#and there’s still time to get the aid again

[keferon]

TexAid continues to rot my brain I hope you don't mind I had an idea for Shockwave. Warning for mentioned super unethical experimentation.

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Vortex didn’t remember the first day his dad had brought him to work. He’d been too young, young enough to have stars in his eyes about giant robots and a desire to be tested by the cool machines his dad worked on, according to what he’d been told. The standard idiot child. 

Of course that had been where him being standard had ended. 

But that meant he had grown up at the facility, that he knew it better than almost anyone else and knew everyone in it. Which was why he was currently keeping his cockpit shut tight even as First Aid kept hammering the button to open it. 

Shockwave, the only pilot to ever make it to retirement was on the other side of his one way red glass visor staring like he could see through it. Maybe he could. Once upon a time he had been kind. Once upon a time he had actual eyes instead of the bionic yellow glow that shrunk and grew as he focused it. 

His mech had had a fatal accident, one that should have killed him too. But Shockwave hadn’t been lucky enough to die, instead he had been a test subject, to see if machine and human could get just a little closer to being one. 

Vortex had never liked any of his pilots enough to care but looking at Shockwave made him mentally promise First Aid that he would never let him live if he got heavily wounded in a fight. If Vortex was dying he’d take the other man with him as a mercy. Better that than this, having everything he was scooped out. 

One metal hand came up to tap on his glass, like he was knocking on the door of a house. “Vortex let me meet him, I want to see why this one is special.” 

First Aid stopped trying to open the visor and slunk back behind the pilot seat and if Vortex could relax he would have at having him less exposed. Vortex wondered if he should chew First Aid up a little? Make him less special? But it was too late. 

The only consolation was that his reputation as a pilot killer protected First Aid, made him too valuable to let him be dragged down into Shockwave’s lab for tests that weren’t a guaranteed success. 

Shockwave continued, “Wouldn’t you like to have a body again? The first mech to human full-translation. You're an ideal candidate for obvious reasons.” But of course that wasn’t what he really wanted. No Shockwave’s real project was human to mech translation, more than what had been done to him, on a grander scale than replacing most of a human with a machine. Shockwave was large, but he was still person sized. 

Vortex had been smart enough to keep his existence at rumors and Shockwave couldn’t prove he was in here. He was trying to use First Aid to lure him out. 

He felt First Aid’s hands tighten on the back of the seat, as if he was ready to fight being pulled away from it. But Vortex kept his cockpit closed and after a long time Shockwave sighed and turned away. “Well perhaps once you get bored of him, just leave him in usable pieces.” 

Vortex watched him jump off the gangway and heard the sound of metal hitting the ground below him before easy footsteps. For a moment he was jealous of what Shockwave had, but not at that price. Even after he was gone it took a long moment before Vortex let his cockpit open. It took longer for First Aid to leave it. 

OH DAMN…

YOU KNOW WHAT. As much as I love Senator Shockwave. The Idea of him being that creepy fucking scientist really fits here oh my god

[babyseraphim]

thank you to @pipwasreal for typing up a video transcript!

George: Hi Nimm, it's George and Jayden here from Dead Boy Detectives, coming to you live from London. Thank you so much for requesting a cameo, it's a privilege and a pleasure to be doing one for you, Nimm. So, let's get straight to your question, 'cause it looks very interesting. You've said your question is a short one: "What type of mythology, creatures, or magic-y situations would you two have liked to have seen, had the show continued?"

Jayden: Ooh see, I'm such a sucker for, like, Greek gods.

[George hums thoughtfully/appreciatively]

Jayden: I would love to have seen, like, them be brought into that universe somehow, like we go to Greece and they're all there, like, all the gods, and we kind of have to solve cases and have the gods aid us, and maybe go and solve cases about some gods, I think that would have been so, so, so cool.

George: Well, it's funny you say that, because... [he laughs] Umm I... gosh, I think umm [laughing] I would've loved to cross over with Shrek!

[Both burst out laughing]

Jayden, laughing: I was not ready for that!

George: Ah, well, just 'cause I think the...

Jayden, laughing: Shrek?!

George: The interaction between Charles, Edwin and Shrek would be so funny!

[Both laugh]

George: Now, you've said, for the rest, you've said: "Your wonderful performances in Dead Boys-

Jayden, still laughing: Sorry...

George: -have really brought me so much joy in a very difficult year" and inspired you to start performing again.

Jayden: Whoo!

George: You're an opera singer! And you've been on a long break. You've also seen inspir... us... we've... you've seen us "inspire so much creativity in many artists and writers around the world, and it's been incredible to see, in a time when artists are so creatively exhausted." Well, listen, we get just as much back from you and, um, listen, I'm... well, I speak for both of us when I say I'm so pleased that you're performing again. I hope your health is improving and you're looking after yourself. Health is wealth, it's more important than anything else. And, um, maybe one day we'll get to see you perform opera.

Jayden: Please invite us!

George: Take care of yourself, Nimm. Bye!

My request for George and Jayden! It was a long one, and the end was more of a personal message, but I don't really mind sharing. They're literally SO funny

[kiemiu]

dating skater!chris | ( fem!reader ) fluff + soft hours. established relationship headcanons + scenarios wc 1.1k (library) + (request)

skater!chris who invites you to the skatepark to show off his impressive moves. first thing he wanted to do was show his skills off to you. he wanted you to fawn over how cool he looked and brag to your friends about how awesome he was. his daydream was, sadly, short-lived. his nerves became so shot that he was unable to land any of the tricks he had practiced hours before your date. he was disappointed in himself, not to mention embarrassed. but once you reassured him and called him 'cute' for trying to impress you, he was a goner. in that moment he told himself he'd fail all of his stunts if it meant you'd call him cute again.

skater!chris who ultimately falls trying to impress you by attempting a difficult stunt. after awhile, chris's nerves aren't as shot around you anymore and he's able to land his regular stunts. he still does become a bit too cocky and tries to bite off more than he can chew by doing difficult moves he's only ever seen professionals like tony hawk pull off. after a particularly rough landing, you'll rush to his aid with your book bag that you thankfully had stocked with first aid supplies. disinfecting his cuts, and even giving them a light kiss after applying your disney princess band-aids. he swears that you have magical kisses and sometimes fakes injuries so you'll give him one of your healing kisses. you always give in, even when you don't see any hints of an injury.

skater!chris who teaches you how to skate. he'll stand in front of you and hold a firm grip on your waist as he gently guides you up and down hills and sharp corners. at some point he'll start teaching you to push off on your own without his help and he'll become so proud when you start to skate around comfortably without his help.

skater!chris who has your initials carved into his skate board. when applying his new grip tape to his board, he used a razor blade to carve out your initials including his in a heart that remains in the middle of his board. he actually thought of the idea after your second date together. and now, everytime the grip tape wears off and is no longer of use, he scraps off the old design and replaces it with a new one and repeats the same ritual by carving out your initials into his board.

skater!chris who buys you your own skateboard. after expressing your want to skate with him, chris wastes no time in getting you a board. he goes to a local skate shop and customizes your board himself, picking out all of the tools needed to assemble a skateboard such as the wheels, the board, the grip tape, and even the deck rails. he triple checks the picture he took of your shoes to make sure he gets a skateboard you can ride comfortably on, not too big or too small. and when he gets home, he wraps it up like a christmas gift, giddy at the thought of how surprised you'll be, seeing your own personalized skateboard.

skater!chris who tries to catch you before you fall. after awhile, chris starts to teach you some tricks like simply jumping while being on the board and how not to fall on your face when there's a curb nearby. even with the easy moves you still sometimes have a misstep and come close to face-planting. chris is always close-by to stop that from happening and usually pulls you towards him before you can meet the concrete. but with as clumsy as chris is, he'll still end up falling, but the outcome is worth it to him, as you end up with no scratches or bruises from using him as a cushion.

skater!chris who treats your wounds just like you take care of his. whenever you do have a harsh landing and chris isn't there to protect you, he'll be the one to treat your wounds for you. he'll hum the doc mcstuffins theme song while applying your cute band-aids and even kiss your injury, just like you do with his. most of the time he forgets to disinfect the area though and you'll have to clean your cuts and reapply your band-aids once you get home.

skater!chris who doesn't ride the skateboard you bought him for his birthday. on his 21st birthday, you gifted him a specialized skateboard that took weeks leading up to his special day to customize. it was dosed in his favorite colors, and had graffiti tags all on it that had hints of his brothers as well as a small part of you in it. he cried when he first saw it and immediately took on the responsibility of caring for that skateboard as if it was his one and only child. he doesn't let anyone touch it, not even you despite the fact you gifted it to him. it remains hung up over his bed on his bedroom wall and to this day he still claims it as one of his most prized possessions.

skater!chris who says 'this is for you' before landing a kickflip. he'll point directly at you and make eye contact as he screams that phrase out at the top of his lungs before jumping off of an elevated layer of cement. once he lands, he throws his arms in the air and skates his way over to you, a triumphant smile on his lips as he hears you loudly cheer for him. "where's my celebratory kiss, hm?". other times when he doesn't land it, he'll quickly scramble to his feet before shouting out "uh- it was meant for the ghost behind you, this next one's for you!" and he'll keep attempting the trick again and again until he finally lands it. "first try!" it was his 19th.

skater!chris who likes sitting on his skateboard with you between his legs while you eat snacks. after hours of skating around, and filming him do his tricks, chris will take you to the nearest gas station or fast food place and gather a bunch of your favorite snacks. sitting in front of the establishment but off to the side so you're not in the way of anyone, he'll lean his head down on your shoulder and wrap his unoccupied arm around your waist. you can feel the motion of him softly chewing, and usually the sound of crunching would annoy you, but it does the exact opposite and instead helps you further relax in his embrace as you drink your shared slurpee. "i lohmf ouh" he mutters with a mouthful of french fries, making you laugh incredulously. "i love you too, now chew your food!"

' 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ' 🥡: @emely9274 @ginswife @madifilipowiczslvt @chrisstvrns @conspiracy-ash @sturnina @lovetaylorrussellgrr @nervoussagittarius @sacaydia @chrissturnsss @hearts4werka @oliviagirlsworld @koilaniazul @starsforu

[miabluee]

｡ﾟ.｡✧ some tricks. .

. . .n’ rules .* . ｡ﾟ.

* always prepare if your gonna eat heaver meals— ex. i have Bloom before to help with bloating and digestion, and about an hour after i eat or whenever i get home i have a straight ACV shot. sometimes i will have ginger too, just depends (i use the ready-to-use paste, about as much as the length of my finger). lastly, i usually always have a cup of lax tea (x2-3 packets) before bed as a natural laxative and digestion aid. if i decide to fast after that consecutive day, i will normally continue this for 1-2 days. limiting the effects of eating like this might be a small thing, but with consistency it works.

* gradually drink full glasses of water before eating (within the span of about 30-45 minutes so you don’t get sick) or, have ‘sips’ of water between bites. in my experience, this makes what little food i actually do eat pass quicker (depending of what i eat ofc, which is not usually junk).

* using small plates/bowls— take time to prep your meals. spread out and separate what you are having to cover the whole plate and AGAIN, make a little seem like a lot. ofc sometimes eating from bigger dishware is unavoidable, ex. some holiday like Thanksgiving. if that happens, try to fill your plate with primarily vegetables. however still in this case, do your best to never finish what’s on your plate.

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* cut your food into smaller pieces; make a little seem like a lot then, limit further— ex. cutting a plain burger patty in 1/2, and one of those half’s into small pieces while leavening that other half alone on the plate. remember, less is always better<3

* enjoy your meal but don’t finish before others— chew your food slowly and thoroughly. match pace with who your around; trick them into thinking that your eating as much. do not make it obvious; engage in the conversation more to help as a distraction.

* illusion; you have to make it seem as if your actually eating— start leaving wrappers around the house, eat (throw away) some leftover meals and dirty a plate, etc. . . saying you ate at work or school will not work forever. u need to make them actually see evidence of food. plan your meals so when you do eat, they see. trust me<3

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* focus on clean eating and gut health— limiting sugar, dairy, and carbs; that’s as simple as it gets. (what keeps me from eating that bad shit is my fear of acne; yes, ofc weight gain and bloating too, but acne actually visibly shows on your skin and who genuinely wants to see that). ALSO, keep in mind that the more healthy you eat, the better it will actually taste. trust me<3

* choose quality if binging— here’s the thing; we all are gonna have binge and meta days, and wether you b/p or not, your still eating calories. it’s inevitable. nonetheless, what’s important is that you to pay attention to what you put into your body. in other words, binge on diet foods, dairy free options and overall lower caloric content. like if you want pizza, maybe choose cauliflower crust rather than regular. bread is super high in carbs and same for calories (i’m sure that’s obvious), but my point is that at least you’d be able to cut back some of the calories you’re consuming rather than eating say double or triple what the original product is. it’s a small difference, but it helps.

* adding 100% lemon/ lime juice to water— it helps curb hunger, speed up your metabolism, and reduce bloating (i bring a water bottle of this to work so i don’t eat on my lunches).

* tea and coffee— literally the best, but really try to cut/limit out the sweetener and additives (sugar is sugar, despite it being 0 cal, and u honestly really don’t need it; get the sugar you need from fruit) and, the bad taste of black coffee may deter you from eating.

* bone broth/ vegetable stock— soooo good for you, extremely low cal, and is a wonderful way to get a bit of energy without actually eating. it’s a healthy liquid that has nutrients BUT it is bland, so on occasion i’ll add a tablespoon of salsa (might sound strange but it’s actually reallyyy fucking good).

* diets drinks— i personally try to limit myself because of ‘nonexistent’ sugar (again, even if it says 0). however, caffeine is caffeine and it helps you seem full; go crazy on it because they will become your best friend.

* juice— most juice brands add sugar anyways (even the all natural ones) and if they don’t, still get in the habit of cutting that shit out of your diet. you honestly don’t need it. ofc if you do crave juice, have something on a meta day or spoil yourself with a yet low cal option (like an Sparkling Ice [5cal]). even better, make a smoothie; the best thing is actually knowing what you put into your body.

* honey— it’s very good for you, but it is HIGH in sugar. hear me out: as little as i’ve had it throughout my life, whether it’s in tea, baklava, graham crackers, or whatever else (like it doesn’t even matter how much or what i consume) i’ve found that honey WILL break me out without question. so, while it’s good for you, i do everything to avoid it because i usually get the sugar i want/ need from fruit. ofc there are those few people that can literally eat it— practically drink— as much as they want, so don’t be scared of it because it is sugar. remember, it still is a 100% natural source of sweetener. this is what just works for me, that being cutting it out from my diet completely.

* chia seeds— they are an excellent source of fiber (when i have them, its when i need a pick-me-up; like rather than breaking my fast completely by having solid foods, i’ll always have less that a tbsp with a glass of water instead). just keep in mind calorie content.

* chili peppers/ hot sauce & seasonings— a really good way to help boost your metabolism and limit what you eat; if spice makes you uncomfortable, try to start slowly and build a tolerance (i like to pickle/ jar the chili peppers i get and i usually just add few to my meals, or, i use the alternative: hot sauce).

* gum— it’s a staple, but try to lean towards the sugar free option. (i like fruit flavors most; i just can’t chew the others on an empty stomach easily. sometimes i treat a piece as if it’s a meal and that typically it works for me. it really honestly makes me just drink more water, which is obviously an added bonus).

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* fasting— be mindful that metabolic adaptation can occur in as little as two weeks so don’t overdo; the goal is to continuously lose weight. but again, if u do break a fast, it’s okay. please don’t beat yourself up: just accept it and move on.

* we all know this, but distraction; find ways to keep yourself occupied— research something interesting, do something you like, or try something new (there’s infinite possibilities, just keep exploring).

* continuous movement— doesn’t matter what, just burn calories (ex. i try my best to walk at least 10k steps everyday at work, even if i decide to workout or not that night. on my days off i try to focus primarily on reps.). mindset: even a little exercise is better than nothing.

* brushing your teeth— i was actually skeptical about this one, but it does work (i like to do it all; brush and then floss, mouthwash, and then do whitening strips or whatever when i’m really craving something).

* food log/planner— i know that this is controversial, but i personally like to plan out ahead of time (as in weeks) of what exactly i’m going to eat and when/how long i’m going to fast, including meta days. i count calories usually that ‘scheduled’ day before i eat so i don’t go over. i mainly just do this to make sure i’m getting enough of everything, or at least a taste, so i don’t get horrible cravings and binge really bad. however, do NOT obsess; it’s important to treat it as a guideline.

[hazbinshusk]

huskerdust x gn!reader. after a particularly rough day recruiting for the hotel, you limp back to your room to find your two favourite boys waiting for you. anon request. 1.7k

featuring: some blood, physical hurt/comfort, cuddles. really, it's just pure fluff.

Hell can seriously suck a dick sometimes.

You shove the door to the Hotel open with tired arms, for once actually finding yourself wishing that the wall had once again been blown up, if it meant less effort getting home. Charlie had had you pounding pavement all day, trying and failing to enlist new guests to the hotel. Even after the failed extermination, most of the sinners in Pride were less than welcoming to the idea of improving themselves. You spent half the day being told to fuck off and having doors slammed in your face, and the other half actively avoiding being the victim of some asshole’s wrath or lust.

You wipe sweat and ash from your brow with the brow with a sleeve, pausing by the bar to take the weight of your knee. You’d managed to trip while trying to escape a sudden firefight in the Doomsday District, and every step back to the hotel had sent pain shooting up your leg. Your pants were torn and blood has dried in itchy streaks down your calf.

The bartender is nowhere in sight, and you fish your phone out of your pocket to text Angel, sighing when you notice the screen now has a crack spiderwebbing up from the corner of it. Still, a small smile twitches at your lips briefly when you notice he texted you an hour earlier. It’s short and sweet, and your smile widens tiredly.

It was a habit the two of you had picked up since you’d fallen into this relationship with him and Husk; when two of you had turned in for the night, one of you would text to let their other partner know which room they had ended up in. Usually, it was you texting Angel when a shoot ran long, but it had been a rare day off for the porn star and apparently the lack of clientele had meant Husk had been able to clock off early, too.

The lack of a cat emoji said they were spending quality time with Fat Nuggets in Angel’s room, and you thanked Lucifer silently that he’d installed an elevator during the remodel.

You sigh at the idea of having to keep moving rather than just collapsing onto the nearest horizontal surface, limping around the bar to wrap a handful of ice in a towel before making your way to the elevator.

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“Hey, gorgeous, ‘bout time you got—” Angel sits up from where he was lounging across his bed, concern creasing his brow as he takes in your dishevelled appearance. The sudden movement unsettles the two curled up on top of him – while Fat Nuggets snuffles in a mix of both protest and greeting as he waddles across the comforter, Husk looks up with a quiet ‘mrrp?’. He had been stretched out alongside Angel, his arms wrapped around the spider’s midsection and his chin resting against his chest. Angel’s hand still lingers where it had been stroking through the fur between the bartender’s ears, and you feel a small pang of regret for interrupting the tableau. “What in the fuck happened to you?”

“Hell happened,” you reply dryly, wincing as you put a little too much pressure on your knee. Husk blinks sleep out of his eyes and his expression immediately becomes marred with worry. He pushes himself up of Angel just as you move to collapse onto the stool in front of Angel’s vanity, ignoring the ache that protests in the small of his back as he comes to your side. You grimace as you stretch out your leg in front of you, and Angel rolls over to fish the first aid kit out from under his bed. “I’m fine.”

“You’re bleeding,” Husk points out gruffly, kneeling beside you. He carefully hooks a claw in the tear in your pants and tears it wider, his brow furrowing further as he reveals the dried blood staining your calf.

“Am I?” you say, sarcasm weak. “I hadn’t noticed.”

Husk fixes you with a dry, exasperated look from under his feather brows as Angel joins the two of you. “Who did it?”

“No one.” You hiss as Angel begins to clean you up, the saline stinging at the abrasion on your knee.

A low growl rumbles warningly through Husk. “Doll…”

You reach out, cupping his face in your hand. You stroke your thumb through the fur of his cheek soothingly. His frown doesn’t ease, but his eyes close for a moment at the touch. “I’m serious. I fell, that’s all.”

“Jesus, toots.” Angel says through an exhale, carefully scrubbing away the blood streaked over your calf. His other hands rummage through the kit for disinfectant and a bandage. “Was it down a flight of stairs by any chance?”

You shake your head, smirking lightly. “Doomsday District; the ground there is like, ninety percent broken glass. Pretty sure I got it all out.”

“The Princess shouldn’t be sendin’ you out there alone,” Husk grumbles, using a piece of saline-soaked gauze to wipe away the remaining ash on your face. You wrinkle your nose as the material tickles at your nose. “It ain’t your job to—”

“Husk, I’m fine.” you assure him. You lean forward to press a kiss to his nose, and Husk’s shoulders rise and fall with a sigh. “I’m home.”

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“Better?”

You smile, running your fingers rhythmically through Angel’s hair. “Much.”

The three of you are curled up on Angel’s bed, ice melting against your knee and all three of you cradled amongst his many, many pillows and blankets. Husk is propped up against the pillows by the headboard, his arm wrapped securely around your shoulders. You’re tucked up against him, your shoulder against his chest, and your face tilted up to tuck up against his jaw. His purring vibrates through his back, but some of his earlier frustration still lingers in the twitching of his tail. His lips brush against your forehead gently.

Angel is curled up against your side, his head on your chest and two arms wrapped around you. Another reaches up to stroke through the fur of Husk’s side, the fourth resting on the back of the little hell-piglet curled in a ball on Husk’s thigh beside your hip. His legs are bent to tuck up under yours, hooking your knees over his thighs to keep your injury elevated. Every part of you seems to be pressed against soft, soft fur, and you arch your neck further to press your lips to the underside of Husk’s jaw. His purring grows louder.

“Plus side?” Angel comments, looking up at the two of you without raising his cheek from your chest. “Charlie is gonna feel so bad ‘bout sendin’ ya out there—”

“She fuckin’ should,” Husk interjects in a grumble. You sooth him by reaching down to card fingers through his fur, and when your fingers find Angel’s hand, the spider entangles them with his and squeezes. He might be talking more lightly about your current state than Husk, but you knew he was worried, too. You squeeze it back.

“—that there is no way ya gonna be on recruitment duty for, like, a month.” Angel continues. “Ya can jus’ live the high life here. Ya milk that knee jus’ right an’ she probably won’t even make ya go to group. Lucky bitch.”

You hum a laugh, shivering at the way Husk’s claws skim pleasantly against the bare skin of your arm. “And does this ‘high life’ by any chance involve some serious naked time?”

Angel giggles, reaching releasing your waist to reach down and run teasing fingers over the front of Husk’s pants. “Depends. Think the old man here can keep up?”

Husk swats his hand away, and you catch the amused smile that touches his lips for a moment before he remembers to scowl. “Never heard you complain.”

“Maybe you should turn your hearing aid up,” Angel suggests tauntingly, and you choke on a laugh when Husk reaches over you and shoves him off the bed. “Hey! Ow!”

Husk grins, winking at you as Angel stands, all four hands on his hips and a pout on his face. Careful not to jostle you, Husk leans over and grabs a hold of the front of the spider’s shirt, pulling him down into a kiss. Angel wraps two arms around his neck, the other two smoothing over the bartender’s chest. He finds a nipple and pinches, hard, and Husk breaks away with a surprised growl.

“Fuck!”

“Hey!” you object as the movement jostles you further. You rescue Nuggets from the fray, setting him down on the end of the bed. “Watch the invalid, would you? Some of us are injured here!”

Husk immediately stops, his expression apologetic. He catches your cheek, dusting kisses over your face before he presses his lips to yours. You hum happily, feel Angel climb into the bed beside you. He curls up behind you, pressing himself up against your back. Husk kisses you for a few moments more before he pulls away, touching his lips to the skin between your brows. “Sorry, doll.”

“He’s a goddamn brute,” Angel says, tucking his head over your shoulder. “You should totally kick his ass.”

You giggle, and Husk silences him by kissing him again. When they break apart, Husk pulls you into his chest, wrapping an arm around you. His wing curves to cover the three of you, and you bury your face contentedly in the soft fur of his chest.

[sad-girl-hours23]

Thinking about Buck,

Still not over Tommy, deeply unsatisfied being under anyone else (he's tried and lost count how many times). His best friend has moved away; he's happy Eddie's working things out with Chris, but he misses them both terribly.

Amongst every one else, he feels...not so much a divide, but maybe less enmeshed than they used to be.

Nothing's wrong with his job, but well, it's starting to feel a lot less like his whole life and purpose and more like just that: a job. He's stagnant. Stuck.

He feels an itch under his skin that he can't scratch in any of his usual ways.

He's over pouring out his love into a Kitchen aid mixer. He's done trying to bury his need for connection into hook-ups.

Realizes maybe he's not as settled as he thought he was. Maybe he's still searching; but for what, he doesn't know. Himself. His purpose. Love.

Realizes he misses not being stuck in one place.

So he takes a vacation. Spends two weeks in Japan. Tells himself he won't create a full itinerary for his time there (he spends most of his flight doing so anyway, but he compromises with himself and leaves his second week open).

He reads about the Wind Phone. How people travel from all over to talk to their late loved ones through a rotary phone.

He doesn't go his first week there, but the thought of it is never far from his mind. (He's held hands with Death, he isn't sure what he's so afraid of).

He gets to the garden of Bell Gardia.

He thinks about Red Delacroix, who warned him against making firefighting his whole life. “You can be the hero and save lives, but don’t neglect having your own. Last thing you want is to be at the end holding nothing but regrets.” So he talks to Red; tells him he hasn't quite figured it out, is scared he never will.

He comes back the next day, Thomas on his mind. Buck tells him how he found his scrapbook the other day (he had forgotten that he'd even taken it). He tells him about Tommy, the love he thought he finally found (then lost). He smiles. "I know, I know. You don't find it, you make it." He can't help the crack in his voice "I really thought we were."

Buck wonders what it says about him that he's spending his vacation talking to dead. Knows he's not done yet

He comes back the next day, and the day after that, and the one after that. He talks to Daniel each time. He isn't quite sure how to picture him; the age he was in the last photos taken of him, the age when he died, the older Daniel that his coma dream imagined up? He talks to them all.

He gives him the abridged version of his life. Wonders if he should leave out the parts he knows would break his brother's heart, leaves them in anyway. It's cathartic; to confess of the survivor's guilt he's carried since learning of Daniel, how it all came flooding back when woke up from his coma, how it felt like he was letting him down again in the interest of his own survival.

He's certain he's out of tears, and he may not have a voice left by the end of his trip.

But he's got one more phone call to make. And he can't make it here, in this haunted phone booth. And he doesn't want to wait until it's too late.

He hasn't figured it all out. He doesn't know where him and Tommy went wrong. He knows they're both haunted by their own ghosts.

But Tommy's still here. And unlike Buck's ghosts on the other end of the phone, he can talk back.

So Buck does what he should have done months ago. He calls Tommy. He nearly sobs in relief when he hears a breath on the other end and a quiet, "Evan?"

[nieceeee]

"VIDEO PHONE"

P/S: Gojo was more reserved about his personal life than most people. From the outside he was a standup guy. Mostly quiet to those who didn't know him. He kept his head low, his grades high, and his mouth closed. But Gojo had a very nasty secret. Because deep in his mansion, with his doors bolted shut Gojo has an obsession. One that just happens to be the melanated girl that sits in front of him in class. He never spoke to you in public but the thoughts he had about you in private would make a porn star blush. But Gojo failed to realize one little thing. You knew exactly who your favorite streamer was, it was only a matter of time until you addressed him about it...

WC: 2.7K

A/N: SMUT MINORS DNI, nerd gojo x camgirl reader, use of pet names, p in v, black coded, semi-stalker gojo (he lurks her camgirl page basically) video sex, masturbation, they're in grad school. all dat yadayada

Satoru Gojo was a paradox. 

Two sides of the same coin. A mirror some may say. 

To the outside world he was Satoru Gojo. Head of the Gojo clan. A man of restraint and a decorum. The picture perfect reputation in every category - grades, looks, social status. Nothing seemed to phase him and nothing could break him. His quiet yet nerdy exterior of silence seemingly impenetrable. Professors adored him, women coveted him, men loathed him. But nothing. Nothing could break him. 

If they only knew.

The deep dark secret that Gojo kept well hidden. One that was exposed only to the privacy of the four walls of his bedroom in his mansion. A secret so dark and twisted, it kept him awake at night. Heart racing with anticipation, mind drowning in lust, body littered in sin. And it was all centered around you. 

You.

The girl that drove his obsessions. His cute classmate who sat a row in front of him. Always dressed in the cutest outfits with your bold hair and pink outfits. Shirts always a little too short, exposing the skin of your lower back when you sat up in your seat. Gojo never spoke to you but that didn't mean he didn't think of you.

Oh how he thought of you.

Gojo hid it well. The way you tortured him. Masked underneath an ever-so-calm facade. Gojo couldn’t help himself. The more he watched you, the more obsessed his thoughts became. He had this thing. Not a kink, but just a…thing when it came to a specific type of woman. A woman who appeared so innocent but her power and confidence radiated through her skin. A woman who was assertive, oozing dominance yet still subtly submissive. A woman like you. 

You would be his undoing, the very thing to unravel his perfectly sculpted figure. 

It started off so innocent. He walked into class and noticed you sitting there. Hair freshly braided and tossed to one side, a headphone in one ear and a school girl skirt that cut a centimeter too high. He watched you focus, always sharp, always confident. A boisterous laugh and infectious smile. The first time you spoke to him was when you were passing back a paper. Your freshly manicured nails slipped him his test. “Great job” you whispered as you held it out for him to take. You voice flowing through his eardrums smooth as molasses, sending a warm coating down him body. You were a breath of fresh air. A sweet song serenading him and he wanted to get lost in you. He was so wrapped up in your eyes that he completely missed what you had said. You tilt your head a bit in confusion. “Gojo?” you say. How he wished he could hear you say his name again. “Y-yeah.” he stammers. “Your paper?” you say motioning down to your hand. “Oh! I-I…sorry.” he quickly pulls the paper from you, catching it on your finger and slicing into your skin. “Shit.” you say softly pulling your hand back. “I..I’m sorry.” he repeats lifting his bag and digging through it for his first aid kit. He pops open the plastic container and hands you a bandaid. “S-sorry.” he drops his head. You open your mouth to speak but the bell rings and he darts from his seat before you get the chance. 

The next day was nerve wrecking, how could he face you. His steps were heavy as made his way into class that day. You were already seated. You looked up to acknowledge him but he averted your gaze, still embarrassed from the day before. “Hey you.” a voice says to him during a class breakout session. His eyes widen. “I’m really sorry about yesterday.” he blurts out. You giggle at him. “Gojo. It's fine. It was just a little paper cut. See.” you hold up your hand and press your lips against your finger. “All better. Kissed it better.” You smile as you turn back around. 

Heat flushed across Gojo’s face as his mind dove into that deep dark tunnel that he tries so hard to keep hidden. Your lips. A simple gesture but the way his mind warped reality into seeing them wrapped around the head of his dick make his face burn red. 

This was all his fault. 

She has no clue he groans to himself. 

That image burned into his mind as he went throughout the day, quickly racing home to his room. Bolting himself inside. He tossed his bookbag into the abyss and rushed to his laptop. “Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck.” he groans. He types as fast as his fingers would allow, loading up his private browser. 

Those lips.

He pulled up your page. hi$f@vebunniii_ Images loaded and it took everything in him not to release right there. Your image flooded his screen. Photos. Videos. All of you. His obsession. His muse. He clicked your most recent upload. Lips pursed and pressed against the bandaid from yesterday, Rihanna: Kiss It Better playing in the background, caption reading “Got a little scratch today, who wants to kiss it better for me?” Another groan left his lips.

That was his bandaid. 

Sick, twisted and lustful, his hand slips into his pants, gently stroking himself to your photo. His eyes flutter shut and he hears your voice again. “A-aah…” he whimpers as he strokes himself faster. Bright white lights blind his vision at the images of you before his release oozes from his tip. “Oh fuck y/n” he cries out. His head falls back, chest heaving. You had no clue what you had started. 

And that was just the beginning.

Before long. Gojo was scouring the web for your content. Photos. Videos. Live chats. Anything he could find to see you. He nights obsessing over you, fucking his hand into overstimulation at the thought of you. 

It was wrong. You were his peer. His classmate. You sat right in front of him. 

But he couldn’t stop. 

Behind his hidden page, he subbed to you. Your highest donor and most frequent viewer.

The woman who lit his fantasies was his sweet classmate who knew nothing of his perverse thoughts about her. 

So he thought…

But you. The smart girl that you are. You figured it out a long time ago. It started with the frequency of his appearance in your streams. The cryptic 6ix_blue!3y3s user who would watch your stream from beginning to end. Always quiet in chats but never one to shy away from donations. 

He was obvious. 

The cute white haired boy in your class who threw subtle glances at you throughout the lectures. Whose eyes lingered longer than they should at your low cut tops and too high skirt. Who could never fully face your right after a stream, head always held down. And when you did get his attention. Oh, the way he turned red at your interactions. It didn't take long for you to put two and two together. Anyone else may not have caught on so easily.

But you? You knew.

You knew how to read people. You’d watched him intensely. You weren't blind. You weren't naive. The way he looked at you was familiar. A hunger he tried to bury deep within himself but one gentle touch and his chest began to rise and fall at a rapid pace. He wasn’t alone in his feelings. The way he looked at you sent something electric through your veins, a type of heat that you couldn’t ignore. The same heat you’d been chasing every time he joined your stream late at night. The one where Gojo Satoru, would send donations but never message in the chat—always lurking, always watching.

You knew who exactly who he was. You knew it was him. He never gave it away on stream, but the way he would try to hide his identity with those random, cryptic responses when you did get him to speak made it clear. That was the reason for the bandaid photo. A little experiment of yours to see if he would crumble. And that he did. Eyes darting away from you every chance he could, unable to speak, nervous glances in your direction. Yeah, you knew. The notorious Gojo Satoru, with his perfect grades, his “innocent” charm, and the eyes that followed you like a shadow.

And yet, here he was, still pretending to be just another sweet face in the classroom. Still pretending that you didn’t know what his secret was. That you didn’t know what kind of fantasies he had when he was alone, tucked away in the darkness of his mansion.

But it was about time you brought the dark to the light

That night you set up the stream, an energy bubbled beneath your skin. You checked yourself over again. Braids pulled into pigtails, light blue cotton crop top just barely covering your chest, skimpy white silk bottoms and knee high socks. You pulled your knee to your chest and the screen went live. He was one of the first to appear. You held in the smile playing at your lips. 

It was time to confront him, to rid yourself of the tension that had been building for weeks between your two. You wanted to see how far you could push him. 

You converse in the chat here and there. Speaking to everyone. He popped in every now and again. Then you put your plan in motion. 

“Oh guys I didn't get to tell you about my cute classmate today.” you say setting the bait. On the other side of the world on another screen, Gojo was walking back into his room, snacks in hand, your stream pulled up. He almost dropped everything when the words cute classmate came out your mouth. He rushed back over to his screen nearly tripping in the process. 

“...He’s so fucking cute. I just want to eat him up. Ah, gojo.. The things you make me feel.” you voice says through the laptop and his heart feels like it will burst from his chest. “Me?” he says aloud to no one. You go on raving about him. 

“Oh and I can only imagine how big it is. You know they say the quiet nerdy boys are usually the freakiest” you say directly into the camera. He couldn't believe it. There was no way you were talking about him. It wasn't possible. But here you were going on and on. You knew he was there on the other side, he had stopped messaging in the chat. Maybe too stunned to speak. You smirk to yourself. “Tonight, I’m dedicating this stream to my sexy ass classmate Gojo Satoru.” you say. “Oh fuck…” he whimpers. You slide back from your seat and reposition your camera. “Let’s see how pretty and wet Gojo makes her tonight, hmm?” you say as you undress. Gojo’s mouth drops open.

You take your time undressing yourself before walking over and sitting on your bed, breast poked out and legs spread, clad in only your thin lace panties. You hand slips down your body and onto your clit, circling slowly. Gojo’s eyes were glued to his laptop as the circular motion mesmerized him. You pull a small vibrator out from behind you and switch it on. The buzzing sound rings in his ears.  The vibrations provided automatic stimulation as it rustled against your panties. A small cry of pleasure slipped from your lips as your head tilted back. “Shit.” he gasped, his hands quickly making work of removing his pants. He lubes himself up and starts to stroke his dick, his eyes still glued to where the vibrator met your panties. 

You used the tip of the vibrator to slide the fabric to the side, exposing yourself to the cool air. “Fuck Gojo.” you groan aloud into the camera. He whimpers, goosebumps trailing his skin. His eyes stayed laser focused on you. “Doesn’t she look pretty?” you whine. He nods into nothingness in his room between strokes. “So pretty” he responds knowing you can’t hear him. 

You quickly sit up and remove the panties. “Now let’s have some real fun.” You increase the speed on the vibrator before spitting on it to get it wet. Gojo moans aloud as he watches you take the vibrating silicone and slip it inside your tight walls, already clenching around it. The squelching from your juices filling the air and ringing in his ears as you pump it in and out of your walls. Gojo matches your speed, tugging at himself as his breath gets choppier. Both rooms echoing with your arousals as you purr his name and he moans yours. Each of you living out your own fantasy. 

You feel your climax nearing so you increase the speed, adding pressure to your clit with your other hand. “Fuck Toru, I’m gong to cum.” you whine, back arching from the bed. “Please. Please.” he whines aloud, hoping none of his servants were walking his quarters. Your orgasm crashed into you like a wave as you ride it out. 

“Shit…m’fuck.” Gojo whines as he shoots his release out, splashing all over his lap, cum hitting his screen.

You take a few moments to collect yourself before gently cleaning up. “Well, I hope you all had as much fun as I did.” you say with a smile. Your chat floods with thank yous and responses until one by one they leave, leaving just you and Gojo. He, on the other side, trying to clean up the mess he made. “And Gojo, I can’t wait to see you tomorrow in class.” you say before signing off. His eyes widen at your message but the stream has ended before he can chat back.

“Oh shit.” he lets out. 

You knew. 

The next day, you sat in your chair patiently waiting for him to enter the classroom. As soon as he stepped through the door, his eyes were on you. That familiar red hue brushes across his face as he approaches you. “Good morning Toru.” you say sweetly. He tries to suppress it but a little groan slips from his chest. You press your lips together to keep from smiling. Throughout class he tries his best to focus on anything but you. But each time he looked at you, flashes from the night before play in his mind and he feels his dick hardening underneath his desk. 

When the bell rings you pack up and head out of class. He opens his mouth to speak but you’re up before he gets a chance. After a quick beat, he stuffs everything in his bag and runs after you. “W-wait..” he calls down the hall. Passerby eyes raise at his actions. The notorious Satoru Gojo, coming undone. 

He catches up with you quickly, chest rising and falling. “Yes, Gojo?” you say innocently. “I-...uh, I, fuck..”  He expresses. You step closer pressing your chest into his, looking up into his eyes, “Yes. Toru.” you say softly. “You…uh.. I’m..” he tries to find the words to say it. How can he? The kogs in his mind spin as he tries to find a respectful way to say what you already knew. You motion for him to come closer. He leans down as you cup a hand around his ear and whisper, “Did you enjoy your stream Toru?” He gasps, hands instinctively coming up and gripping your waist. 

His jaw clenches as he tries to collect himself. You meet his gaze again. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.” he says breathlessly. Your heart raced as you respond, knowing full well what you were doing to him. "You think I don’t know?" You leaned closer, wrapping your arms around his neck, letting your eyes pierce into his blue ones. "I’ve been watching you just as closely as you’ve been watching me." you say softly. 

His eyes widen at your confession. “The question is… are you going to keep watching or are you ready to play?” you challenge. His adam’s apple throbs as he swallows, processing your words slowly. 

“I..” he takes his time. You wait patiently. Arms wrapped around him still. He takes a deep breath before pulling your body flush to him.

“Let’s play.”

[coterieofroses]

the bluebell wood; spent blossoms

Taggie O’hara x Rupert Campbell-Black

part one | part two

Summary: Taggie and Rupert navigate their feelings post 1x08, canon divergent, an excuse for smut really, part two of the bluebell wood

Warnings: 18+, fluff, angst, pet names, gagging, kissing, cheating, oral sex (male and fem receiving), praise kink

w/c: 2.8k

Also available on AO3

Notes: As I decided to continue this some plot, before it returns to smut

Spent Blossoms

After Taggie and Rupert parted from their wooded affair, they were once again split by expectations put upon them. It was less than a mile from the Priory to Penscombe Court, but for all the complications facing them, it felt to Taggie as if they may as well reside on separate planets.

A heavy moral conflict set upon Taggie, weighing upon her like a dark cloud. She thought often of Cameron unsure of what had become of her relationship with Rupert, and a great deal of responsibility weighed on her shoulders. She moved about the Priory kitchen quietly in the days following and setting herself to dutifully caring for her father. When the man was not completely absorbed in his work, he became absorbed in thoughts of her mother in London, drinking, or his obsession with Yates.

---

Taggie avoided asking him of Rupert, and the work on the consortium bid. Frequently caught in her thoughts, she became a touch of a recluse. Anxious over what may come from another meeting with Rupert in the bluebell wood. Worried it may condemn her further, leave feelings largely unresolved, and complicate things further.

Unfortunately for Taggie, eventually the supplies began to run scant in the Priory. She ran low on nearly everything by the end of the week, and it became painfully obvious she was due a trip to the shops. She made a list, packed her things into the Mini, and set out, leaving her father home to ruminate in his office, as he so often resigned himself to doing.

Examining the basket of fresh loaves, Taggie’s fingers glided over the parchment and cellophane bags. Her mind was mostly elsewhere. Self conscious, and wandering. As if the shop ladies could see a great red A branded on her sweater. Of course, it was mostly in her head. The pensioners chattered to each other about town gossip as per usual, and just the same, it rarely involved her.

Her thoughts kept wandering back to the woods, as she drifted amongst the produce in the slightly cramped grocers. The memory somewhat haunted her, a lack of regret about what transpired between her and Rupert, but a looming sense of foreboding remaining.

Then she saw her across the narrow aisles. Cameron, in her usual statuesque glory, her back to Taggie. Well dressed and holding just a few bits.

For a moment all things seemed to still for Taggie, frozen in place. She contemplated turning and leaving out the front door but gathered that would be more suspicious than anything else. As she continued to look, she realized it was almost certainly the first time she had seen Cameron without makeup.

To Taggie’s eyes, she didn’t appear upset, just withdrawn, going plainly about her day. Taking her lead, Taggie chose to politely avoid her, and attempt much of the same. Giving her a wide enough berth that it seemed she went largely unnoticed.

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When Taggie pulled the Mini back into the Priory, her boot filled with enough groceries to continue avoiding Rupert for at least another few weeks, she saw him looming up the gravel drive. A soft sigh left her as she paused, shaking her head lightly before pulling the car around the front of the old home.

“Taggie.” he greeted her with unfettering warmth. His criminally charismatic smirk wore on his lips as she stepped out of the car. It gave Taggie enough of a chance to pause and observe. To her, he may as well have hung the moon.

“Here to see my father?” she asked, a touch hopeful as she opened the boot of the car and began collecting the array of paper bags. Rupert moved to join in and aid her, aiming to get the bulk of them before she could protest.

“To see you. But I suppose I wouldn’t mind a chat with Declan.” he offered with a gentle shrug before she sighed gently, leading the way into the kitchen without another word.

Once all the groceries were successfully deposited on the worn kitchen table, Taggie finally looked back to Rupert. He was looking over her with a light frown, concern clear on his features for her somber attitude.

Taggie opted not to clarify, moving to put away the groceries neatly, leaving Rupert to break the silence.

“Where is the old man?” he finally asked. Leaving Taggie to gesture to his study, on the other side of the house.

“Consumed with the bid.” she offered, setting things neatly in the pantry. She offered no real feeling to the answer either way. Just that it was, not good, nor bad.

“Tag…” he finally said, grasping her by her bicep gently, turning her to look at him. She let out a careful, measured breath as her eyes finally came to meet his.

“Have you been avoiding me, my Angel?” he asked, clearly a touch concerned. A man who had spent much more time being chased, than chasing for affections himself.

“No…” she lied, poorly, a little twitch of her lips giving her away as she began to clear her throat. “I know we’ve only complicated things…” she admitted sheepishly.

“I ended it. With Cameron. Shortly after our last meeting.” he offered to her softly. His deep voice husked as he made his confession in a lowered tone. “You’ve only made things crystalline for me, my darling.” he cooed, raising the hand on her bicep to gently cup her cheek. His thumb stroked over it.

“B-but… the franchise.” she stuttered out, looking at him with shock clear on her features.

“It wasn’t fair. Not to any of us to keep things as they were. She agreed to stay on. Something happened with her and Tony…” he admitted with a soft shake of his head. “But you are what matters most to me now.” he rasped, before leaning in and placing a soft kiss on Taggie’s forehead.

Relief washed over her. Like slowly walking into the ocean, the guilt came off her in great waves.

The moment was broken, however, by the phone ringing and a great clatter on the other side of the house.

“Tag!” shouted Declan. “Can you get that?” he called to her, causing her to startle, and pull away from Rupert. Unphased, he let her, as she slipped off to the foyer. He stood in the kitchen a moment, eyes looking out from the window above the sink. Taking a deep steadying breath as he rubbed his fingers together. Attempting to memorize the feel of Taggie’s cheek beneath them.

Caitlin was on the phone, with lists of requests for poor Taggie on what she may need for when she returned from school. It consumed a great deal of time, as she struggled to write it down on the piece of paper by the phone. Rupert took the opportunity to break the news to her father.

The usual amount of shouting between them was exchanged, but Declan was clearly soothed enough by whatever Rupert had to say around it, that they hadn’t caused Taggie to abandon the phone, or worry about an all-out brawl. Shouts soon mellowed into laughter, and by the time Rupert came out of her father’s study, Taggie had finally finished up with Caitlin.

She let out a slightly worn sigh, leaning back in the chair by the telephone, Rupert flashing her a warm, easy smile as her father closed the door to his study behind Rupert. Content to once again shut himself in with his thoughts. 

“Why don’t I help you with the rest of those bits?” Rupert suggested, indicating to the kitchen, and prompting Taggie of work left undone. She nodded, rising to her feet as she followed him into the kitchen. 

Once safely inside, she asked in a low voice, “Did you tell him… about us?” she queried softly. 

Rupert let out a sharp bark of a laugh, unpacking things and folding up paper bags. He shook his head and smiled at her. “I think it’d have been a far more unpleasant meeting if I had.” he admitted, leading Taggie to let out a sigh of relief. In no time at all, they wrapped up putting things away in a comfortable silence, one Rupert finally broke as they finished. “Taggie, would you like to go for a walk?” he asked her with a smile, looking up to the direction of the Bluebell wood. 

Taggie’s cheeks burned at the implication. A nervous chuckle left her before she nodded. “I’d love nothing more.” she admitted softly, and before she knew it, she was following Rupert out the kitchen’s back door. 

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Rupert and Taggie traipsed down the rolling green fields between the Priory and Rupert’s home. The weather had the usual cool breeze of April, soon to melt into May. Rupert and Taggie were bundled in wool sweaters that the Cotswolds were once so famous for. In a time Taggie liked to imagine when her thoughts wandered, where Rupert may be more than metaphorically in shining armor for her.

Their hands brushed every so often as they walked, smiling as pleasantries were exchanged, words about nothing really at all. Taggie admitting to what she’d been doing in her hiding, mostly cooking, and Rupert keeping mum on anything to do with Cameron, mostly talking about work he was getting done as an MP.

Soon enough they were in the relative privacy of the Bluebell Wood once again, and Rupert softly grasped Taggie’s hand, giving it a quick squeeze. Taggie’s cheeks flushed red, but she didn’t pull away, glancing around for any onlookers, but there was none to be found. 

Their feet continued to carry them down the path towards Penscombe Court, quickly depositing them at the back and the collection of out buildings, the stables, the garage, and the garden shed Rupert continued to step towards. Taggie raised her brow at him, surprised, but eager to not let go of his hand, so she followed him into the dark building. 

Tables lined the sides of the structure and were covered with pots, tools and clippings. Anything one may need to take care of an estate with the grounds the size of Penscombe Court. In the middle of the structure was an expansive, empty table, looking like it may fit a viking mead hall more than a potting shed, but its considerable size fit the relative size of the structure they found themselves in. They approached the end of it and without any manner of preamble, Rupert lifted Taggie as if she were featherlight and set her to sit on the surface. 

A great peal of laughter left Taggie in surprise as she was placed down, her hands flying to grasp at the collar of Rupert’s button down, peeking out from underneath his sweater. “Rupert!” she attempted to scold, but her giggles betrayed her. 

“Come now, Angel, I just wanted to see you.” he assured her with a wicked grin playing on his lips. His hands moved to cup her cheeks, thumbs covetously running over them again as he looked deeply into her eyes. It took everything in Taggie not to shrink away, to give in, and melt into him, a tinge of discomfort in her at his endless affection. Her cheeks burned in the wake of his affectionate touch. The thought crossed her, for a brief moment, that she’d only seen him so adoring with his pets in the past. 

Finally, Rupert pressed his lips to Taggie’s. Eager kisses being exchanged as the low simmer he’d stirred in her for the last week was quickly raised to a rolling boil. He was much less gentle with her this time, holding her still as he nipped gently at her bottom lip. In turn Taggie was much more desperate, pulling at the wool of his sweater, and threatening to stretch it terribly out of place with every needy tug. 

Eventually Rupert broke their kiss with a chuckle, shaking his head as he pulled the garment over his head and tossing it aside. The white button down beneath was only half done up, and clung to his tanned skin with the growing heat of their exchange. Greedily, Taggie took the opportunity to shed hers as well, though it left her only in a white lace bra. Rupert kissed his teeth and eagerly cupped her barely clothed breasts, leading Taggie to part her knees and let him more easily slot between them. 

“So beautiful, pet.” he praised her softly. Taggie’s blush dripping down her cheeks and down over her neck and collarbones. Her freckles stood out even more over pinked skin. 

A petulant whimper left Taggie as she linked her forearms behind the back of Rupert’s neck, eagerly seeking more kisses. Rupert was more than happy to oblige, keeping his hands mostly to himself as he worked the buttons left on his shirt until it freely slipped off his wide, lean shoulders. 

Taggie was growing more than more eager, and gave an exploratory roll of her hips against Rupert. His hardening cock met her clothed core. A soft grunt left him as he broke their kiss. 

“Are you sure you want that?” He levels at her, a cocked brow and Taggie was more than eager to nod in reply, attempting to pull him in again, before Rupert chuckled, and took hold of her forearms, holding them still as he looked at her. “Use your words, Angel.” he implored huskily, pupils blown wide with lust. 

“Actually…” she answered breathily, licking her lips in nervousness. “Can I do for you what you did for me?” she asked breathily. The question almost made Rupert choke, seeming slightly taken aback. 

“Of course.” he replied when he regained his composure. “I could never say no to you.” he admitted before letting go of her arms. He then reached back and deftly unclipped her bra, leaving Taggie to rid herself of it with ease. She gently pressed him a step back by his chest, before slipping down to her knees at his feet. Their woolen sweaters padded her meeting the cold stone. 

Before she could lose her courage, Taggie attempted to wrangle Rupert free of his belt buckle. A task he was plenty happy to let her struggle with on her own, his own hand carding his fingers through her hair. With enough effort, she worked him free of his belt, and eased his thick length free from his trousers, left heavy with desire. Gently, she leaned in and pressed a feather light kiss to the red, leaking tip of him, eyes flicking up to Rupert’s, eager to please. 

“That’s a good pet.” he cooed the praise, his own eyes glazed over with lust. His fingers continued to card through her hair until he held it in a fist at the back of her head with only one of his large hands. He used his leverage to guide her head down, encouraging her to slicken his length. Taggie was more than happy to oblige, and a touch appreciative for the guiding hand as she eagerly suckled over all he offered to her, licking up his length as her eyes began to drift shut. A daze of sorts over taking her. Quickly though, Rupert gave her cheek a quick tap to wake her out of her stupor. 

“Eyes on me, angel.” he corrected with an even, measured breath. A command she quickly obeyed, eyes fixing right on him. “There you go, now open wider.” he praised and guided, Taggie’s mouth falling open as he began to ease his length into her waiting mouth. Taggie suckled around him, cheeks hollowing as her eyelashes fluttered up at him, Rupert’s cock heavy on her tongue, but not yet challenging to take. “That’s a sweet girl.” he husked, his breath catching as he worked himself down her throat. Rupert tugged on Taggie’s hair, pulling her down until he was hilted inside her, causing Taggie to whine, and her hands to grasp out his trousers for leverage. “You can take it, know you can…” he mumbled as he began to slowly fuck her throat in earnest. 

His eyes went darker as he watched the struggle to cope with the size of him leave her. Taggie grew pliant, tears forming in the corner of her eyes seemingly forgotten by the time they overflowed and spill over her cheeks. Her grasping at his trousers coming out of more desperation to be closer than eagerness to breathe. 

Rupert was too wrapped up in Taggie, and overwhelmed, by the time he was pulling back, attempting to preserve himself for more, she was whining and suckling at him, rejecting the loss. He gripped the base of his length with his free hand, but Taggie was unrelenting. In the push and pull, it was mere moments before he was shivering, a low grunt leaving him as he spent over her tongue and lips messily. 

Taggie of course, hardly seemed to mind, licking them clean and grinning up at him, basking with pride as she watched Rupert look down on her in wonder, taking a moment to catch his breath. 

[littlemissrbf]

Arcane S2 Finale thoughts: Singed is the real winner of Arcane S2

OF ALL THE CHARACTERS WHO DESERVED IT- THE ONLY ONE TO GET A TRUE HAPPY ENDING IS FUCKING SINGED

Jinx: lost Isha, lost her father figure for the fourth time now, and sacrificed herself (but let’s be real she’s totally alive on and on that fucking blimp)

Vi: lost her sister and father again but at least she’s got Caitlyn

Caitlyn: lost her fucking eye but at least she’s got Vi

viktor & Jayce: probably in arcane purgatory but at least they’ve got eachother

Mel: lost her mother and her kinda-boyfriend

Ekko: gave up a universe where he could be with the girl he loves in order to save his own universe in which the same girl is now gone for good

Heimerdinger: dead

Ambessa: dead

Vander: dead for the third time

Silco: still dead

And then you have Singed who has been working with the main antagonists throughout the two seasons inventing shimmer, creating Warwick, and aiding in Viktor’s Glorious evolution… and yet EVERYTHING JUST WORKS OUT FOR HIM AND HE GETS HIS DAUGHTER BACK

(Also how dare they not show us Orianna’s full design-)

[yourdeepestfathoms]

Glitchtrap has witnessed Vanessa break down sobbing because of college before. not because of classes, but because she forgot to accept the award that would give her financial aid.

“WHY are you making so much RACKET?!”

“i forgot— i forgot to— i forgot to accept the award given to me for my financial aid for this semester, and now i might not be able to go to school! that’s $21K down the drain, Mr. Afton! i can’t afford to get my classes without it!”

literally, wailing. crying so hard she’s stammering and can’t speak. barely fucking breathing.

and Glitchtrap is just there like 🐇

she won’t shut up, too overcome with panic and stress and self-hatred for forgetting something so important. Glitchtrap finally gets fed up with her weeping and goes into the database to fix the issue himself. he doesn’t do it out of the kindness of his heart, but because her crying is giving him a headache—and he doesn’t even technically have a physical head!

“there! i fixed your fucking problem! now will you PLEASE stop crying?!”

“you— you fixed it?”

“yes. you got the stupid aid so you can do your stupid classes. now SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

[milolunde]

We all know Timmy is Wanda’s mama’s boy but we need to keep in mind he’s still Cosmo’s kid too and that Cosmo would love him just as vehemently as Wanda

[somerandomcockroach]

@keferon OKAY BUT LISTEN YEAH I would loved if it was just fun ehehehe and sassy flirting with the demon no one sees pfffht, literally summoned a demon just to flirt with, and I guess it could have been going for a long time, just little strips with their funny adventures and then plot can go to the fact that he wants to give him a body and Shockwave would agree or that they just stay the way they are and just hang out like this together (Alo I remember that you wanted to put Ratchet (I keep writing Ratched instead of Ratchet buuuh) and Drift in it as another demon and their summoner thing whghweghgwe but I like how you made two separate stories for them that happen at the same time, okay I am actually PRETTY MUCH invested in this story, I like a lot how it goes and gets tangled and how mixes up with idw ideas and other stuff a lot)

BUT NOW that you changed it that way, you made a few more things that reader might be interested a lot in, like that promise he made and you mentioning that he will regret it, how their relationship progressively develops, plus the fact that Blurr was a frivolous slob gifted with dark magic AND how the tables turn upside dow and he get consequences for what he did in the most unpredictable way for him and how he surely changes in his behaviour, getting more and more concerned about his promise and maybe truly loving someone for the first time in his life and wanting to change something. And then figuring out that that same demon actually was a person before, someone he knew, someone respectable, kind, shiny, absolut sun of a person, who died (I am still on my knees waiting to know how exactly he died...) miserably to the point that he absolutely can't stand his life as a demon and NOT EVEN being able to kill himself!!! And Blurr was a pupil in his school, he saw him, he gifted him an ability to make his magic work for him, gave the freedom to live among everyone to all who was poisoned with this dark magic. OH WAITA HGSDHAG the thing that beastformers can't walk among transformers and the fact that dark spellers also could not, and how these events happen at a close times, OKAY so dark spellers got their kind of freedom thanks to Senator Shockwave (OH MY GOD what if Orion can see Shockwave and will recognise him right away COUGH) BUT I am wondering if beastformers will get some kind of an official declaration or some kind of school to be educated in and I wonder if Deadlock/Drift (I think after leaving he will change his name from the last episode...) will volunteer to be a teacher t be something more, or he will just end up with Ratchet wandering around the world, or maybe there will be a whole damn revolution where all monoformers and beastformers leaded by Drift go against the system, and maybe these events happen at the same time as a Senator Shockwave fighting for the rights of gifted... Okay I'm getting carried a little bit ahsghag excuse me... OH I GOT carried away A LOT I wanted to get back to the point that Blurr, now figuring out the past of Shocwave, dealing with all the events, dealing with what he has done and find a way to free them, at the same time STILL having adventures and fun since I'm sure he can be a good mood lifter to moody Shockwave and even see him in a really good mood since he is... well, not just a demon made of hatred but the wonderful kind of person in his previous life... (okay being carried away but what if Orion might declare the freedom to beastformers (AJHGAJHSDJAH OH MY GOD I IMAGINED JAZZ AS A PANDA HAVING A ROMAN WITH PROWL AND PROWL NOT KNOWING ABOUT IT OKAY SORRY) after seeing what it lead to after Senator Shockwave. And maybe Ratchet will be able to get his sign back freely after revolution will be successful or he will be forever blind just to be free and safe with his husband OKAY LISTEN I think it is obvious that I really like the thing you do....

[phoenix-of-jade]

By the time the video files from the basement security cameras finished downloading onto Xuan's USB drive, the asshole who had kidnapped and tortured Rio had become almost unrecognizable. Just a bloody mess, black and purple with bruises and battered flesh, completing what had become by now a gruesome scene. Blood was spattered all around, covering the walls, the control panels and even some of the video monitors, a reminder of anyone in that organization that they should never ever mess with Xuan or his people ever again.

The raven haired man could be just as cruel and brutal as he was kind and charming, two completely different sides of the same coin and a fact that could've made your blood run cold with fear and the reason why Xuan was known in the criminal world as the Green Eyed Death. He could kill without remorse or hesitation, the perfect killing machine that he was raised and trained to be, but Rio didn't have to and shouldn't get to ever know about this. The man was sure that she would probably fear or hate him if she knew what he could be capable of and thus, Xuan was determined to never let her see him like this.

The young man sighed and wiped some of the blood that splattered onto his face, pulling away from the agonized man on the floor, to neaten his appearance. The sound of steps coming towards the room could've been an indication that Akachan had found Rio and was now bringing her back to him, so Xuan had to be ready support and aid the young woman. "You're lucky that I'm not here for you, pieces of trash." He muttered back to the injured man, as he made his way back to the monitors to retrieve the drive. "But just so you can tell your dumb idiot of a boss, if any of you pieces of shit ever dare pulling something like this again and hurt someone dear to me, I'm going to end all of you!" The cold death stare in his bright green eyes reflected the seriousness of his words.

Then, eventually, Xuan headed to the door to leave and that's when he heard Rio's voice on the other side. It was like a switch turned inside him and the cold killer was back to the worried friend from when he set off into this mission to save the white haired girl. "Rio!" Xuan opened the door, making sure to still conceal the scene inside, and dropped to his knees, hugging Rio tightly. "I was so worried! Thank goodness that you're okay! I thought... I thought..." His voice almost cracked from the emotion. "I thought that I would lose you..." Xuan buried his face into Rio's chest, squeezing her tighter as if afraid that if he let go, she'd disappear again.

"Thank you, Akachan, for bringing her back to me!" Xuan eventually broke the silence that had settled for a moment and turned his head to Akachan, to pet the dog's head. "Let's all go back home now!"

Sick puppy *CLOSED RP*

Reply for @phoenix-of-jade - Xuan x Rio

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"I know my limits...don't worry" She didn't talk a lot about her parents these days. It was just a topic that never came up. Though if he ever asked about them she wouldn't hesitate to answer since she wasn't exactly shy about the topic. She smiled and looked out the nearby window. "I want to thank you again for taking me in...it's been nice. As soon as I'm able to work again...I want to get a new apartment...but for now...I will do my best to make myself useful around here" she pet the cats as they walked by then she left the room "We hould work on the garden today....it's beautiful out today"

[remyfire]

Much as it pains me to do, I must ask once more for a little bit of help to pay for Peach's medical care for this month.

Peach is my wonderful, beautiful, perfect, sassy, cuddly, loving cat. She's 12 years old, and a few months ago we found out that she is diabetic. I love her so, so much and I will do anything I can to keep her healthy and give her a wonderful life as she enters her senior years, but unfortunately the costs of caring for a diabetic cat are more than I can afford right now.

Thanks to the AI boom, the transcription industry is drying up because if there's one thing these things are good at, it's transcribing audio files. Work has been increasingly difficult to come by—I have yet to receive any for this week—and while I've been fortunate enough to have a handful of job interviews recently, I might not hear back about if I got a position until the end of September. And wouldn't you know it, but my credit card is just a hair away from maxing out.

Here's the current damage, which includes Peach's prescription food ($67), syringes ($19), and a fresh bottle of insulin ($133). Cats can have their diabetes go into remission, and if that happened then we would only need to maintain her diet, but in order to make that a possibility, I need to be meticulous about her care.

I've set up a Kofi goal here ($230 in order to cover PayPal fees) so you can see how much I still need for her cost of care. I know that this is a miserable time to ask for donations and that we are so fatigued on giving already, but I legitimately have no choice. Until I can find work somewhere, I desperately need help.

Reblogs are appreciated. And here's a video of her playing with a shoelace as thanks for taking the time to read this post!!

[pwouted]

update on the grocery situation : we now have food [ yay ] thanks to those who donated and a lovely friend of mine we were able to get a few essentials :') so thank you guys !

unfortunately sometimes before things get better, they get worse and my oldest rabbit smokey [ he's almost 8 now !! some of u might remember him, esp since i had to ask for assistance a few yrs ago ;; ] has had reoccurring gstasis, usually we are able to treat this by giving him lots of water, hay, baby gas drops, and massaging his tum. now it's gotten so bad that nothing will work at all and it's so concerning because gstasis can become so very deadly. unfortunately the only animal clinic that is still open and treats rabbits is over an hour away.

this means a 32 dollar ride [ to and from ] unless we find someone who can take us, a regular exam starts at 80 dollars, and looking at posts online [ the vet said as of now she can't give us an estimate until she sees him ] treatment could be around $400+ so in total it would most likely be around 544 dollars [ at the LEAST ]

so i will be leaving my ko-fi below TT

i also want to say that i might be less active for awhile / leave my blog on a q mostly so i can just spend as much time focusing on him as much possible. thank you to those who read this, and those who can help, and those who can keep my sweet boy in your heart !

my ko-fi

[moonstruckdraws]

Plant Portraits

(pst- psssssst!- Hey, hey you. Yeah, you! Want to see something cool? look at this post by @hellishgayliath. It's about the characters shown here! They worked on it for a week straight, so check it out!) . . .

Hi, yes, hi, hello. Yeaaaaaah- steering away from the angst me & Helli brewed while I recover from crying. This was inspired exactly a month ago from this ask I made to Helli ask bout their oc's fav plants. I wanted to try out a new rendering style & thought this be a good opportunity + plant practice

Pico; He likes cinnamon plants/trees & likes to knaw on cinnamon sticks. So I did cinnamon plants! Specifically Cinnamomum cassia, or known as Chinese cassia, that is the most commonly sold cinnamon in North America (yes you are getting plant facts this took longer to research than to draw mainly because I like learning but that's besides the point and I wanna share knowledge) I really like how the leaves came out! Twas very fun. His plants are well maintained, healthy, & green (maybe too green lol) which shows his craft in gardening & care. Luci doesn't have teeth, so she can't really 'knaw' on things, so she didn't like trying Pico's snacks when she stole one. She was coughing on cinnamon for the next hour after. Pico laughed at her, obviously Ingenuity: the quality of being clever, original, and inventive

Bao; He likes wisteria flowers, the purple variation (my fav colour)! I loved loved LOVED coloring these plants, but it feels the most empty out of all of them (Clem is all over the place lmao) but I also kinda like it. Like it reflects their personalities this way, like he's the most upkept in society (despite his utter lack of gardening knowledge). Apparently, American wisteria is a host plant to native butterflies and moths! Add that to another reason Luci likes Bao lol. I feel like anytime she comes to the tea shop, Bao would bring her to the garden he & Pico would be working on. And everytime he's show her the plants he managed on his own they'd be drooping and dying lmao. Bao would be so confused & Luci is just unsurprised. And yes, I did think of & look at the wisteria in demon slayer Versatility: the ability to adapt or be adapted to many different functions or activities

Clem; She likes (take 3 seconds to guess) citrus fruits!! Like her name. So I of course did citrus fruits, lemons & oranges. She has my FAVORITE pose, her reaching for the fruit while juggling some in her other arm is adorable. And of course that cute face of hers! Her plants are just EVERYWHERE & is the only one to touch the ends of the canvas (that I wanted to avoid but oh well, it didn't look good otherwise). Besides, it shows her big personality and chaotic energy children have. Apparently, they're sometimes called 'Christmas oranges' because they're in season in winter months. I thought that was interesting. Does Clem like the cold, Helli or does she despise it like Pico lol? Apparently, they are also those cuties or halos oranges I use to devour as a child lol. And because of said memory, I say that Clem does too. I like to think Luci learns to share, like a child, from Clem, a said child. Luci sells back people's stuff overpriced all the time, and only shares things with Repo. She obviously isn't sharing anything with Pico & she mainly hangs out with Bao at the tea shop so she only buys things. She stole Clem's fruits in front of her once. Let's just say a bunch of sad faces and crying, not only bleed her earholes, but made her feel bad (but she'll never admit it). Does she share things now? Kindaaaaa- no. No, not at all. Only Clem & Repo Affability: the quality of being friendly and easy to talk to

aaaand my inspo board just cuz I was going to draw Vera, I really was! (I was so FRICKIN EXCITED to draw the plant with the braided stock next to the pink flower) but... one look at her head and the pose I chose, I said "No."

Bao was already troubling enough I don't need to build up hate to a character I barely know & already like by getting frustrated with their head (again). So no Vera, Helli, sorrys. Her descriptor was going to be 'nobility' btw

GO CHECK OUT HELLI'S POST IT'S SO GOOD (sad) BUT AMAZING!