#I still feel like I have to churn out stuff all the time to stay noticed and relevant which is Fun

[bambisbabygirl]

Omg hii girlll <3 I hope you're okay!! I wanted to know that I LOVE your writing, it's so cute and I love it✨✨ I want to request something like frat boy rafe x shy reader where he's so soft with her bc he's her first ever bf and stuff (and ofc, she's so soft itself) And also defends her from topper, Kelce and even ward bc she "tried" to defend Rafe from one of Ward's beatings.

Hiii angel!! 💖 First of all—thank you SO much, that seriously means the world to me!! I’m so glad you’re enjoying the writing—it’s always a joy to write for these Rafe moments (especially when he’s soft and protective over the shy girls like me 🥺).

Warnings; violence, threat, swearing

Note: omg i actually loved writing this thank you sm lemme know if u want anything changed

Protecting + Rafe

He was never used to her softness. To any softness really.

Not the kind that curled up in his lap during frat parties, whispers over the loud music.

Not the kind that clung to his hand with your shy, shaky fingers.

Not the kind that blushed whenever he kissed you- no matter how gentle.

Not the kind that blinked up at him like he’d just hung the moon because he carried your backpack to class.

You were new to it all.

To parties. To boys. To him.

And Rafe was so goddamn gentle with you it made people stare.

He still threw the parties. Still played beer pong. Still sold his “special magic” he would never tell you what it was though. He still had his pick of every girl on the lawn- and yet he chose you every damn time.

On the couch, rubbing slow circles into your thigh while you drink soda out of a solo cup, unable to consume any alcohol without immediately feeling ill.

You’d never had a boyfriend before.

Never had someone defend you.

Never had someone lean in, lips by your ear and say; “anyone messes with you? They answer to me.”

Which, of course, meant you had to actually deal with people trying to mess with you.

Like Topper and Kelce, who didn’t get why or even how Rafe Cameron was suddenly whipped over the; “shy virgin who never speaks”

Who didn’t get why he dropped parties early or walked home or missed keg runs cause “his girls not feeling well” “.

They called it whipped. Rafe? Called it peace.

It started at the party.

You were sitting in the kitchen while Rafe grabbed you another drink.

You liked being near the noise without being in it, and he always kept an eye on you from across the room.

But tonight, Topper found you first.

“Didn’t think you’d actually show up virgin.” He said slurring his words slightly

You smiled politely, although your stomach churned at the way him and Kelce were looking at you. The way they called you virgin. As if that’s all you were.

“I came with Rafe.”

Kelce chuckles behind him. “Of course you did”

“Tell me something,” Topper leaned on the counter next to you. “You actually like him? Or just the perks of being Cameron’s little pet.”

You blinked. “What-?”

“I mean let’s be honest, you’re not exactly his usual type.”

“Definitely not Sofia. That’s for sure.” Kelce mutters from behind.

That stung.

Your finger tighten around your cup. You didn’t even know what his usual type was, only that when he looked at you. It didn’t matter. You were his. You knew it by the way he said your name- like it was the softest sound in the world.

“Don’t talk about her like that.”Rafe’s voice cut through the kitchen like a blade.

He was behind Topper before you even realized he was there. Jaw tight, drink forgotten. You could see it in his eyes—how close he was to flipping the switch.

“She’s mine,” he said, hand curling around your shoulder. “And you don’t ever speak to her again.”

Topper scoffed. “Jesus, it was a joke.”

“You think I’m joking?”

He stepped forward. Kelce backed off.

“She’s too good for all of you,” Rafe muttered, just loud enough. “And if you ever say shit like that again, we’re gonna have a real problem.”

His hand stayed on you the whole way out.

But it was nothing compared to what happened with Ward.

You knew something was wrong when Rafe showed up at your dorm with his eye swollen and a bruise forming on his cheekbone. He brushed it off, said it was nothing, kissed your head and asked about your day.

But you weren’t dumb. You’d heard the way his voice dipped when he talked about his dad. You’d seen the flash of pain in his eyes when you asked what he was doing over break.

So when you showed up at Tannyhill one day—and heard the yelling from the foyer—you didn’t think. You ran.

Rafe was backed against the wall, flinching as Ward screamed.

And maybe your voice was small, maybe your hands were shaking, but you stepped between them anyway.

“Don’t yell at him.”

Everything went silent.

Ward blinked. Rafe stared.

“He didn’t do anything,” you said, voice shaking but steady. “He’s trying.”

Ward looked at you like you were some annoying gnat. “Who even are you?”

“She’s my girlfriend,” Rafe said from behind you. “And she’s right.”

And when Ward lifted his hand like he might point, or worse—

Rafe moved.

He pulled you behind him. Stood up straight, chest rising and falling.

“You ever raise your hand around her again, and I’ll make sure it’s the last thing you do.”

You grabbed his shirt, trembling.

Ward didn’t say anything. Not really. Just turned and walked away, muttering something about “softness” and “distractions.”

But Rafe didn’t care.

He just held you. In the hall. In the silence.

“You stood up for me,” he said eventually, voice cracked.

“So did you,” you whispered back.

Later that night, he curled around you in bed—your fingers tangled in his hair, his heart finally steady.

“You really never had a boyfriend?” he murmured.

You shook your head against his chest.

“Good,” he whispered, kissing your forehead. “Means I get to be your only one.”

[sturnioz]

the fraternity are hosting another event — this time, it's family weekend. authors note. theres no part two to this.

you pause at the entrance of the frat house on a saturday morning, taken aback and blinking in surprise as you watch frat brothers dart around like they're in a race against time.

some lug bags stuffed with trash, while others are holding rags and bleach, scrubbing away vigorously at surfaces. the sound of vacuums buzzes loudly in your ears too, and the sharp scent of fresheners fills the air, trying—and kind of failing—to mask the smell of lingering alcohol... and men.

normally, you'd see them all set up for a party by now—maybe even see a few pregame with beers and drugs—but to see them all cleaning like their lives depend on it, yelling at each other to hurry up and get it right.

it's a scene that almost feels surreal.

you stand there silently, unsure of what do do. should you sneak back out and come at a better time? or should you ask someone what's going on? are you dreaming? you feet feel glued to the floor as you shuffle nervously, hoping someone will notice you and fill you in on what's going on.

you turn your head slightly, your eyebrows raise in surprise when you spot kitty leaning against a wall in the corner of the room, dressed in one of matt's oversized shirts and loose comfy shorts. round-framed glasses rest on the bridge of her nose, slightly askew as she munches on a bag of chips, clearly amused at how frantic everyone is acting.

you slowly make your way over, apologising when you accidentally bump into a frat brother who lets out a startled screech as he rushes to past you, his arms flailing slightly as he dashes into the kitchen, yelling something about more cleaning supplies.

"what... what's going on?"

"hey, bun," kitty greets you with a warm tone, holding out the bag to offer you one. you can't resist; dipping your hand in to retrieve a chip. "it's family weekend—they all forgot about it so now they're running all over the place like fucking idiots."

"family weekend?" you echo, your eyebrows knitting together in curiosity. "what does that mean?"

"it's where their parents or some family members come over to bond—like, i don't know, get brunch, watch a lacrosse game, explore the campus, tour the house, just shit like that," kitty explains to you as she pops another chip into her mouth. you nod slowly, trying to absorb everything in. "they're having a family bbq later too, so some of the boys are out back in the garden making sure that it's all clean."

"who is coming for matt and chris?" you ask quietly, moving to the side as a frat brother nearly trips over the carpet, pointing accusingly at another for shifting it out of place. "will nick be here too?"

"nick won't be at the bbq later; he refuses to come here. but he'll probably join for the other stuff outside the house," kitty replies before she turns to you, her gaze steady. "their parents are coming."

their parents are coming. the words repeat in your head, a strange flurry of emotions churning in your stomach. will you have to see them today? how will you be able to face them considering your situation with chris? the thoughts send your heart racing, and you glance around the room, swallowing thickly, gathering the courage to ask.

"are you staying here when they come? should... should i go home?"

"why should you go home?" kitty furrows her eyebrows, her expression shifting to defiance. "if this is because of your whole thing with chris, then fuck that."

"kitty..." you say her name wearily, feeling the weight of your worries press down on your shoulders. "chris doesn't even tell his mom i'm in the room when he talks to her on the phone. i don't think he'd want me here."

"so? you're still friends with matt and nick. they'll introduce you," she replies, her tone firm. you remain silent as she leans in closer, her eyes locking onto yours with some sort of reassurance. "you're part of their group, bun. you shouldn't hide away just because chris is being an dick."

you're still a little uncertain, but her confidence stirs a hesitant nod from you as you fiddle nervously with the jewellery around your fingers, feeling the cool metal against your skin as she gently guides you away from the chaotic living-room and into the kitchen.

however, you pause in the doorway when you spot chris sitting on the kitchen island, a can of pepsi in hand. he stares down at it, lost in thought, while matt stands in front of him, speaking with a tone that feels a little intense, and protective.

for the first time, you see the little brother side of chris—he seems so small and quiet, nodding slowly to whatever matt is saying, his expression pensive as he chews on his inner cheek. matt ducks his head, trying to catch chris' gaze, his voice low and steady as if he's sharing something important and personal.

the rustling of kitty's chip bag suddenly catches both of their attention, and chris straightens up when he sees you. instantly, the pensive look on his face vanishes, replaced by the hard expression you're all too familiar with—his jaw locks, and his eyebrows furrow into a scowl.

a flip has been switched.

"what are you doin' here, kid?" he asks, his tone sharp and blunt. "i texted you tellin' you that the frat party was cancelled, didn't have to come here."

"my phone died so i didn't see..." you respond softly, giving him a sheepish smile. "i left my charger here last night."

chris pinches the bridge of his nose, and he squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, as if trying to push away the annoyance bubbling inside him. with a heavy sight, he pushes himself off the kitchen island, wrapping his fingers around your upper arm as he leads you out of the kitchen and toward the stairs.

the air feels thick with unspoken words as you follow him upstairs in silence, and you even stand at the end of his bed quietly as you watch him rummage through his unmade sheets, searching for the charger lead that's likely buried beneath the chaos of clothes, pillows and other belongings of his.

"i didn't know you hosted family events," you try, a gentle smile spreading across your lips at the thought of chris meeting his family, bonding with them. "are you excited to—"

"y'know you can't stay, right?" he cuts you off abruptly, his tone sharp and dismissive. it makes your smile falter, wavering as you process his words.

"but.. kitty said—"

"i don't care what kitty said, kid. you're not stayin' here," his voice holds a finality that feels a little harsh, and you watch as he runs a hand through his hair, holding the charger out with the other. "just... just go home, yeah? y'can come here tomorrow."

a mix of emotions rises within you as you reach for the lead—confusion, hurt, disappointment, and an understanding that's difficult to digest.

meeting someone's parents is a big commitment, and even though chris has already crossed paths with yours a few times... he's not ready to share that part with you.

it stings, but you can't force him. you never will. so you nod slowly, keeping your expression neutral. "okay. i'll go."

"thank you." he says unexpectedly, his voice dropping to a whisper, the words carrying more of a weight that his usual remarks. the softness catches you off guard, and you feel a warmth at how different he sounds. you nod again, silently acknowledging his gratitude, clutching the lead tightly in your hands as you turn to leave.

as you walk out of the room, you hear chris following behind, a sharp clear of his throat echoing in the space, breaking the silence that has settled uncomfortably between you.

when you reach the stairs, a frat brother approaches, giving chris a friendly pat on the back and you a friendly smile, which you return with a polite wave as you continue your descent.

but your progress halts on the last step when you spot matt in the foyer with kitty, deep in conversation with two older people—the sight of them makes your heart skip a beat.

recognition hits you instantly.

from the pictures you've seen on nick's instagram, you immediately recognise their parents, and your eyes widen slightly, a blend of surprise and anxiety flooding in your chest.

you feel chris stop behind you, both of you watching as mary-lou wraps matt in warm embrace, her face lighting up with joy as she squeals happily. after a moment, she moves on to kitty, her hands delicately cradling kitty's cheeks as she gushes about how beautiful she looks.

matt shifts his attention to his dad—jimmy, you remember from one of nick's posts. he steps forward, wrapping his arms around jimmy in a hug which he returns with a firm pat on the back, warm and welcoming.

chris presses his hand against your back, nudging you forward as if to help you make a quiet escape while the others seem busy with their greetings. you start to comply, but just as you begin to step away, mary-lou suddenly spots chris. her eyes light up with joy, and she gasps, her curly hair bouncing with each step as she makes her way toward her son.

you side step just in time for her to wrap chris up in a tight embrace, and you watch as chris' arms immediately slide around his mother's shoulders, his expression softening as he holds her.

his nose brushes against her hair, squeezing his eyes shut and breathing in her familiar scent. "hey, ma..." he murmurs softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

mary-lou pulls back slightly, her hands resting on his cheeks, her smiley bright as she admires her son. chris leans into her touch, his face pressed against her palm while she coos softly, a sound that warms you up.

when the two finally part from each other, chris' head turns towards his dad, who steps closer. you notice as chris gently takes his mother's hands off his face, straightening up as he does so.

"hey, kid," jimmy greets, his hand reaching out toward chris, the gesture intended to bridge the gap between them.

"sir," chris responds, his body jolting when jimmy gives him a firm pat on the back—similar to what he had done with matt earlier—before his hand moves to chris' shoulder, giving a few massaging squeezes.

"how's that knee?" jimmy asks as he scans chris with a once-over, lingering just a moment too long on the knee in question. you raise an eyebrow, a little confused, and your own gaze flicks down to chris' knee, searching for signs of any issues. "not causin' you any trouble?"

"no, sir," chris shakes his head, his voice steady but clipped. "not at all."

"good," jimmy nods, his smile widening as if he's relieved to hear that. "i've been in contact with your—"

"hey, dad," matt suddenly cuts him off, stepping into the conversation to grab jimmy's attention. jimmy peers over his shoulder to look at matt, a hum of acknowledgment escaping his lips as he stares at his other son.

your own attention is still focussed on chris', watching him shift slightly, his posture loosening just a bit as he observes jimmy interacting with matt. there's a flicker of something in his expression, and you can't quite tell what it is.

but the way he stands there, so still and silent... it feels odd to you.

you don't like it.

you don't like it at all.

divider credits. @issysh3ll

© STURNIOZ

[snoopychris]

chatterbox

in which... nerd!matt gets drunk for the first time.

you so desperately wished you could have a drink right now. even just a single white claw. oh the downside of being the designated driver. the music around you is blasting louder than you anticipated, people keep bumping into you like you’re invisible, and you feel like your friends are all having more fun than you.  all negatives of being sober. oh well. at least you still had matt… well he was somewhere around here.

you’re mid conversation with somebody when nate grabs onto your shoulder, pulling you from every other thought. his eyes are full of fear and he’s shaking as if he’s scared of you. you swallow in fear, worried about his next words. “nathan…” you whisper, only being met with mumbles. you finally get him to speak up, groaning when he reveals his big secret. 

“i only did two shots with him i didn’t know he’d get like this! how was i supposed to know?” he questions, leading you towards matt in the kitchen. luckily, he’s not alone. chris is gripping onto his wrists making sure he’s able to stay upright. you giggle slightly at the sight, making your way over to your intoxicated boyfriend. his glasses are sitting in his pocket, a sight that’s rare to see. his eyes are wide and his face is red. he is completely out of it. 

“oh my god, sweetie hi.” he mumbles, gripping onto your hand and tugging you close. his breath doesn’t smell too much like alcohol, but you know the two shots he had must be more than he’s used to. you grab onto his shoulders in place of chris, groaning when he and nate sneak away back to the party. your boyfriend, your responsibility.

“hey nerd. y’feeling okay? what’d you have?” you whisper, helping him keep his standing position. matt shrugs as he looks around the counter, picking up a bottle of everclear and handing it to you. your face churns in disgust. there’s no way he willingly drank this stuff. you chuckle as you drag him away from the kitchen, making your way to your car. one of the only perks is that you can make an irish goodbye whenever. the parties at nate’s house anyway. chris can spend the night if he needs to. 

matt stumbles his way out with you, taking a seat in the passengers side. he lays his head backwards on the headrest, squeezing his eyes shut. he pouts his lip like a toddler being pulled out of a toy store. “where are we goin” he pouts, his lip still out. you shrug as you begin driving, making sure to roll the window down to help him sober up. 

“i dunno… can’t believe you’re drunk off two shots of everclear… well like i can but. jesus.” you smile, gripping onto his hand. he squeezes back gently, but he thinks he’s being really aggressive. he mumbles out an apology, earning a head shake from you. the only place you can manage to drive is the beach. his beach. the same beach he would always go when he felt alone. the same beach you went to before you were dating. his face brightens at the sight and he manages to make his way out of the car. 

it’s snowing out- just barely though. just enough for the snow to be visible to the naked eye but not enough to stick to the floor. you follow close after him, wrapping your leather jacket around your torso. he runs towards the sand, sitting down on a random spot. he winces when it’s colder than he expects, the temperature only enhanced by his drunken state. you stand in front of him, dropping to your knees. he almost gets excited but he knows you wouldn’t. instead, he just cups your face with one of his palms. 

“you’re so beautiful… hey do you ever think about how maybe my favorite pokémon is somebody’s least favorite? or how some pokémon don’t have like annnyyyy merchandise made for them because they’re just not profitable. it makes me so sad for those guys. like not everybody can be pikachu you know? and sweetie oh my god don’t even get me started on the merch that nintendo makes because… it’s crazy!” he begins to mumble on when it all sort of clicks for you. matthew sturniolo is a talkative drunk. not a quiet one like chris. not an impulsive one like nick. not a cuddly one like you. talkative. you nod at his words, almost as if you’re asking for more. against all odds, matt looks straight into your eyes and smiles. 

“well cause like… they market off everything cute right? they’re targeting cutie patooties like you with all the animal crossing stuff.” he states, touching your nose with his fingertip when he speaks. you scrunch your face at the feeling, snowflakes gathering on the top of your head. “you are so cute. like i can’t wait for you to move out to california with me.” he mumbles. your face drops slightly at his words but you shrug it off. it’s the alcohol talking. you purse your lips, waiting for more drunk babbles from your boyfriend. “oh my god right so the nintendo marketing scheme-”

a/n: welcome back, nerd!matt. im so scared of myself with this au sometimes chat. like i get to my computer and im like oooo todays the day and then i cant bring myself to do it.

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[tinyfantasminha]

I don't want to keep clogging my blog with vent posts but uh... I guess this is a more general concern/observation

But it's getting real hard to stay motivated in fandom spaces when there's little compensation, and annoying occurrences are more frequent than good ones.

Mainly there's been less engagement/people showing interest in creators and their art (such as sending asks, making comments and reblogging with tags) and MORE parasocial interactions. This goes for both artists and writers.

Over this year I've noticed a vast disinterest within my public in general. Asks about ocs, my art, or just nice simple comments of ''I love your art'' has been getting more and more scarce. My follower number is bigger than 2-3 years ago sure and I get more likes on my posts but they are feeling more like just numbers and statistics than actual people who supposedly like my stuff.

And while people being parasocial with creators has always been a thing, I feel like it's gotten way worse... in general? People sending personal pictures out of the blue in hopes of being validated, unwanted psychological advice or assumptions about the creator without any established connection first ( <- these happened to me in the same week.) ventdump, just insensitive/lacking of common sense comments in general, unreasonable demands (mostly with writers)... I wondered at first if it was just me, but a handful of mutuals/acquaintances who are artists and writers seems to be going through it as well.

It's annoying. It's tough. It's getting exhausting. Creators pour so much of themselves into their work—countless hours, effort, and passion, all to share something meaningful or entertaining with others (and for FREE) The LEAST anyone can do is show respect, even if opinions differ. When a writer posts a fanfic, don't just say ''omg post next chapter!'', when an artist posts a drawing of their favorite character, don't just say ''omg draw (character) next!'' as if they're faceless content machines that are expected to churn out more '''content''' for you without acknowledgment, encouragement, or appreciation.

''I want to support creators but I don't know what to say and I feel intimidated by their talent so I just lurk silently :((('' I swear to you, no creator (at least not the majority) is making up an intimidating persona to discourage you from interacting with them. They WANT your comments. A single ''I love your art/writing/videos'' or even something as silly as ''I want to eat your art'' is enough to keep a creator sighing dreamily for WEEKS. It doesn't have to be deep! It's heartfelt and that's what it matters!! (Just remember to keep it relevant and thoughtful... It takes just a bit of common sense NOT to comment things like ''this looks like (another character)'' or ''this but with (another unrelated ship/character/show)''. No one wants to hear comparisons or unrelated ideas when they’ve poured their soul into something.)

In fact, the ''I like your art but I think you're intimidating'' feels more hurtful than flattering. It makes me feel like I'm doing something wrong, acting wrong. 💀

If you love that fanfic that changed your brain psyche forever and want to gush about it, go tell the writer. If you loved so much a piece of art that you saved it a million times in your phone and can't stop thinking about it, go tell the artist. Push away the ''they probably won't care about my comment/it won't make a difference'' thoughts. DO IT NOW. You won't know when they might go inactive forever or deactivate. You can't know if that is the last piece they will ever post. Make sure you show appreciation to creators NOW, while they are still here. While they're still not being replaced by AI.

[kittluzbills]

i feel like all my stuff sounds the same is that true yall can be honest anyways here's some shit from a butt for your wednesday morning!

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the truth about her - b.e.

The hum of the tour bus engine is the only sound that fills the small, cramped space. The usual chatter and laughter between Billie and Y/N are gone, replaced by a heavy silence. The night outside blurs into a dark canvas, and inside, the air between them feels thick, as if it's pressing down on both their chests.

Y/N shifts uncomfortably in her seat, casting quick glances at Billie, who seems to be staring blankly out the window. The tension has been building for hours now, ever since they’d run into Harper backstage. Billie had been so casual about it, introducing her with a smile that made Y/N’s stomach churn with unease.

Finally, Y/N can’t take it anymore.

"How long have you been lying to me?" Y/N’s voice comes out colder than she intended, but the words feel like a knife, sharp and urgent.

Billie’s body stiffens, her fingers instinctively gripping the edge of the seat. "It’s not like that, okay? Harper’s just a friend."

"A friend?" Y/N interrupts, standing up in the small aisle. "Really? A friend you used to date?" The anger starts to burn in her chest, an ache that she can’t ignore anymore. The truth hurts more than she expected.

Billie’s eyes flash with frustration, and she stands as well, finally turning to face Y/N. "I didn’t want to tell you, alright? It’s complicated. I didn’t want to bring it up. She’s from a long time ago, Y/N. We were over before this." she pauses "Before we even met."

"A long time ago?" Y/N scoffs, but the bitterness in her voice is unmistakable. "You didn’t think I’d find out? You didn’t think I’d feel like a complete idiot when I found out from her and not from you?" Y/N’s face is flushed with hurt, her hands trembling as she gestures toward Billie.

Billie runs a hand through her hair, clearly torn. "I didn’t know how to tell you," she admits softly. "I didn’t know how to explain it without making you feel like it was a bigger deal than it was. I didn’t want to ruin what we had, what we have now."

"You think this doesn’t matter?" Y/N’s voice cracks, and for a moment, she feels her heart breaking in her chest. "Of course it matters. You made me feel like I was some afterthought, like I was just supposed to ignore this big part of your past."

Billie’s expression softens, but she still struggles to find the right words. "I swear, Y/N. I didn’t mean for you to feel like that. I didn’t want to bring her into this, into us. It was stupid, I know. But I didn't want it to mess up what we have, because what we have means so much to me."

Y/N stops pacing, her chest rising and falling with each breath. She tries to steady herself, her emotions running wild. "Billie, you should’ve told me. No matter how complicated it was, no matter how hard it seemed. You can’t just hide things from me like that."

Billie’s face falls, and she steps closer, her voice almost pleading. "I know. I messed up. I’m sorry. I should’ve trusted you with the truth from the start."

For a long moment, Y/N stares at her, the weight of the conversation heavy in the air. She wants to stay angry, she wants to keep pushing Billie away, but the look in Billie’s eyes, vulnerable and full of regret, makes it hard to stay mad.

Finally, Y/N exhales, her shoulders sagging in defeat. "I’m hurt, Billie. You lied to me. And that sucks. But I know that you’re not the kind of person who would do that intentionally. I need to know you’re being honest with me. Always."

Billie steps forward, her hand reaching out slowly, almost hesitantly. "I will be. From now on. I promise." Her voice trembles with sincerity.

Y/N looks at dainty tattoo on her hand, then up into Billie’s eyes, searching for something, anything, that tells her Billie truly understands the gravity of what she’s done. Finally, Y/N takes her hand, squeezing it lightly. "I just don’t want to be second place, Billie. Not to anyone."

Billie’s lips tremble, and she steps in to pull Y/N into a tight hug, burying her face in her shoulder. "You’re not second place," she whispers. "You’re my priority. Always. I’m sorry I made you feel like that. I’ll make it right."

Y/N wraps her arms around Billie, holding her close, her heart still a little bruised but softened by the warmth of Billie’s embrace. "You’ve got a lot of making up to do," she teases lightly, her voice shaky but tinged with a smile.

Billie pulls back slightly, just enough to look into Y/N’s eyes, with a singular raised eyebrow "Oh really?" she let's out with a giggle.

Y/N smiles, a quiet chuckle escaping her despite everything. "Meet me in the shower in five."

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MUAH

[johanna-swann]

Okay, so this is going to sound very conspiracy theory like, but here's what I think happened (in regards to Bobby's death, Tommy being back, Eddie still not being back and a general outlook on season 9).

I think Tim Minear came back to the show, they moved to a different network, they churned out half a season somehow between multiple strikes and other adjustments. They put a lot of money into the opening disaster which worked and got fans excited. They peppered in soap opera style plot points throughout the rest of the season (wedding episode, Buck coming out, Doppelgänger plot, reintroducing Bobby's background, new Henren kid) because the fans care about the characters and what happens to them. There was barely any procedural in this drama throughout most of season 7, it was 90% the characters' personal drama they showed.

But people were willing to overlook this because at least all the characters had stuff going on and there were extenuating circumstances. Then season 8a rolled around. Once again they went big on the opening disaster, after that though?

Most of the plots introduced in season 7 were dropped immediately. Bobby was suicidal at the end of last season, he's fine in 8x01 though. The conflict between Eddie and Christopher is mentioned here and there, but we don't see Eddie working on his issues. Ortiz is defeated and written out of the show in the very first episode after the opening disaster. Athena gets her thriller plot in the opening disaster and then gets sidelined for the next idk how many episodes. Maddie and Chimney are barely main characters at all, they mostly just exist in the background. The only relevant plot they kept going was Bucktommy, but even they only got insubstantial comedy side plots until they were suddenly broken up. The mid-season finale was a huge let-down and there was barely anything interesting going on in the show anymore.

Here's where the conspiracy part begins: Without the distraction of at least one engaging plot to follow and the lack of new episodes coming in viewers started to notice that the show was treading water. Then the feedback started to trickle in and it wasn't good. I think that's when they decided that they really had to do something that would shake things up and change things permanently. They had already filmed the serial killer two parter though, so they only made small changes / additions (Buddie goodbye scene) and started to really write stories with a lasting impact again post 8x10.

Call me crazy, but I think they really didn't plan to bring Tommy back, not so soon and not as Buck's love interest. That's not what the interviews sounded like back in November. But then, only a few episodes after the break-up suddenly Tommy was back, they showed how both Buck and Tommy still have feelings for each other and literally made Buck say the words "I am not in love with Eddie". There will be no more "will they won't they" "queerbaity-ish" plots between Buck and Eddie, that conversation is over. They gave a nod to the fandom by bringing it up like "yeah, we see you" and at the same time let them down gently by saying "we're going another direction though". That is a very permanent decision for a show that doesn't like change. The way they keep bringing Tommy back, even when he's only mentioned, could very well also mean he's here to stay which means giving Buck, the resident perpetual bachelor, a permanent love interest. Another huge change.

The second thing they did was remove Eddie from the equation. Not completely, not permanently, not yet. But let me just throw the idea out there: What if this was a test run? A "let's not get rid of him just yet, let's see if we can manage without him first". So they sent Eddie to Texas. Finally did something with that plot, even if it was severely disappointing and made no sense. (The problem was that Eddie had issues he didn't work on and in the process hurt his kid and broke his trust. Then we see them in Texas, but suddenly Eddie's mom is the actual problem while Christopher is super chill around Eddie? When the last time we saw them speak to each other Christopher barely wanted to talk to Eddie? Make it make sense.) Anyway, Eddie still got his screen time, but they kept him firmly separated from the 118. Buck was on the phone with Eddie a few times, mostly so Eddie would have a scene partner who he could talk to openly, nobody else even mentioned Eddie. Bobby accidentally called Ravi "Eddie" twice, but I think that was more about Ravi feeling like maybe he doesn't belong rather than Bobby actually missing Eddie. So yeah, maybe this was a trial run to see if they can do season 9 without Eddie and so far I have to admit, I don't really miss him? I'm sure they could've worked him into the recent two parter, but they definitely didn't need him.

Third they brought back Ravi and this time everyone is happy to have him there. Buck tries to actually be his friend this time around, gets to be a mentor figure for him and Ravi has his small "maybe I'm not cut out for this" to "I'll commit domestic terrorism if that's what it takes" arc. 8x14 really cemented that Ravi is a part of the team and he chooses to be a part of this team. He's a pall bearer in Bobby's funeral for god's sake, he belongs to the 118 - a 118 that needs new members because they're losing at least one this season. So. Ravi main season 9?

Big change number 4 - Bobby's death. A main character death is a big, big stunt. If they decide they don't like Tommy for Buck after all, they can change their minds later. If they decide they want Eddie back, they can leave options open to bring him back later. Bobby's death? They can't walk that one back. Bobby and Buck are probably the most central characters for the firefam (Bobby as the patriarch and Buck as the link between all sides of the family) and Peter Krause is no small name on tv. This is not a move they would've pulled if they weren't committed to making drastic changes to a show that previously had come to a bit of a standstill. They want to change the very foundation of this show. If they're willing to kill off one of the main characters among main characters, what else are they willing to change? Some of the above? All of it?

The final piece is still very vague, but they also said they wanted to keep Athena connected to the 118 in a tangible way. People have suggested that May might become a firefighter, but tbh I don't think it would fit. She already was a part of the first responder network for an entire year and then decided to go to uni anyway. Athena went to uni and then decided to become a cop instead, May did it the other way around. Why would they change that again now? I think it's more likely that a) Harry graduates and applies to the academy or that b) they'll make May and Ravi a couple. The latter could also make sense if they're trying to keep the same amount and kinds of couples around. If Buck and Tommy really get back together and become a permanent fixture in the 911 universe, May and Ravi could be the new "will they won't they" couple who keep running into stupid hurdles because they're not sure what they're doing while Bucktommy slowly settle down.

Conclusion: Big changes are on the horizon for 911, they already vaguely teased that there may be cast changes other than just Peter Krause being gone for season 9. I think they decided that some major changes needed to happen during the winter hiatus and then talked about a few possibilities, tried some of them and are now ready to finalise those decisions. Maybe one of the reasons that filming is coming along so slowly is that they weren't sure yet which route to go, had to re-shoot scenes or filmed several versions to choose from. (There are soooo many stills that never showed up in an episode.) Idk, but what I do know is that there are a lot of possibilities for permanent change to choose from and they seem committed to actually go through with those changes this time.

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coukd i request lazy morning sex with gojo where he has to go to work but readers needy ..?!

Good Morning

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x FAB!Reader

Word Count: 2,186

Warning: Smut, oh sweet glorious morning smut, needy reader, begging, soft fluffy lazy sex

A/N: You nonnies are speaking my language, giving me all the brain worms. I love sweet, sensual stuff like this! This one really got to me 🥵🌶

💚Requests are Open💚

You woke up, body hot, and thighs clenched together. The details of your very steamy dream slipped through your mind as you whimpered into your pillow. All you could remember was how good it felt. You needed to feel that pleasure, that release that left your shorts wet and slick with arousal.

Rolling onto your side, you bit your lip as Satoru hugged his pillow tight. His face was buried into the silk pillowcase as he breathed deeply. Your fingers were barely an inch away from his ivory skin when his alarm went off. The annoying chiming had your boyfriend groaning as he stirred. His hand reached for his phone, checking the time before another groan rumbled in his chest.

”Satoru?”

Looking over his shoulder, Satoru hummed before rolling onto his side, facing you. A smile so gentle and sweet tugged his pretty lips. “Good morning.” The raspy sound of his voice, deep and sexy, had you shivering with need. He didn't notice as his hand reached out, cupping your cheek. “Did I wake you?”

”No, I was already up.” You shifted closer, resting your hand on his while his thumb brushed your cheek. “Where do you think you’re running off to without Telling me?” Your free hand slid up his chest, fingertips teasingly grazing his collarbone.

”I have to go to work; Yaga has a mission for me.”

Your stomach churned with disappointment at his words. “Do you have to go~?” You drew out the last word, sticking out your bottom lip in a pout.

Satoru took one look at your adorable expression and shook his head with a chuckle. The days you looked at him like that were the days you had him wrapped around your finger. One pout or teary-eyed stare had him ready to do anything you requested. Especially right now, as the rays of golden morning light highlighted the curves of your body, you looked like a goddess. He would commit murder if you commanded him to do so when you looked this good.

But Yaga had told him the higher-ups specifically asked for the Gojo Satoru to complete this mission.

“Yeah, I have to go.” He groaned, burying his face back into his pillow to avoid meeting your sultry gaze. “I promise to bring you back a coffee as an apology.”

You didn’t answer him; instead, you held onto his hand that was still on your face. “I don’t want coffee.” Satoru slowly turned his head, blue eyes watching through white lashes as you slowly led his hand down your neck. “I want you to take responsibility.” You place his hand firmly against your breast. “You were doing things to me in my dream. Things that my mind can’t seem to remember.” Satoru shuddered as his fingers brushed against your hardened nipple. “But my body does.”

“Y/N, sweetheart, I have to go to this meeting. I can’t miss it.” Gojo shut his eyes tight, trying to ignore how soft your breast felt under his hand.

“Tell them there was traffic, ah~” You pressed down on his hand harder, in turn pushing it down on your nipple with the same force. “Stay in bed with me, just for a little bit, Toru.”

Fingers twitched with the desire to massage your breast to make more of those moans slip through your lips. “I can’t.” He said in a not-so-very-convincing groan as his cock started to harden within his pajama pants.

Satoru’s reserve had you pouting. You sat up in bed, your ass perched perfectly on the heels of your feet. “You can’t?” Licking your bottom lip, you smirked, watching Satoru prop himself on his elbow, watching you. “That’s a shame.” Your fingers trailed down your body, slowly undoing the bottoms of your nightshirt. “Because,” Satoru eyed your beautiful exposed skin with each button released. “I’m free now.”

Taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you leaned back, spreading your legs wide and giving Satoru a sight that would forever be in the spank bank vault in his mind. Your shirt was completely unbuttoned, blue silk material cascaded down, barely covering your tits. Your skin seemed to glow in the early morning light. You were making it look soft and warm, so kissable. But what caught his gaze wasn’t the hardening nipples that were visible through the thin material of your shirt. Nor was it how your eyes roamed over his body like he was your next meal. His Six-Eyes didn't need to tell him what he was going feral over.

Upon leaning back, you gave him a perfect view of your barely covered, clothed cunt. A wet spot had saturated into the silky fabric of your shorts. He hadn’t even touched you or whispered dirty thoughts in your ear. How the fuck were you this wet?

“Fuck, what did I do to you in your dream?” you were disappointed when he didn't tackle you. Surely the sight of your wet pussy should have had him on you like wet on water. But he just laid there, propped on his side, holding himself back. All because of a stupid meeting.

“I can't remember.” you tilted your head back, bass reaching into your nightstand. “I was hoping you'd refresh my memory.” You pulled your favorite vibrator out, keeping it hidden as you laid back on your side, your back facing Satoru. “But you should get going for that meeting. I'm going to go back to sleep.”

Pouting himself this time, Satoru sat up, pushing the covers off his body. Stupid old geezers, stupid meeting. He had never denied his girlfriend sex before. Leaving you feeling unsatisfied left a sour taste in his mouth.

“I'll make it up to you when I get back—”

Soft buzzing sounded from your side of the bed. Satoru straightened so stiff he looked like someone had tugged him up by a string on his head. Blue eyes shot in your direction, watching as your hips slowly rolled, your hand gripping the pillow as you whimpered. He shot across the bed, pressing himself flush against your back. His eyes looking over your shoulder between your legs.

Your pink vibrating wand was pressed firmly against your clit. Your bottom lip was between your teeth as you rocked against the toy. You ignored Gojo, the warmth of his breath against your shoulder, how good he smelt. If he had to go to work, he needed to go. You were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself.

“What the fuck do you think you're doing?” You gasped as Satoru growled in your ear.

You turned the speed up on your vibrator, moaning. “Ooh yeah, keep talking like that~ I’ll cum in no time.” Rolling your hips faster, you felt Satoru’s erection against the curves of your ass.

“You fuckin’ brat.”

“Hey, you're the one that said you have to go to work.”

One second, you were holding your vibrator against your clit; the next second, Satoru snatched it away from you. He turned it off, and before you had a chance to protest, his hands were sliding over your body. One hand slipped under the cloth of your open shirt, palming your breast, while the other slipped under the waistband of your shorts. You inhaled, Satou’s fingers dipping into your wet heat with a gro

”You’re so fucking wet.” He teased your tight entrance, gathering your slick on his fingers. “Fuck, you really need me, don’t you?”

“Yes, please, Satoru, I need you so bad. Please, baby?”

Hot, open-mouthed kisses trailed down your neck as Satoru pulled his hand out of your shorts. He held it up in front of him. His long, gorgeous fingers were coated with your arousal. Shining in the morning sunlight. Pressing his middle and ring finger together, Satoru growled as he pulled them apart. He was watching a string of your slick stretch out with them.

Nipping at the crook of your neck, Satoru moaned. “With you being this wet, how could I not fuck you?” You opened your mouth to voice your thanks, only to have Satoru shove his slick-coated fingers inside of your mouth. The tangy yet sweet taste of you flooded your mouth as his fingers slid over your tongue. “Can you taste how needy you are? Tsk, what a bat, you're going to make me late.” While his fingers fucked your mouth, you reached behind you, tugging his pants down. “Eh, who gives a fuck? I have a more important meeting.” His free hand grabbed your right leg, hooking it over his hip before he tugged your shorts to the side. “This pussy needs my full attention. Everyone else can wait.”

The head of his cock, pressed firmly against your tight cunt, before he pushed inside. You gasped around his fingers as the thick tip slid slowly inside of you. No matter how many times Satoru fucked you, you would never get used to the stretch. Your eyes rolled back as he kept his fingers in your mouth, his cock sliding deeper inside your tight heat. Fuck, you needed this, needed him.

“Christ, Y/N, you’re hugging me so fucking tight right now.” He began lazily rocking into you. “What, do you think this is another dream? That I’ll be fucking your cunt so good, you’ll be right on the edge, but before you can cum you wake up?” His cock brushed over your g-spot, your eyes widening. “Ohh, I hit the good spot; you tightened around me. Did that feel good?” You mumbled around his fingers. “Oh, that’s right,” He pulled his fingers out of your mouth with a wet pop. “Try that again.”

”Y-Yes, Toru, feels good there.” The pure lust in your voice had Satoru’s cock throbbing inside of you. “Please hit there again.”

Your loving boyfriend slowly pulled out, rocking into your sweet spot again. His thrusts were slow and lazy. He could have easily pressed your face into the mattress and fucked you as hard as he could. If he did, he would be able to satisfy both of you and get to his meeting in time. But that didn’t feel right. You had been so eager for him, so wet. Fucking you fast and hard to get you to cum, wasn’t what you needed. Slow, easy fucking was what your body craved.

It was the reason why you were clamping down on his cock, throbbing with each gentle thrust. You were whining into your pillow because he took his time with you. Fucking fast was nice, but this, god fuck, this was a whole other level of sex. It was lazy, intimate, and god, it felt so good. Satoru melted into your back, his lips planting a trail of kisses over your neck while his other hands caressed your soft skin.

“Fuck you feel good, perfect pussy hugging my cock.”

“Satoruu~”

“Yeah, baby~ I know it feels so good.” His eyebrows furrowed together. “Feels so good, your pussy Y/N. Fuuuck.” He whined, thrusting a bit deeper but keeping the same lazy pace. “I love you, love this pussy.”

“Mmm, Satoru.” Turning your head, you kissed the side of his head. “Love you too, love your cock~ I had to wish it a good morning too.”

Satoru’s eyes rolled back as he turned, kissing you deeply as his cock rushed your g-spot over and over. “Good morning~ good fuckin’ morning.” your eyebrows shot up as you gasped. “Ah, fuck clamping down on me. You close. You going to cum all over my cock, baby?” his hand left your hip, reaching down, toying with your clit.

“Yes, fuck, Toru.” you lazily rocked back in time with his slow deep thrusts. Your cries of pleasure drown out the sound of chirping birds. “Cum inside cum inside of me, please~!”

“Oooh fuck, fuck, I'm going to fill you up so good.” Throwing back your head, you watched his finger speed up. “Fuck my cum so deep into your cunt you won't miss me when I'm gone. Then when I get home, I'll lick your pussy clean.”

“T-Toru~ cum~ cumming!!” you screamed, watching as you squirted all over your loving boyfriend's cock.

“Fuck~ fuck gonna cum~ gonna cum~!” He breathed against your neck before gasping as ropes of his hot cum filled your pussy. Spurt after spurt filled you full, leaving you humming happily as Satoru let out a pleased groan. “Mhmm Y/N, you beautiful girl.” He turned his head, watching your heavy loads open and close.

“Mmm?” You questioned as he held you tighter, pulling the sheets over the two of you.

“Nothing, go back to sleep. I love you.”

He loved you so much he sat through an hour-long lecture Yaga gave him for being forty minutes late to his meeting. But if he were allowed to do this morning over, he wouldn't have changed a thing. Expect for maybe eating you out before he left. Oh well, he had all the time in the world to do that the second he got home.

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It took a minute for Jason to recover from that realization. He kept the anger he felt off his face. Danny didn’t seem upset about dying young, but that didn’t mean much. It wasn’t an appropriate topic to prod about on a first meeting. He’d get there eventually.

Jason stilled. Ah, shit, he still didn’t have a plan. Just eating together was too short and too boring. He needed to have something better than that.

Fuck, what were they going to do next? 

Jason strained for ideas. What was a good date? Normally, he'd know more about a person before they hung out romantically. 

Well. Actually, normally he hung out platonically with someone a lot before he started to feel interest in them. This was all kinds of backwards: but he didn't want it to end yet. 

“So, uh, what do you like to do?” Jason asked. Masterful. So smooth.

Danny scrunched up his nose. “Lately my afterlife sucks,” he groused. “I am drowning in paperwork and busy stuff.” He slumped over. “I miss being in high school,” Danny sighed. He drew his knees in and rested his elbows on them, then squished his cheeks with his palms. “I guess I used to just hang out, you know?” He shrugged. “Played a lot of video games. I miss that.” 

“Of course,” Jason said, despite never having hung out and played video games in high school. He'd been an overscheduled nerd in junior high school and then been too dead for high school. “That sounds fun. Wanna go back to mine and play something later?”

Danny lit up, blue eyes sparkling in the fading light. “Yes! That would be great.” He straightened his legs and kicked his heels against the side of the building. “Wait, can we do the whole grungy high school hangout thing with pop and chips and dip and pizza and stuff?”

He almost said “we literally just ate”, but what the hell. “We'll hit the store next,” Jason said. He couldn't say no to that face. Look at ‘em. He was so excited.

'Ugh, god. Danny died in high school,’’ Jason realized. He'd already known Danny died young but it still stuck in his stomach like a rock. 'No wonder he misses what he did then. He's interacting with the physical world now but if he died, he probably went to like, dead land immediately.’

But, uh. Video games. He could do that. He kept up a conversation as his mind churned, asking Danny what kind of games he liked.

The thing was, Jason didn't really play video games. He had a console at his place and if he was hanging out with Roy or Dick there, they'd bring a game over. He owned like, two games. 

He considered popping by the store and just buying something. But that would be weird and intense. He'd probably freak Danny out if he went and dropped money on a game just to play with him. 

Ok. Well. He'd get someone to drop off games before he and Danny could get back to the apartment. Jason sneakily got out his phone and strategized. 

Steph? No. Terrible. He couldn't let that girl know he had a date until the poor bastard really liked him for sure. She'd either chase Danny off or somehow orchestrate the two of them getting engaged. 

Tim? God, no. He'd definitely own a lot of games but they'd all be for the PC, and he'd hang around and smirk about Jason meeting up with Danny.

Dick? Too far away, and way too smug. He'd take it as an opportunity to tease.

Oh, wait. He had it. Jason opened up a message to Duke and sent out a quick “I want to bribe you. Homemade pizza? Artichoke dip? Fried oysters???” 

“Did you take a life?????” Duke shot back. Then, “pizza! What do you need?” 

“Get to my place with a bunch of video games that'll work on my tv in less than an hour and I'll make whatever you want.” 

The three dots indicating typing popped up. They stayed there for a weirdly long time. Then, Duke said, “Can I stay and hang out? 🥺”

Adorable little bastard. Jason typed out NO and then hesitated, feeling kinda bad.

“Who's that?” Danny prompted. 

Ah, shit, he was being rude. Jason flushed. “Asking a little brother to bring over a game,” he admitted. “He wants to stay.” 

Danny laughed. “That's adorable,” he announced. “It's fine by me. Lots of games are better with more people, anyway.” 

Well. If that was the case, Jason was fine with it. He sent Duke an OK and then put his phone away before the inevitable “I AM THE FAVORITE SIBLING” fireworks started. 

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I cannot believe I forgot to post this.

Chapter 3 is up! Also below the cut for anyone who doesn't have an AO3 (though the fic has been unprivated, so even guests should be able to see it now!)

Stanford awoke slowly to the sounds of gulls screeching, cars zooming, wind blowing, and kids laughing. Light was hitting his eyes, uncomfortably bright behind his closed eyelids, and he was quickly becoming aware of the sand that was coating his face. 

He groaned, eyes opening without his consent. Sunlight blinded him, and he rolled over to avoid it. It wasn't his soft bed from home, though- this was far more rough, lumpy, and shifted beneath him as he moved. Sand, his mind supplied. He lowered his arms to push himself up, feeling it shift beneath his fingers. It was the rough kind of sand, too, not the soft stuff people said in the movies. At least this area wasn't littered in glass. 

He sat up, taking stock. He was in the Stan O' War, laying in the middle of the floor of the broken boat. His backpack, bindle, and toolbelt leaned against the wall, right next to the box of nails. 

Stanley wasn't there. 

Stanford frowned. Shouldn't his brother have found his way here by now? They both knew where it was by heart, he should have been here!

And just like that, he was fully awake. 

Ford sat up, scrubbing sand out of his hair and cringing as he felt it hitting the lenses of his glasses- he should have taken them off first, whoops. He'd fallen asleep wearing them, as he'd tried to stay awake for as long as he could to wait for his brother. His efforts were in vain, it seemed. 

Anxiety started doing weird things to his chest. He'd felt anxious before- the churning that circled his guts when he was scared, the shakiness, all of it. The tightening of his chest was a much rarer one. Not his first time experiencing it, but enough that the feeling was still mostly foreign to him. Anxiety that made his breathing come out weird, like something was squeezing him from the inside. 

He stood up, dusting off as much sand as he could. If Stanley hadn't come in the night, then something was wrong. Very, very wrong. 

Stanford quickly ran outside, giving the whole boat a once-over. "Stanley?!" he called out. Maybe he fell asleep on deck? Or against the wall? Or nearby? "Stanley, where are you?" 

No response. 

Outside, he could see a couple of kids running down to the beach, mostly teenagers. It wasn't warm enough to warrant actually swimming just yet, but they weren't doing that anyway. Ford squinted, trying to spot his brother in the small crowd, but didn't see very many kids his age. The rest were accompanied either by a teen or a disgruntled adult. 

Taking a deep breath, Stanford placed his hands on either side of his mouth. "STAAAAANLEYYYYYY!" 

A few people looked toward him, but then went back to whatever it was teenagers did at the beach. 

Nothing. 

The anxiety twisted in his chest, starting to settle in his guts now, too. Not good. Not good at all. 

He ran back inside, tearing open his backpack. Old Reliable tumbled out again, but he ignored it. Ballpoint pen and notebook paper. He needed to think. He flipped open to the first blank page he could find and started frantically taking notes. 

Stanley ran away

Missing since yesterday morning

Not in any spot he usually would be

No signs as to where he could have gone

Ford moved to rub the back end of his pen through his hair, thinking. Stanley would either be at the Stan O' War or waiting for Stanford nearby, but since he wasn't doing that, then something else must have happened to him. And whatever it was, Ford had to find him. But, with no leads, how was he supposed to do that? 

Went back to the Jersey Devil? 

Found by Wood Dwarves? 

Taken by The Big Red Eyes? 

Eaten by Mantis Men? 

Between each entry, Ford's anxiety rose. He knew about cryptids, of course, but actually finding them was difficult. He'd only found the Jersey Devil before, and that had been with Stanley's help (and technically the Sibling Brothers, if that even counted. They'd borrowed their clothes in the name of scientific pursuit, that barely counted for anything!). 

Okay. Logic. Methodical. Where could Stanley be? 

It probably wasn't the Devil because they'd both already met that one, and it wasn't exactly happy to see them. Unless he'd gone back for treasure or something? But they'd get plenty of that once they got out on the water. 

Wood Dwarves were pranksters, and according to some, could turn invisible! It did seem like he'd just kinda vanished, so maybe they had something to do with it. But they usually lived in the forest- Stanley would have been heading for the beach, right? 

Same problem with the Big Red Eyes theory. He lived far away from the ocean. Unless he'd been on vacation? 

And the Mantis Man was usually seen around the river, which would be freshwater, not saltwater.

Ford slammed the notebook closed, feeling frustrated. It just didn't make any sense!

He hung his head, looking around the inside of the boat again. Well, clearly, Stanley wasn't by the ocean. He hadn't come here last night. Stanford would need to take his search elsewhere. 

…But what if Stanley was heading here, and got caught up with something? What if he was still on the way? 

Ford frowned, getting an idea. He grabbed Old Reliable and popped the cap. The Sharpie's thick tip was perfect for writing big, bold messages. 

Ford circled around outside again, and went to the side of the boat that was facing the road. Then, he began to draw. A hashtag, then a boat, then an X, an exclamation mark- each letter of their alphabet came into being on the boards, clear black against medium-brown wood.

Stanford stepped back, making sure each symbol was legible. He didn't like that he had to do that- they'd already written on the side of the boat, and this felt something like vandalism- but he had to make sure Stanley got the message. But there was no way he was going to just give the Sibling Brothers any hints. 

"Stay here, I will find you." 

With that settled, he plugged the cap on Old Reliable, snuck it back in his bag, and started gathering his stuff. 

He had to come up with a new plan- fast. 

Maybe he could retrace his steps? But that would mean going back to Pines Pawns, and if he got caught now…

Nope. Too risky. But maybe there were other clues around town? 

He needed to clear his head. There was one place he could always do that. 

He pulled an apple out of his bindle and started walking.

Stanford made his way up the steps and into Glass Shard Beach's local library. It was run-down and not well taken care of, but it was quiet and safe. None of Ford's usual bullies frequented the library, and everyone was usually either too absorbed in their work or their reading to notice his hands. It was a good place to think. It was a good place to reorient and refocus. 

He waved to the librarian, who barely gave him a nod in return. He appeared to be nose-deep in a political book. Stanford found himself grimacing internally. So many things to write about, and you pick politics? And then other people READ that? Dull. He didn't think he'd ever get why. 

There was a specific table in the back that Stanford loved; right by the window, letting in some good natural light, while tucked out of the way from view. It was a good place to go if you wanted to be left alone. 

He went there now, grinning as he saw no one else there before him. There were a couple of children's books sitting on the end, as well as a stack of blank, white paper, but he paid them no mind as he sat down in his favorite seat; back to the library entrance, window to his right. Perfect. 

He pulled out his notebook again, scanning the details he'd written. Stanley hadn't been anywhere yesterday, and he hadn't been at the Stan O' War today. Ford doubted he'd be by the swingset, as the boat provided the best shelter, and he didn't see why he'd have a reason to go there. 

So, that left the entire rest of Glass Shard Beach, or… outside of it. 

Stanford frowned. Surely Stanley hadn't run away, run away, right? Wherever they went, they went together. It wouldn't make sense for him to leave town without his brother. 

Then again, his mind hissed, it also doesn't make sense he'd run away without telling you, first. The Stanley you knew would make plans WITH you, not without you.

Stanford waived those thoughts away with a shake of his head. Clearly, that didn't matter, because that IS what happened, strange as it was. 

He wasn't sure if any cryptid would seek his brother out and kidnap him, either. The only ones he knew of that would do that were Wood Elves, and they lived in. well. the woods. Not in the middle of a small town. 

He picked up his ballpoint pen. 

Things that could have happened to Stanley: - Ran away from town   - Why would he do that? - Taken out of town (?)   - By what? - Eaten by a monster   - Would have been evidence of that somewhere, though, right? - Ran into the woods   - Wildman Stanley? He's never told me he wanted that before - Aliens??

Stanford glared at that last option before scribbling it out. No, no, that would be dumb. Extraterrestrial beings descending from the heavens just to kidnap a lonely boy who had just run away and therefore would leave very few people to look for him, meaning they could get away with the crime essentially scott-free? 

…Ford re-wrote the aliens point back in again. 

He sighed, leaning his head in his hands. This was stupid and not helping. He needed to be out there looking for evidence! But he had no idea where to look…

He turned to look at the papers sitting next to him. Blank. 

It's not defeat, Stanford thought to himself. If people know he's missing, they'll be helping the search. This will be a good thing. 

He grabbed a paper and started sketching his brother, trying to capture him just right. 

He'd made about twenty missing posters, as well as his original sketch page of his brother. He wasn't sure where or even how to put them up, but he wouldn't know until he tried. The day was still young, kinda (it was noon), and he had plenty of places to search. 

He could try to put some up in different diners and restaurants, some down at the boardwalk, maybe one or two at school…

No, school was a bad idea. Crampelter was there. If Crampelter ever discovered that Stanley was missing…

Stanford shuddered, then stiffened, his walking speed slowing. Crampelter wasn't just at school, especially now that school was basically out for summer, with the addition of a couple extra curriculars (ug. sports). Crampelter could be anywhere, as well as his goons. 

Uh oh. 

Well, it's not like he could just not put the posters up. He'd made them, and he needed to find Stanley. Whatever Crampelter had in store for him was worth it if it meant he'd be able to find his brother. 

As he walked past the front desk, the librarian noticed him. He raised his bushy eyebrows in surprise. "Working on a project, Pines?" 

Stanford looked up at the man. "Kinda." He walked forward, handing him one of Stanley's missing posters. It featured his brother grinning at the "camera", little dots for eyes, messy hair, his striped shirt, and a backpack on his shoulders. (He'd also drawn a few posters with sticks in his hair or bugs on his arms, just in case that helped.) Down at the very bottom was another message written in their secret code, too- "Go to the ship".

Mr. Walker looked down at the parchment with scrutiny, pulling his glasses down a bit more to read the words. 

"My brother went missing yesterday, and I don't know where he went," Stanford informed him, looking at the poster he'd handed him. "Do you want to keep that one? Maybe you could hang it up here in the library." 

The bushy man turned his brown eyes back to the boy. "I suppose I could keep an eye out," he said, weirdly strained. "Stanley ain't exactly one to swing by the library, though." 

"I… I know." Ford looked away. "I'm just worried about him." 

Mr. Walker's gaze softened. "Sure. I can hold onto this one for ya, and if I see him, I'll tell him yer lookin' for him." He stood up, grabbing some tape from behind the counter.

Stanford lit up. "Oh, Mr. Walker, thank you!" He put his hands on the table and couldn't help the bounce in his feet. "Tell him to go to the boat. He'll know what I mean." 

"Boat. Got it." Mr Walker finished taping it up, right next to a bunch of other fliers. "I'll tell him." 

"Thank you!" Ford grinned. "I'll see you around!" 

Mr. Walker waved at him. "Remember to be home before it gets too late," he called after the boy. Ford just smiled. Mr. Walker didn't need to know about that part. 

Feeling rejuvenated, Stanford practically skipped out of the library. 19 posters and a sketch page. Finding where to hang up the rest would give him more excuses to turn his search outward, to more places Stanley was less likely to be. Which, paradoxically, meant he might be there. 

As he pushed open the large, oak door, sunlight made him squint. But beyond that, he could hear laughing. Mocking laughter, specifically. 

Ford gasped, shutting the door quickly. He had to hide the posters, fast.

He threw off his backpack, unzipped it, and began to rapidly stuff in papers. They were gonna be all folded and crumply later, but at least he'd have them. He just had to-

The door swung open with a BANG! against the opposing wall, and a large shadow fell over the entrance. Stanford hastily zipped up the bag and put it behind him right as none other than Crampelter himself waltzed into the library. 

"Weeeell, look what the cat dragged in!" the bully himself grinned. Crampelter crossed his arms as his two yesmen circled around behind him. "Howzit feel not having your little guard dog around, hmm?" 

"I-I…" Stanford looked up at him warily. Now the Sibling brothers were about the same age and build as the Pines twins, so confronting them was a bit easier than… this. Crampelter was a mountain, towering over Stanford and casting a long shadow. He grinned. The light from outside rimmed around him, casting the rest of him in shades of grey. The two behind him didn't look much friendlier (though the shorter one was all bark, no bite, Ford knew that). 

Crampelter put his hands on his cheeks, creating a look of mocking fear. "I-I-" he stuttered out, before laughing loudly. "You what, dork? Scared?" 

"Hey!" 

All four heads turned to Mr Walker, who was quickly pacing towards them. He stopped in front of Crampelter, leveling him a knowing look. "This is a place of learning and leisure," he hissed. "Keep it down or get out, Crampelter. You know the rules, same as anyone else." 

Crampelter let out a loud tch, rolling his eyes. "Whatever." He side-eyed Stanford, a mischievous grin crossing his lips. "Catch us outside, huh, nerd? We'll be waitin' for ya." 

And with that, he and his posse turned on their heels and stormed out. As Crampelter's form left the building, he turned back around and cupped his mouth with his hands. "READING'S FOR NERDS!" he shouted. His voice bounced annoyingly off the peeling walls. 

Before Mr Walker could react, the three of them had bolted, cackling, out the door.

The man sighed. "I worry about those three," he grumbled. "Shapin' up ta be no good, I tell ya." 

"Umm, Mr. Walker, sir?" Stanford hated how much he was… unnerved by the three bullies. Not afraid- Pa said being afraid was stupid. "Don't be a sissy," he'd say. But Stanford certainly didn't feel comfortable around them. 

The librarian turned to look at the boy questioningly. "Yes, Pines?"

"I…" He fidgeted with his hands, wringing them around each other. "I don't wanna go outside." 

Understanding made its way across his features. Mr. Walker knelt down, putting a hand on Ford's shoulder. "Those three pick on you a lot, eh?" 

Hesitantly, Ford nodded. "Stanley usually helps me with them," he mumbled. 

Mr. Walker thought for a moment, then stood back up. "Here, I got an idea." He started to walk towards the back of the building, motioning with his hand for Ford to keep up. "Follow me." 

Stanford grabbed his backpack and trotted after the librarian. 

He wasn't too familiar with the man, but he had been nothing aside from friendly towards him. The first time they'd met, he'd made a comment about his hands, but that was forever ago now, and Mr. Walker didn't seem to mind them so much now. Just another reason Stanford saw the library as a sanctuary; a place to hide from bullies and to be able to get a clear head when things got tough. Peaceful. 

He'd always hoped that, if Mr. Walker could learn to ignore his extra finger, maybe others could, too. Some of his teachers got used to it, but even then, he still saw the lingering looks sometimes. His classmates, too, just seemed to become adjusted to it rather than disregarding his hands like he'd hoped. It didn't feel like acceptance, it was more akin to tolerance. And Ford's tried his best to keep that tolerance for as long as he could, he did. He thought he was doing an okay job, but then Crampelter would show up just to remind him that tolerance and acceptance weren't really the same thing. 

It was humiliating, to say the least. 

Mr. Walker made his way through the halls of the library, walking in a relatively straight line. He finally came to a stop near the back wall, by one of the windows. He unlatched it, heaving it up. The early summer breeze entered the building, tickling Ford's cheeks and ruffling his hair. 

"Here," the man said, "out this way. They won't expect you there." 

Stanford looked up at Mr. Walker with a small, genuine smile. "Thank you, sir," he said. 

Mr. Walker just nodded. "You're very welcome, Pines." 

Sneaking out around the library was harder than Ford initially thought. Just a quick glance around the corner showed the bullies hanging around the entrance, pointing and laughing at anyone going in or out of the library. 

Stanford frowned. What are they even DOING here? he wondered. Crampelter would rather get sick with the plague than willingly enter the library, and now that Stanford thought about it, it WAS odd that he'd decided to even come here at all. 

Did this have to do with Stanley somehow? 

That made Stanford pause. If Crampelter knew something about Stanley going missing, then it made sense that he'd come taunt Ford with that information. But there was no way to know until Stanford asked him, and he was not exactly in a hurry to do that. 

He had to sneak past. 

The library was surrounded by two other buildings on either side, but they were pretty far away. There was a yard in front of the building with lots of room to sit and read, including a tree with some okay-ish shade from the sun. If Stanford could just make it to one of the other buildings without getting caught, he could escape and start putting up posters. Clearly Crampelter knew already; no point in hiding it. 

The bullies were gathered more on the right side of the building than the left, so Ford took in a deep breath, headed to the left, watched them for a moment, and…

No. No running was a bad idea. That'd draw their eyes. He had to go slow. Yeah. Yeah, niiiice and easy. 

He let out the breath he'd taken awkwardly, and instead, hugged the wall. One foot in front of the other. He stayed close to the library, and no one saw him. Yet. 

He was right at the corner now. He could hear Crampelter push someone off their bike. Though he felt bad, it also created a pretty good distraction. He peered over. Sure enough, some kid was currently adjusting their glasses, sitting on the pavement, while the three bullies yukked it up. 

Now or never. Ford tentatively stepped out into the light, and when no one saw him immediately, he turned and began to speed walk away. He didn't know where he was going, just that he needed to get away from the library as fast as his feet could carry him. 

He'd only made it a couple of sidewalk slabs down the road before a yell shattered his small sense of victory. "THERE HE IS!" one of the yesmen announced, and Stanford could feel the finger pointed in his direction. It only took a quick glance over his shoulder to see all three of them sprinting after him now. 

Oh Moses.

Ford panicked, breaking into a sprint and zipping off down the road. He turned left at the corner, trying to hide from view, but those boys were still behind him- and gaining. 

He had to hide. What's that thing they always do in movies? Duck into an alleyway? 

There was one coming up. They hadn't rounded the corner yet. Ford had a chance. 

He ducked left again, slipping into the slot between buildings, only to find nothing to hide behind. It was empty. 

Their shouts and jeers were getting louder. There was nowhere to go. 

Ford ducked down, facing away from the opening, and tried to make himself as small as possible. Maybe they'd just keep going, and leave him alone, and he could get out of this one by himself so he could keep looking for his brother-

"Found him!" 

Something grabbed his backpack and lifted him up. Stanford cried out in surprise, then started swinging his arms frantically. He kicked, he punched, he tried to wriggle out of their grasp. His efforts were met with more jeers. 

"Aw, look at him go!" 

"He's worked up quite the kick, eh?" 

"Like an angry kitten!" 

Ford flushed. "I am not a-" 

A fist to the back of the head silenced him. "Shut it," Crampelter snapped. 

Ford lifted a hand to rub the spot. "Ow!" 

"Eugh. Get your freaky hands away from me," Crampelter grumbled out. He let go of the backpack, sending Ford to the ground in a heap. His hands scraped against the pavement, and to his horror, he noticed more glass shards here than he'd originally thought. "We just wanna talk to you, nerd." 

Stanford re-adjusted his glasses, finally turning to look at his tormentor more head-on. "About what? About how I'm a freak?" he snapped. "Go ahead, I've heard it all before!" 

Crampelter tutted at him condescendingly. "No, dumbo, it's about your guard dog." He crossed his arms triumphantly. "Heard some talk down by the docks. Apparently some of the guys overheard you asking for him at the boardwalk." 

Stupid! Stanford berated himself. Of course that's how he found out. 

Crampelter's face was oddly neutral. "We just wanna know what happened." 

Stanford blinked. "You… what?" That seemed… weirdly considerate of them. Something was wrong. 

Shortie (he didn't know their names and didn't care) piped up. "Heard he ran off," he grinned. 

Lanky nodded. "Did he finally learn he don't got a future?" he sneered. 

Stanford glared at them each in turn. "What are you talking about?!" he exclaimed. "We have a future! We're gonna get out of here!" 

"Hah!" Crampelter's eyes glinted. "Did he tell ya that?" 

Something about the way Crampelter was looking at him was making Stanford uneasy, but he didn't have a good word to describe it. It was like he was dangling a carrot over his head- a carrot he knew Ford couldn't see. But Ford knew it was there. Something in him was getting riled up at that. His glare deepened.

"Yeah, he did. And Stanley wouldn't…" he trailed off for a second, looking away. "He wouldn't lie to me!" 

That got all three of them laughing again. 

"Good ol' sticky fingers?" 

"All he ever does is lie!" 

Ford's gaze burned holes in the bullies, but they didn't seem to notice or care. "Not to me!" Stanford shot back. 

That just made them laugh harder. 

Confusion and hurt was welling up within him. He moved to shove past Crampelter, but he was quick to swat Ford back into the alley again. 

"Gonna go home?" Crampelter cooed, tilting his head knowingly. "Gonna go cry to Mommy and Daddy about how your brother somehow got smarter than you??" 

Ford blinked. "What are you talking about?"

Lanky shrugged. "Sticky fingers ain't good for nuthin," he said casually. He leaned back against the opposing wall, lifting a leg to look cooler. "He knows he's just the stupid version of you. He must have finally figured out what he was and took off." 

Shortie snickered. "About time." 

Stanford wanted to glare at them, but something about their wording was throwing him off. "What do you mean? What is he?"

Crampelter's fists clenched. He tilted his chin up, looking down on Ford with a judging, condescending smile. "And here I thought you were the smart one, freak."

Ford stood up, moving to push past them. He had a brother to find, and clearly they didn't know anything, so this was just wasting his time. He had posters to put up and people to talk to and Siblings to avoid. 

"Oh no ya don't!" A hand grabbed his arm and yanked him back. Ford yelped, stumbling, but managed to stay upright. Crampelter sneered at him. "Where d'ya think you're going, dork?"

"Away from you!" Stanford leveled a glare up at him. He didn't have to just stand there and take this. 

Crampelter nodded to his two followers, who seemed to get it. Ford felt arms wrap around his, and no amount of wiggling around and throwing wild punches got them to let go. He felt them tugging at his backpack, pulling it off. 

Stanford tried to get it back on, but the arms holding him twisted his wrists, making him try to curl in on himself on instinct. The straps were freed, and Crampelter held the red book bag in his hands. 

Ford's eyes widened. "Hey! That's mine!" 

Crampelter ignored him. He unzipped it and proceeded to dump the contents out, scattering papers, pencils, pens, his notebook, and- Ford watched in horror- the missing posters. He watched the cartoony face of his brother drift out, flapping gently down to the ground in a smiling heap of hope. 

"Hah!" Crampelter barked out a laugh. "Were you gonna hang these up?" 

Ford continued to try to writhe out of the other two boy's grip. "What's it to you?" he snapped. 

Crampelter didn't say anything. Instead, he picked up a poster, holding it up. It was one of the ones Stanford had made that featured Stanley with sticks in his hair. It was one of the better ones, in his opinion. 

Crampelter snorted. "Didja start doodling on this thing? What is that?" 

He pointed to a line down at the bottom, the line reserved only for Stanley's eyes. To anyone else, it was just drawings. The Twins knew better.

Ford glared. "It's code. And I'm not telling you what it says!"

Shortie snorted. "Sticky understands codes?"

"You have too much faith in him," Lanky piped up. "He doesn't even know how to read." 

That one got Stanford genuinely offended on his brother's behalf. "He does, too! He just, he told me that the letters get all scrambled sometimes, so it's-" 

"So he can't read." Crampelter tutted, looking back at the pile. "Would be a shame if your guard dog realized just how much you relied on him," he mused to himself. "Not that he's good for much else." 

Stanford glared. "Like you're any better, jerk!" 

The bully's eyes snapped to him. He twitched, then his brows turned down into a glare. He looked back down at the pile of papers, then around the rest of the alleyway. 

Water glistened off a nearby puddle. 

Stanford froze. "No," he said softly, realizing where this was going. "No, Crampelter, you can't! I need those!" 

That just seemed to make up the bully's mind. He stormed over to the puddle and stomped both feet in it. When he lifted one back out, it was covered in mud. He turned his gaze back to the pile of posters, Stanley's silly grin looking back at Ford. 

The bully stomped closer. 

Ford picked up the struggle again. "NO, STOP!" 

All he could do was watch as Crampelter stomped down, smearing mud and dirty water all over the parchment. He made sure to cover every single one, crumpling and tearing the paper beneath his feet as he kicked and scraped and stomped. 

Once every paper had been covered, he kicked them all towards the puddle. They dropped in, water soaking through and smearing the ink. 

"STOP!" Stanford cried out. "STOP IT!" 

"There!" The bully grinned down at the pile, satisfied. "How're you gonna call him home now?"

Rage boiled within him. He clenched his fists, trying to remember the things Stanley told him about fighting. Wide stance, fast fists, lots of yelling, there were teeth involved whenever you punched a jaw…

He went slack, waiting for the moment to strike. He felt himself breathing fast, breathing angry, and he just wanted to stomp Crampelter's stupid smile into the stupid ground and find his stupid brother and go back HOME. 

He stopped listening. They were saying something. He didn't care what. 

As soon as Lanky's grip faltered, Stanford broke free with a swing. He tore his arm free of his grip, hitting Shortie in the head. Shortie let go, and Stanford darted forward. He grabbed his notebook, clothes, pens and pencils, and stuffed them in the bag as fast as he could. He reached for the posters, but most were ruined by now. His hands grasped a single one; the sketch page he'd made for practice. It was wet, and crumpled, but it lived. He tucked it in there with the notebook and zipped it shut. 

Crampelter watched him with a neutral face until the two made eye contact. Then, he grinned smugly. 

"Good luck finding him now, freak," he jeered. "Not that it'll do ya much good." 

That was it. Ford reached his hands out, shoving past Crampelter and darting back out into the streets. He could hear the bullies laughing behind him, but they didn't seem to be chasing him this time. 

Whatever. He didn't care. 

It didn't make any sense…

It doesn't make any sense!

Ford wasn't stupid. He'd heard the way people talk about his brother for a long time, like he was inferior to Stanford in some way (which was a weird paradox, considering everyone also thought that Stanford was a weirdo who could curse their family if they shook his hand or something). But he'd always made sure that Stan knew not to listen. He tried to humor his brother as much as he could, and listened to his wild ideas about superheroes and girls. He laughed at his brother's dumb jokes because they were funny and because Ford loved him. 

Crampelter was just being mean again. Yeah. That's it. 

Stanford ran and ran and ran until he found himself back at the street that led home. He slowed to a stop, looking down the familiar road. He could see the Pawn Shop. He knew his mom had found the note by now. He could picture her talking to Pa, asking him to call the police. He'd shake his head, insisting that Stanford would be home soon. And then he'd sit down and open his newspaper, waiting for him. Trusting him. 

But Stanford couldn't go home yet. He had to find Stanley. Wherever they went, they went together. Stanley was the one who came up with their little mantra, and he really, truly believed it. 

…Stanley wouldn't run away because of me, would he? 

Did Ford do something wrong? 

His heart lurched. He just wanted to talk to his ma about this. Surely she would know, right? She had those psychic powers! Stanley didn't think they were real, and even Ford was beginning to have his doubts, but it was better than nothing, right? 

If nothing else, she'd tell him that Stanley didn't just get tired of him. Or she'd be able to help him figure out what he did to make Stan think that way. 

Nope, Stanford scolded himself. That's the bullies talking. Stanley wouldn't do that. It's us, together forever. He's always said that.

It just didn't make any sense.

He needed something to get his brain going again. He had his apples- one he had for breakfast this morning, but he still had two more! They were right here, in his-

Oh no. He'd lost the bindle. 

Stanford panicked for just a moment, before remembering he'd left it at the library. He hadn't been able to get it back because it was outside, right where Crampelter had been guarding the door. Shoot!

His stomach rumbled. Home was right there. He could just go there to eat. It was tempting, pulling him to go down the road and go back. 

He glared. Pointedly, he turned around and began his march back to the library. 

The sun was going down by the time he got back. And there it was, tossed onto the ground by the door by someone who didn't care, but otherwise untouched. 

He ate both remaining apples, and something in him was still hungry. 

He glared down at his notebook. He had two full days to look now, and nothing. Nothing, nothing, NOTHING! 

His stomach grumbled. 

If he was hungry, Stanley was also hungry. He HAD to find him. 

But sleep was tugging at his eyelids, and the Stan O' War was cozy. 

Maybe Stanley just got lost. Maybe a nice family was letting him stay the night. Maybe he was stargazing somewhere down the road. Maybe he was in the sky, looking down at Ford. C'mon, poindexter, he was saying, waving his hand in a "come here" motion, it's not that far!

Stanford curled in on himself, holding his notebook close, glaring down at the mess of leads and locations, and let himself drift off to a troubled sleep.

[smilingcrittersthingig]

I have a feeling I’ve been giving yall too much angst

So as a way to counteract that, I gift you Wholesome Reborn Catnap x Cartoon Dogday

Disclaimer: written at like 12 am in the middle of the night

He hates that dog

Catnap sat on his bed, staring into nowhere. His mind was wandering, thinking of his past life.

The stench of rotting blood, his stomach screaming for food, the cannibalistic mini critters, his hanging body, the prototype.

He did everything correctly, right?

His thought were promptly cut short by the knocking coming from the entrance. He looked at the direction before laying back down and covering himself with the blanket. He didn’t need to see his dumb face right now.

The feline felt relief when the knocking ceased, letting out a sigh as he thinks he went away… That was immediately cut short when the knocking suddenly got louder, he looked up and saw the happy canine knocking on his window, waving at him.

He glared at the dog before standing up and walking to the window, staring directly at him. The canine gestured the cat to open the window which he paired with pleading eyes.

Catnap stared daggers into Dogday before he opened the window, making him drop face flat onto the floor. The canine quickly got up and dusts himself off.

“I knew you were awake!” he smiled brightly at the feline, something about that made his chest feel heavy.

Catnap eerily smiles back “What do you want…” he asked Dogday in a tired voice.

“Well I was just thinking, maybe we could go out together! Like a picnic?” The feline raised an eyebrow at the canine whose face was getting redder by the second. What’s his deal?

“…I don’t have anything for picnics…” he tried to make an excuse, he felt uncomfortable around Dogday. not only because of what he did to him, but every time this dog is around, his chest starts to feel weird and he doesn’t like it.

“Oh that’s fine! We can just get the stuff on the way!” he grabbed Catnap’s hand and got closer to his face, the feline flinched on contact.

“Please please please say yes! It’s been so long since we hung out-!” the canine’s eyes sparkled as he made eye contact with the cat. The weird feeling got even worse for him, what the hell is this dog doing to him??

“…Fine. Just stay away.” he pushed Dogday’s face far from him before he started giggling and hopping up and down.

“Great! Okay I’ll meet you at the bottom!” Dogday waved and climbed down Catnap’s house. The feline just stood there processing all that before letting out a sigh as he followed Dogday.

The two started walking together, Dogday leading in front with energetic skipping as Catnap followed behind, slouching.

“Alright so what we need for a picnic is food, I know just where to get those! Come on, Catnap!” He giggled as he ran faster, the feline just watched the dog happily run off, he remembered when he would watch the other Dogday the same way… He hated it. The way he looked so happy made his stomach churn.

They arrived at Picky’s house, the dog rhythmically knocked on the door. Picky opens it and a smile appears on her face the moment she saw the canine.

“Hi Dogday! What’s the matter?” She placed her hooves on her hips as she asked

“We were wondering if you got some snacks we could have for our picnic?” he pointed at himself and to Catnap whilst he replied

Picky raised her eyebrows for a second before a smirk appeared on her face. “Yeah of course!” she smiled and went back inside, after a few minutes she came back with a basket full of tasty treats.

“Thanks Picky! You’re the best!” he thanked the pig as his tail wagged from happiness.

“No problemo!” the pig leaned to the dog’s ear ‘Have fun with your date’ she whispered, the canine took a moment to process that before his face flushed red, earning a chuckle from Picky

“See you later, you guys!” she waved and went back inside.

The two stood still for a minute until Catnap poked Dogday with his tail, snapping him back to reality “HM!? AH RIGHT! Sorry Catnap-!” he chuckled nervously, trying to stop himself from being a blushing mess.

The feline simply stared at him and shrugged. “Alright-! Let’s go then! I have the perfect place for a picnic!” He grabs Catnap’s hand and started dragging him, the cat froze when they got contact, he felt his face warm up. He hates this dog so much his face is going red… Yeah that’s it.

“Here it is! It looks beautiful isn’t it?” they arrived in a grassy hill, a single tree at the very top and a pretty view of the sky and where their houses were.

The feline stared in awe, he hasn’t seen something this nice before, after all he spent his life underground. He snapped out of the trance the moment Dogday let go of him, for some reason he tried to reach out for his hand again before he pulled himself back.

“Sit down, the grass feels nice!” Dogday placed himself on the grass and patted the spot beside him. Catnap hesitated for a moment but sat down regardless.

The dog started to chatter his mouth away whilst Catnap let his mind wander off, his hand felt empty, he needed to hold something, he didn’t feel this way before. What happened?

He turned his head to look at the dog who was still talking about something he wasn’t listening to. He heard his heartbeat get louder. He hated this dog, he hated him so much.

He hates him, Why else would everything about him make him feel so odd. Why his chest feel weird when he’s around, why his heart skips a beat when they get physical contact, why he thinks about him every time, why he never liked visiting his cell, why he tore his lower half off, why… he felt… empty when he saw him pass.

His eyes drifted to the dog’s hand, why was he so tempted to touch it. He didn’t understand, and before he could figure it out himself, he placed his hand on top of his, that shut the dog up and he looked over at their hands then to Catnap.

He gasped “Ca—!“ “don’t say anything.” Dogday covered his mouth with his remaining hand, the feline held it tighter making the canine’s face go red. His tail started wagging from sheer excitement and happiness.

He hated this dog…

They look up at the sunset.

��Does he really hate the dog? he started to question himself.

If it’s not hate… then what is this…?

His thoughts were disrupted by Dogday scooting closer and laying on him, “Today’s been wonderful, Catnap” he smiled at the feline. He only stared back. A little red tinting his cheeks.

“…yeah.. yeah it has.”

(our boy’s not handling love very well, someone get teacher Bobby on the case)

[bigmusclenm]

Sweet Gains - Part 7

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Liam and Aiden managed to reach Aiden’s car parked in a nearby alley without anyone noticing them. Aiden owned a large SUV, but their size still represented a challenge in their runaway plan. Aiden was a mountain of muscle, well over 600 pounds, with broader-than-door shoulders, tree trunk arms, massive pillow pecs, enormous thighs, bulging calves, and a massive muscular butt. His 2-foot-long dick was fully-hard, and his balls churned full of cum. He wasn’t immobile anymore, but he was far from being of average size.

“The only option is sneaking into the backseat. If I get in the passenger’s seat, it’ll be a tight fit for you,” Aiden said, looking at Liam’s body up and down. “You look amazing, by the way.” Aiden couldn’t help but add.

“Uh? I…” Liam finally looked down at his own body. He was still taller than Aiden but not as thick. Liam estimated his weight to be around 350 pounds. He looked like a world-class bodybuilder but with additional assets that would never allow him to wear the tiny posers that bodybuilders usually wear.

Liam moved his hands to his pecs and grabbed the massive slabs of meat. His pecs were so thick that his nipples pointed downward, also casting a shadow over his chiseled abs. Liam marveled at his detailed deltoids, massive biceps, and thick forearms. Then, looking down at his lower body, his eyes widened even more as he noticed his 16-inch-long, thick dick pointing up over full balls that looked as big as grapefruits.

“See? We all got benefits from this situation,” Aiden said, reaching forward to stroke Liam’s dick.

“Man, my apartment is destroyed! How is that a benefit?” Liam said, but as Aiden rubbed his dick, he couldn’t help but moan.

“You can stay in my cabin. You won’t need to pay for rent anymore, and we get to be together,” Aiden said, pulling Liam closer to push their bodies together. “Also… You started this all, so you can’t complain.”

Liam’s breathing became shallow as he felt Aiden’s massive muscles against him. He knew Aiden was right, but the anxious part of his mind couldn’t stop thinking about his apartment. The ocean of cum and milk, the hole in the wall, the flooding of the streets—everything was surreal, and the more Liam thought about it, the less he believed it was true. However, Aiden stood right before his eyes with muscles beyond Liam’s wildest dreams.

“We gotta go. They said this shrinking stuff won’t last for long,” Liam said, moving away from Aiden and opening the car’s door to help him get in. “You’ll fit without much trouble.”

Aiden grinned and rolled his eyes. Even though he had experienced the most intense growth, orgasm, and shrinking ever, he couldn’t help but lust over Liam’s body and long to have more fun with him. Aiden stood by the car and attempted to get in the back seat, unable to get his shoulders through the door. He tried again, sideways this time, but between his back and bulging pecs, it was still hard. His hard dick and big balls weren’t helping because it was uncomfortable for him to move his legs with his big genitals on the way.

Aiden took a deep breath, struggling to contain his laughter because he never thought he would face such a challenge. He had spent years building his well-defined muscles, but they couldn’t compare to his current size. He had dreamt about getting as big as heavyweight bodybuilders, but his body was far more muscular than any bodybuilder he had seen.

While Aiden struggled to get in the car, Liam’s anxiety escalated because he was worried about people seeing them naked on the streets. Even then, he couldn’t help but feel aroused as he saw Aiden’s muscles in action. Every inch of his body bulged and fought for space while the big guy fit his upper body in, leaving his thick legs and massive balls out. Liam couldn’t help but chuckle and approached Aiden to push against his ass and balls to help him.

“Hmm, that feels nice,” Aiden playfully said.

“Bro, I’m serious. We gotta go,” Liam said, pretending to be worried, but he was loving the feeling of Aiden’s massive ass against his body.

Aiden laughed as the rest of his body got into the car, and Liam slapped his ass hard before closing the door. He slowly turned and got in a comfortable position, as much as he could, while Liam ran around the car to get into the driver’s seat. Even though Liam wasn’t as big as Aiden, it still took him about a minute to get behind the wheel in a comfortable enough position. Liam felt clumsy, but it was due to his muscles limiting his range of motion.

“Okay. Where do I go?” Liam asked, turning the engine on and looking at Aiden’s smiley face in the rearview mirror.

“Just drive north. The cabin is about 20 minutes away,” Aiden said as he turned on his seat again, groaning like he was trying to get into a certain position.

Liam nodded and started driving, following Aiden’s indications. The car was silent most of the trip because Liam’s mind was flooded with memories of his destroyed apartment. He wondered if he could ever go back there and have a regular life, but looking at Aiden’s handsome face in the rearview mirror again made him chuckle and realize he didn’t want a regular life anymore.

Aiden continued turning as he groaned in the backseat. Liam thought he looked cute, but when he saw the enormous muscles flexing and relaxing with each move, cute came short to describe the magnificent body.

“Keep your eyes on the road. Don’t mind me back here,” Aiden said, finally relaxing after moving so much. Liam nodded and continued driving. He estimated they were halfway to the cabin, and even though he was worried, he was also excited.

“How does it feel?” Liam asked, not looking at the mirror to focus on the road.

“What?” Aiden responded as he started slightly moving again.

“Being so big. The immobility. All the milk, the cum, and everything else. You were gigantic,” Liam asked, feeling his 16-inch dick throbbing below the wheel.

“Oh. It’s hard to explain. I felt so powerful, and the sensation was even better when I couldn’t move. I could feel every single inch of my body, even though I couldn’t see past my pecs. I loved when you climbed up my body and when you rubbed your whole body against my dick. Fuck, that was hot,” Aiden said, feeling his dick throb violently against the back of Liam’s seat.

“Oh… Was that your knee or something? I can push the seat forward if you want,” Liam kindly said, and Aiden chuckled.

“It wasn’t my knee. It was a body part that I can’t seem to control anymore,” Aiden playfully said as his dick throbbed again, hitting Liam’s seat even harder. “Also... don’t get scared if you feel something sticky getting around your feet. Thinking about you against my dick is making me leak again, and, fuck, it feels nice.”

“What?! What do you mean?” Liam said, stopping the car and looking down at his feet, where a pudge of white, sticky cum was coming from beneath the seat. “You gotta be kidding me! You flooded the whole block, and you still have more?” Liam said, turning around to see Aiden. Liam’s eyes widened at the sight.

“Told you, I can’t control it,” Aiden responded as Liam tried to process the scene.

Aiden had one muffin in each hand, and considering the crumbs over his massive pecs, he had already eaten a few. He had a box with the Big Boy’s Bakery logo on it, like the boxes that led to the destruction of Liam’s apartment. The box was already empty. Liam estimated Aiden had eaten ten muffins, and the two in his hand completed the dozen that fit in the box.

“What are you doing? Where did you get that from?” Liam asked, scared and amused.

“I left the box here when I went to your apartment. It was for later, but my visit was longer than I expected. I didn’t know if the muffins were still good, but they’re perfect. Yummy as always,” Aiden said as he gave one muffin a large bite, soon followed by two more, and the muffin was gone.

“What are these muffins for? What if you grow again before we get to the cabin?” Liam said, watching in awe as Aiden devoured the last muffin.

“I don’t remember their name. It was something like, Oh, Mighty Muffins. I think they make all the muscles grow,” Aiden said, smiling and playfully bouncing his pecs to a shocked Liam. “I’m about to grow again anyway, so why not make it more interesting?”

Aiden bounced his pecs, and Liam noticed they looked plumper and fuller with each flex. Then he saw Aiden’s shoulders broadening in the back seat, taking up more room and filling up the tiny available space. Aiden started moaning, and Liam didn’t know if he should continue driving or if he should get out of the car and escape.

“Fuck!” Liam shouted as he felt Aiden’s dick hitting the seat again, even harder this time, and his balls visibly filled up with cum. The pool of cum beneath the seat grew, and Aiden started moaning, high on pleasure.

Aiden stretched slightly, the seat’s leather groaning under his expanding body. He flexed his basketball-sized biceps as a loud roar escaped his lips. This sound sent shivers down Liam’s back because he remembered the flooding of his apartment and how Aiden had lost control of his body.

“This feels incredible! Even better than before,” Aiden said, his voice deep and resonant.

A tremor ran through Aiden’s body, making him close his eyes to savor the sensation. His muscles continued slowly expanding. His deltoids expanded like inflating balloons, quickly reaching the car’s inner walls. His traps rose higher, engulfing his neck and head and merging with the ever-growing mountains of his shoulders.

Liam struggled to focus on the road as he could hear the leather of the backseat creaking. The car felt heavier, so he had to step harder on the gas pedal. Liam looked down and saw more cum covering the floor. However, as worried and scared as he was, his hard dick throbbed due to his arousal. He couldn’t deny that a growing Aiden turned him on more than anything else.

Aiden’s chest surged forward, each pectoral muscle growing to the size of a small boulder, obscuring his perfectly sculpted abs. His nipples started getting engorged, and a small flow of milk escaped them, landing on his massive thighs, which thickened, forcing his legs to spread wide. Then Aiden felt his dick getting longer and thicker as his balls grew from basketballs to beach balls in a blink. He started to feel cramped in the backseat, but the sensation was too fantastic, so he wanted it to continue.

“How are you feeling back there? Are you okay?” Liam asked, glancing nervously at the rapidly expanding titan in the backseat.

Aiden chuckled as he felt his dick throbbing hard. “Better than okay. It feels amazing!” While he moaned, Aiden managed to move his dick from behind Liam’s seat to place it between the front seats of the car, with the leaking head of his dick right by Liam’s side.

“Dude! You’re going to ruin your own car!” Liam shouted, absentmindedly reaching for Aiden’s dick to rub it.

“Hmm, who cares? It’s not like I can drive it anymore,” Aiden said, enjoying Liam’s touch. “Keep going. Make me cum. My balls are getting so full. I won’t make it to the cabin.” Aiden tilted his head back as much as he could due to his traps locking his head.

Aiden’s growth continued. His arms, now thicker than most men’s waists, flexed involuntarily, causing his biceps to peak impressively, with thick veins snaking over them. His forearms soon followed, bulging and thickening beyond Aiden’s wildest dreams. His back spread wider, his lats flaring out like wings, pressing against the sides of the SUV. His quads, resembling overinflated tires, strained against the confines of the seat, and his calves were swelling to match the monumental growth of his upper body.

The vehicle, sturdy as it was, began to creak in protest, the suspension groaning under the increasing weight. Aiden’s growth showed no signs of slowing, and each muscle group fought for space.

“We’re almost there, right? We must be close by now,” Liam nervously said, looking back at Aiden, who now took up the whole space in the backseat.

“Yeah. We must be able to see the cabin and the lake in a few seconds,” Aiden said between moans as Liam finally saw the cabin on the horizon. However, Liam didn’t know if the cabin was a proper word to describe the building because it was bigger than most houses but surrounded by nature and a lake, so the word still fit.

The SUV finally pulled up to the secluded cabin. Liam parked and turned to face Aiden, who looked trapped inside the car. “Let’s get you out before you destroy the car like you destroyed my apartment,” Liam said, making Aiden chuckle and nod.

Aiden’s movements were slow. As he shifted, the SUV rocked slightly, and with an audible groan, the vehicle’s metal frame began to give way under his immense bulk. The door, designed for average human proportions, now seemed impossible for him to get out of.

Before Liam could open the doors, Aiden felt his triceps flaring and thickening further against the door, making the metal bend outward. His biceps swelled with each movement, dwarfing even the biggest bodybuilder’s wildest dreams. As his chest surged outward, pushing against the front seats of the car, Aiden started groaning as he felt uncomfortably cramped. Liam rushed to the back, thinking about how to help, and the only thing he could try was opening the door and pushing against Aiden’s massive body.

“So tight, everything’s so tight,” Aiden groaned, feeling his pecs pushing the front seats forward with their immense bulk.

Aiden groaned louder as his body expanded even more, making him more uncomfortable, but then, with another surge of growth, the door frame and the roof bent outward, and Aiden managed to wedge himself free, slowly stepping out of the SUV. The car rocked back into place, now visibly warped and relieved of the titanic burden.

As Aiden stood before Liam’s wide eyes, his muscles continued to grow, expanding and thickening with each passing second. The handsome colossus laughed and flexed his muscles as best as possible since he quickly approached immobility. As he began to walk toward the cabin, each step was a careful movement; his legs brushed against each other, limiting his range of motion. His arms, now enormous pillars of strength, hung away from his body, the biceps, triceps, and lats too large to allow them to rest naturally at his sides.

His chest expanded further, the pectoral muscles pushing out several feet in front of him. His back muscles, from the traps to the lats and lower back, looked like a powerful wall of marble, each movement causing waves of muscle to ripple beneath his skin. His massive ass looked like beach balls, hypnotically moving with each step he took. His yoga-ball-sized balls reached almost to the ground, and his 6-foot-long dick stood tall, reaching above his head while releasing a river of pre-cum that left a white, creamy trail behind him.

Liam ran to open the cabin’s double doors and marveled as Aiden struggled to fit through them. Once inside, the space seemed to shrink around Aiden’s enormous body, his muscles fighting for space even in the open interior. The place was huge; only the living room was about 20 feet wide, and the kitchen was almost as big.

“Welcome. Get comfortable and enjoy the show,” Aiden said as he collapsed on a huge couch, which immediately broke under his immense weight. “I think we made it just in time.”

Liam stood away, marveling at Aiden’s muscles bulging outward. Aiden’s moans grew louder, and his body expanded faster than inside the car. Liam realized that his recent growth spurt was only the effect of the muffins, but now he was growing back because the shrinking formula was wearing off.

Aiden’s pecs grew enormous in a blink, pushing about 10 feet in front of his torso and as broad as the whole living room. His nipples grew larger and looked engorged. Just as it had happened in the apartment, a constant river of milk started pouring out, instantly forming a white pool around him. Aiden tried to reach for his pecs to rub them because they were extremely full, but his massive biceps didn’t let him.

“So full! So incredibly full!” Aiden groaned and moaned loudly, prompting Liam to approach and massage Aiden’s pecs.

Then, Aiden’s shoulders broadened, soon getting slightly broader than his pecs, taking over most of the space in the living room. His traps and back muscles grew higher, forming a mighty wall of muscles around and behind Aiden’s handsome face. His arms inflated like air balloons, fighting for space with his enormous lats, which spread magnificently. His upper body alone looked bigger than Aiden’s wrecked car.

His legs thickened, and his ass grew enormous, pushing Aiden higher and giving him extra support to handle his weight while sitting on the destroyed couch. His calves were thicker than a heavyweight bodybuilder’s torsos. Each muscle group bulged so enormously that Aiden could barely move an inch.

Liam was speechless while Aiden continued to grow, much bigger than before, turning Liam more than ever before. Since Aiden’s body was so big, Liam climbed up to stand on his lap while Aiden’s dick and balls started expanding faster than the rest of his body. His dick grew to 20 feet long in a blink, quickly pushing 30 feet long without signs of stopping. His balls expanded and filled up the few free spaces left in the whole place. Aiden’s body took the living room and grew into the dining room and part of the kitchen.

By the time the growth stopped, Aiden’s hard dick was 50 feet long, pushing against the opposite wall and the roof. His balls spread across the room, 15 feet wide each and about 8 feet tall. Liam’s mouth watered, and even though he was worried about a lot of things, he jumped over Aiden’s enormous dick and stroked it with his arms. Aiden started moaning as the flow of pre-cum intensified, and the rivers of milk coming out of his nipples got thicker.

“We should call Chris and Sam,” Liam said, without really meaning it.

“Where’s your phone?” Aiden asked between moans.

“I don’t know. Where’s yours?” Liam replied.

“Who cares?” Aiden moaned louder as Liam moved closer to the head of his dick.

“Let’s worry about them later then,” Liam said, tightly hugging the head of Aiden’s dick, making it shoot a massive glob of pre-cum, which was quickly flooding the cabin.

“Yeah. Just keep going. Make me cum. My balls are so full,” Aiden said, feeling his balls tightening as they produced even more cum, much faster.

Aiden’s pre-cum leak intensified, prompting Liam to lick the dick slit to taste Aiden’s cum. Liam expected a salty taste like regular cum, but as he swallowed Aiden’s pre-cum, he realized it was sweet. Liam got lost in the tasteful pre-cum, teasing Aiden’s dick even more and taking him to the verge of a massive orgasm.

Liam thought about his apartment and the Big Boy’s Bakery owners, but as he felt Aiden’s dick throbbing hard and a massive tsunami of cum came out of his slit, Liam decided he could worry about that another day. He only wanted to enjoy his massively muscular former trainer and the sweet, creamy cum that he provided limitlessly. The cum and milk flooded the cabin in a few minutes and leaked outside through the double doors, flowing across the land and soon reaching the lake.

“I’ll never get tired of this sweet, tasteful cream,” Liam managed to say, taking a short break before continuing to drink Aiden’s cum and feeling his muscles slowly expanding.

“I don’t think I can ever stop cumming, so you can keep drinking forever. But don’t forget about my pecs; they’re so full,” Aiden said, moaning and enjoying the sensation of Liam’s “tiny” body hugging his dick. As big as he was, he couldn’t stop thinking about all the desserts on the Big Boy’s Bakery counter, hoping they would get him even bigger.

The End?

[ffc1cb]

new art blog

the short version:

1. i made a new art blog: @cbge;

2. @ffc1cb will stay up as an archive.

the long version:

hi everyone. this announcement is somewhat late, since the blog in question has been up for a few months now, and i’ve already started posting art on it. the reason it took me so long to “reveal” it is because i’ve been trying to figure out whether a new blog is something i actually want, or if it's just me throwing darts at a board, trying to make myself feel better somehow.

i don’t know when precisely it all started, but ever since sometime last year i’ve been going through a hard time, both emotionally and creatively. i’m not sure whether being depressed is what made art harder, or art becoming harder is what made me depressed (a bit of both, i think), but lately, drawing has been a struggle. 

i’ve found myself having less and less energy for art, and this lack of energy resulted in poorer quality of drawings, which resulted in me feeling like i’m getting worse at it, despite my efforts. i knew i could make good art, art that i’m proud of - i’ve done so countless times before, - but somehow it felt like i just couldn’t anymore, like my hands forgot how to. nothing looked right. 

i’ve been trying to experiment. i’ve learned some new things, tried this and that - it was enlightening, to say the least, and even though i kind of liked how it looked, it made me feel a sense of displacement. i was at odds with myself, my art, and how i felt about it, when previously i was always in sync. i was making art, yes, and it looked nice, but it felt like it wasn’t mine.

i suppose part of it was also the growing lack of engagement, and i don’t mean likes and reblogs - i never particularly cared about those. they are all just numbers to me; dry and impersonal. what i’m talking about is actual, human interactions: personal thoughts in tags, asks, replies, etc. a conversation. 

i don’t mean to sound “old” or anything, but i remember when talking to artists online was more commonplace. my wife tells me it’s because the internet culture has changed over the years, that people have become more reclusive, less willing to be open with their thoughts, and she's probably right, but in my slump i find it hard to believe. somehow it feels like it’s my fault for being less “engaging”, for seeming unapproachable or perhaps intimidating. maybe it’s “just a skill issue”, maybe it’s because i have stopped churning out fanart for popular fandoms, maybe it’s because i refuse to torture myself emotionally by having an art account on twitter (i can’t fucking stand the place anymore; i still post nsfw art there, but only because it’s literally one of the only places on the internet that allows you to do so. i miss when you could post female presenting tits on tumblr).

i have always, ever since i started posting art on the internet back in 2012, done it for human connection. i wanted to talk to people, and have people talk to me. i wanted to inspire people with my art, and i wanted to bring them comfort. i wanted to elicit an emotional response, and have people tell me about it. it was one of the main reasons i drew in the first place; having lost that, i’ve been struggling to stay passionate about making art.

i miss being a small artist on the internet during the 2010s. i remember when i could make a post going, “hey everyone, how are you all doing today?” and it would not seem weird to people in the slightest. it is just me? does anyone else feel that way? am i too deep in my own head? the internet feels so unwelcoming nowadays, especially to artists. we are all just content machines; people scroll by our stuff, or maybe look at it for half a second and leave a like before scrolling away. i know it’s unfair to demand people’s attention, especially now when our lives are already so overwhelmed by everything - no one has the energy to pay closer attention; i myself am not immune to mindless scrolling. but it feels bad. i wish we were all sincere and enthusiastic again.

anyway (sorry for rambling. i hope i haven’t bored you to death), you might want to say, okay, but how is making a new art blog on a “dying” social platform going to help with any of that? the truth is, i don’t know. i just felt like i needed a change. 

i’ve been running this blog since 2016 (that’s almost 8 full years!). i feel incredibly attached to it, but at the same time, i feel it weighing me down. 

there are people who followed me years ago for one specific thing, still expecting me to post about said thing (i still find it mindboggling that some people follow artists for a specific fandom only, but that is a whole other matter for a whole other post that i will never write). a third, if not half, of my following are probably dead blogs. and with my current struggle with trying to regain the joy i once felt for making art, looking back at all the art i’ve done over the years makes me feel tired. i still love it all; it’s all very dear to me. i’m proud of it; looking at it makes me mourn my younger and more passionate self.

so i’ve decided to make a new blog, where i will let myself post whatever i want, in whatever stage of donness i feel like. maybe it will help me, somehow. maybe it won’t. but if you care about my art, if you want to keep following me on my artistic journey, i welcome you to join me there. similarly, feel free not to - no hard feelings.

thank you everyone for your support over the years; it matters a lot to me. i’m not planning to delete or private this blog; it will stay up, and i will still be reachable on here. i will still answer asks, if there will be any. i’m just not planning to post any art here anymore. this is it for my dear old friend ffc1cb.

i can be found in other places:

@cbge, as mentioned earlier,

@k0nstanta, an art blog dedicated solely to my and my wife's ocs,

@inquisimail, a dragon age ask blog that has become my dragon age sideblog in general,

and multiple other blogs, none of which are art related, but feel free to ask, if you’re curious.

thank you very much for reading all of this. i hope you have a wonderful day.

[ladycryptid1894]

Thoughts 3/17/25

I need him to grab onto every part of me he can get his hands on, pulling my whole body impossibly closer to his as he's railing me so deeply I can feel his cock french kissing my cervix. Yank my hips back into his wanting to feel me everywhere all over him, can't get enough of me to the point where he wishes he could just crawl into my skin, but instead he bites my neck and sucks red hickeys and bruises onto my skin that will take weeks to fade. A whimpering babbling mess holding onto me for dear life before begging "c-can I please cum?? Mommy, p-please let me cum please mom-m-my please let me cum."

My pussy gripping him tighter at his sounds before nodding wordlessly, all thoughts leaving my body except himhimhim. His violent erratic thrusts combined with fingers flicking across my clit, I'm face down ass up and he fucks his cum into me. He whimpers as he pulls his cock out, helping me move so I'm on my back under him and he collapses onto my chest with a contented sigh. My pussy feels so empty without my good boy's cock inside me, I can't help myself from sliding my hands down his body with malicious intent, grasping his cock and lining it back up with my entrance.

"Waitwaitwaitwaitwait mommy, it's so sensi-" interrupted with a gasp and pornographic groan when he slips back inside me. I don't move my hips, cockwarming him for a few minutes because my pussy, my arms, my kisses, my love is his home. I run my fingers through his hair damp with sweat. "You did so fucking well, shit how did you learn how to fuck like that??"

"Ngghh i- I learned from the best," he looks up at me, remembering all the times I towered over him wearing my strap, bent him over wherever I could and fucked him senseless.

Awe melts into pure adoration, planting sweet kisses all over his face, cradling his head in my hands. "My sweet boy, you did such a good job, I've never felt that good in my life. Your touch is addicting and your tongue..." I growl, biting my lips before claiming his lips in a heated kiss. The moment I break the kiss, I bite and tug on his bottom lip, keeping us connected.

"T-thank you mommy, you feel too good to be true. I don't wanna pull out yet... Could stay like this forever..." He sighs, basking in the soft heat of the moment.

"As much as I would love that more than anything right now, I have stuff I need to get done."

"please just for a little bit longer, pleasepleaseplease!! It's still early and I need you so bad I could cry."

I teasingly thrust my hips up with an evil grin, feeling his cock throbbing again inside me, churning my insides a bit more, remembering the sound of our cum sloshing around inside me as he fucked me. "You're spoiled, you know that?"

His cock jumps at my response, "C-can I, mommy??"

I grind my hips deeply into his, feeling his cock instantly graze my g spot. "Yes, my good boy, take one more."

Happy whines escape his perfect throat as he goes from 0-100, rutting into my pussy like an animal in heat with my fingers wrapped around his pretty throat.

After we finish, he whimpers when he pulls his cock out, watching in awe at our combined mixture dripping out of my pussy. He pouts and runs 2 fingers over my folds, looking up at me with puppy dog eyes laced with hunger, "Can I clean you up, mommy? I don't wanna waste a single drop."

I can't help the smile on my face to have someone who's just as depraved and filthy as me, if not more so, while my hips shake from overstimulation and how much he just fucked me. I nod profusely, grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulling him closer to my pussy, lifting my hips up to meet his kiss swollen lips. He gathers a bit of our mixture before slipping 2 fingers inside me again, fucking our cum back into me while his tongue laps up the rest, his lips latching onto my clit while he loses himself fingering my nasty stuffed pussy.

So fucking spoiled. But it feels too good to stop and I definitely think he earns it.

[phyllocnistis]

rye 🌾

butch4butch

pastry chef and head chef get into it and head chef reminds her who's in charge.

this one's shorter than my last few but i think im gonna do some longer stuff next !

"table 13 up!" 

tatum's voice rang out over the sounds of dishwaters whirring, knives chopping, doors slamming, pans frying, waitresses chattering. no one seemed to pay them mind, other than a server who ran back and forth, asking for the forgotten sauce for table 8. the kitchen was in full motion at this moment, the height of the dinner rush. a few months ago, this would have put them in the so deep in the weeds, they probably wouldn't have gotten out till 2 am. but now, with tatum here? the place ran like a well oiled machine. 

of course, there were others to thank. ricky, the dishwasher, toiled over near-boiling water and steamed dishes, churning them out just as fast as they came in. cora, the sous chef, adapted well, taking on whatever tasks where given to her eagerly. sondra, the prep cook, was always watching from behind her steel table, chopping or mixing away at whatever was on her list. and then, there was lua, the pastry chef. not always here at night, typically coming in earlier and leaving before dinner, she'd been spending a considerable amount of shifts staying late, just to work a little with tatum. 

tatum was the new head chef, hired in from out of state. while initially only here to fill a gap while the company found a permanent chef, tatum organized the kitchen and presented such impressive food and work ethic that the owners had offered them a full time position, one they hesitated on for a few days. finally though, with some convincing, they were the new head chef at "Rye," a made-from-scratch restaurant that prided itself on whole, natural ingredients. 

lua enjoyed watching them. a walkway separated lua's table from tatum's stovetop, the two facing each other often. it had been the first little smirk that did it. lua hadn't been able to stop staring at them since her shift started, eyes locked on the sweaty arms that lifted heavy pots and plated food beautifully. tatum's hair was short, buzzed close to the head, and a septum ring that looked like barbed wire dangled from their nose. they were older than most in the kitchen, probably in their late 30s or early 40s. their eyes were deep set and they had a sharp jawline and an even sharper wit. catching lua staring, they asked loudly over kitchen noises, 

"can i help you, wonderbread?"

it took a moment for lua to catch up but when she did, she was stunned; huffing out a sigh and mouth agape, she shook her head, trying to come up with a better remark. 

"nah, i don't think you could! thanks though," she smirked, giving a sympathetic look before turning back to her bowl of dough.

it was playful kitchen banter, that's all! still, lua wondered if she had fucked up by back talking the new boss. it's not like she believed it either. she was sure tatum could bake, but the treatment she'd received as a baker from other chefs had always annoyed her. 

for tatum's part, they could bake, but not very well. realistically, they knew they couldn't help that much, and that lua was right. even so, they didn't appreciate her pointing it out in front of every one. 

they did appreciate how she looked when she did it, though. they loved other butches and lua ticked all the right boxes for them. as she turned back to her mixer, tatum watched as she hauled the heavy mixing  bowl onto a cart and turned, pushing the cart towards the back of the kitchen. 

her sleeves were rolled up to her elbows and she moved purposely, on a mission.

tatum couldn't help it, the curiosity got the better of them. who was this person to back talk them like that? 

they took their gloves off and trashed them, following lua as she walked past coolers and hot boxes. 

lua tried not to think about what she had said, growing nervous tatum would reprimand her. she tried to clear her thoughts, but was unable to shake the feeling.

finally, she reached one of the large metal boxes at the back of the room, one tatum had seen but never actually used. they leaned against the wall casually and stared as lua unloaded the dough from the cart and placed it into the box. ah, a dough proofer. 

as lua turned around to walk back to her station, she jumped, startled by tatum's sudden appearance. 

"shit! you scared me!" she blushed and looked towards the floor, trying not to make eye contact. 

"oh, yeah? just wanted to see where you were going with all that dough."

lua's eyebrows furrowed and she finally looked at tatum, arms crossed, and fought back nervousness to ask,

"what, are you like obsessed with me now?"

lua smirked before throwing a towel over her shoulder and stepping forward to pass tatum. 

tatum wasn't obsessed with lua, they were just getting fed up with this "know-it-all" attitude and figured she just needed someone to put her in her place. they stepped in front of lua's path, blocking the walkway with their large frame. staring down at her, they crossed their arms to look imposing and said smugly, 

"my office, now."

lua was scared. so many thoughts raced through her mind. had she gone too far? misread the situation? was she getting fired? she turned, tail tucked, and walked out of the kitchen and down the hallway that lead to tatum's office. tatum did not follow immediately behind, instead taking a moment to check on the rest of the kitchen, leaving lua to stew in her thoughts.. 

lua sat on the hard leather chair in front of tatum's desk and took in the space. it hasn't been long enough for them to truly decorate, but a few photos hung on the wall and some knick knacks sat scattered on their desk. lua could feel her palms beginning to sweat as the anticipation dug into her, unsure of her fate. she’d worked here for so long, been so excited to put it on her resume. was she really gonna let some beefcake like tatum ruin her? she let the thought wander a little too far and before she knew it, she was fantasizing about their chest and arms. she wished tatum would ruin her. 

finally, the door to the office slowly creaked open and tatum's head poked through. their body followed and they strode inside, the door’s lock clicking behind them. sitting down behind their desk, tatum stared at lua with unwavering eyes. their hands sat clasped on their stomach as they leaned back, thinking of what they should do. 

fuck, they thought, now is my chance. 

she looked so good right now, sitting there with her hat off and hair fussy, clearly nervous. her coat was unbuttoned slightly at the top, not technically dress code, but tatum didn’t give a shit. lua’s collarbones and cleavage peeked out and tatum couldn’t help but stare. 

“hello?” 

lua’s voice shook tatum back to reality, reminding them they were supposed to be reprimanding her. clearing their throat, tatum narrowed their eyes and leaned into their desk, drinking up the sight of lua. 

“don’t you know the rules about workplace bullying?” they said, trying to sound stern.

lua scoffed, looking around the room before replying. 

“that? you think that was workplace bullying?” she asked, chuckling a little bit as she relaxed in her chair. 

tatum stood and walked in front of the desk. both lua and tatum had their arms crossed, staring up and down and one another waiting for someone to make a move. tatum was as cool as a cucumber but before long, lua grew too anxious waiting and found the courage to stand up, knocking her chair back a little as she did. now, the two stood with mere inches between their faces. 

“what are you going to do about it?” her voice shook more than she meant for it to, but the words came out nonetheless. 

this just about did it for tatum. they hated being undermined, especially if it was from a sexy butch coworker.. without thinking, their hand shot up to lua’s neck, thumb and index fingers pressed against her jawline. her eyes lit up as she stared back at tatum, desperate for them. 
“wow,” she gasped, “i didn’t think you had it in you.”

tatum exploded, excited to show lua exactly how much they had it in them. they pushed her down face first onto the desk, her hands catching her before she fell. with one hand holding her head down, tatum’s other hand pulled at her pants, desperately trying to get them over lua’s curves. once they did, they found boxer briefs that hugged her beautifully. lua whimpered as tatum’s hand explored her, rubbing her ass and feeling her thighs, playing with the seams of her underwear but never explicitly touching her. they let go of her hair and pulled her coat off, revealing a form fitting tank top. with force, tatum flipped her over and hauled her onto the desk and pulled off her briefs to reveal a dripping, hairy pussy. tatum dropped to their knees and pushed lua’s leg onto the desk, staring up at her, ready to prove her wrong. 

lua’s head rolled back and she began to moan as tatum’s tongue circled her throbbing cunt. before she could make too much noise however, tatum’s fingers dug into her thighs leaving dark red scratch marks. this stunted her moans. 

they ate ravenously, slurping up every bit of her as they could, gnawing at her thighs as she squirmed. unable to contain herself, lua pulled her tank top down and revealed massive, bouncing tits; a sight that almost made tatum cum on sight. the black tank top squeezed her breasts together in a way that made them look extra succulent. tatum stared up at her with their tongue buried in her cunt and couldn’t take it anymore. they stood up abruptly and began unbuckling their belt. like the good slut lua was proving to be, she dropped to her knees this time to help, mouth open, tongue out and ready to take all of them. the moment tatum unbuckled their belt, lua was pulling at their own briefs this time. hungrily and with wide eyes, lua stared down tatum’s rock hard cock, slick with precum, before shoving it down her throat. tatum had to stifle their moans this time. the sight of lua’s tits under their throbbing dick reminded them why they were here; lua needed punishing. 

yanking her up by her hair, tatum bent lua back over this table, spreading her legs with theirs. with a deep breath from both of them, they pushed the tip of their cock in and shoved hard, pressing her in between them and the desk. lua loved it, her pussy throbbing and clenching around tatum. suddenly, their hands pressed against her face and fingers slipped into her mouth, using her face as an anchor as they pounded their cock into her even harder. lua felt the cold wood of the desk press against her hard nipples and the feeling of tatum’s cock so deep inside her, she began to shake, orgasm taking hold of her body. tatum saw in the reflection of the computer lua’s tit’s bouncing as they slammed into her, each thrust hitting the perfect spot, and without warning, tatum felt the pressure of come rising through their veiny cock. with a final thrust and moan, tatum let lua fall onto the desk, cum leaking from her hairy cunt as she lay there, legs shaking. 

“i think that probably helped enough, don’t you think?” tatum asked smugly, staring at the destroyed mess they were leaving behind. pulling their pants up and smushing their now soft cock into their briefs, they turned back to face lua before walking out of the office. 

“you should get back to work soon.”

[eeunoia]

ENHYPEN Series

sinag | psh.

chapter twelve

pairings: park sunghoon x reader

synopsis: waiting for a great plot twist in your life, the ruthless and powerful mafia boss park sunghoon forced his way in to it.

word count: 4k

warnings: contains harrassment, violence, guns, killings, abuse, obsessive love & other stuff. if you can't take this stuff, feel free to scroll away. let me know if i missed some. (please be responsible and avoid fics that contains warnings that can trigger you.)

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“Thank you.” you smiled gently at the cabin crew once she placed your tea in front of you. She flashed back this kind smile before she puts Sunghoon’s whiskey in front of him.

Your eyes trailed from the whiskey then to the man staring right at you. It almost made you gagged when you met his piercing gaze. Your stomach churns, feeling slightly on edge.

“You didn’t even say thank you.”

Sunghoon was amused. That in the middle of this situation, you still have the time to call him out because he didn’t said thank you to the cabin crew. He couldn’t help but to wonder how innocent and pure you are.

“She’s working for me. It's just right for her to do that, she’s just doing what I paid her to do.” the words coming out from his mouth almost made your ears bleed. It was unbelievable for you.

You know he isn’t nice, but he still just proves you he can be even much worst.

“Once we arrive, you will live in my mansion.” he then continued.

Your brows furrowed hardly and you carefully settle your cup down, making sure it won’t break or anything. The news just shocked you to the bone.

“Pardon?” you faked a chuckle. “You’re joking, right?”

He took a sip from his liqour and shows no reaction to his face. “Tell me, Aelia...” he says in a very husky tone.

He bat his eyes slowly while keeping his stares right at you.

“Do I look like I’m joking to you?” his placid expression and dark eyes sure tells you that he’s dead serious.

“B-But I can’t! I have a family, my parents will worry about me,” a joke. It was a big joke, you are lying because you’re pretty much sure that they won’t even care if you suddenly disappear.

Oh maybe they will because nobody will give them money anymore, but basically nothing more than that.

He licks his lips, “I will take care of it. I’ll talk to them.”

“How about my j-job? I need to show up to my office because I’m the breadwinner to my family. I h-have to send money to them.” facts. That’s very much true. You did lost contact with your parents right after they kicked you out, but then after figuring about your new found job, they started asking you for money again.

“I’ll support them, don’t worry. I won’t let them starve. And for your job...” he stalls his words, eyes wonders far remembering that you are working in a company that he actually owned.

He smiled inwardly thinking of transferring the ownership into yours instead. Right. That could work. In that way, you will be the CEO of that company, you don’t ever need to worry about being late or absent most of the times.

But then he also remembers what Jake told him. His friend mentions something about not informing you that he owns the company yet. He said it will probably cause him trouble more than benefit him.

“You don't have to work anymore. Quit your job.” he instructs strictly.

You’re completely caught off-guard so you raised an eyebrow at him, “Excuse me? I’m not going to quit my job.”

You love your job. It’s been the first time ever that you actually enjoyed your workplace. The employees were always nice at you and don’t hate you for basically doing nothing bad towards them.

“I will take care of you and everything you need so there’s no need for that.” he sounded so confident. Like the type of confidence that gives you the impression that he can buy you everything.

“Why?” you asked finding him unbelievable. “I don’t understand why you will support me and take care of me. I’m not your wife? We’re not even in a relationship.”

Because the way he said those things, its only applicable for a husband assuring his wife that he will take care of them. That she can lean on him and don’t worry about anything anymore.

His eyes brightens a bit, it was hard to tell but you manage to see it. Even if its just in a very short time.

“Do you want to change that? Want to be my wife? Let’s get married.” you are taken aback even more. The way he surprises you over and over is amusing.

He’s really losing his mind.

Your shoulder fell as you keep your stares at him. “Mr. Park, look—”

“Sunghoon.” he cuts you off. “Call me Sunghoon.”

You gulped, couldn't handle how soft the tone he just used. The way he softly said it almost sent you to oblivion. Heart thumping and stomach churning. Crazy how this man affects you just by talking gently.

“I’m dead serious here. I don’t know anything about you except for the fact that you’re Park Sunghoon, a mafia who does a lot of illegal stuff and the one who kidnapped me.”

Sunghoon’s trying so hard to listen, after all he doesn’t want to miss any of the things you’re saying. But the way you look so beautiful in front of him is very distracting. The way your lips moves everytime you talk, your hands gestures that you unconsciously do and your facial expression that absolutely adorable.

“So you want to know me more?”

Your lips hangs open, unable to find the right words to say in order to make this gorgeous man understand.

His intense gaze and smirk slowly forming his lips made you blush. It still doesn’t make sense how someone this good looking exist at your lifetime. This man have the face of somebody from a manga.

“All right. Let’s go on dates then.” his grin just grew wider at the amount of ideas for your dates that occupies his mind.

He’s down bad for you, willing to do and give everything just to please you. He knew he’s in trouble and that soon enough he’ll be a slave to you. But that’s the least of his concern.

You can drain his bank accounts, which is not possible, as long as he can have you.

“Wear this.” he said as he place this elegant dress at the bed you were laying on moments ago. You looked at it with cautious eyes. They were clearly still puffy with all the crying you just did after you two arrived at his huge mansion last night.

“I don’t want to.”

“I’m not asking. I am telling you to wear it.” he spat and sat down at the chair. He looked extra handsome today, wearing something that surely suits him well.

Your eyes darted at the dress and you can’t help but to admire it. It is undeniably beautiful, but your gaze wanders back to his suit. It doesn’t match his dark clothing.

A sundress with a pastel color, slightly doesn’t go along with his usual formal wear but totally your type of style. It doesn’t look bad, the combination is fine, just gives different dynamic. It perfectly shows how different your personalities are.

“What are you waiting for?” his tone indicates how he’s really out of patience already.

“Do you expect me to change here? In front of them?” you asked sarcastically and even motioned his men.

His eyes turned dark right away, “Leave the room.” he seriously said and without another word, they did leave.

You furrowed your eyes as you watch how he didn’t even budge from his place, “You too.”

He tilted his head at the side, “And why? I want to stay and watch.” he smirked dangerously as he scanned you from head to toe, sending instant shiver to your spine.

You felt heat rush over your cheeks and you tried to hide it by quickly crossing your arms at him. “Do you want me to change or not?”

He rolled his eyes before heaving a sigh as he stood up, “Okay, love. Hurry up.” he mumbled before walking close to you and casually placing a kiss at the side of your head before he heads out.

You were stunned at the sudden affection and you felt your heart racing. Not to mention, he dropped that endearment like a bomb. He’s totally a criminal and everything he does feels illegal.

You sighed and tried calming yourself down. This isn’t the right time to have your heart racing like crazy. He isn’t a nice person.

You head out after putting the dress and scanning yourself at the mirror for two minutes. It looks fine for you, but you feel like it would look better with some make up on and so you did.

Last night after arriving at the airport, you’re escorted into his car. It was a different from the one he used before and kind of made you wonder how many cars does he have.

He soon drove off towards somewhere. You’ve seen these types of vehicle on movies and you knew it can be really fast. But maybe Sunghoon noticed how nervous you are after hearing its roaring engine and drives in a decent speed.

The drive didn’t took long as you notice the car entering this huge gate. Just by the looks of it, you can tell that the person who owns it reeks off of money, which happen to be the same person sitting beside you.

People who wears uniform lined up by the entrance of the main mansion. The property itself is very spacious and you cannot tell how big this land it. Maybe you’ll get a better view in the morning, the dark made it a bit more hard to tell.

“Stay here.” he spat before stepping outside. A pout forms your lips at the way he commands you, but left to just follow it. The plane ride and all that happened prior to this somehow drains you, unable to even put up a fight to escape.

Besides, the view of this wonderful mansion sure took your interest. It was so elegant and beautiful. Something that everybody dreams of living in. A dreamland.

He opens your door and despite the faint glare on your eyes, you mumble a short thank you for him. He smirks then helps you get out from the vehicle.

His serious and placid expression went back the moment he faces his people. It caught your attention and watches how quick he changes his mood.

Everyone bows as you walk pass them and it made you a bit uncomfy. They’re paying respect for Sunghoon and since he’s dragging you to walk along with you, it looks like they’re doing the same thing to you.

It made you feel uneasy and ended up lowering your head for them as well. Greeting them softly while passing by. Sunghoon heard it and glances over his shoulder. He saw how you’re confused on what you’re suppose to do.

It was adorable that he craned his neck too quickly in order to hide the smile forming his lips.

The inside of the mansion is even more breath-taking. Although, you didn’t have much time to admire every part of it since it was really huge and since Sunghoon asked you to be escorted to your room so you can rest.

And now, here you are. Inside one of the big, elegant rooms of his mansion. Staring at your reflection through the big mirrors inside the fancy bathroom. It was like a dream. Even the biggest hotels you’ve been to doesn’t match the luxury of this place.

After realizing you’ve taken so much time preparing and maybe he’s out of patient already, you decided to go. Heart started thumping again out of worry.

When you stepped out from the room, you saw how Sunghoon’s eyes sparkled. He looked amused like as if he just saw something amazing. You can't help but once again blush hardly because you didn’t even fixed yourself that much.

With a few steps he approached closer, “You look so beautiful.” he stated and gently grabbed your hands before he took it to his lips and planted a small kiss.

You’re completely caught off guard and you can feel blood rushing over to your cheeks. The strong urge to resist these feelings inside your stomach are trying hard to put up a fight to unwanted feelings he’s slowly waking inside you. His intense stares are really giving you a hard time. He stood right in front of you gorgeously, his aura screaming nothing but power and dominance.

“You look so beautiful.” he repeated himself like as if the first time he said it was not enough.

With a blushing face, “C-Can you cut it out? It’s the dress that’s pretty.” you tried to avoid his eyes but then something about them kept pulling your gazes back.

Sunghoon tilted his head and leaned closer to your face with a small grin on his pretty lips, he moved his hand then slowly rested it over your waist. With soft strokes he caress it up and down, eyes never leaving your shy ones.

“I disagree. The dress looked pretty only because you're the one wearing it.” he stated firmly and you gulped as he drop a kiss at your cheeks once before guiding you out of that place.

The fresh, cold air felt amazing as it blew over your skin. He opened the car’s door for you and without any complain, you entered.

The few times that the mafia boss visited you to talk clearly taught you some lessons. He gets pissed easily whenever you don’t obey. And putting him into that mood always doesn’t end well. In order to make sure you won’t make your situation even worst, you’ve got to try not to piss him off.

“Where are we going?” you question when he made it at the driver’s seat.

His car, as expected, is like those expensive sports car you’ve only seen in movies. You don’t know much about cars, but it suits him well. This type of vehicle is perfect for the young mafia boss. Looked so cool and just by looking at it is enough to say about his status in life.

He glanced at you for a while as he started the engine. You even saw some of his men taking the vehicles just around where Sunghoon’s car.

“I’m taking you to a proper date. To celebrate that I finally found you.” he said.

Despite knowing the fact that he had been searching for you for years now, you still find it unbelievable. Not that he doesn’t have the resources and money for doing all of that, but the bigger question is why? Why would he do all these things for someone he just met once?

You still cannot understand and believe how someone like him can do all of those for you?

Your stares unconsciously darted at his direction and your stares remained. He looked extremely attractive even when he's just maneuvering the car. His biceps flex whenever he move the steering wheel.

You knew he’s a very dangerous man and not in a million times have the thought of being in a date together with a mafia boss occurred to you. At first, you really don’t believe at such people but after that one time when you witnessed a live shootout, the realization finally dawned onto you.

And now, the main proof sitting right next to you. Driving you and going out with you on a date.

Your heart aches as you watch Sunghoon beside you. The thoughts of how his image and personality strongly contradicts how gentle he treats you makes you feel a bit of hesitation of running away from him.

Something about him makes you want to stay but of course, you also want to be free again and to have your normal life. You know deep inside, you need to do something to get away tonight.

You two eventually arrived at the said fancy restaurant. He stopped his car right in front and a valley rushed to assist for the parking. Sunghoon steps out and walks gracefully on your side to open the door for you. You’re a little hesitant to accept his hand, but decided to do it.

It was a bit cold and rough. For some reason, it sent you a different kind of comfort.

Once you stepped out of his car, you get the chance to roam your eyes around to check the place. From outside, the place looked amazing. There are staffs by the lobby, waiting for customers that will arrive. If it isn’t in the situation, you would be excited and all. Its your dream to actually eat at a place like this.

“Let’s go.” he says before he slowly guided you inside, his big hand resting at the small of your back.

There’s no need to get in line as the staff recognized him right away. He walks closer and smiles brightly then bow his head.

“Mr. Park, this way to your table.”

As usual, Sunghoon didn’t say anything and just guided you gently to the direction where the staff was guiding the two of you.

Once settled at your table, the two of you ordered the food you want to eat. It was mostly him who picked since you don’t know what's the best one to try here. You leave it to him. He seems to be a regular here.

It slightly made you wonder how many girls has he brought here for a date. You frown faintly at the thought.

In the middle of waiting, Sunghoon excused himself to go to the bathroom for a short while and that was your cue to try to ask for help. You glanced around to check if any of his men are just near. When its clear, you wait for the perfect opportunity to make your move.

When one of the waiters approach your table to place the food he ordered, you held him by the arm softly. The man, which you think is in his mid-forty's, stopped and turned to you, confused.

“Yes, ma’am?” his eyes flashes worry, seeing how you’re really scared.

“H-Help me please. I’ve been kidnapped by the man who took me here.” you said right away.

The man’s eyes widen in surprise before he looked around to check the surrounding and check which one are you referring to. Not a lot of people are around but there are some customers by the corners, enjoying their times.

He held your arm gently, “Alright miss. We will help you.” the man said and even ask if you can go with him by the lobby so they can alert the authorities about this.

You agreed without hesitation, letting him guide you back to where you walked inside along with Sunghoon.

When the two of you are about to exit the hall, you happen to meet someone half-way. You can’t explain the look at his eyes when you saw him stare at you coldly then slowly trailed his gaze over to the man who was planning to help you.

“And where do you think are you going?” his low voice quickly sent shivers all over your spine and you felt the man in front of you stiffened.

“M-Mr. Park.” he stuttered, surprised to see him staring coldly at him.

He knew him of course, and just to see him looking that way over him, he felt his knees trembling in fear. He put two into two together and its not long until he realized what he got himself into.

“Who said you can touch her?” he tilts his head, color draining his face.

Sunghoon’s mind was clouded by nothing but jealousy. Here he is, finally with you and the next thing he know, another man was holding your arm, sneaking you away. Stealing you from him. Taking you from him. It was like a trigger. Something inside him snapped.

The man was quick to let go of your arm, like as if being burned by it. Fear present over his face, beads of sweat forming over his forehead and throat starting to feel dry.

“I d-didn’t know.” he tried to defend himself and even tried to raise his hand as sign of surrender.

The man knew it was no use. Sunghoon is known for being very cruel and ruthless. Mercy doesn’t exist in his vocabulary. Once you mess with him, its already over for you. There’s no escape, feet basically buried under the grave.

Sunghoon pulled out a gun and you panicked right away as you watch him pointed it to the poor man. The people around was surprise and scared as well. Some even standing from their tables with unfinished food, getting ready to leave the place just in case.

You noticed some walke closer to see who it was, pissed expression over their faces for probably ruining their day. But once they saw who it was, their faces will turn pale and they’re quickly halt steps. Keeping a safe distance and remained silent to stay away from trouble.

“S-Sunghoon, please!” you said attempting to stop him but you are afraid too. He turned his head and stared at your scared face.

His face remained stern and emotionless. A tear fell from your eyes as you slowly shake you head at him, “You w-wouldn’t--” you shut your eyes as you suddenly crouched down at the floor as you hear him fire the gun with no hesitation.

You heard screams and the whole place then fell silent. When you open your eyes, you almost lose it when you saw the poor man’s cold body laying on the floor. You were dumbfounded and out of your senses, eyes brimming with tears. You didn’t even noticed that he walked closer and picked you up using one of his arm.

He started dragging you out of that place. The staff stayed out of the way, they look beyond horrified. Nobody dares to stop him. He walked with so much arrogance, doesn’t even bothered by what he just did.

Sunghoon was beside you, his head resting over the stirring wheel as his hands shakes for some unknown reason. His breathing were heavy and fast like as if he was trying to calm himself down.

“You k-killed him..” you managed to say when you arrived inside his car.

When it finally manage to compose yourself a bit, tears started streaming down your face. The poor man just died! And it was all your fault.

“You k-killed him! How dare you! You're a monster!” you said and started hitting him nonstop.

He grunted and held your arm to stop you from hitting him more. Your eyes met his cold ones, you can’t describe what kind of emotion was present but one thing’s for sure, he’s raging mad.

“I already warned you not to piss me off.” he hissed and you cried while staring at him.

“J-Just let me go,” your low, but desperate plea tugs something inside Sunghoon’s heart.

For a while, you saw something flickered through his eyes. It was fast but you managed to figure out what it was. Sadness? You can’t even believe someone like him are capable to feel that kind of emotion. For you, he’s heartless.

Even before you can say anything else, he covered your nose with something and you just slowly felt yourself losing consciousness.

“I love you,” he whispered softly before everything went black.

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[hotluncheddie]

there was mention of chubby eddie by @spectrum-spectre and i felt summoned. its my brand.

wc: 3.5k | rating: M, maybe E at the end | cw: none | tags: chubby eddie munson, fluff, pre & established relationship, mention of weight gain, some subby steve

ao3

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‘uh.. steve?’ comes eddie voice through the little bathroom door. 

‘…yeah?’ steve’s instantly on edge. what could be so confusing about putting on jeans that eddie voice sounds like that. 

unless. oh god, his stitches. 

‘these are my jeans right?’ comes eddie voice again. and okay. there’s no pain that steve can hear. instead eddie sounds, baffled? 

‘yeah ed’s, got them from the bunch of stuff wayne recovered.’ because he did. why would he give eddie someone else’s jeans? 

eddie opens the door to the bathroom and. oh. ok yeah. steve gets it. 

the jeans button and fly look like they have no hope of closing. not with eddies small, newly gained belly sitting between them. bandages still on in places, skin healing. with no shirt on steve can see that the eddie’s waistband is being pushed apart with the new softness at his waist and hips. that the softness has caused his pecs to curve slightly and the tops of his arms to sit out a little further than they used to, swallowing the lithe lines of muscle that used to be visible. eddie thighs have started to fill in the legs of his jeans, pushing up against the rips above his knees.

‘uh.’ steve says, unhelpfully. there’s really nothing going on in his head right now. 

the only brain cell that seems to be firing on all cylinders is the one attached to his dick. embarrassingly. 

‘i mean, this is good right?’ eddie asks, looking down at himself. splaying a tentative hand across the new upper curve of his stomach. 

steve clears his throat, coughs, feels his cheeks heat up. ‘yeah, yeah man. your recovering. it’s like, totally understandable. and some uh, medications can, you know..’ 

‘make you fat?’ eddie asks. attempting to pull the flaps of his jeans together again, jumping a little for good measure. there’s no way it’s closing and the jumping makes eddie’s new belly jiggle a little. 

‘fuck.’ steve’s mouth supplies, small and breathy, before his brain can catch up and stop him making a fool of himself. 

eddie hears, head snapping up and smirk forming on his lips. 

it’s happened before. eddie doing something and steve making a fool of himself, not quite sure how to handle all the feelings he’s been having about eddie. still too scared to ask if they’re reciprocated. 

‘is it that noticeable?’ eddie ask, coyness fake and syrupy. he turns and looks over his shoulder so steve can see how the weight has also gone straight to his ass. it pulls at the seat and they don’t even cover him fully. waistband biting into where his underwear is visible, cheeks jutting out against it. 

steve feels his mouth open and close dumbly. that one brain cell seems to have also gone offline. all he can process is the churning in his lower gut. 

eddie twists a little further before stopping with a hiss. accidentally pulling at his still tender sides. steve snaps out of it. coming over and handing eddie the sweats he was wearing previously. 

‘these’ll do for now. i’ll take you shopping once you’re up for it, get you back feeling like yourself again.’ steve smiles at him, knowing eddie’s hated not being able to dress like himself while he’s been in the hospital. it’s been gowns and sweatpants and oversized t-shirt only for, steve’s not even sure how long. 

‘sweatpants are still totally metal though right?’ eddie bats his eyelashes and takes the sweats from steve, their fingers brushing. 

‘yeah, to-totally metal.’ steve swallows, feeling himself blush again. he seems too every time he’s at the centre of eddie’s attention. 

eddie smiles, bright and pretty. ‘good.’ he turns and slips back in the bathroom. steve busies himself with packing the last of eddie’s things, ready to take him back to where wayne’s been staying. 

‘i guess it does make sense.’ eddie muses as he comes out of the bathroom fully dressed. ‘medication, months in bed, hospital food.’ he lists as he stuffs his old jeans back in his bag. ‘ugh and mrs henderson’s cookies, god, no way i’m giving those up. or her lasagne, fuck.’ eddie’s eyes roll back in his head at the thought, hand migrating back to that new curve in his gut. 

‘ah, well then, i guess now is actually a good time to give you these.’ steve hands over the tupperware (hoping the slight shake in his hand isn’t noticeable) he’d planned on just leaving it behind quietly later, but. ‘she said it was a welcome home gift, and that’s there’s lasagne in the freezer.’ 

eddie makes grabby hands and rips the lid off. ‘oh fuck yeah.’ he plucks out a cookie and takes huge bite; cheeks rosey, smiling as he chews, eyes bright. 

steve smiles back. thinks eddie looks perfect like this. alive. healthy and living and alive. 

he blinks furiously. clearing his throat. ‘come on! let’s get you home.’ steve hauls eddies bags out the door and down to his car. eddie in tow. 

they pull up to eddie and wayne’s new home, steve noticing the cookies are long gone. 

-

‘uh.. steve?’ comes eddie voice through the little bathroom door of their apartment. 

‘…yeah?’ steve asks, not looking up from his magazine. 

‘these are my jeans right?’ comes eddie voice again, and.. huh? 

‘yeah ed’s, why would you have someone else’s jeans?’ steve asks. baffled. 

steve looks up from the couch once he hears the bathroom door open. and oh. okay yeah. steve get it. 

‘deja fucking vu, babe.’ eddie grins. and yeah, his jeans definitely don’t fit.

he’s long recovered and steves long into confessing his feeling and getting the all too enthusiastic (if a little exasperated at the time it took) feelings reciprocation. 

so now steve can say another choked out little ‘fuck’. but now with a lot more confidence. 

and he can follow it up with stalking over to eddie and stinking down to his knees in front of him. hands coming up to cradle the soft curve of eddie’s underbelly. feeling his pupils blow at the soft weight of it, the way his face sinks in when he gives it a kiss. 

because eddie’s recovery weight at fist plateaued and then steadily rose. over the course of them being together, cooking together, steve learning to bake from mrs h. eddie starting a job he loves over at the music store alongside teaching guitar lessons. steve having time to make him lunches in between shifts at the gym, where he works as a personal trainer and yoga instructor. where he can come home to his partner splayed out on the couch, smoked out and whining about the munchies and steve can make something for him. look after him like he always wants to. keen when eddie’s hand slips into his hair, saying thank you for the food with a sweet smile and kiss on his lips. and steve can curl up next to eddie, into his soft warmth, and think about nothing at all. 

right now steve’s brains thinking about nothing but the belly before him. pushing the flaps of eddie’s jeans apart like that day in the hospital, but these jeans are a couple sizes bigger. still ripped at the knee and still mostly fitting around the thigh. eddie’s legs and hips never taking the brunt of his weight. that’s saved for his belly and arms. but it’s coming up to thanksgiving and steve’s being trying to perfect his pumpkin pie recipe. nothing much ever goes to waste in this house. and the evidence of that is in front of him now. pushing out agains the waistband and pulling at the seat (one of steves hands having migrated around to grope at eddies ass). 

eddie huffs, sliding his ringed fingers into steve’s hair and tugging. ‘on your knees already baby?’ eddie looks down at steve over his gut and all steve can do is whine. 

‘so needy.’ eddie tisks but steve sees the smile pulling at his lips, the love spilling from his eyes.  

steve sits back on his heels, hands on his thighs, opening his mouth wide and sticking out his tongue. 

‘fuck.’ eddie groans. hand coming up to splay over that upper curve of his stomach, a habit that’s really never gone away. other hand grabbing at his soft peck, knowing the sight sends steve wild. 

‘please let me. you looks so good eddie, please.’ steve’s panting, opening his mouth again and letting his tongue loll back out. it’s slick with saliva and steve feels a drop splatter onto his bare thigh, the hem of his running shorts sitting up in his hip crease. 

‘sorry baby, but i’ve gotta go out remember?’ eddie’s voice is full of teasing and condescension. eddie attempts to tug the flaps of his jeans back together again. jumping a little like those years ago. even lifting his belly with one hand and attempting to do up the button single-handedly with the other. 

steve feels his cock leak. 

‘ok, help me find jeans that fit and maybe i’ll give you something in return.’ eddie huffs once he’s finished his little display. smirking down at steve and the likely visible wet spot at the front of his shorts. 

once the words filter through steve’s horny brain fog he scrambled up, running into the bedroom. 

eddie laughs, delighted, and follows steve through.