly. You could feel Toji spit onto your pussy, the saliva trickling down almost into your hole before he slurped it back up, sticking his fingers in there instead. You felt them slide into you with ease, Toji swirling his warm tongue around on your clit.

"O-oh God.. To..ji." You managed to choke out a moan, your manicured hands clawing at his hair and eventually messing it up.

Letting go of your thigh, he used his now free hand to fondle with your breasts eagerly, twisting your nipples between his fingertips before giving them a slap.

One last lick on your clit, Toji removed his head between your legs, this time his whole body kneeling between them. You sneakily push up against him, his bulge through his pants grazing against your bare cunt.

Using your strength to lift your head from the edge of the bed, you watched as he took off his shirt, letting it fall onto the floor. Its neckline was soaked from eating you out earlier, but we don't talk about that.

Panting, his hands frantically rummage through his wallet. You noticed it was still bulky, as if the previous cash he pulled out didn't make any difference to the amount he had now.

Toji pulled out $1000 all in 20 bills, your eyes widening, wondering if he was serious.

"Please.. let me fuck you." Toji also sat back on his heels, $1000 in his hands as you were underneath him, fully naked. He just wanted to indulge himself in you, and if he could, he'd make this night last forever.

You slowly nodded, honestly begging to having his cock inside of you too. Before you knew it, your vision was filled with the $1000 raining down onto your body, and by your sides on the bed. He quickly pulled his bottoms down to his knees, before realising they were too annoying. He proceeds to fully kick them off.

Toji glances around the room for a condom, before you stopped him. "..Is it okay if we don't use one? ..I want to feel every inch of you."

You read his mind. "Anything you want, gorgeous."

His large hands shuffled through the pile of cash that was over your body, making sure that he could still see your tits and your beautiful face.

One hand grabbed onto your waist, and the other was used to align the tip of his cock with your hole. As soon as he slightly pushed the tip in, both of his hands were on your waist now.

Toji carefully slid in, making sure you take every inch of him. He closes his eyes in pleasure as he feels your plush walls clench around him, Tojis grip on your waist intensifying.

And, god was he big. In both cock, and Toji in general, he could destroy you if he decided to use full stength tonight.

"Y-you're too.. big," Toji not even halfway, you cry out, only wrinkling the sheets more to the point they weren't tucked into the frame hotel-style anymore.

You could feel both of his thumbs caress the soft skin of your sides as he cooed, "I know baby, I know," Toji let out a grunt as he tried to move in and out of you.

The difference of size between you and Toji made you throb, at this point he could just use his hands to fuck you on his cock back and forth like a doll in his grasp.

Toji starts to pant as he picked up the pace of his ruts, your tits bouncing, only adding to the pornographic sight in front of him.

Covering your face with your hands, you moan into them, the feeling of being full with Tojis cock was driving you mad. You could feel one hand let go of your waist, bringing it to your wrist to pull it away from covering your face.

The rustling of the cash beneath you and the sound of skin slapping echoed out into the living room from the bedroom. "Look at me when I fuck you," Toji says sternly, causing you to whimper in agitation as you did your best to keep your eyes on his.

"To..Toji.." You moan out, choking on your words as your hand grabbed onto his that was wrapped around on your waist.

"Come on doll, say my name." Turning feral, Toji pounds into you like a fleshlight. Voice shaking as you try to moan out his name, and by tomorrow you wouldn't be surprised if you lost your voice.

He comes to a halt, completely. Toji slides his cock out of you, a creamy white ring formed at the base. You whine before he hushes you. "Y'know what," He picks you up, cradling you in his arms.

You switch positions, instead you lock your legs around his waist, as the two of you made your way to the balcony door of the bedroom. Is he..

*click!*

Toji slid the glass door open, the two of you stepping out into the balcony. It wasn't cold, and you could see the still busy city carrying on with life underneath the hotel.

Suddenly, Toji peeled your legs off his waist, making you face the railing, and the city in front of you. You gasp as he roughly positioned your body, placing one leg up onto the rail, your two hands clutching onto the cold metal.

He slides into you again, but this time not allowing you to adjust. Toji immediately goes in with brutal force, your ass ripping against his pelvis as he drilled into you. On the balcony. For anyone to watch.

Toji spits again, his saliva falling onto your asshole and soon enough drips onto his cock that was continuously pounding in and out of you.

Your moans broke out into a giggle due to the ticklish feeling, Toji couldn’t help but smile at your reaction.

Both hands on your waist, Toji groans in pleasure and praises you non-stop for taking him like a good girl. His hand wrapped around your lower stomach as he felt you give in, your legs unable to support yourself. "You're doing so good for me," he whispers in to your ear, only to leave a trail of wet kisses down your back afterwards,

You moan continuously, for sure, everyone below could hear. Your hand made its way to Toji's nape, bringing him closer to you as he repeatedly fucked into your sweet spot.

"I’d do anything to be able to see a view like this one for the rest of my life," his left hand made its way down to your clit, lazily rubbing circles.

This just did it for you, lowly moaning, you let go of Tojis neck. Leaning forward, you rest your chin on the metal rail ontop of your same hands that were grabbing onto it. But a certain someone didn't let you do that.

Toji immediately grabbed you by your hair, pulling you back against his chest, taking your leg off the rail. You felt him interlock his hands around your inner elbow, suddenly fucking into you upwards as you grab onto his bicep for support.

"G-o-d Toji, please just f-u-ck your c-um into me." The enunciation of your words came out in bits, as Toji drilled up into you at a brutal pace.

He grinned against your necks skin, leaning further to plant kisses on your jaw."You want me to fill you with my cum, huh?"

You frantically nod, but that wasn't enough of an answer for a man like Toji.

"Oh baby, use your words." He purred into your ear, holding his orgasm to make sure you get it when you deserve it.

"I need it- I need it so ba-ad." You whimpered out, squeezing onto his bicep. "Please, Toji."

He whined, balls tightening as he heard you beg for him. You already drove him crazy, and that only drove him crazier. With one deep thrust, his movements come to a halt, allowing his warm, thick seed to fill you up completely.

Toji placed more kisses onto your back and your neck, making sure to never lose grip of you in case you go all jelly. Followed by him, slowly pulling his cock out of you, his load dripping out of your hole and onto the balcony flooring.

He stuck two of his fingers back into you, slowly fucking the load inside of you to make sure it stays inside. With his cum covered fingers, he slid the two of them past your lips and into your mouth. You sucked on them, humming as it covered your taste buds, and eventually swallowing.

Toji slapped your ass, and you yelped, giving him a glare. He chuckled before picking you back up bridal style, carrying you back inside the penthouse.

He gently and carefully placed you on the bed, quickly cleaning a bit of the mess you two made around the room.

"How about I go run us a nice bath, hmm?"

Fiddling with your thumbs, you watched as Toji neatly fold the pile of money together alongside the one on the night stand. Of course, it’s still yours. "That sounds good," You smiled as he walked over to give you a peck on the forehead.

The dripping of water from the bath tap rang throughout the room, Toji leaning back against you as the two of you were in the tub. You squeezed a sponge over his abs, the hot water dripping down his skin as he closed his eyes.

"..Toji," you called out his name, and he hums back in response.

You gently rubbed the sponge up and down his arm, "Would you say this counts as me working overtime for you?"

He smiles, opening his eyes to look up at you. "I'll add another $500 bonus and a shopping spree if you ride me in this tub."

You scoff, letting go of the sponge as you sulk against the marble of the tub. "I'm literally stuffed with your cum. I think you had enough, thank you very much."

Toji only laughs, "Aren't you forgetting you got an asshole and that throat of yours? We can easily squeeze in three more rounds."

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ ⤳ as always, thank you for the love on each and every one of my posts. 🎀🩷

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beatcroc · 2 months

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a year!!! as of today i have now been drawing these funny little pizza freaks, to the exclusion of almost everything else, for!!! an entire year!!! i wanted to do a nice group shot/lineup of everybody to compare to when i first started trying to draw them because oh boy were they bad. i never even posted most of them anywhere because they were so bad. but im posting them here, now, to see how everything's changed/evolved.

this is probably the hardest time i've ever had trying to figure out how to work with a style, but we got there eventually; i'm pretty happy with the handle i've got on everybody now...dont let ur memes be dreams. lots of unimportant journaling and idle thoughts abt it below.

older pics

the first one is the VERY first time i drew them, before i thought i was going to actually have any interest in drawing them [lmao]; it was just the one isolated image, for my friendserver, to illustrate the funney message, so there was no attempt to make it Good or actually understand anything going on w/ the designs or style.

second is the original run of practices sketches to start trying to figure them out for real; done after i started having ideas for the comics and such and realized oh god maybe i am actually gonna draw fanart for this. [again, lol, and lmao.]

third one is the first pt art thing i posted on here. there were a couple weeks of sprite studies between this one and the previous image. the one on the top right wasn't part of that post i just threw it on as space filler; i'd intended to shift to doing Sprite Redraws But Stylized to explore tings more, but that was the only one i did. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

individual characters

peppino: by far the hardest dear god. bro what ARE your shapes how DOES your face work. jesus christ. everything i have trouble with this style for, peppino has it in excess. i draw in polygons! i need consistency! and that is the last thing this kind of style is concerned with. they are made of squarshy clay and i do not understand how to mold them. i was really hoping trying to learn this game's style would GIVE me that kind of flexibility for fun exaggerated facial expression but i don't think much came of it in the end 😔. anyway on the bright side all this means once i got peppino figured out a little bit everybody else clicked way easier.

fake peppino: honestly i never did anything with him on purpose except for how his eyes work + the perma-smile thing. i figured ok hes supposed to look weird and off model so whatever happens with him happens. and it did. and it kept happening. it is still, in fact, happening.

noise/ette: somehow, for every bit that peppino was the least natural thing i've ever tried, these two worked pretty much right off the bat. i still don't understand it, seeing as pretty much all the things at play for peppino are also at work for them. i think the new sketches are actually a little worse than older ones but not enough that i care.

gustavo: really funny bc i drew him on model twice and just went 'okay, cool nice, easy, um. he doesn't have any fucking legs?' fortunately he was the only one i had a strong idea for how to stylize him [square] and it worked exactly as i was hoping so wahoo.

brick: is an animal and therefore 5000x easier and more natural for me to draw/stylize than anything else in the cast. that is Just a rat bro. i can draw a rat.

gerome: i think the funniest one here. the most drastic and least necessary change imo. i was gonna have him be really small at first, like smaller than the noises, but then i just... didn't. he's just peppino-sized now. also i gave him like. actual human facial structure, which is funny bc in most cases i'd do anything to avoid, but it works well for his being A Rock to give him some angles and definition like that+ to differentiate his vibe from the rest of the cast who are all very squishy. also since he is essentially Just A Head it's good to emphasize that too ig.

john: i only drew john a couple times but he gets to be here because i like him. and because most of the stuff i applied to gerome was readily applicable to john, though i did try to keep him a little more uncanny because he is a Huge And Lanky Freak. i hate that he is barefoot btw but idk how to make his color balance look right with shoes.

pizzahead: i did not want to put him on here honestly but i Have drawn him a handful of times and more importantly i didn't know what i was gonna do with john's pose if i didn't have him there to be glared at. the only thing that's different with him is giving him wider-bottomed pants, which i got from when i tried to draw these guys in clone high style [i never posted that one either][i will eventually]

snick: he gets to be here because 1. he's like 6 lines 2. i like him and 3. ive scribbled him a few times offhand and it went pretty well

misc

there are some guys missing because those are guys i didn't draw enough [or at all] to have gotten comfortable with them. sorry

i would have Liked to shade these but for the time being i have accepted that my grasp of light/shadow has decayed to the point im not going to be happy with anything i try there, so For Now i am working on my presentation with flats i guess. gerome has a shadow only because he's shaded like that ingame and looks naked without it

anyway if you are still reading [hi?] i get to shamelessly plug now. i'm over the hill of my pizza run now, and while i still have plenty of things i want to make here, most of the bigger more in-depth ones have passed. pizza tower was the first thing in THREE YEARS to get me out of my oc groove to doing fanart, and once i am done with my ideas here i will be going right back to it. if you like my art or how i write characters/interactions you should check out my oc/webcomic blog @jamverse . i can't promise people who like pizza stuff will be terribly into my designs, but i can guarantee i treat my guys with the exact same sort of tone i handle the pt guys with. and hell, i've mentioned it a few times before, but like 70% of my characterization for fake pep is just copied off one of my characters, so if u are going to miss him... he will still be there in spirit >;p

and if you dont care about any of that and are still reading thank you anyway. actually making these comics + seeing how shockingly well-received they've been has done a lot for my confidence, and for seeing that my kind of stuff IS something people enjoy :')

#pizza tower #peppino spaghetti #fake peppino #gustavo and brick #the noise #noisette #pizzahead #arting #pizzaposting

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shenqingqiustanaccount · 1 year

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/r/relationships

My (32m) husband (30m) keeps saying he isnt gay. We've been married for five years. Help?

We met when i was working as a freelance writer. He was one of my regular readers, and he hated my writing so much that he paid me to move in with him (dont ask, it's complicated) so that he can edit my stuff. To his credit my work has gotten a lot better since then, but that also might have had to do with regular food & the lack of rent. Anyway we started making out like 3 months in. things clearly escalated and now we're married and we have 2 cats.

For like a year after I moved in he kept on saying that he was straight. Since we were having sex I kind of thought he was joking? Or that he at least stopped thinking he was straight when he introduced me as his partner to his family. He stopped bringing it up at some point anyway, and i figured it didnt matter after we got married. Only recently i brought up how he used to think he's straight and he told me HE STILL IS. How the fuck does that make any sense? Who can be straight after nearly 10 years of monogamous dicking?? I've never even heard him call a woman attractive!!! He is CONSTANTLY telling me about some new hot dudes he's seen!!

How do I convince my husband that he's probably not straight?

Edit: stop calling me fake i WISH i were joking but he is very serious about this. i asked if he thought i was attractive, and he said of course he does. i thought that was a "gotcha" moment but he said that because the protagonist of my novel is a self-insert, and that i described him as the most attractive man ever, my husband would obviously be attracted to me? because of novel protagonist logic?? i literally do not understand

Edit 2: Okay, i've tried some of the (ACTUAL) suggestions people left. I printed out pictures of "hot" people, men and women, and asked him to sort into a Hot and Not Hot pile. Most of the men were deemed Attractive and all the women (+some men) were deemed Not. i asked him what that means. i can't remember his exact logic but i think it boils down to the fact that he thinks all of his opinions are actually objective fact. i guess it's nice that he thinks I'm objectively hot. i spoke with his siblings, they all agree that he's absolutely gay, and they talked to him individually but he's still telling me he's straight.

Edit 3: i was going to ignore all those comments but you ASSHOLES won't leave it alone. YES, WE MET BECAUSE I WAS A NOVELIST AND HE HATED MY BOOK. He was NOT normal about it. i don't know what else to tell you. He's a closeted rich kid (as some of you had guessed already) and i guess he just yearned for the touch of a man so hard that i had to marry him. Whatever. it was our anniversary yesterday and he said "no homo" when he gave me flowers because i guess i was too insistent about him being gay. he was kind of joking but definitely not entirely.

Edit 4: some of you have guessed my pen name?? how??? A few others have even guessed my husband's username. Absolutely insane. I didnt even give that much info. He still says he's straight btw. Honestly i've kind of given up on changing his mind, but i did direct him to some queer websites a couple people suggested, so maybe reading more about internalized homophobia will cure him? It's actually stopped being funny and now I'm worried for his mental health, so I'm really hoping that personal stories he can actually relate to might do something.

Edit ??: you've fucking done it guys. he found this post. my sweet darling husband yelled at me for 5 minutes. those websites must've worked though, because he can easily go on for 20 minutes if he actually cared, and all the replies people left maybe helped a bit too. he actually apologized to me at the end!! can you believe that??? if you want to see him in all his glory he's the jerk with all the awards and upvotes in the comments here. you will definitely recognize him for a stephen king antagonist when you see him.

Edit 6: our cats are named Crybaby and Little Fucker 😊

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the-s1lly-corner · 6 months

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Hewo I know Halloween is over but may I have TADC cast x Jack Skellington!Reader? Plus their dog also got transported and turned into Zero.

Imagine an 11ft tall skeleton rising out the giant ballpit thing

If Jax or Caine pisses them off they do the scary face thing

TADC cast x jack skellington! Type reader!

I dont mention the dog much since I dont really. Have many ideas for them <\3

Also I have not seen nightmare before Christmas in YEARS so UHUH! This may be a bit off

Written on mobile

I'm down with the sickness but the sickness is not down with me (too sore to sleep)

CAINE:

You guys walk bubble and your dog together/j

Actually no that would be.. kind of funny.. I can definitely see caine doing that if hes trying to befriend you

Chaotic gentleman (is that a thing? Honestly I'm just basing the gentleman part on the fact caine says stuff like "my dear" and goes out of his way to welcome new circus members but uhuh) and calm gentleman duo

Things happen

Honestly I think you would balance him out, like either he tones down or you compliment his personality enough to make it more bearable to others

POMNI:

Similar to the skeleton reader post, pomni is a little offput by you being a skeleton. It's like how you instinctively get freaked out when you see an exposed brain, usually means somethings very wrong. Same case with your bones I think. At least for pomni while shes getting used to things. Though your gentle and kind demeanor really helps ease things along, and pomni finds herself comfortable around you!

AND you come with a dog? Tbh I can see pomni being a dog person

... If that's your dog, assuming it's not an NPC, does that mean your dog got a mini headset...?

RAGATHA:

Kind lady and kind person. You guys kind of just brighten up the room whenever you two are around, and even more so if you're together... though, that isn't saying much given the general attitude of the others..

You both tend to band together to look out for the others during IHAs, I think

Let's you rattle on about your interests; I'm sure most others would let you do the same, but I think Ragatha would actually be actively engaged in it! I think Kinger would be too...

Sets you three down in a corner and observes

JAX:

Writing this down first before I forget but Jax would do an exaggerated fake scream when you do the scary face thing. I don't think jax would be all the phased by it. If you're a skeleton you're cursed with him trying to undo your bones, very similar to the TADC cast x skeleton reader post from a few days ago

Personality wise? Jax is going to try to find your limits and break them. Oh you're a gentleperson who handles things with grace? Not for long.. unless you have the patience and forgiveness of a god

KINGER:

I think he would enjoy your prescence! Just dont do the face thing around him, hes probably gonna freak out even if it's not directed towards him. Kinger doesnt strike me as the type to like scary things..

Pets your dog, a lot

Emotional support animal/j but actually I can see him becoming attatched to your dog

Not much to be said here but I'm chalking that more up to me being tired <\3

ZOOBLE:

Is a little annoyed by your enthusiasm to learn as much as you can about whatever topic ha syour interest; bonus if you're current interest is the digital world and trying to figure out all the ins and outs of it

....they're more of a cat person, I think... ir maybe a snake person... or reptile person in general.. doesnt hate your dog, though

Can at least appreciate your mannerisms and politeness

I can see you two being decent friends , I think

GANGLE:

Another one where I think you guys could make decent friends. Honestly, I didnt write this to be romantic (though some of these can be interpreted as such!) But I wholeheartedly believe gangle would develop a crush on you. I mean, come on! You're a gentleman, you're a lil quirky, you're kind and curious, and so on! Bonus if you look the part, too. I have a hc lying around somewhere where I believe gangle used to play dating sims in the real world and tbh. She would definitely go after characters that reflected you... and oh look youre a real person, hell yeah

It was either characters like you or the dark mysterious ones

But maybe I'm hella projecting onto gangle

Gangle is our x reader enjoyer rep/hj

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #pomni x reader #ragatha x reader #jax x reader #kinger x reader #zooble x reader #gangle x reader

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rafferty3207 · 9 months

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not to be impatient or ungrateful but too good to be true part 3 when 😩

its funny you say that today of all days bestie

Too Good to Be True (part three)

warning: fem!reader, passing mention of creepy dude, angst (but only at the beginning dw), then tooth rotting fluff

A/N: I hope you like this ending! in my mind this is done but not over - I will definitely be doing drabbles of this pair in future, but for now I hope you enjoy!

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part one | part two

“Oi, prick, are you even paying attention?” Roy barks at Jamie, who is sitting staring at his phone.

“Er, yeah, coach, it’s just -just-”

“Just what? Spit it out?”

“How do ya access your voicemails?”

“Jamie. What the fuck are you talking about?”

He holds up the screen to Roy’s face.

You have a new voicemail.

“Jamie, I wouldn’t worry about it, it's probably some berk trying to sell you organic viagra or something. Now please can we get back to the football?”

“I just need to check Coach. To make sure of…something, but I’ve never listened to a voicemail before.”

“Christ you find new ways to make me feel old Jamie.” But before he can make another comment, Roy notices the sad look in Jamie’s eyes. He hasn’t been his usual irritating self this morning, no sassy quips or anything, and he looks like he’s barely slept. “Who are you expecting a voicemail from?”

Jamie looks up at him with those puppy dog eyes. “Oh for fuck’s sake, it’s that girl isn’t it? What did you do now, you silly twat?”

“I didn’t do anything. I mean I kissed her -”

“Oh my god, that Simone Biles bollocks was about her wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, but it's an inside joke-”

“Hand me the phone.”

“Er, I dunno-”

“Just give it, Jamie.” Jamie reluctantly passes it over. “You dial a three digit number, which will access your number. You’re on the same network as me so-” Roy types the digits and hands it back. “But once you’re done, you’re doing 50 press ups for wasting my fucking time.” Roy goes into another room.

Jamie raises the phone to his ear tentatively. Of course, it’s you.

___

The gallery session had been, in polite terms, a complete shit show. You were late because you couldn’t figure out how to get into the building, then you couldn't find some of the papers with your plan on them, and therefore you spent several hours using what little you have of your phone battery to try and improvise a plan from your memories. You’re finally done, but by this point it’s almost midnight.

“This is your first exhibition, isn’t it?” Simon, the gallery owner looks at you hunched over, shoving the papers back in the bag.

“Yeah, how did you guess? Don’t answer that, that was sarcasm.” You say, continuing to scramble. “So what’s happening PR wise? Are we sending press releases, inviting reviewers, that sort of thing?”

Simon scoffs.

“What? I get it I'm a nobody, but what about the big Emin retrospective you’ve got coming up in October? I’ve seen posters for that everywhere.”

“That’s pretty much all her team. Besides, when you’re Emin you don’t need the PR really. Of course, we’ll do our best and we’ve got it on our website and social media of course, but our comms person resigned so at the moment we’re a rather limited team. This is such a short period, it’s an interim show. It’s why we could offer it, but you knew that right?”

“Mhmm, yeah, of course.” You say, biting your lip. You don’t know what you expected, instead wearily picking up your bag.

“Right, I best head off, but I’ll see you in two days!” You power walk off while your voice can still sound fake cheerful. Now how do I go back from here? You wonder, pulling your phone out.

Of course, it dies at that very moment.

“Shit!”

___

You eventually manage to navigate home, although the walk takes three times as long especially after one man seems to walk right behind you for ages until you get to the high street and the tube stops running mid way through, so you have to persuade a nice older woman to look up the bus route on her phone. As you walk into your house and flop onto the couch, you remember.

Jamie.

Fuck. You hoped he didn’t take your note the wrong way. You plug your phone in and sit huddled until the screen turns back on.

11 missed calls. 13 messages.

hey Simone xoxo

out at drinks at the moment but I’ll be back asap xoxo

theres a cocktail i think you’d like here xoxo

on my way home now! xoxo

where are you xoxo

u alright

u ok???

Where are you??

Just let me know ur home safe (or dont if u dont want to)

Im not asking to be creepy sorry if it came off like that

Im sorry if i scared you off

i shouldn’t have kissed you

Lets just forget it happened

Sorry again

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Let’s just forget it happened. You felt sick to your stomach. You picked up the phone with incredibly shaky hands and pressed the dial button.

_____

“Er, hey Jamie, it’s me. Sorry to leave you a voicemail, it feels old school doesn’t it? I don’t even know how to listen to my own voicemails, not sure why I’m sending you one. Well I do, I’ve rung a few times and you’re not picking up and everytime I try and say what I want in a text it comes off wrong - ugh, sorry I’m rambling. Anyway, I’m sorry I didn’t reply, my phone has been dead the whole way home and I had to try and find my way back and the tube is shit and buses are shit and all I wanted was for you to come and pick me up in that ugly orange car of yours but I couldn’t. So that’s that. Did you get my note? I completely forgot but I had the exhibition planning session today and everything that could possibly go wrong did and it’s been a fucking nightmare and to be honest Jamie, I don’t know why I’m doing it anymore. I thought this was my one chance to finally become a big shot artist but it turns out I have to market it basically all by myself and I have no time and know barely anyone so let’s be honest, no one is going to come and it will all be forgotten about and I will prove once again I am the failure my father thinks I am.”

Jamie hears a shuddering intake of breath.

“Sorry, I’m rambling again. I’m sorry Jamie. I really did mean to wait for you. I’ve still got your shirt and everything. It’s just, I’m so stressed and I need to finish these paintings but also why should I finish these paintings but also I want them to be perfect and - and - and I don’t want to do this over voicemail but I don’t want to forget about us but also I have so much work to do and I’m so fucked -”

Jamie listens to you choke down a sob, before sniffing.

“I have to go, but call me back or something. Or maybe I could see you at the exhibit? You’ll probably be the only one attending. Goodbye, Jamie. Sorry again.”

Jamie’s heart was breaking, but not in the way he expected. You were so strong for him but all the while there you were, clearly dealing with your own shit and struggling and he hadn’t even noticed. He hated the idea that he had made things worse.

Now, he knew what he had to do.

___

It is the opening night of the exhibit and you are adjusting your hair for the fiftieth time. The gallery had extended their publicity to a small private view with a few glasses of wine and bottles of beer, but that was it. So you had spent the last three days painting almost non-stop, sending the invitations to everyone you know and barely sleeping. You just hoped your makeup would cover the dark circles under your eyes. You had worn your favourite dress and done your hair especially so you would at least feel like the real deal, but that was quickly waning.

It had been fifteen minutes and not one single person had showed up. The one event staff was already looking at you as if to ask whether they could go home early. You started to look at your phone while downing the glass of wine in your hand. Still not a word from Jamie. You hadn’t heard from him since you sent the voicemail and you felt embarrassed just thinking about it. It seemed like you were going to need more wine.

But then, a man enters. He is wiry, with a blazer and a glorious grey and black shoulder length mane. He is holding a notebook and looking around keenly. You have no fucking idea who he is.

“Can I help you?”

“Ah yes, I’m Trent Crimm.”

“Are you sure you’re in the right place?”

“I’m here for the exhibit Everything In Its Right Place.” You nod, dumbstruck. “Ah, great, don’t mind me.”

You watch him as he looks at each painting before scribbling in his notepad. That was strange.

After him walks in one of the most beautiful women you have seen, followed by a small man wearing glasses.

“Hello, welcome to the Private View!” You say a little bit too loudly, and you worry that the wine may have gone to your head. The woman leans over to you and of course she smells beautiful too. “Hello, I’m Rebecca. Is it alright if some of my friends come in too?”

“Absolutely, the more the merrier!”

A couple more glamorous women file in, as well as some fancy looking older gentlemen in suits. Behind them is a colourful blond haired woman with an Essex accent and a very fluffy jacket, talking about how her PR firm which is on the hunt for new talent. You made a mental note to talk to her later, and as you do she looks over at you and winks, which makes you feel flustered.

The events staff comes over.

“Are they on the guest list?”

“Oh yeah.” You keenly nod, hoping they are not paid enough to grass you up.

And then walks in a very familiar moustachioed man.

“Why, you must be the modern Louise Bourgeois our Jamie has been speaking so highly of.” You don’t expect the honeyed Southern twang and you find yourself blushing. He’s more handsome than the small picture by Jamie’s bed gave away.

“I wish! Although Jamie knew who Louise Bourgeois was?”

“I mean, I think he is more of a Georgia O’Keefe guy. But I love old Lou Lou. Art is a guarantee-”

“Of sanity. Very impressive -?”

“Theodore Lasso, at your service ma’am. Although my friends call me Ted.”

“Are we friends?”

“I sure hope to be. Jamie will not stop going on about how great you are, so I thought I best see it in person myself.” He offers a hand and you feel yourself go even redder.

“Well, it is lovely to make your acquaintance, Ted.”

You see Trent’s head has whipped around this point and he is striding towards Ted.

“Ted you’re going to love these paintings -” Trend hooks his arm in Teds and Ted waves you a goodbye as he is quickly dragged off.

You see all of Jamie’s teammates file in after Ted, including Roy who gives you a little nod. They have all brought people with them, including some women who you swear might be famous models, and before long the room is densely packed. You can’t believe it. You even have a few people come up to you to ask for interviews, and once the Trent man has sufficiently shown Ted around the room several times over, he asks if you want to be profiled for one of the big papers.

“I’ve always liked highlighting promising new talent in any field, and I feel you’d be a great match.” He smiles at you and you feel your stomach start to fizz. The one waiter who has been frantically pouring drinks for the last half hour runs over to you.

“A couple of people want to buy the paintings, are they for sale?”

“All the ones without red dots are, yeah.”

“How much do they cost?”

“How much are they willing to pay?” The waiter runs off and comes back, handing a long list of offers. Your eyes boggle at the amount.

“Fuck me.”

“Someone said they wanted to snap you up before Satchel did or something?”

“I assume they mean Saatchi.” The waiter shrugs. “Call Simon, he’ll help with the sales.

“I don’t think he’ll pick-”

“Send him a picture of the offers. He’ll definitely pick up.”

The waiter hurries off and you stare at the piece of paper. You can’t believe all this is happening. But you still check your phone.

Are you coming?

No reply.

“Ted? I don’t suppose you heard anything from Jamie did you?”

He smiles and taps his nose.

“I’m afraid I was sworn to secrecy.”

You get back to your wine. That would be a weird response if he had told Ted he never wanted to see you again. But the whole day was starting to feel very weird. You decided to pop out for some fresh air. However, as you walk outside you see a very familiar orange car parked outside. In the driver's seat is Jamie in a suit, holding flowers, staring at his phone.

“You know, I didn't order an Uber.”

Jamie jumps.

“Jesus woman, you nearly scared the living daylights out of me!”

“I could say the same of you. Can I come in?”

He gestures to the seat next to him. You walk around and slide into the car.

“You look stunning.” Jamie says, looking over you and you suddenly feel very naked in this dress.

“Thanks. It’s certainly an improvement from when you usually pick me up.” You fiddle with your hem. “So can you tell me why you’re sitting outside my exhibit instead of going inside? You’re the only person here who is actually on the guest list.”

He looks back down at the flowers.

“I dunno. I guess I was worried you might not want to see me after, y'know" He nods his head towards you. The kiss. Before you can reply, he starts talking again. "That’s why I got everyone else here first.”

“This was all you?”

He looks out the front of the window.

“I mean the boys wanted to come anyway, but I spoke to Rebecca and Ted and Keeley. It was Ted’s idea to invite Trent, because he knows lots of people at papers, and Keeley knows people through her firm and Rebecca knows loads of rich guys because I dunno, she’s rich and fit -”

You reach over and gently touch his arm.

“Thank you Jamie, this means a lot - ”

“Any time. I just want you to be happy, you know?” You grip his arm a little tighter.

“But you didn’t have to do any of this. I would have been happy if you were the only person who showed up.” Jamie finally looks at you. You just stare at each other for a moment, saying nothing. At this point you reach over and tenderly place your lips on his. He doesn't resist, immediately putting his hand on the side of your neck. Your hands start wandering down his torso before he pulls away suddenly.

“I don't want you thinking I'm trying to buy you or something. Me and Roy watched Pretty Woman the other week but I swear-"

"I know Jamie. Besides, you haven't even bought a painting yet." You try to laugh him off but he holds you firm.

"I just want you to remember you earned this. You are really, really talented, it's just - it's just everyone needs help sometimes"

You are suddenly struck silent for a moment, your eyes watering.

"Ah fuck, I didn't want to make you cry again!"

You sniff. "This is good crying though, I swear! I just never realised you were so wise."

"Oi you cheeky mare, I'm trying to be nice!" You both laugh, before he reaches over and threads his fingers between yours. "I think I’m in love with you, you know?"

He looks up at you, uncertain. Your stomach is fizzing, but in a way that makes you feel like you could fly. You smile.

"I know. The thing is, I'm in love with you too, Jamie Tartt." You stare at each other, before your lips crash into each other, your hands crawling all over your torsos and necks, your breathing becoming more ragged before Jamie pulls away again.

"Now come on you, this is your big night, remember. We better get inside before we have to go right here in the back like a pair of teenagers."

You place a hand on his thigh. "I mean, that sounds good to me."

""You are gonna be the death of me, I swear." He opens the car door.

"Actually, to be fair there is one painting I think you should see."

The two of you stroll into the gallery holding hands.

"Fucking finally." Roy exclaims, before patting Jamie on the shoulder. "Now don't fuck it up Jamie, I like this one." You and Roy share a smile. You felt like you had something to thank him for, but you weren’t sure what.

"I see you met Jamie." You turn around to see a small old woman in colourful clothing.

“Sylvia? What are you doing here, I thought you weren’t back for another week?”

Sylvia gestures to a handsome older gentleman in the corner “Of course I had to see your exhibit darling! Now don’t worry darling, I’m staying with one of my good friends.” She winks before leaning in conspiratorially. “You’ll have the flat all to yourself.”

“Sylvia!” You swat her arm.

“What? Your mother told me you were going through a dry spell. I’m just so glad you and Jamie finally got to meet.”

Your mouth is agape. You said that months and months ago -

“Jamie darling, it's so nice to see you again!” Sylvia airkisses Jamie, before swanning off. You lean into the crook of Jamie's shoulder. You’d say you hate how natural it feels, but you fucking love it.

“Do you think Sylvia set this whole thing up? Between you and me?”

“Well, she did keep telling me she knew the perfect woman for me, with a fantastic arse-”

“Jamie!” You poke his cheek. “Although speaking of fantastic arse, let me show you my painting!” You drag him over to the biggest painting in the room. It is rich and vibrant and while somewhat abstract, almost definitely a nude. “What do you think?”

“I think it will be perfect in my living room. Well, almost perfect.”

“Almost? What else could be more perfect than this?” You gesture to the bum cheeks.

Jamie rolls his head as if mulling it over.

“You?”

You roll your eyes. “Oh my god Jamie Tartt, where did you pick up such a naff line? You’re lucky you are very handsome.” You reach up to kiss him, your fingers brushing his neck and jaw. and he leans to whisper in your ear.

“You know, now you’re gonna be a famous artist now, someone may actually try to kidnap you. You might need some form of security.”

“True. Do you know anyone?”

“No.” You laugh. “But I do know an excellent driver. And he does know a lot of excellent private spots.”

“How soon can he start?”

“How about right now?” You take his hand in yours.

“Sounds perfect to me.”

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Ah hope you all enjoyed this two silly billys in love! Pls send me requests of any headcanons/drabbles you'd be interested in seeing that I can bash out while working on this new juicy Roy Kent fic!!

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dre6ming · 1 year

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Pairing: Austin Butler x singer/ actress fem reader

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Plot: after Austin wins his award you bump into his ex girlfriend into the Oscars bathroom.

Word count: 2000

Disclaimer: everything fake, no shade no nothing, just respect for all parties and remember this is all FICTIONAL

"Baby, I'll just go to the bathroom ok? I'll find you after?" I whisper to Austin who turns his head to smile at me. "Sure honey, you feeling ok?" He asks, his attention, that was previously directed at the lady engraving his name on the golden statue, now fully directed to me. "Yes, I just need to use the toilet." I explain, caressing his shoulder, giving his bicep a reassuring squeeze. "Ok, be careful!" I see him lean down to kiss me, but we are still not public so I take it upon myself to dodge the kiss. "Sorry." He mumbles, looking apologetic. "That's ok, see you soon!" I wave at him before turning around on my heels and finding my way to the bathroom.

I've got to admit it's pretty crazy, even now after all the success I've had in my career, to see myself surrounded by all these people I looked up to. I look to my right and there is Jamie Lee Curtis talking to Robert De Niro, so I have to stop for a second to just gawk at them. But only for a second, cause I don't want to be caught being a weird fangirl. As I keep walking trying to redeem myself, I bump into Pedro Pascal on the way. He and I are going to be starring in a new HBO series called "The last of us". We already filmed a couple of scenes but he and I have yet to be on set together. "Pedro, hi how are you?" He smiles at me. "I'm good good, you were incredible up there, looking fantastic. A big slay I'd say!" I can't help but laugh a bit too hard, resulting in a funny sound to come out of my nose. "Oh my, Ped, that's that's exactly right." I giggle wiping some tears from the corners of my eyes. "Listen I was on my way to the bathroom, so excuse me. Oh I almost forgot are you coming to Baz's after party? I think I send you the invite didn't I?" I ask. "Yes yes of course I'm coming, gotta watch out for my little girl." Pedro jokes, making us laugh at how serious he's taken to the role of the father figure for my character. "Ok dad." I scream running past him laughing. At this rate I'm collecting fathers like they're infinity stones.

The bathroom is not as full as I expected, that's mostly because all the big categories have been announced by now and a lot of people left for the after parties already. It's a bit tricky getting to do what I need to do in the long dark blue sequence dress, but I manage. I take a good look at myself in the mirror as I'm washing my hands, taking note that a bit of my mascara smudged, so I use a clean tissue paper to wipe that off.

"Excuse me?" A voice calls out as I'm concentrating on getting the mascara situation under control. I toss the tissue in the trash and turn around to see who was call me. I'm stunned the second I'm face to face with the person who just spoke. "(Y/n), oh my goodness I thought that was you, who else would wear a huge navy sequence dress." I can't believe my eyes, Vanessa Hudgens is standing in front of me, looking gorgeous in her black skin fitted dress. "Oh, um hi!" I put my hand out to shake, but she surprises me by pulling me into a tight hug. "You look so beautiful tonight by the way, I wanted to get to talk to you on the carpet, but you were caught up with other interviewers. I didn't want to crowd you." To be honest I avoided her on the carpet on purpose, sure my relationship with Austin isn't yet confirmed to the public and all, but the rumors are there and I'm sure she's seen most if not all of them. "Oh yeah, I was pretty crowded. It's a bummer I didn't get to talk to you, you always give such great interviews." I say, meaning every word, because in truth she is amazing at interviewing people and to not admit that would be a blasphemy. I wasn't avoiding her because I have something against her, in fact I'm actually a big admirer of hers. Austin told how things went down between them and I trust him, from his side nothing bad went down, but there was heartbreak and hurt so I can only imagine that for her it was at least as painful as it was for him, if not worse.

"That's ok, I'm sure we'll get to do it for another carpet, maybe at the Met this year if you're going." She's so sweet. "I think I am, it really depends on how my filming schedule goes."

"Oh hell yeah I saw you and Pedro Pascal got cast for that HBO series, congrats." I blush at all the compliments she's directing my way, toying with the necklace around my neck. "Vanessa, I-" the words just don't seem to come out of my mouth, because frankly I don't even know what I want to say. She seems to understand that I'm having a hard time communicating what I want to say and her features soften as her big smile comes a soft smirk. "Listen, I've seen the rumors, I don't hold it against you or him, if they are true. He was an amazing boyfriend and well maybe we both could've done better to stay together, but I don't think it was meant to be." I can see she speaks from the heart. "I just, I know his side of things, he only has good things to say about you, but.."

"Honey if the one thing holding you back is me, I want you to know you have my full support. Austin deserves to be happy, doesn't matter who it's the one taking care of that as long as he's happy." I'm surprised to say the least, but I think coming off of what Austin told me about her, I expected this kind of reaction from her. "That's so nice of you to say, I just-" she shushes me when the door opens and someone comes in. "Let's go out." She motions her head towards the door, looping her arm around mine and leading me out. "Thank you!" I whisper to her.

"So I need you to know there's no bad blood." She tells me truthfully. "I believe you, but with everything going on I just, I'm scared of people finding out and I don't know how much longer we can keep it under wraps, I mean you saw him." Vanessa seems to understand exactly what I mean. "Longing stares and tight hugs. Oh we've all seen him, you are clearly the better one at hiding all this." I laugh nervously, wondering just how bad Austin is making things look from an outside perspective. "It's not too bad." She chimes in, probably reading my thoughts. "Eh I can try and fool myself, but... in the end we will make it public so there's no more speculations, but we don't want that to overshadow our careers, so we wanted for award season to be over." I explain one of the reasons we're being so private. "I get that. Oh and here comes lover boy." She says looking over my shoulder and before I can turn my neck to look behind me, a hand settles on my hip. "Hey Nessa, what's up?" Austin says, pulling me closer to him.

Vanessa notices the small gesture, throwing me a knowing look. "Nothing much, just talking to (y/n). Congratulations by the way, it was well deserved!" She says, gesturing to the award he's holding in his other hand. "Did they engrave it?" I ask, looking down at it. "Yes, look how cool it looks." Austin says excitedly, holding it up for me to read. "Did they spell your name wrong?" I ask faking concern. "What?" He panics immediately taking a closer look at the award. I can't help but burst out laughing at him. "You little minx!" He teases kissing my cheek, before I get the chance to dodge it this time. "Austin!" I warn looking around worried someone might've noticed. "Sorry." He says quietly.

"Don't be, you look cute together. You actually seem very happy Aus, I'm glad for you. I have to get going now, but I wish you both the best. Have a good one!" She says. "Thank V, you look happy too, I saw you were engaged, how's that?" Austin asks her. His question makes me look down at her left hand, where there is in fact a big beautiful diamond ring. "He makes me happy. I'm glad we both got to be in love again. It suits you." Her words make me wonder how can she see that he's in love with me. I look at his face and don't see anything that could scream 'I'm in love', but like on cue he feels me looking at him, so he turns his head to me. That's when I see it, that glimmer in his eyes, the one that not only screams 'I'm in love' but also it projects it out into the world. "Yeah I think it does. She's the one thing that got me through this whole thing. I have you to thank for all of this, so thank you!" Austin tells her and I can see his words touched her.

"You're welcome Austin, send me an invite to the wedding." Vanessa says, giving him a quick hug and disappearing into the crowd. Wedding? His wedding? With me? She couldn't have meant that? Right? "What's wrong? Did she say anything?" Austin looks over my face and I catch myself in his eyes, looking terrified. "Oh no, no, she was actually really sweet." I avert my eyes from him, this way preventing him from looking straight into my soul as he usually does. "Then..? Oh was it the wedding comment?" Austin catches on either way. I blush deeply and try to shake my head, but there's no point in denying. "Honey she meant that as a joke, ok? I'm not proposing. Not now at least."

Not now, so he's thought about this. "Not now?" The words come out of my mouth before I can stop them. "I mean, maybe sometime in the future." Austin clarifies licking his lips anxiously. "Not the near future.." he keeps going hoping to calm me. "(Y/n) I know it’s too soon, but I can't lie and say that I haven't thought about marrying you, ok? I have and I know we are not ready yet."

"Yet? Ok but how will you know when I'm ready? Cause you might be ready faster than I am, since your older and I don't expect you to wait for me." Austin chuckles, brushing back his hair. "Honey, I would wait for you a thousand years and then a thousand more. And if you never want to get married, that's fine too. Now what do you say we go home and change to go to Baz's party?" Austin caresses my cheek, smiling softly at me. "Ok." I sigh, holding my dress up and walking towards the exit where Matt waits for us to drive us back to Austin's place so we could get changed for the after party.

"Can you believe I won this?" Austin asks still looking in disbelief at his award as I lean my head on his shoulder, looking down at the golden prize in his hand. "I can." I say, kissing his neck, feeling his hot skin against my red lips. "Now you're mine." I giggle as I lick my thumb to help clean off the red lip stain. "No, leave it." He says taking my hand and holding my knuckles. "Ok my winner! I love you!" I close my eyes and relax next to him. "I love you too!" Austin tells me kissing the top of my head, letting me lean on him.

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Original Starlet!Vox Anon here again, I'm surprised to see so many people like the idea. So I guess I'll share some more stuff I had: was listening to Public Relations from the SMASH musical earlier ( https://youtu.be/mk2-xVqG9Ic?si=D68aupjpivhJhiPG - its a musical based off of Marilyn Monroe) and just.

Imagine Vox being some sort of Marilyn Monroe esque pop figure? And perhaps him even meeting / being inspired by Alastor's radio show when he was younger, so he's got a lot of mannerisms in common with his mate: which leads to the whole Hotel Gang going "oh wow you guys are really made for each other, you're so alike" while watching old movies. Plus in old interviews as a human he gets asked once "who inspires you, miss?" and Vox just goes "Oh, this radio star I used to listen to back when I was younger". Alastor gets all huffy and jealous about it (AKA he goes on a killing spree) only to get embarrassed when Vox informs him that the radio star in question was himself.

Also obsessed with this one variation of Vox I saw where he and Velvette were swapped (aka he had a better fashion taste because. Vox honey I love you but dear GOD he is so trans because only a transmasc would wear something that awful (I am Also trans) and think its good) and I imagine that to be how Vox dresses in this au. Like, nothing too flashy, but he's got sleek black turtlenecks and off the shoulder blazer combos with flowy slacks and colour coordinated vests for when he's throwing down with Alastor in the streets. It's that old money fashion, baby!

Also, I think it'd be really funny if the last movie he made before his first (fake) "death" had something to do with ending up in Hell. The second to last movie anon was onto something with that plot though, come back and cook

Hello OG! Did you see the artwork your au received? If not, here is the link!

It's beautiful

Alastor getting pissy at the idea of having competition for Vox's inspiration is hilarious to me. I imagine he's trying to find this mysterious radio man who inspired his mate, and then it turns out to be him? He'd be so embarrassed, but luckily Vox finds it cute and wouldn't hold it against him.

Vox is so trans-coded istg-

I stole some of my friend's clothes, and I can confirm they are all turtlenecks, so I can 100% see Vox wearing that type of clothes. Especially in Hell because he's trying to cover up any hickies he got from Valentino before he started dating Alastor, he kept all the clothes to match with Alastor instead of hiding himself now though

All of Vox's movies predicted his life and Vox's new saying is just "to the surprise to abso-freaking-nobody" everytime something happens to him that happened in his movies

Holy fuck I thought that was you. Other anon come back and cook!! We demand more

#hazbin hotel #anonymous #vox hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #radiostatic #hollywood star au #starlet au

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|Calling the JJK men “dude”|

✭ Suguru Geto ✭

Prolly would be a little shocked/confused on the inside

Shrugs it off

“Hey man”

Replies with the same energy you give

Figured it’s just the mood today

his pride is a bit hurt so he’s gonna act like he doesn’t care that much

Continues doing what he’s doing

You call him that throughout the day

Gets irritated with you and ignored you

Eventually asks you why

Super petty about it later

✭Your day started with your friend sending you a funny video, this lady had called her husband dude. The man in the video You replied ‘lol 😂 poor guy’ but on the inside you were pretty curious how Suguru would act.

When you got to your apartment Suguru wasn’t there so you just lounged out on your couch. A few minutes later you heard the door opening, Suguru coming in with a slight grin on his face, “hey man!” You greeted him nonchalantly.

It took him a few seconds to answer as he was processing in his head the unusual greeting you just met him with. “Hey…man?” Not the reaction you were looking for.

Throughout the rest of the evening you when you would randomly show him something on your phone, call him over, or even ask him a question, you greeted him that way.

“Dude!”

“Oh my gosh bro!”

“Hey man…”

He finally got sick of it and asked, “y/n, are you okay?”

“Yeah man, what would be wrong?”

He’s sighs exasperated, “you keep calling me “man,” dude,” and “bro” you never do that. It’s weird.”

“Oh…I thought you didn’t notice, I just wanted to see what you’d say but I thought you didn’t care….”

“That’s stupid, don’t talk to me”

“Wait Sugu-“

“Oh now I’m Sugu again, no more “bro?”

He didn’t talk to you…for like 10 minutes he eventually gave into your antics after you apologized for like the hundredth time. After he was super pettily nonchalant about it. He just casually addresses you as “girl,” or “woman” to get on your nerves. ✭

✭ Satoru Gojo ✭

Completely overly exaggeratedly hurt

Fakes getting shot in the chest and falls out of his chair

He is so baffled that you just called him dude

“Baby?! Do you not love me anymore?!”

He’s so distraught that it’s hilarious

When you finaly get him to calm down so you can explain his undies are in a bunch

He’s all pouty and gives you the cold shoulder for like 2 seconds

He gives in for your kisses

✭ You were in a playful mood your friends had been addressing you as ‘bro’ and ‘broski’. So when you went home you automatically greeted your boyfriend like that without thought, it also didn’t help that you were kinda tipsy.

“Suuup brrooski!” You said in a chill tone, walking past Satoru making your way to the kitchen.

“Ugh!” You heard a soft ‘thump’ and turned around to see your goofy, appalled boyfriend on the floor.

“What are ya doin silly?” You giggled.

“My heart…how could you? Am I nothing to you anymore? Have I been demoted? Downgraded? Are you falling for someone else?!”

He’s so dramatic he knows you’re not falling for anyone but him, but you’re still confused. What is he talking about?

“What are you talking about?”

“Wooow! You- you don’t even notice the pain you’ve just struck me with. How could you call me broski? Is that what I am to tou now? A broski?”

“Awwww baby, I’m sorry, it’s just a habit,” you say as you walk over and pull him up off of the floor.

“Hmph!” He says crossing his arms into a pout.

“‘Cmonnn, I’m reaaaly sorry, mkay?”

He turns his head to the side ignoring your apology. You stand on your tippy-toes and peck his right cheek, “better now?”

He enwraps you in a warm hug and giggles, “better.”

✭ Itadori Yuji ✭

Poor bby:(

He’s tryna think of every possible thing he could have done to make you mad

Did something during your day bother you?

Was it him?

Literally almost cries before he can even form a single sentence to answer you

Doesn’t know how to respond

Should he call you dude too?

Is this a new cute couple thing?

Or will you get mad?

Should he do the normal and call you “baby” and “love of my life?”

Really lost

Also kinda hurt

✭Yuji was beyond happy! You texted and asked him if he wanted to hang out with you today, his answer of course being ‘yes!’ He wondered what you guys were gonna do, watch a movie? Play video games? Bake?! He could hardly wait.

He rang the doorbell anxiously awaiting your response.

“Hey dude, so today I have planned….”

He paused, tuning out whatever else you were saying. Did you- did you just call him dude?

What did he do?! Did he upset you? Was this the end? Is that why you wanted to “hang out” to slowly break it to him? Was is something that happened during your day? What did he text you? Did he forget to respond?! If none of that was it, then how should he respond?!

“Yuji!”

“Huh?” He said snapping out of his overthinking.

“You okay man? You kinda got lost there,” you say chuckling.

Oh no-not again. You did it again! He must’ve really done something now, but what? He just got here and-

“YUJI!”

“Yes?” He says tears swelling up in his eyes.

“Oh my gosh! Are you okay?”

“You- you, called me dude, twice….did,” he sniffled, “did I do something?”

“No! Oh my gosh no baby. I’m so sorry I didn’t even realize.”

You pulled him in a tight hug and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Sorry again.”

“No it’s okay, I was just a little lost,” he says almost embarrassed.

“I love you sooo much Yuji!”

“I love you too Y/n”✭

✭Nanami Kento✭

He’s just a little caught off guard

Mostly confused

Was about to say his usual “Hey sweetheart”

Stopped himself in his tracks

Tried to analyze the whole day and think what he could have done wrong

He’s pretty straightforward when he thinks there’s a problem

Asks you why you just called him dude

Asked you to never ever do it again please

Went on with his day

✭You walk into your shared apartment really frustrated. Today Nanami had off so it was nice to just rant to him as soon as you came home. The first thing out of your mouth after seeing your stoic husband was, “dude! People were seriously all up on my dick today! Like I wish they would have just backed the fuck off, my last nerve was literally strangled to death!”

People normally questioned how you and Nanami got together in the first place, with you being so hot-headed and him cool and collected, but that was the balance that you needed. Especially when you were mad.

Nanami understood you were upset, but he thought he did something considering the fact that you called him dude. He’s never gotten that before, even when you were mad. He analyzed the entire day and couldn’t find anything, so he figured it just came out because you were mad. He still didn’t like it though.

He cleared his throat, “first, I’m sorry that you had an unpleasant day, I wish I could make it better. Second, please don’t address me as “dude” again.”

“Aww I’m sorry ken, my sweetest honey ever,” you say walking over to him where he was on the couch and sitting on his lap.

The corners of his lips lifted a bit at your response, “it’s okay my darling y/n.”✭

✭Fushiguro Toji✭

Lowkey but highkey mad

He’s kinda bitchy about it

He’s gonna settle it right there right now

He’s thinking on the inside wtf is wrong with you

Like “why tf you callin me dude?”

His prides hurt cuz like is he just a dude to you?

You have to calm him down and he’s still not fully calm

He makes sure you know to never call him dude again

✭Toji had been purposely irritating you all day, he knew you had homework and a test to study for but he insisted on coming over anyway. claiming that he ‘won’t bother you’ yeah won’t bother you your ass. He complained about it being a mess, then he started hugging you from behind and touching you. You were getting really frustrated.

“Seriously dude, you’re getting on my last nerve,” you chastely said as you removed his arms from your waist and turned back around to do your work.

That stopped him dead in his tracks. He didn’t give not one fuck if he was bothering you, but the fact that you called him dude, that bothered him. No, it’s irked his entire being.

Your poor, poor choice of words lead to you panting and being denied to come for the third or was it fourth time already?

“Say it again kid, what did you call me?”

Safe to say you never called Toji that again.

✭Fushiguro Megumi✭

Definitely caught him off guard

Doesn’t show it though

His feelings hurt deep down inside

Still doesn’t show it

Feels like he’s being downgraded/demoted

Confused

Outright asks you why

Politely tells you not to do it again

Is clingy with you afterwards because deep down he needs reassurance

✭You busted into the Satoru residence knowing that’s where your helpful tutor boyfriend was. Satoru greeted you with you guys’ super secret handshake and a, “heyy bro!” And you in return did the same. “Heyy man!” You said giggling at the comedic greeting.

“Megs is in his room, as always.”

“Thanks,” you said walking towards Megumi’s room.

“Wassup bro!” You said peaking your head in from the corner with a smile.

Gosh Megumi loved your smile, it brought him inner joy, but he did not love that greeting. He knows about you and Satorus’ greeting, but he’d prefer if you left that for Satoru and not him.

“Why?”

“Why what?” You ask confused.

“Why’d you call me ‘bro’?”

“Oh, did I? Sorry,” you chuckled awkwardly.

“It’s fine, don’t do it again please,” he cleared his throat, “ready to start?”

You knew your boyfriend in and out, you’d have to since he seems irritated and tired all the time. So you knew him right now, he didn’t seem sad, more like disappointed.

You were pretty sure he was gonna ask you to sit across from him so that it would be easier to write, because elbow space. Instead though, he patted the spot right next to him.

You gladly took it and began working, but he was touching you more when he was showing you things.

“Alright, thanks for the lesson Megs!”

“Wait, Y/n you should stay a little longer…”

“But it’s almost 6 and I don’t all home…it’s gonna take me a while to get there,” you said sadly.

“I’ll walk with you, or get Gojo to take you.”

“Why do you want me to stay?”

“…Gojo‘s cooking dinner and I can’t be the only one to stomach that alone.”

“Oh,” you replied giggling, “okay, sure I’ll stay.”

“Hey!” Satoru shouts popping into the room, “I heard that!”

A/N:First time doing headcannons it was actually pretty fun, how did I do?

#Jjk #jjk headcanons #headcanon #anime #manga #fluff #suggested themes #geto suguru #nanami kento #toji fushiguro #megumi fushiguro #gojo satoru #yuji itadori #men

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echoes-in-blue · 7 months

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Mark Hoffman x Original Character AU - Canon Divergent Story. +18 Readers only.

Summary: What if Mark always had someone behind the scenes, watching his back and helping him out. What would happen after his death and resurrection? When lovers become partners in crime, there will be no stopping their revenge. Tags: Dom/sub, breath play, teasing, language, dirty talk, restraints, spanking, knife play, fear play, injury, gore, violence Notes: This story is fan fiction derived from the universe of the Saw movies and takes place at the end of Saw VI, diverting the canon from there and adding in a bit more of a Hoffman backstory. If you aren't fond of this idea, then feel free to skip. This story is not meant for anyone under the age of 18. Read at your own risk.

Chapter One: Backup Plan

“If you don’t hear from me, by midnight I need you to open this envelope.” “And if I do hear from you?” “Burn it, like the others.”

Typically, when he left things like that, he did contact her before midnight. It was funny to her that he believed she had no idea what he was doing or where he was going. At first, it hadn’t been so obvious but over time it became clear. Possibly because she was an FBI agent and a profiler. Did he underestimate her ability to figure it out or was he with her because he was very much aware that she knew who he was and what he was doing. The fact that it turned her on even though it shouldn’t and she was just as aware as him that she’d never turn him in. They were in love and had been since well before he’d become the Jigsaw apprentice. Things had only gotten more intense since that point. It was never explicitly stated between them what he was involved in but that didn’t matter. He knew she knew. It was why sometimes when he returned home he still had blood on his clothes, his gloves that gripped her chin so firmly. Forcing eye contact to make sure she knew her place. Sending chills down her spine into her very core, leaving her unable to deny how much she wanted him. He knew that too.

That night, though, it felt different. The way he told her the instructions. Almost as if he knew that something wouldn’t go right. She wished he’d tell her more, or at least let her help. The thing was that not speaking of these things in detail gave her the plausible deniability she would need should he get caught. The first person they would go to was his wife. Much like they had gone after Jill Kramer. The less she knew, the better she’d be able to fake it when they came around to interrogate her. No matter what, she’d never throw him under the bus. It wasn’t that she was blind to what was wrong with the situation but she could see, through his eyes, why he did what he did. As someone who worked in law enforcement herself it was easier to justify handing out such punishments to criminals who had skirted the law and never learned the value of their lives or impact of their behavior.

She couldn’t pretend like there weren’t suspects, perpetrators, and guilty men and women she had to deal with every day who she’d like to see maimed in one of those traps. She’d insinuated as much when she could get away with it. While watching the news, making sure to mention to him that some people just deserved what they got. It was not the correct stance for her to take as an agent of the law but nor was it correct for him as a detective so at least they were on the same page.

As she sat there, the clock ticking down, she realized that he had not contacted her. No text on her phone. The one she had as a burner just for these messages from him. It hadn’t rang either. The midnight hour drew closer, and closer, and when the old clock in their penthouse chimed twelve she knew for the first time she was going to have to open that envelope. It was something that excited her as much as terrified her because she didn’t know what she would find. Obviously, she was the failsafe in all of this and since she was a forensic psychiatrist that also made her a medical doctor. He had her as a life preserver because she could preserve life. She’d treated his wounds before when he couldn’t properly seek care for them lest they raise suspicion with local hospitals as to how he’d gotten them. As an heiress, she had connections and money to buy or find anything he could need to treat and hide the injuries until he was good as new. They were a perfect team because between the two of them they could get rid of anything that they didn’t want seen.

From the hidden safe in the wall she removed the instructions packet and opened it up. There she found only one thing. GPS coordinates. There was no explanation otherwise. Though he was smart enough to know that she would be aware that this place that he wanted her to go to was dangerous. Not that it mattered, since she always carried her weapon with her now thanks to being an FBI agent. She punched the coordinates into the burner phone and came up with a location. A warehouse in the middle of nowhere just about. Outside of New York City where they lived, near some docks in New Jersey right across the bridge. As far as she could tell, the property had been previously owned by John Kramer. Hopefully, she wasn’t walking into a death trap, nor would she arrive to find Mark’s dead and dismembered body somewhere on the premises.

“I may hurt you but I will never harm you, do you understand the difference?” He asked as she sat there, hands cuffed behind her back to the post of the bed that they shared. The concept of the dom/sub relationship was one she knew plenty about academically since she worked in sex crimes but she hadn’t put it into practice herself. They’d discussed it here and there but he knew more than she had. Especially that she was ready to start. “Look at me, Leila.” He put his fingers under her chin to lift her head up, forcing eye contact between them.

“I understand, sir.” She said, “Hurting means pain and temporary suffering but harm would be permanent and detrimental. I trust you not to harm me. I trust you with my life.”

“Are you sure about that?” He asked quickly pulling a knife from his pocket to flick the blade up and brandish it within her line of sight. “It could be a foolish decision if you aren’t absolutely sure of what you are saying.”

“I know what I am saying and I know what I want.” She confirmed. He smirked and licked his lips slowly. Bringing the blade down he started to cut away the buttons of her blouse one by one until it fell open, exposing her bra. Then he brought it back up to cut the bra between the cups, splitting it to reveal her breasts. Her heart fluttered in her chest. The adrenaline rush combined with the arousal and the idea that she was completely helpless to his every whim was overwhelmingly erotic. Slowly, he ran the blade over her right breast to where her heart would be positioning the tip there to press into the skin enough to cause pain but not actually pierce it.

“I could kill you, if I wanted.” He said.

“But that isn’t what you want.” She replied. He smirked, sliding the knife over her skin enough to leave a scratch but not a cut until he got it to her jugular, resting the blade there where she could feel just how sharp it was against the vital area.

“What I want is for you to never know what I may or may not do but trust that ultimately this is a game we play and you will not come out of it harmed. As I said before.” He moved the knife from her neck to her lips, pressing the flat of it there. She looked at him, kissing the metal that she was presented with. He laughed softly and folded the blade into the handle before slipping the knife back into his pocket.

“So you want me to be afraid?”

“In a sense, yes, but I want you to trust me as well. Expect the unexpected.” He smirked and then pulled her into a hungry kiss.

She took care to be sure that no one had followed her where she was going. It wasn’t typical that anyone would follow her but she knew there were some eyes on Mark so that meant it was possible that people had eyes on her as well. When she pulled up to the place she found that it was indeed a warehouse. Hopefully, it was not one that involved any of John or Mark’s games. Though she could deal with dead bodies, gore, and mutilation since crime scenes were part of her everyday job, she did not want to leave any evidence that she’d been there. If that were the case. From her back pocket she pulled out a pair of gloves and slipped them on before grabbing onto the handle of the sliding door in front of her. Amazingly, it wasn’t locked, but she knew that potentially could mean bad news as well. She only opened it enough to look inside and then enter before shutting it again. The area was dark but not pitch black and in the back she could see a light, kind of in a corner.

Pulling her gun, she headed in that direction as quietly as possible, also making sure she wasn’t accidentally going to touch trip wires or step into a trap. This place had to be rigged with them. That much was obvious. She could see all sorts of things that would constitute as evidence from all of the Jigsaw games. When she got closer to the one light that was on she looked through one of the nearby mirrors to see if she could spot anyone in the room as she paused and held her breath. There was a groan and she turned her head towards it. In the corner she saw Mark holding a blood soaked wad of fabric tightly to his face. Holstering her gun, she hurried towards him and got down by his side.

“Mark, what the hell happened?” She asked. He looked at her, his eyes kind of glossy. There was no way he hadn’t lost a lot of blood but he was still conscious so that was good news in itself. Slowly, he pulled the fabric away from his face to show her that half of his cheek was split open. “Shit. We need to fix this.” He nodded, it was clear why he hadn’t called out to her when she’d arrived she doubted he could do much but groan and scream in that condition. She hurried to look through the warehouse to find something that could stitch his face up. The sooner the better. If he showed up at a hospital like that then he’d be caught immediately. There weren’t any real medical supplies in there, not any that would help with this specific injury but she did manage to find fishing wire and a hook. She could close up the wound and worried about infection later. It wasn’t like it would be hard to get antibiotics. Bringing the supplies over to him she got down and threaded the line through the hook.

“This is going to hurt a lot, but it will save your life. I can get you antibiotics after if you need them.” She said as she reached to pull his hand away from his face again. He let out a small groan and almost the moment she touched the hook to his skin he yanked away. “Mark, this has to be done now and…what happened to your hand?” She had only just noticed that it was broken, she could see bone.

“I can do it.” He said, or more accurately she was sure that’s what he meant to say with a huge flesh wound in the side of his face. If he had survived this far he probably could stitch up his own face, she didn’t doubt that.

“It will be faster if-”

“I’ll do it.” He snatched the hook away from her and very carefully got to his feet. She sighed, knowing there was no way to stop him from doing something he was determined to do himself. He hobbled over to the mirror she had been looking into before and pulled the lamp closer to it. Then he took in a deep breath and started to stitch up the wound in his face.

“Do you have any idea what I’m going to do to you now?” He asked. This was after she’d been blindfolded in such a way that she couldn’t see anything. Usually, when people messed around with blindfolds there was a lot of room for error. Letting light in or the ability to look down and see shadows. She wasn’t surprised that he knew what he was doing when it came to this sort of thing. “Answer me.”

“Anything you want.” She replied, “Master.”

“That’s a good girl.” He chuckled darkly and patted her on the cheek. She sensed movement around her, first on the bed shifting and then some kind of fabric around her neck. It wasn’t rope, it was something else. Perhaps one of his ties. The weight of the bed shifted again and she was still left sitting there with her arms handcuffed behind one of the posts. There was a pause and she heard a click then felt the cuffs release. There was no moment to recover from this as she was immediately yanked down and out of the bed by the tie around her neck. She yelped as she fell to the floor, with hardly any time to brace for impact. Somehow, she did manage to catch herself but just barely. “Quick thinking, I like that.”

“Thank you, sir.” She replied. The makeshift leash was tugged on again forcing her to crawl forward a bit then another sharp tug indicated that she needed to stop. She could hear him as he walked around behind her then felt his hands on her hips as he shoved her skirt up to reveal her panties. There was the swish of the blade from the knife popping up and the sensation of cold metal against her inner thighs. She gasped, shivered, and groaned softly as he started to cut the fabric of them away.

“My pleasure is your pleasure, your pain is my pleasure, anything I want is for me. Anything you are rewarded with, is just that. You have to earn things here, understood?” He asked then without much warning gave her a rough slap across the ass. She squealed and then nodded her head.

“Yes, sir.”

“You’re a faster learner. I wonder what else I can teach you.” He said, sounding very amused as she felt his fingers between her legs moving over the wet folds of her cunt. She groaned, knowing she was far more aroused than she should have been given the situation. He continued to tease her perfectly, as if he were playing an instrument that he was a master of. Working her closer and closer to climax before pulling his hand back to give her ass another slap. This was done in such an oddly timed way that she could never predict it and threatened to drive her insane. She didn’t know how long he had kept it up before she lost enough control to scream.

“Please!” She yelled, “Sir…please…”

“Do you even know what you are begging for?” He asked, “Fucking tell me what you want, Princess.” She whined and lowered her head, it was humiliating and so very fucking hot to hear him speak to her like that. She licked her lips slowly and took in a deep breath through her nose, letting it out through her mouth.

“Your cock, sir.”

“And what do you want me to do with it?”

“I…I want you to fuck me with it.”

“Why?”

“For your pleasure, I…I’m your naughty little fuck toy and I’m only here to serve you.” She breathed, her heart pounding in her chest.

“That’s what I like to hear.” He chuckled and gave her ass another slap. From behind her, she sensed more movement until she could feel the tip of his cock rubbing against her cunt, teasing and touching in all the right places. As she was about to yell out again for him to just hurry up he thrust into her and she moaned loudly. She’d have collapsed forward except for the fact that he had grabbed the tie around her neck and yanked back, keeping her upright lest she wanted to choke. From there he started to pound into her with reckless abandon. Every so often the fabric around her neck would restrict her airflow then release again. When she could draw breath all she could do was let it out as a moan. He’d never been so primal and dominant with her before, they’d dabbled in it sure but it hadn’t gotten this far. She knew she was already addicted to this and would never want it any other way. “Are you going to cum for me? Huh? You naughty little girl…”

“Y-Yes…Yes, sir…” She panted, when he allowed her the air to do so.

“Go on then, cum all over my cock.” He growled. She moaned again, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as his words triggered her climax. He moaned then as well, almost louder than her. The walls seemed to shake with the passion of it and she could nearly feel it vibrating through her as she hit her second climax then a third. Suddenly, the leash around her neck was released. She fell forward, unable to keep her weight up any longer. Then he was on top of her, pulling her close to him as he moved them both onto their side. She could do nothing but lay there basking in the afterglow of her orgasm feeling the rapid beat of his heart against her back. She silently hoped she’d never have to face a moment where such a motion ceased to exist when his blood would eventually run cold.

“You did a good job.” She said, once he was finished working on his face. It was quite impressive actually. Using just that dirty old mirror and some fishing line. She didn’t think she could have done it to herself even if it also meant the choice between life or death. “I have a first aid kit in my car. I can use that to see what I can do about your hand.”

“Be quick,” He said, “I don’t suppose you brought any painkillers with you.”

“Nothing heavier than tylenol but you know we are well stocked at home.” She stroked the side of his face that wasn’t injured and stood up. “Why did you need me to come here, this does seem like something you could have handled on your own.”

“I could have.” He said, reaching out to take her hand with his good one. He gave it a squeeze, “But that had nothing to do with it.”

“Then what else could it be?”

“Things didn’t go exactly according to plan and I’m going to need your help.” He replied, “Get the first aid kit. I'll explain more when you get back.” She nodded, knowing that his immediate care took priority over something he could explain after. If he seemed to think there was time to sit and talk she wasn’t worried about that before making sure he was stable and in as good of health as he possibly could be. As she exited the warehouse again, to get to her car, the gravity of the situation hit her. She had to pause for a moment, catch her breath, and try to stifle the tears that were threatening to fall. In all of this time, though she’d seen him injured, she had never seen him come as close to death as that. She’d also never in her wildest dreams expected for him to say anything about his plans not going as he’d devised them. How bad was it that he wanted her involved? She didn’t know. What she did know was that if someone had done this to him with the intent to end his life, she wanted revenge. Possibly even more than he believed he did at that moment.

#costas mandylor #mark hoffman #horror #saw franchise #saw movies #mark hoffman x oc #mark hoffman fan fiction

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the-heart-of-a-monster · 20 days

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I’M BACK MUAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAA COWER IN FEAR FOR I HAVE RETURNED ONCE MORE TO ONCE AGAIN SPEW THE OBVIOUS

Translation: I’m back and I’m making it everyone’s problem

So yes, I saw the new pages, and as it turns out I was right about Sonic! As suspected, he’s hiding how he really feels about his new bodily features, and I think he’ll continue to do so for the rest of the comic. The finale for this series is right around the corner, and this issue is gonna have a lot of Eggman fighting, so based on what we already know… Yeah. Unless Sonic’s development is intended to be kinda rushed or last-minute, I don’t think he’s going to stop faking his optimism. It also has to be remembered that Sonic doesn’t always have to fake said optimism because he is at heart a hero and a snarky little gremlin. During the earlier days of the comic, Sonic was seen being elated at the prospect of Shadow willingly keeping a secret for him. Bro danced and sang all the way home just because someone was being nice to him. But even still, he’ll most likely continue faking his true emotions at least until the very end of the comic when things go back to normal for him. Because at the end of the day, Sonic is a happy little guy who just does what’s best for him and his friends, and that is that.

About the secret base, I honestly find it so funny and so realistic that the Chaotix have to basically beg for new cases in order to pay for their home and the secret base. It’s like families who thought they’d have enough for two homes but then a year or two goes by and they’re like “Oh crap, we’re broke.” It makes so much sense and it’s so funny to me! Meanwhile the others just appreciate the fact that they have a secret base and not the fact that they pay for both homes. 🤣

Chaotix: 🥲 Yeah yeah we’re fine we’re not broke we’re totally alright 👍🥲

OH AND HERE IS SOMETHING I JUST THOUGHT OF. There is of course a reason why the Chaotix have a secret base, and I wondered for a second why they would need it in the first place. They’re detectives, journalists, problem-solvers. In their field of work, it doesn’t take too much effort to become targets of the government. So, in case they got noticed by either GUN or some other important people, they have a back-up place where they could continue their work in secret. I think they specifically anticipated GUN, because they make a point to mention them in their explanation in the newest page. Probably not something SuperEm thought too hard on, but uh. I did. So… Guess I did their job for them???? idk I thought it would be cool to flex my worldbuilding skillz

Now I wanna talk about Rouge here. She, along with Amy, know far more than they let on and I’m wondering if that will have a part to play in Sonic’s story moving forward. In the newest page, we see him standing awkwardly and trying to grasp the fact that his friends knew about him for a while! He figured Tails might have taken the hint a while ago because he knows Tails better than anyone, but Amy?? That’s a different story. The two haven’t properly interacted in a while, almost 2 years (Or maybe 1 year I’m terrible at this) in our time and a week or two in their time. Amy and Rouge have been investigating Dark Gaia and Sonic’s new form for probably a month or so, meaning that they’ve known for a long, long time! I think Knuckles and the Chaotix were the only ones left in the dark the longest. So if Sonic were to find out about this, how would he react?? I’m thinking it wouldn’t be too different to his reaction about Tails and everyone else knowing, but him and Amy have had a rocky relationship status over the years, so it could also be different. I doubt we’ll get to see anything since it doesn’t make much of a difference to the blue blur at this point in the comic, but if we do I’m excited to see how he’ll react!

Now I’m going back to Sonic for a bit because I noticed something intriguing about him in the newest page. In the first panel, we see him standing awkwardly with his hands tied behind his back, fidgeting with his fingers impatiently. Then we see him immediately walk over to Shadow, who’s waiting for him outside. When he opens the curtain, we see him squint upwards towards the sky, a warm light seeping onto his face and his whole stature seeming softer. (For lack of a better word) Thematically, this sequence of movement/expressions is used to indicate a character’s growth, or to just show that they are willing to become better. I mean, that’s my takeaway from that. I’m not a theatre/film professional. All I do is stare at animations and talk about each frame as if I know stuff. But for me that’s the kind of vibe I’m getting from this page, that Sonic is learning or growing, and that he’s willing to step out into the light and be fine with who he is. Earlier on in the comic, he would’ve requested for Shadow to come inside or for him to not be seen by others, but now that he’s been through quite a lot and after being appreciated by the small snowy village, he feels much better about himself and is thus willing to just. Walk outside for a bit and talk to someone. Sonic is learning how to be around people again, learning to trust others with his secrets, and I love that for him.

Again this most likely is not SuperEm’s intention and I highly doubt those were the actual the thematically correct rules, so if anyone is reading this and is a film/comic geek, please Please PLEASE correct me via a reblog or a comment. I need some correction desperately please. I don’t wanna spew incorrect information.

Now, I would go ahead and talk about Shadow because he clearly has a lot going on in his brain, but OH MY GOD THIS THING IS HUGE. PROBABLY THE BIGGEST ASK IVE EVER WRITTEN HERE ON THIS FINE WEBSITE CALLED TUMBLR. So please do yourself a favor and give your eyes a break because holy crap I did not skip any corners for this one. Your pupils will thank you later, I promise. Go read a real book or go outside or something, please.

Anywhizzle, thank you so so so much for reading this whole thing, and have a good day/night!

(Also SuperEmeralds, just know that I adore your outdoor backgrounds so so much and they are not being overlooked. Your background skills are amazing and I’m so hype for what you have in store for the next few pages)

i think it is interesting how split the opinions are on sonic having learned nothing throughout the story and sonic finally having accepted his flaw and adapting. the mirror snap has divided the thoam theory community like no other askfjhasjkfhajk

who says they're paying for that run down place though? trust me i think super hard about literally everything, im sometimes embarrased abt it bc literally no one ever points most of my little details out but it makes me happy to connect dots so i just keep doing it

though sonic already reacted in a way, he knows everyone knew. granted the explaination happened off screen because quite frankly i didnt want the same conversation to happen twice back to back with the end of issue 8 and the beginning of issue 9, its better to just fill in the blanks yourself with everything.

the way i wrote sonic's emotions after waking up hopefully convey everything going through his mind well. there's a whole lot more pages to this so rest assured it's not over! your interpretation definitely makes sense! though i'd def disagree with the idea that in an earlier state of the comic sonic would've called for shadow to come inside? if his secret came out earlier in the comic he would still have reacted similarly and learned his lesson equally. the difference with the way it is in the comic is that he learned more about himself, and shadow, by dragging out the resolution to his (non)problem

thanks btw i love drawing environments and ur gonna get a good view of some really cool stuff soon ^_^

btw i have a name.. u can call me talaka, it's a little awkward to be called by my @ lol

#fan lore #clover-the-awesomest #long post #text heavy #fan theories

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WOLLEMI WHUMP EVENT DAY 3 - THREAT

Caleb's first day as Dominic's pet!! YAYYYYYY!!

CW: False hope hehe, beating mention, Pet whump, Young whumpee, Choking, *deep breath* Intimate and creepy whumper(He's bipolar af too), Kidnapping mention, captivity, fear, psychological distress, Threatening :)

Caleb slowly blinked his eyes awake, expecting to see his small but cozy room around him as the cool aroma of the newly planted saplings would fill the apartment. Although to his demise, he was met with the walls of a dingy room. Probably the basement he thought. His eyes widened as reality hit him. The walk back home, the van, the beatings, the auction.. and then the sight of a mysterious man looking down at him. Caleb pulled at his hair as he couldn't really process what was happening. He gasped heavily, his breath hitching.

T-This is a dream right? I just need to wake up then everything's going to alright.. M-My roommates are going to laugh at me a-any second now and tease me a-about how i panicked over a nightmare right? I-I just need to wait.. Any time now...

As stupid as it sounded, he couldn't accept it. He just.. couldn't. Caleb got up from the mattress turning over to walk towards the door. Just as his hand would reach the door, he fell down with a groan, lifting his head to see the chain around his ankle. He then felt a gloomy presence over him as he took the risk to slowly look up at the figure, his breath catching up in his throat. The man just gave him a smile in response.

"You've finally woken up huh? I was starting to wonder if the drugs I gave you were too strong." Caleb looked at him in horror scuttering back until he felt the wall against him. "No need to be scared kitten.. Well as long as you behave that is" The man gave him a kind smile.. almost too kind.

"Y-You son of a bitch- You motherfucker- Y-You think you can get away with this? T-The police are probably on your trails right no-" He was cut off with his captor tching. "Hope... It's a child's play y'know. Well, you see in this world.. The rich, they get what they want and well.." He continued his voice dripping with fake sympathy and sadness.

"People like you have to suffer because of it. And as much as I hate to say it it's very easy to buy the police with money.. Noone would even bother if a college student disappeared. You would've ran away from home for all they could say!" He said it so casually that one would think they were talking about tea. Caleb glared at him. He wanted nothing more than to just plunge a knife through the man's heart and get out of here.

The man's hand snaked around Caleb's hand suddenly pushing him to the wall. The grip tightened as his airways were cut off. Caleb struggled, lifting his head trying to breathe. The man leaned in close as his breath hitched his new pet's ears. "And well.. I could do things to you and your family too to make sure you don't cause any funny business hm..? Because if you so much as think of defying me again.. Remember this." He hissed, voice completely different to the friendly one before.

"I know everything about you. Your family, your loved ones—they're all within my reach. Cross me, and their blood will stain your hands." Caleb gave a small nod, tears trickling down his cheeks. The smile found the man's face again as he dropped him to the ground ignoring how he spluttered and coughed.

"Well then! We haven't had a proper introduction yet, have we? My name's Dominic! What about you, kitty?"

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THOUGHTS WHILE WATCHING GILMORE GIRLS: S3/EP6: TAKE THE DEVILED EGGS (Pt 2) (This One's Gonna Be a Real Rage Inducer) (Lots Of Interesting Development Though) (So many things happening) (Salty Rambles about Jess Mariano's Birthday)

There is something to be said about Luke (on multiple occasions) readily admitting he pays Jess in ketchup packets to toil in the Coffee Mines more or less against his will. I get that it's just a part time job after school...before school..while he's cutting school..always working...never stopping...never reicieving any tips from Lorelai and Rory... Rory needs a job... Rory and Lorelai need to pay for their food... Anyway these comments shed a light on the shaky economies of small businesses in small towns which is interesting to me. Gilmore Girls is really, at it's core, a show about class. One day he could wake up to find his diner has been turned into a Dunkin Donuts (this is Not-Quite-But-Almost-New England after all, where DD is king).

Hahahahaha!! Jess stole money to buy a car and he committs attempted murder! Hahahahaaha! You're SO FUNNY LORELAI GILMORE. Your daughter stole a boat.

Yeah. And maybe back home, he did had to steal to survive sometimes. How about them apples, Lorelai Gilmore. God, do I loathe her.

Don't say that around Lorelai, I think she'd believe you were being serious.

A couple of the moots and I recently decided that in the recent past, Liz managed to land and then lose a halfway decent boyfriend/ father figure to Jess who had a car and taught Jess to drive and do repairs and some other light adulting. I honestly feel like this is the only thing that makes sense.

HE LOOKS SO GOOD IN THIS SCENE!!! Fuck meeee. Look at that li'l curl...

LOOK AT IT!!!! You know what, I'm calling it. I'm putting my foot down. This is the hottest Milo had ever looked in the entirety of seasons 2 and 3. It's that perfectly gelled hair, the jean jacket, the cool tshirt. Very James Dean. Woof. Let's see, what would I choose for second place? I have to go with the party scene in KegMax, another episode with impeccably jelled hair and a jean jacket (and even while he was apparently sick shooting that episode too). He just progresses in hotness the further season 3 marches on.

These four words "I'm still a minor" are a point of contention for me in the ongoing debate about his birth month. My beliefs: Jess is a Virgo. He was born in August or early September. This would make him just older than Rory by just a smidge. Since well over a year has passed in the show since the episode he arrived in Stars Hollow as a 17 year old (when he arrived, it was early September as Rory had just started school in that episode), he had just celebrated his birthday before arriving and so he has to have already turned 18 by this episode. However, I will consider the theory that Luke was clueless or misinformed about his age at the time he arrived (because it's not like LIz is in any way reliable with information) and he was actually 16 going on 17 when he hopped off the bus last year, and maybe he has an October or November birthday making him slightly younger than Rory. It would make sense that both missed the kindergarten cut off dates in 1989 at their respective schools (which is rock solid canon already for Rory, as she was born in October 84 but graduated in 03 instead of 02), putting them in the same grade.

Salty has put a pathetic amount of thought into this. So, how can I accept this statemen? I attribute it to the same brand of biting sarcasm that gave us "I mugged an old lady" moments ago and also because this scene doesn't make a whole lot of sense to begin with. He's still a minor, but he got his own insurance all by himself under his own name, which is not really a thing, but not his own car registration? Committing insurance fraud perhaps? Sketchy insurance company that didn't ask too many questions? He knows a guy who knows a guy who can print up some fake documents? At that point why not go all the way with the white collar crimes and forge Luke's signature on the registration too? See, Lorelai thinks Jess is a thief and murderer when he's really a white collar criminal like Taylor Doose.

My memory was certain that he produced a cigarrette and not a pen in this scene. I had to edit this post to remove a line about him smoking. I guess I confused it with the Then She Appears/ Cmurrh kissing scene, where he's also wearing a jean jacket with a popped collar. Damn. I can't wait for that scene...

Just some light fraud. If the car belonged to someone in Stars Hollow, whoever's registration he stole probably deserved it anyway. This is how I approach all "Crimes" Jess commits in Stars Hollow. There are only a few people who don't deserve it. Your honor, my client is innocent.

Oh no, the couch of doom. No good conversations ever happens between Rory and Lorelai on the couch, especially after one of them comes home at night and finds the other one on the couch. The Gilmores recieve an invitation to Sherry's baby shower. The moots and I have determined that Doula and Gigi will eventually band together to form the most powerful duo of neglected half sisters the world has ever seen. For the record, today Doula would be 17 and Gigi would be 21. Since Jess eventually comes to adopt and raises Doula she has a somewhat decent chance of coming out a well adjusted adult. At the very least, if she was stuck with TJ and Liz, Jess would still be a positive influence on her life, visit her and look out for her and make sure she didn't get sucked into any cults. The odds are a lot more grim for Gigi with Crusty and Sherry as her forever "parents" and let's face it, very likely her relationship with big sister Rory or any of the other Gilmores is non existent.

And things were so peaceful. Especially since Dean hasn't reared his ugly head in the last two episodes, either.

You flip flop with Crusty so much how can anyone possibly keep track of whether you're on the outs with him or banging him at any given time?

And by saying that out loud you're gonna tip the balance of the universe and he's going to show up. I looked ahead and although this is sadly still a Crusty-Focused episode, he doesn't actually make an appearance. Small blessings. To Lorelai's surprise, Rory admits that she's been in contact with Crusty and Lorelai is okay with it but upset that Rory was hiding it from her. God, he's such a parasite.

Emails. How quaint.

Highly debatable.

#gilmore girls #denise rewatches gilmore girls #gilmore girls season 3 #TDDE #Take the Deviled Eggs #Rory Gilmore #Lorelai Gilmore #Jess Mariano #Luke Danes #Milo Ventimiglia

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speedywombatpsychicpasta · 2 years

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‘Brighter Than The Stars’

‘Brighter Than The Stars’ (Impostor!Albedo x afab!Reader NSFW)

Word count- 3245

A/N- I’m going through writer’s block right now so here, have some shameless smut. Also, first time writing NSFW. Feedback welcomed.

Warnings- dom!afab!Reader, dacryphilia, NSFW content

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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"You're late," were the words you were greeted with the moment you stepped foot through the entrance of the cave on Dragonspine. You couldn't suppress the smile tugging at your half-frozen lips at the blond's antics.

"Missed me that much? It's only been a week."

Subject Two, or Rubedo- as you have taken to calling him for the past couple months, rolled his eyes, his expression softening as his lips parted to let out a sigh. He's tense, you noted, taking a seat next to him on the log in front of the fire. Like Albedo, Rubedo didn't require warmth to survive in the cold. But he knew you did.

"Not going to argue with me?"

All you got in response was a huff, not even bothering to meet your gaze as he crossed his arms near his chest, his figure illuminated only by the orange glow of the flame. You were already well too used to his moods, having dealt with them frequently enough during your time together in the last two months.

"I'm sorry", you sighed. "I've been so caught up with new commissions and then Lisa asked me to help reorganize the books in the library, and I just couldn't find the right time to visit."

The silence stretched between the two of you, almost as cold as the winds howling outside and twice as unbearable. You opened your mouth and then shut it, finding yourself at a loss for words.

You knew he was being difficult on purpose, yet the blame fully belonged to you this time.

It was almost like in the beginning, when you found him up on the mountain a little while after the attack, wandering around, claiming he was looking for materials for future experiments. You knew from the first moment you laid eyes upon him that he was not the real Chief Alchemist, yet refrained from mentioning it, curious as to how long he would keep the ruse up.

The day went by quickly, filled with animated chatter and scouring the side of the mountain for any useful resource. It was impossible to not notice the differences between the two homunculi. It was mostly prevalent in the way they talked. For the most part, their vocabularies were the same- overly fancy and filled to the brim with alchemical terms that you found utterly incomprehensible. But one who was familiar in the slightest with Albedo's behavior would notice right away the uncharacteristic spark of excitement and curiosity that the impostor's voice carried.

The moment the sky darkened and night fell, you found yourself being stirred towards another part of the mountain, the fake claiming that there had been some problems with the former camp, thus having to relocate to a different area.

You were sitting on the same log back then, staring at the same fire when you turned to him and said the words that would lead you here in a few months- trying to pacify an upset Rubedo because you haven't visited him in a week.

'I know who you are.'

What happened after was a blur. Yelling, panicking-mostly on his part- until your arms wrapped around him, pulling his body flush against your own. The sword in his hand clattered to the ground, arms hesitantly wrapping around you.

'It's alright. I won't hurt you, I promise.'

That was the beginning of something that would later become your downfall. How could it not when you've become so hopelessly smitten with the man? The long talks the two of you shared, late at night while stargazing on the edge of a cliff or the way he listened to your stories, ever so eager to learn more, all while making funny comments that would make you crack up with laughter.

You visited him with every chance you got after that. Until you didn't. One week of not seeing you proved itself enough to drive Rubedo up the wall with worry. When had he become so dependent on you? he would find himself wondering. Worry morphed into anger, viciously sinking its claws into his synthetic heart, sending him spiraling. There were times when he almost hated you, sitting on your favorite cliff, watching the stars that seemed less shiny now that you were no longer there.

But here you were now, and Rubedo wanted to give you a dose of how he's been feeling since you've been gone. But his resolve paled when compared to the urge to be close to you, hear your soft voice murmuring apologies in his ear while you hold him.

You had no damn right to make him fall in love with you only to disappear whenever you wished!

"I've missed you," you whispered, laying a tentative hand on his. It was cold, he noticed. Archons, you were shivering so bad! You must be frozen from the climb, and here he was- being a jerk because he thought you abandoned him. Rubedo chided himself for not noticing it earlier, too caught up in his own thoughts. Now you were here and that was all that mattered to him.

"You're freezing. Come here." You let out a soft gasp as he took hold of your hand, pulling your body to straddle his lap and wrapping his arms around you. Rubedo wasn't necessarily warm- in fact he was quite cold himself, but you'd be lying if you said that being this close to him wasn't enough to make you overheat.

Your hand was mindlessly playing with his hair, making it hard for the poor experiment to keep it together.

"I've missed you too," he finally said, his face buried in the crook of your neck. It wasn't unusual for the two of you to be so close to each other. This time it felt different though. The atmosphere was somehow heavier- charged, and if you hadn't known better, you would have assumed you were accidentally using your Electro. "I thought you would never come back."

You pulled away a bit, making the male have to move away. His eyes still refused to meet yours.

"I would never abandon you, Ruby."

Rubedo only let out a low hum in response, not bothering to lift his head. Your hand gently cupped his chin, lifting it enough for his eyes to lock onto yours. Glistening tears were streaming down his cheeks. Oh, Ruby…

You wiped the tears, more threatening to spill no matter how hard Rubedo tried to urge them away. Your hand returned to cupping his chin, thumb idly caressing his cheek. Your faces were inches apart, and by the looks of it, Rubedo seemed to have noticed as well. The spark in your eyes threatened to set his heart ablaze. But how comforting he found it to burn, if only to feel your warmth. His eyes dropped down to your lips and he swallowed thickly.

The next moment, your lips were on his. He was frozen in place at first, never having expected something so straightforward, and his inexperience was obvious. It was quite endearing how sloppy he was, letting you lead so easily and being content with mimicking your actions. You could feel him smiling as well. The sensation was intoxicating, leaving you craving for more- more of this, more of him.

The kiss grew deeper, and when your tongue grazed his bottom lip, Rubedo could swear he felt his brain short-circuit. The two of you parted in need of air, only to dive in again. Your lips tasted like Sunsettias, making his mind cloud. He could get addicted to this, Rubedo thought to himself. His hands enveloped you, pulling you flush against him. Your hand found purchase on his hip while the other raked through his hair.

It took all in him for Rubedo to contain the moans threatening to spill out with every passing second. But all his effort came crashing down when your hand tugged on his blonde locks, making him let out what was probably the most sinful noise one could imagine. He was done for, Rubedo concluded. You were going to be the death of him. But what did it matter right now, when you were so impossibly close, radiating desire like a fire that he was eager to be consumed by.

Your lips separated again, but when you went back to kissing, it wasn't his lips, but his neck that you planted soft pecks on. Yep… he was positively doomed!

"You have no idea for how long I've wanted to do this, Ruby." He would normally blush at the nickname if you weren't currently giving Rubedo other more pressing reasons to blush. Like your weight on top of his lap, pressing down on something that knocked the breath out of him.

You were getting bolder and bolder, encouraged by his soft moans and groans, now sucking and biting the soft porcelain-white skin.

"I-I've… mhm… wanted to do t-this with y- Ah!"

Your lips locked on the spot Albedo's golden mark was, sucking and kissing as if there was no tomorrow.

His hand clamped over his mouth to muffle the obscene sound threatening to escape, and before you could even process it, his hands were wrapped in the fabric of your clothes, clinging to you like his life depended on it.

"This is… ah! It's t-too much… P-please," he begged, words jumbled and barely coherent.

You liked it when he begged. He looked so cute with his face bright red and his eyes scrunched shut. You decided to have mercy on the poor male. Your lips pulled away from his neck, but not before planting a small kiss on the mark you left.

"Ruby, do you… want to continue?"

The blond gave a nod in return, still struggling to catch his breath. Not enough.

Your finger lifted his chin, bringing his face closer to yours. For a moment he thought you were going to kiss him. Excitement bubbled inside of him and he closed his eyes, eager to feel your mouth on his again.

"Be a good boy and use your words, will you?"

Rubedo's breath hitched. His eyes fluttered open, ice-blue pools clouded with desire. He struggled to get his breathing under control enough to answer you.

"Yes. I… fuck! I-I want you, please!"

You smiled before sitting up. He whimpered, already missing the closeness and the warmth of your body. Your hand entwined with Rubedo's, gently steering him towards the makeshift bed in the corner of the cave. The man followed your every movement, as if in a trance, only letting out a strangled gasp when his back pressed to the rough fabric he used as bed sheets. The next moment you were on top, pulling him into a heated kiss while your hand snaked under his shirt, drawing out sweet little moans against your lips and leaving the blond beneath you a mess.

You pulled away, a string of saliva connecting the both of you. The view was making his stomach coil. He's read about it before, reproduction- something that humans did to propagate their species, and something that a synthetic being like him was incapable of. But they did it for other reasons too- to show love, trust, and some even for fun. And now Rubedo was doing this with you. To know that you felt the same as him. It filled him with joy. Joy that he would get to experience something so entirely human as being loved.

The coat came off quickly and so did the belt. You slowly unbuttoned his shirt and he helped you slide it down, leaving him half exposed. It was fine if you were the one seeing him like this. You trailed kisses all over his smooth pale skin, from his hips to his chest, before your lips firmly locked around his nipple. Your hand took care of the other one, gingerly twirling and pinching it between your fingers. The cave was soon filled with broken moans and loud pants.

"Ahhh! F-fuck… It feels… mhm! It feels g-good," he blurted between shallow breaths. You pressed on, watching him come undone under your ministrations, only to pull away with a loud pop. Breathy protests that spilled out of Rubedo's mouth were quick to be hushed.

"Where would be the fun in ending it so quickly?"

Oh, you devious little… Rubedo bit on his hand to hold back a groan as your hand trailed down where he needed you the most. He was painfully hard. That much was obvious. His pants were quick to come off, strewn across the floor in some corner of the room. Lithe fingers brushed up the cold skin of his thigh, sending shivers up his spine before hooking around the band of his already-stained underwear to pull it down in one fluid motion eased by Rubedo raising his hips.

His cock sprang out eagerly- the tip an angry shade of red and leaking with pre-cum. You took it in your hand, running a finger across the tip and smearing the juices across it before giving it a tentative pump, making the poor experiment under you writhe in ecstasy.

This must be what ascending felt like… Gods, you got him higher than Celestia!

Every touch made him feel like his body finally belonged to him, like he wasn't a mere prototype, a copy of another. You were here, with him, not with that alchemist.

"Hah! Oh! Archons… f-fuck!"

Rubedo's eyes were scrunched shut, tears already forming in the corners.

"You're doing so good, pretty," you cooed softly.

He could feel his arousal twist into a knot that was getting closer and closer to bursting with every move of your hand on his cock.

"I'm… mhm … getting close!"

His mewls grew louder, thighs shaking as the knot inside of him finally burst, leaving the man crying out in pleasure, thick white ropes shooting all over his lower stomach. Your movements slowed down, helping him ride out his orgasm.

It was addicting- the mixture of love and lust swarming his brain, sending heat pooling down to his still-hard member.

"More, please," Rubedo pleaded, having barely come down from his high. Who were you to deny?

"You don't need to beg for anything, love." You kissed his cheek, stripping out of your clothes with ease. Rubedo swore he had never seen anything as beautiful.

You climbed on top of him. You'd normally take your time to properly stretch yourself out beforehand, but your patience was slipping between your fingers with the way Ruby looked at you. And you were already so wet… You slowly eased yourself on top of him, your groans mixing together as you took your time to accommodate to the way his cock was forcing your velvety walls apart.

"You're so tight! And warm!" His words were knocked out of him when he finally bottomed out inside of you. The fit was tight, but nothing uncomfortable.

"I can," you let out a low groan. "I can feel you twitching inside of me. Relax, love. Let me take the lead."

You lifted on him enough to almost completely pull out, only to slam back down.

"Uh, yes! Yes, please! Hah!"

You built a slow but steady rhythm, driving the blond crazy with every roll of your hips. He was mesmerized, eyes watching intently on how you fucked yourself with his cock.

You resumed your work on his neglected nipples, sucking and biting. Every nerve in his body was on fire.

Tears were already spilling down his cheeks. His arms were tangled in the bed sheets, clinging to them like a lifeline. He could feel the same tension slowly gathering in the pit of his stomach. Your name was rolling out of his lips, a sinful litany spoken in dragged-out syllables, between sounds of pleasure and hissed curses.

"Fuck! I love you! I love you," Rubedo repeated on and on, like a broken record, glimmering droplets staining his cheeks.

You lifted your mouth to reciprocate his declaration, to whisper soft praises and sweet nothings against his chest, while your pace increased.

"You're doing so well. So pretty, stretching me so good. Can you feel it, Ruby?"

You brushed away a strand of hair matted to his forehead, beads of sweat trickling down both your bodies.

His hand found yours, gripping it loose enough to not hurt. He was so close, and you'd be lying if you said you weren't.

"Please kiss me!" he blurted out between moans, mind too hazy to think of anything else. His eyes were half-lidded and he looked ready to burst out in tears again. Huh, you would have never guessed Rubedo was a crier during sex. The thought got a smile out of you "Kiss me until I can't breathe. Bruise my lips until they hurt-"

His next words were muffled when you pulled him in, your lips crashing down on his. If there was a word he could use to describe the kiss, it would be the word fervent. The sweetness of you mixed in with the salty taste of tears, tipping the boy over the edge.

"I'm going to-"

He didn't get to finish his sentence before the wave of pleasure hit him, making him release inside of you. The feeling was enough to bring you to climax as well, moaning against his mouth before pulling away.

Your movement didn't relent though, determined to give the poor experiment a memorable first time.

"It's t-too… ah! Too much!" he mewled, thighs still shaking from the orgasm he's just had.

"Do you want me to stop, Ruby?"

"N-no!"

Your hand tangled in his hair, while his found purchase on your hips, guiding your movement as you rode him. The squelching sounds your bodies made were resounding through the cave.

"I've been dreaming of this for so long," he said between breaths.

"Of fucking me, Ruby?"

You were getting close, and from his gasps, you deduced he was too.

"Mhm… Not just- oh- fucking. Of getting to kiss you, feel you… fuck! Feel you c-close."

"I doubt there's any closer than this," you laughed. "I'm gonna come, sweetheart."

"Same!"

"Then come for me, pretty." With a final roll of your hips, you were swimming in bliss. The male followed shortly after, moaning your name before his cock squirted his release into your throbbing hole, leaving him seeing stars as his vision blurred for a second.

You fell on top of him, weary from the effort. Rubedo wrapped you in his arms, nuzzling his face into your hair while struggling to catch his breath. His dainty fingers traced small circles on your back.

"Ruby?"

"Mhm?"

You had to tell him.

"I'll have to leave for Sumeru soon."

His body froze, the beat of his heart accelerating as panic took hold of him.

"No! You, you can't! I-"

"I want you to come with me."

He was silent for a second secretly thanking the Archons that you weren't suggesting separating, just when he finally had you. He would not be able to face that.

"You know I'd follow you to the end of Teyvat. Hell! Even further than that if you asked me. But I'm no adventurer. I wouldn't be capable of assisting you with your quests."

You planted a soft kiss on his head.

"I don't want you there as an assistant."

"Then w-"

"I want you there as my lover."

Rubedo hummed, seemingly mulling over your proposal. He smiled.

"Very well. I'd like to come with you. I'd like to… be your lover."

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#genshin x reader #impostor albedo #rubedo #rubedo x reader #subject two #susbedo #no beta we die like rex lapis #genshin smut #subject two genshin #genshin impact smut #sub genshin #i don't even know what I'm doing at this point

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fluff prompt 35 with Robin? 🥺

Finally fluff Robin! I'm tired of always breaking her heart 🙂

"We’ve been celebrating our wedding anniversary on the wrong day for the past nine years."

Robin and Y/N have been married for around 9 years. They fell in love during the whole upside down fiasco. Y/N was an old friend of Steve's when they all first discovered the upside down. Once it was all settled she moved to California, hoping to leave it behind her. But when Steve called a few years later saying it's worse than ever, she was right back in Hawkins. She figured she'd kill some creatures, gain new fears and be done with this shit. But what she didn't expect was to fall in love during the worst possible time.

The second Steve introduced her to a loud, fast talking, and sarcastic girl, she was screwed. She learned her name was Robin and a new friend of Steve's. A friend that Steve made very clear, with a horrible wink, was definitely gay. Y/N remembered punching Steve but secretly thanking him for giving her a heads up.

Fighting vecna and trying to stay alive was most important, not trying to flirt with the gorgeous dark haired and blue eye goddess she got partnered up with. Once again, thanks to Steve. But that didn't mean Y/N couldn't look at her from time to time. She even went as far to throw herself around Robin when the ground began to shake. Steve watched with a smirk as both girls blushed a deep red.

When Y/N was saying her goodbyes and heading back to California, Robin asked her on a date. Robin knew she'd hate herself if she never went for it. Plus Y/N saved her life twice in the upside down, she deserves to buy her dinner, right?

Before they knew it Robin and Y/N were calling each other daily. Sending love letters day after day. Planning trips to visit each other. Months went on and turned into years. Steve annoyingly takes credit for their relationship, and makes sure that they both know it.

Their engagement was slightly different from others. Both girls wanted to propose to each other in different ways. Y/N had Joyce helping her and Robin had Steve. All four making the most special and romantic proposal ever. But Y/N and Robin ruined it for each other. Both were getting too excited to wait, and accidentally proposed too early, at the wrong place and at the same time. Joyce and Steve wanted to be mad at all their hard work going to waste. But when both girls showed up with two diamond rings on each other's fingers with the biggest smile they've ever seen, they let it slide. They decided they didn't need a big proposal for each other. Asking at what felt like the right moment felt more like them.

At their wedding, Steve's whole speech was how he planned it all out for them. Both brides rolled their eyes but laughed along. They did owe Steve, because without him they never would have fallen in love.

"baby, which restaurant do you want to go to for our anniversary?" Y/N asked as she sat next to Robin on the couch.

"tough call. Maybe the same place we've been going to for the last 9 years." She laughed as she pretended to think.

"I can't believe it's been that long. I think Steve's payment plan of marrying you is coming up around the 10 year mark. Better soak it up now." Y/N joked.

Robin faked laughed, "haha funny." She said with a smile. Smacking her wife's shoulder.

As Y/N waited for Robin to finish getting ready, she looked through their wedding book. Smiling at the memories.

"I can't get over how fucking beautiful you looked this day." Y/N sighed as she stared at her wife's beaming smile in her white suit.

"just that night?" Robin asked, clipping her necklace as she walked to sit next to Y/N.

"you know you look beautiful all the time." Y/N kissed her cheek. Laughing as her red lipstick stained Robin's cheek.

Together they looked through the book. Stopping in confusion at their wedding invitation.

"wait Rob, the date, is that right?" She asked, showing Robin the piece of paper.

Robin looked at it closely with scrunched eyebrows.

"that can't be right. We got married on October 13th!" She said, snatching the book and looking at it closer.

"the invitation says the 15th Robin! There's no way that's wrong. It's the actual invitation we sent out." Y/N tried to explain.

"Are you saying that we’ve been celebrating our wedding anniversary on the wrong day for the past nine years?" Robin asked

"babe, I think we have."

Both erupted in a huge laugh. Eyes watering and gasping for air as they held their stomaches.

"only us baby. Only us." Y/N sighed out, stomach still in pain from laughing so hard.

"well shit, do we start celebrating on the 15th instead?" Robin asked

"nah, the 13th will be our always." Y/N said with a smile.

Both not knowing their anniversary just made them even more perfect for each other

#robin buckley x female reader #robin buckley stranger things #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley #robin buckley fluff #robin Buckley fluff x reader #robin buckley requests

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youmakemyhearthowl · 1 year

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Punk Princess

Steve's almost positive he’s gonna puke.

Because sure he’s seen Eddie DM with the kids before, but it’s like he’s a whole other person when he does it for the Hellfire club. There’s a heavier weight in the way he spins his story here, like he makes it more light weight and fun for the kids but he’s absolutely brutal in the club.

The heat has got to be set too high in here, Steve feels like he’s melting through his Anarchy sweater as he watches Eddie.

He’d always known Eddie drew in a crowd, pulling attention and lighting up a room. But the demanding, dominating presence he has in the old drama room has got Steve praying to whatever will listen that he doesn’t pop a boner while he’s sitting next to him. And maybe it's because Eddie keeps using this, this deep voice that’s got him distracted.

But honestly, Steve just can’t stop thinking about this man ruining him.

From the looks Robin keeps shooting him, he knows he’s not doing the best job hiding how flustered he is. Eddie commands the room, weaving the new campaign's story and pulling everyone into the fantasy world, and Steve is a weak, weak man.

Eddie turns to him then, eyes shimmering with passion and joy, his happiness leaking into the air around them, and smirks.

“What say ye, Sir Stephen the Devoted? Do you run, or do you stand and fight for your people?” Steve has to fight back the full body shiver that crawls up his spine, his brain going a little foggy at the low tone Eddie’s taken to using for the NPC he’s currently speaking as. His hand grips the pants on his leg tightly as he tries to will his brain to power back on and do something, say anything that might sound intelligent, but he’s stuck just, fucking staring at Eddie’s mouth, until someone slams their hand on the table, snapping him out of wherever the hell his brain had just gone. He glances around at his fellow Party members around the table, trying to figure out who made the noise, but every one of them has a look of fake innocence plastered on their face, a mischievous glint in every eye at the table. Robin snickers behind her hand, the new purple that she’d replaced the pink with in her hair, catching the light.

Steve was a fucking lost cause, he couldn’t even remember the question anymore.

“Uh… Can I roll perception?” Eddie's eyes light up and he clasps his hands together in excitement.

“Excellent call Stevie.” And he’s off, explaining what Steve sees after he rolls a 14, his arms moving to enunciate his words. Steve feels Robin's foot kick him under the table and he looks across at her, her charcoal smoked eyes glittering as she unleashes a full Robin smile on him.

He has to muffle his laugh behind his hand but Eddie's words cut off abruptly.

“I’m sorry Princess, is something funny?” And there's something that flashes in his eyes as he leans on his hands, close enough for Steve to feel his breath on his face, and Steve has to take a deep breath to ground himself, because Jesus Christ if that didn’t just totally get him hard.

“You know, boys who misbehave generally have to go sit in the corner until they’ve proven they can be good.” Eddie’s practically purring the words, and Steve has to suck in a sharp breath between his teeth, because he’s pretty sure if he doesn’t think of something else right now, he's gonna cream his pants like a preteen and that’s gonna be embarrassing for everyone in the room.

“I can be good.” He whispers out, eyes wide, watching as a slow smirk spreads across Eddie’s face.

“Then be quiet and pay attention when I’m talking.” Steve mimes zipping his lips and throwing away the key causing Eddie to nod.

“Good boy.”

Steve fucking ascends.

Leaves this planet and slams back down into his body so hard he’s gripping his leg enough to bruise. He’s vaguely aware he can hear Gareth and Robin snickering somewhere in the room, but he’s so focused on thinking about bugs, Demogorgons, anything to get his raging erection to go down before he’s got a very uncomfortable sticky condition in his pants. By the time Steve's able to think even semi coherently again, the rest of the players are arguing on what the next move should be, and Eddie’s eyes are burning holes in the side of his head.

He turns his gaze to offer Eddie a soft smile, and the smirk he’s met with tells him his entire situation didn’t go unnoticed by him. Steve runs his tongue over his lip ring to help calm his racing heart and Eddie’s eyes snap to the movement, Steve isn’t sure how, but his smirk gets wider.

He’s literally never going to be able to think about Eddie again without playing that whole conversation in his head on a loop. Over and over. When suddenly Eddie's eyes soften, his hand reaching out to smooth over the crease between Steve's eyebrows he knows appears when he’s thinking too hard.

“You okay pretty boy?” Eddie whispers, the two of them in their own little bubble while everyone else continues to argue over whatever they're arguing about.

“Yeah, yeah I’m okay.” He tries to offer up a reassuring smile, but it must not fully convince Eddie, because he drops his hand down under the table and grasps Steve's own giving it a soft squeeze. He returns the pressure searching Eddie’s eyes, Steve’s not really sure what he’s looking for, but looking into Eddie’s eyes seems to calm the waves of unease that had suddenly clung to his chest.

After the game ends for the night, Eddie is a ball of energy, jumping around and bouncing from person to person to talk to them about his favorite parts of what happened. It reminds Steve a lot of Dustin and his heart swells a little at that. Eddie looks so carefree like this, just happily talking about something he loves. He looks ethereal, beautiful. Like the sun coming out after a particularly terrible storm and

Oh.

This isn’t just a physical thing.

Fuck.

Steve’s pretty sure he’s way more then half in love with Eddie, and he’s so beyond not ready to face that. His track record in love sort of speaks for itself, and he’s not entirely ready to even risk running Eddie off. He needs Robin. He needs Robin right now. Slipping his arm around her shoulder and pulling her into his chest, he gently taps three times on her arm.

Three taps means I love you.

Three taps means I need you.

Three taps means Please help me.

Her head snaps up to look at him, and she must see the panic in his eyes, because in an instant she's linking their hands and dragging him off. Offering some kind of explanation to the rest of the group that has Eddie’s eyes catching his. He offers him a tight smile and lets himself be dragged off behind Robin.

“Okay what’s going on, Dingus?” Robin’s voice soothes something in Steve as she plops him down on a bench towards the side of the school, sitting next to him and angling their bodies to face each other. Steve notices idly that his combat boot smears some mud on her dark wash jeans.

“Is it the Eddie thing? Cause that was a little intense.”

“It’s kinda the Eddie thing, but not what happened in the room.” Steve can tell his smile probably looks forced. It’s not like he doesn’t think Eddie likes him back. He’s had plenty of evidence to show just how much he can get under Eddie’s skin too. But that’s all just physical. Physical, Steve can do, because hearts don’t get involved.

“Robs, I like him.” Robin snorts, her ‘no duh’ face loud and clear. “No I mean, I really like him.” He says this part quieter, the tremor in his hands the only thing really giving away how much this information terrifies him.

“That’s good isn’t it Steve? He obviously likes you back.” She reaches up and pushes some of his hair off his forehead, leaning down to make eye contact.

“I don’t have a good track record with relationships, Robin, like real relationships.” Her eyes seem to light up as she finally pieces together what he’s trying to say to her.

“Steve, darling, silly, Steve. That was the old Steve. The one you were when you weren’t really being yourself. That Steve had a bad track record with everything . This one, the real one, doesn't. This Steve is kind, and open, and a mean girl for the underdogs. This Steve is real. Which means that this Steve's relationships are going to be real, and more meaningful.” He’s never heard such a serious tone in her voice before. All random rambling gone, her hands wrapped firmly around his. She was steady and confident in her words, and who was Steve to argue really? When Robin was the perfect example as to how much deeper and more meaningful his relationships were now.

“You’re everything you know that?” Steve smiles at her, his chest warm and full.

“And you’re everything and more Steve Harrington. And I know it’ll take time to believe that, with how your parents were and how things ended with Nancy. But I’ll keep reminding you everyday.” She pulls a hand up to her chin deep in thought, “ And I’m willing to bet Eddie will too.”

And isn’t that just a concept?

“I think I’ll keep playing for a bit longer, before I tell him.” He knows he’s being a little shit with that, but it’s also to just give him time to wrap his head around everything he's realized, and make sure he’s really truly ready to commit to something before he does. Robin rolls her eyes.

“At least he seems to like taming brats.” She mutters under her breath, pulling Steve up and along towards the parking lot. “Now come on, you know how El gets when you’re home too late.”

#Punk Steve #Punk!steve #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin and steves friendship means so much to me #oopp steve blue screens #punk princess fic #steddie #steddie fic

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