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foodfightnovelization · 2 months ago

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More Foodfight! Material DISCOVERED

That's right, I'm back. Just like I prophesized in my last post, yet another treasure trove of Foodfight! goodness has been uncovered, and this might be one of the strangest to date...that's right, official Foodfight! Cinnamon Sleuth Cereal was sold at Albertsons back in 2007, over five years before the movie finally came out!

Okay, not really, but I had you going for a second, right? So, this IS a proposed packaging design for actual Cinnamon Sleuth cereal, but it never went into production, it never made it to stores and there was certainly never any actual cereal to be eaten. This, among several other designs and a collection of behind the scenes material, was sent in recently by a Foodfight! crewmember, who explained they were mockups created to show off possible tie-in products. I'm not sure why they chose Albertsons for these mockups but it's likely they were in talks with them at the time and wanted to show off designs including their branding. In any case, I just had the Cinnamon Sleuth box printed because I thought it'd look cool next to my collection of Foodfight! merchandise, and I wanted to see if anyone would be convinced this really existed.

I've included all the designs above in case you want to print your own- there are several more including another cereal, brownie packaging and milk cartons. Curiously, the milk cartons have Farmland Dairy logos on them, with Farmland Milk actually appearing in the finished film at several points. I'd say this confirms my theory these mockups were created to show to companies they were already actively working on deals with, but I can't say for certain that was the case.

Equally curious are these character sheets from 2002, seemingly showing off almost every model created during early production. There are so many fascinating layers to this- Sunshine is still a human instead of a catgirl, showcasing a very different model to the one seen in the initial trailer, and Maximilius Moose is still a dog named Panzer Pup, both aspects that were changed once the decision was made to change Dex to a dog. However, it may be that Dex's human design was edited out and replaced after the fact, given Dex's model here appears to be the one from the finished film (you can tell by the weird hands). In any case, it's fascinating to get a closer look at all these characters- while the majority of the models for the main cast were found recently (see my last post for more on this), there are a bunch of side characters here we've only seen brief glimpses of before, including the Pringles man and the scantily-clad Cherry Waifer. The most fascinating to me however are the Red and Yellow M&Ms- I've read through their scene in the movie's script, I've seen multiple versions of the storyboard, even rough layout animation in the workprint, and it's only now I'm FINALLY getting to see their actual character models and how they would've looked in the Foodfight! artstyle. Sure, they more or less look exactly as they did in M&M commercials that aired around the same time, but it's still amazing to actually see these characters modelled and rendered after analyzing so many different iterations of the scene as it went through development.

The crewmember in question also sent a folder containing over a hundred stills which while at first glance appear to be from the finished movie, are actually subtly different in multiple ways- usually lighting, facial expressions, or background textures like the sky or color of a hill. A lot of these are labelled "fix" which makes me speculate if after the movie was completed, the crew went back and tried to touch up the animation to make it look more appealing before release. Is there a slightly better looking version of Foodfight! somewhere out there in the world? Who knows, but really it would've been like trying to polish a turd. The movie was already ruined by then, and I don't think any number small changes would've done much to salvage it. However, that does bring me to my next interesting point...

There are also storyboards dated May 2011, depicting an alternate opening to the movie giving a much more cinematic introduction to the main characters. It's crazy to think they were still working on storyboards so late in production, but there IS actually a reason for this. I unfortunately can't upload the entire sequence due to this site's image limit, but what you might notice are a lot of characters being described as "flying over the audience", "flying into the camera" or knocking things "into the audience", with some of the boards having "(3D)" written in parenthesis next to them. It's my belief that very late into production, Kasanoff wanted the movie to be 3D, made popular by the then-recent Avatar, and this new opening sequence full of flashy 3D effects was drawn up to show off what they could do with the technology. It's not clear if any of this was ever actually animated, but imagine going to see a movie that advertises itself as 3D but only the first minute contains any 3D elements. Of course, Kasanoff requesting this is only speculation on my part, but given how the movie was ruined by the crew having to cater to his whim of directing the whole thing with motion capture (made popular by the then-recent Polar Express) it's no stretch to assume the 3D opening sequence was a similar situation.

There's a ton more that was sent to us as well, so much so that I could never hope to talk about all of it. However, it should be on archive.org at the time of writing this if it isn't already, and you can now access everything Foodfight! related through the official Foodfight! collection on there!

That's right, so much Foodfight! material has been uploaded over the past year that the Internet Archive gave it its own archive, allowing you to find everything in one convenient place (including my scans of the novelization and Deluxe Sound Storybook). It'll also be updated periodically whenever something new is found, so it'll always be the home to all things Foodfight!. Whether you're wanting to take a look at some concept art shown in ROTTEN: Behind The Foodfight, read through an early draft of the script, or check out something I've talked about on my blog, it's all here at your fingertips.

I don't think there's ever really going to be an end to the depth of the Foodfight! rabbithole. I thought I was done a year ago when I finished analyzing the novelization, and look at everything that's been found since then. Every time I think I'm out, this movie pulls me back in. So...in my next post I'll FINALLY show off my collection of Foodfight! merchandise and talk about what this movie means to me, but that doesn't mean it's the end for this blog. Whenever I say I'm done with Foodfight! I end up jinxing it, so if I try to conclude things now in a few months some CD will show up with a bunch of lost footage on it, I'll get mailed concept art of a bunch of characters we've never seen before, or it'll turn out Larry Kasanoff was actually D.B. Cooper the whole time. So as long as there's something new to discuss, as long as there's a Foodfight to be fought, I'll keep updating this blog from now until forever. You better duck when they launch the cream pies!

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fatalrosecreations · 6 months ago

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sturnioz · 24 hours ago

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Does shy!reader ever wear fb!chris shirts, hoodies or sweats?

N how would he react if she was wearing another dudes sweatshirt and he immediately knew it wasn’t his. Turns out, one of Matt’s got mixed in with Chris’s clothes

you weren't really paying much attention as you rummage through chris' dresser drawers and picking the first shirt you saw. it was a surprising shade of pink, decorated with an adorable bear and the hershey's logo.

although, a flicker of confusion did cross your mind for a split second — why would chris have a shirt like this? but you don't want to dwell on it; you're just grateful to throw on something other than the same clothes you wore yesterday.

with a sleepy rub of your eyes, you step out of the bedroom and make your way down the creaking stairs into the kitchen, a wave of relief washing over you when you notice the other frat boys are nowhere in sight — likely still asleep or caught up in other things you prefer to really not think about.

you're in the middle of pouring yourself a glass of orange juice to quench your thirst when chris walks in; grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips and a black compression shirt clinging tightly to his chest, sweat glistening across his forehead.

your lips part as you set the orange juice carton down, the question forming in your mind about what he was doing or where he was going looking like that. but your words get caught in the back of your throat when chris' piercing gaze snaps to you.

his eyebrows furrow, and a dark look flickers in his eyes as he takes in the shirt you're wearing. "why the fuck are you wearin' that?"

"i didn't want to wear the same clothes from yesterday," you admit sheepishly, nervously tugging at the hem of the shirt under the sudden attention. "sorry i took it from your drawers without asking—"

"my drawers?" chris repeats, confusion crossing his features as he takes a step closer, his expression shifting to bewilderment. "what—what are you talkin' about? s'not mine, kid."

your stomach drops. "what..?"

"shirt's not mine, dumbass. it's matt's."

the weight of his words hangs heavily in the air, and a wave of embarrassment washes over you, mingling with the mortification as you glance down at the shirt, your eyes widening as the cute bear stares back at you innocently.

chris scoffs in disbelief, and his hand presses between your shoulder blades as he firmly nudges you toward the staircase while you remain in shock, your socked covered feet dragging across the floor as he pushes you along.

"go change. move. go. before anyone sees that shit."

you're already sprinting up the stairs the second you hear him say those last words, your head hung low in shame, eager to rip off the shirt and slip into something—anything—that doesn't remind of you this mistake. you want to salvage whatever dignity you have left.

but just as you're about to reach chris' bedroom, a voice cuts through the air.

"why is the kid wearin' my shirt?"

#ᯓ꒰asks꒱#ᯓ꒰anon꒱#☆ fratboy!chris #☆ shy!reader #☆ fratboy!chris x shy!reader #★ ⋮ sturniolo hours !#★ ⋮ chris hours !

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urhoneycombwitch · 8 months ago

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wanna make you feel better

based on this anon 💞

cw: allusions to/discussions about bad sex, Eddie fools around with someone who’s got a sort-of partner, R experiences light post-sex dissociation, mutual pining

wc: 1.3k

It takes a few minutes for your limbs to unwind, to come back into your body after sex- and in those few minutes, Adam has already hastily dressed, kissed you quick and chaste on the forehead, and left your bedroom with a casual “see ya” tossed over his retreating shoulder.

Fuzzily, from your staring-at-the-ceiling vantage point, you hear the front door of your apartment close. Then some quiet voices in the hall- first the familiar low tones of Eddie, followed by a higher-pitched lilt of… Mary? Margot?- and the front door shuts again.

You sigh, long and deep, wiggling your fingers and toes back to life. As if moving through molasses you push yourself to sit up, then to gather your clothes strewn around the floor- underwear first, one leg at a time. Secondhand t-shirt that hits your knees, the band logo nearing a total fade from all the wash cycles Eddie had put it through before it ended up in your laundry.

A knock at your door, and Eddie peeks around the frame, dark curls frizzing and cartoonishly tall in the back- “Hey. You want Oreos or Bugles this time?”

“Uhm.” You pause halfway to putting on your second sock, trying to blink through the brain fog and connect with your stomach, which quickly sours in response- “Neither, I think. Maybe some water.”

Eddie’s rings click against the wood of the doorframe as he taps in acknowledgement. When he turns to leave for the kitchen, you catch a glimpse of bare torso, grey sweatpants slung around bony, boxer-less hips.

Slut, you think, fondly, pulling on your soft sock the rest of the way and padding out into the living room.

The record player in the corner is calling your name, so you kneel to flip through the milk carton stuffed full of yours and Eddie’s combined collection.

“Nothing maudlin,” Eddie calls from the attached kitchen, cabinets banging shut in punctuation. “We have a strict No Wallowing After Bad Sex rule in this house and we’re goddamn sticking to it.”

“Apartment,” you amend, ignoring his instruction and pulling Blue from its sheath. “And wallowing can be therapeutic, y’know.”

With the drop of a needle, Joni Mitchell starts crooning about traveling a lonely road, and Eddie sighs, long and deep, a mirror of yours from earlier.

There’s a clinking of porcelain on glass, and you turn to watch as Eddie sets out bowls of snacks and tall glasses of water- one of them iced the way you like- onto the coffee table.

“Eat up. The midday meal of champs- or losers, depending on your preference.” He collapses with a dramatic huff against the couch, then leans over to dig around in the bowl of Bugles.

I wanna be strong, I wanna laugh along, I wanna belong to the living…

You crawl the short distance it takes to settle your back against the couch, side pressed into Eddie’s leg. There’s an acidic taste at the back of your throat, a mixture of Adam’s release and your own sickened stomach in a nauseating combination; you sip at the cold water, attempting to wash the taste away.

“Here. Doctor’s orders.” Eddie’s hand comes into view- each finger topped with a curved chip.

A giggle works its way out as you tilt your head to pull a Bugle off his finger with your teeth, crunching into the familiar corn flavor- it certainly works to get the lingering taste of shame out of your mouth.

“Don’t get used to seeing Margaret around, by the way- sounds like she’s gonna patch things up with her boyfriend.” Eddie’s hand draws back, a subsequent crunching noise before he speaks around a mouthful of chips- “I know you’ll miss all those scintillating hallway conversations.”

You snort, unsure if he’s referring to the fact that you’ve snooped via ear-pressed-to-door whenever they used to argue, or the handful of times that you and Margaret have politely and coolly interacted due to the one-bathroom setup.

“Well, good for her.” Unable to keep the irritation out of your voice (on Eddie’s behalf, since you’re such good friends and it’s hard to see him treated this way, not because you’re jealous), you dig into the snack bowl, fishing for an Oreo. “Hope Margaret and her weirdo on-and-off again boyfriend with that pedo mustache are very happy together.”

Eddie laughs, a melodic, genuine one that has him doubling over to bump playfully into your side. “Goddammit. That Ed Rooney-looking motherfucker…”

The bite of Oreo goes down smooth and sweet; you lick at the crumbs left behind on your thumb before saying, “And, lucky for our bathroom usage, Adam won’t be around anymore either.”

Eddie groans. “I think that guy uses more hair product than me and Harrington combined, and that’s saying something.”

He seems pleased when you chuckle, taking the warmth of his body previously pressed into your side away as he settles back into the couch. “What was wrong with this one, couldn’t get your rocks off with Ol’ Mister Hairspray?”

“Got my rocks off just fine, thank you very much,” you say, faux-primly, focusing your attention on the glass of water in front of you.

Condensation slips down the side. Your voice gains a gravelly tone that feels dangerously close to preceding tears when you say, “I just… every time we hook up, I end up feeling lonelier than ever afterwards. And I’m kinda sick of it.”

Do you see, do you see, do you see how you hurt me, baby? So I hurt you too, then we both get so blue…

Eddie’s warm palm (not the one covered in Bugle crumbs) comes to rest on your shoulder, thumb digging gently but firm into the tense muscle at the nape of your neck. A hum purrs from your throat, eyes shutting involuntarily as he manages to zero in on the spot that needs the most care.

“C’mere,” Eddie says, softly, hand sliding off and away as you unfold your limbs to stand. Once you’re sharing the couch cushion, he goes to pull you in closer but stops when he sees you bite back a smile- “What?”

“Your hair is… insane. In the back. If you haven’t noticed- wait!”

Eddie’s hand freezes halfway to his head with your alert, and you knock it out of the air, chastising- “Gonna have a head full of Bugle crumbs. Let me.”

“Bugle Head. New band name, I call it.” Eddie’s eyes are half-lidded, reminiscent of a cat getting groomed as you smooth down the out-of-place strands, hands cradling the back of his skull briefly before you pull away.

“Didn’t even bother looking in the mirror after going at it like rabbits with your not-girlfriend?” You accentuate your tease with a solid finger-poke to his bare ribs.

Eddie’s hands drop to your waist, pinch just-shy of mean against your hips. “Watch it, pot. And this kettle’s not fucking like a rabbit… more like a semi-interested turtle. With a semi-”

He gets shoved, for that comment, but drops down flat on the couch a bit too easily, pulling you with him.

With your ear pressed to Eddie’s chest, you can hear the whooshing of his blood, the steady thump of it against your cheek. He slips an arm around your lower back while yours encircle his torso, his sweatpantsed-legs twining with your bare ones.

“Why do we keep sleeping with such losers?” you muse aloud, breath unconsciously stalling to match Eddie’s much slower rhythm.

“Dunno.” His hand strokes down the length of your back, likely covering you in snack crumbs, but you find you don’t really mind right now. “Glad I have you to commiserate with, though. They say not all who wander are lost…”

You frown against the smooth skin below your cheek, sensing a trap. “…is that a Tolkein reference?”

“Nope. Shakespeare. Hamlet, if I recall correctly.”

He lets you laugh into his chest, squeezing gently at the soft flesh of your upper arm, like he’s trying to hold on to you and the moment at the same time.

You settle, again, breaths joining again. Joni croons on.

Wanna write you a love letter, I wanna make you feel better, I wanna make you feel free…

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #roommate!eddie munson #roommate!eddie munson x reader

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 10 months ago

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A special sort of craving 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Lloyd Hansen

Summary: A stranger appears at your cafe and leaves you unsettled.

Part of the Backwood AU

Note: I found this in my docs and then I was like this could be an AU and people will hate me but here we are. I am heavily considering adding at least one other character to the AU bc I have an idea I don't think i'll ever get to full length with.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

He doesn’t belong. Not in this sleepy village. You can tell by the ring on his pinky, a golden signet that boasts of wealth not known to the farmers and lumberers of the desolate locale. His cheeks are red as if he didn’t expect the crisp autumn bite, though his jacket is unzipped to his chest, revealing a golf shirt with some designer logo sewn into the collar.

He tilts his head as he considers the glass display with shelves of bite-sized tarts and fragrant pies. You approach the other side, standing on tiptoes to see over it. His eyes slowly rise with your movement, a dimple in his cheek of amusement. You skirt around to the side of the display and lean over the lower counter so he can see you.

“Hello, you looking for something in particular?” you ask.

“Something sweet,” he answers, his crooked grin lingers as he lets his gaze wander back to the pies, “cherry… it’s been a while since I had a nice, juicy cherry pie.”

He licks his lips with the last word, reaching up to brush his fingertips over his bristly mustache. Your smile threatens to falter but you keep it on. He definitely isn’t from around here. Not with his accent or the hair slicked back so neatly.

“You want a slice?” you ask brightly. “Two bucks for a slice, twelve for the whole thing.”

“Hmm?” he raises a brow and sidles over to stand across from you.

“The pie,” you say as he puts a hand on the counter, leaning in as his other rests on his hip, “did you want some?”

His eyes fall down to the top of your apron, the red and white checker distracting him as you mindlessly flick the frill around the skirt. His smirk blooms fully and he stands straight.

“Wouldn’t mind a slice… of the pie,” he says as if it’s some joke. You don’t get it.

“Sure,” you say as you go behind the display and take out the cherry pie. You take it to the metal table behind you as you hear him, sense him looming along the counter. “You want anything to drink, sir? Some milk? Tea? Coffee? We do a combo for three-fifty.”

“Mm-mm-mm, a nice glass of milk would go nice with the pie,” he purrs, “they usually got you working all alone, sweetness?”

You look over your shoulder as you shovel a slice onto a plate, little flowers painted around the waffled trim.

“It’s my shop,” you say as you take the dish and grab a fork from the tray. You place it beside the till and type in the total, “cash or card, sir?”

“You own all this?” he leans his elbows on the counter, bent at the waist as he looks up at you.

“Sir,” you nod.

“Card,” he stands and stretches his arms over him before he drops his hands, poking his fingers in his back pocket.

“I’ll get that milk,” you say as he swipes his card, “and I’ll bring this over to you if you wanna sit.”

“Ah, table service, I like it,” he says as the machine chirps and accepts his payment, “you country folk are all so… nice, aren’t you?”

“Suppose,” you say as you open the fridge and take out a small carton.

You glance over as he tucks away his wallet. He winks and walks away. He drapes his jacket over the chair by the window as you grab a glass and hurry over to the counter. You place the glass and carton on his table as he sits. You go back to the counter and bring him the pie.

“You visiting someone?” you ask curiously.

He looks at you pointedly. You hesitate. You forget that the city slickers don’t like questions, but everyone in the village knows each other, so your habit has you careless.

“Bought some house called ‘The Grove’,” he answers as he pushes the fork through the braided crust, “apparently it’s a big deal.”

“The Grove?” you can’t help your surprise, “wow.”

He scoffs, hardly amused, and slides the fork into his mouth, sucking off the pie as he watches you. He chews and swallows slowly as he hovers the silver over the oozing pie.

“You know it?”

“It’s pretty far out,” you say, “but yeah, everyone knows The Grove.”

“Sure,” he pokes a cherry so the juice leaks out, “this is good pie. You make all these?”

“It’s my recipe, but I think Melinda did that one.”

“Don’t get good home cooking like this in the city,” he plops the cherry in his mouth and his jaw tenses with the tartness, he hums in satisfaction. He looks you up and down once more, “don’t get that personal touch.”

“I’m glad you like it, I’ll let Melinda know,” you push your hands into the large pockets of your apron, a movement that further catches his attention.

“Sounds good, cupcake,” he opens the carton and pours the milk into the glass, “you do delivery?”

“Sundays,” you answer, “not that we get many requests but…”

“Personal deliveries,” he insists, “like you said, house is far away, and I’m new in town. Wouldn’t mind a familiar face and a nice pie.”

You rub your neck, “well I don’t usually do the deliveries.”

“Melinda?” he prompts.

“No, Terry takes them with the lumber.”

“Mm,” he frowns, “right… guess I’ll just make the trip in.”

“Okay,” you nod, “let me know if ya need anything else.”

“Oh, I definitely will,” he slithers as you slowly turn away.

You feel him watching you as you try to hide behind the counter. You take a cloth and the cleaner and start wiping down the back of the display. You hear the clink of his fork against the plate.

City people are always a bit odd, but he gives you a bad feeling.

#lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #drabble #series #au #backwoods au #the gray man #a special sort of craving

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infiniteeight8 · 6 months ago

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Tony cautiously wooing (oblivious?) Stephen, a bit like he's a skittish animal, because he wants to have Stephen completely ensnared before it occurs to him to try to run.

I feel like I’ve left a lot implied here, but I like it anyway. 😛

The Sanctum lets Tony in without waiting for Stephen. Tony smiles and pats one of the carved wooden doors in thanks. On his first few visits the foyer of the Sanctum had seemed cavernous and intimidating, but these days it’s full of golden light and the warm glow of polished wood. It’s amazing how a being without a voice can nevertheless make themselves understood.

Stephen emerges from one of the hallways, no doubt sensing Tony’s presence by virtue of his position as the Sanctum’s Master. He doesn’t quite smile to catch sight of Tony, but he’s not got his “all business” face on, either.

“FRIDAY was bugging me about eating,” Tony says, “and when I argued that you’re a doctor and you’ve gone just as long without eating, she said that maybe someone should feed you, too. So…” Tony holds up the bag of take out he’d acquired on the way here.

The protest forming on Stephen’s lips dies as he catches sight of the logo on the bag. Stephen has an undying weakness, formed in medical school, for the cheapest, least authentic Chinese food in the history of take out. He can never resist. “Well, since you’re already here…”

“You’re salivating and you know it,” Tony teases, following Stephen to the kitchen for plates. The man loves cheap Chinese but refuses to eat it out of cartons.

“That’s just the hunger talking,” Stephen says, but the twitch at the corner of his mouth says he’s just playing along. Warmth fills Tony. This is excellent progress. A couple more visits, and he’s pretty sure he can wheedle Stephen into coming out for food with him.

One step at a time.

#IronStrange #ficlet

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qierxing · 1 year ago

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A/N: For Trey's bday and also my brain can't stop thinking about this. I gotta go crazy(mera i'm stealing your naming of magicord thank u)

Prologue | Sex Doll! AU | Yan! Trey Clover x Reader TW/CW: Reader is a NEET, self harm idealization, bad coping mechanisms

You're attending your brother's wedding, right?

The text is simple and innocuous. It’s a perfectly reasonable question. There's no hidden sub context that your mother would leave in such a sentence. Yet it sends cold sweat running down your back as you begin to bite your nails anxiously.

Weddings meant people. People meant socializing and having to answer questions such as “So what are you up to these days?” or “Do you have a partner?” all while smiling and trying not to rip your own skin off.

You end up gnawing off a chunk of your nail off subconsciously, still stuck on the bright screen boasting the text message. Your thumb hovers over the textbox, unsure of what to even reply with that wasn’t a solid “hell no”. It wasn’t your brother or anything, and it would probably be nice seeing him again, but not when there’s the added pressure of other people and even worse, the subtle judgment that would definitely ensue at seeing your current form.

Sighing, you switch off your phone. You’ll come back to it later. Darkness claims your room again, but your sight’s adjusted well enough that you manage to avoid stepping on the various candy wrappers and instant noodle cartons littered around the floor. Pushing past the trash bags in the kitchen, you open your fridge and curse internally. Right. You ate the last frozen pizza from your stash. And of course, there’s nothing in your fridge besides milk.

You’ve no energy to go walking to the grocery store, so you lumber back to your room like a zombie, picking up your phone again and switching the tab to the maps to look at take out places. A Magicord message notification banner comes up, distracting you temporarily from debating which takeout place would be the cheapest to get delivery from.

{21:37}: ohhh my seven, look at what they release!d!! [image attachment]

The image boasts a handsome man with sharp green eyes and long curved horns. He’s smirking as he brandishes a large staff at the viewer. A familiar gothic logo is splayed next to the figure. You roll your eyes. Of course your friend is going crazy over the newest Twisted Wonderland android lineup. She’s been going on and on about how their models are the hottest designs around and how cool they were. She even has several around (Sea Witch knows how much it cost) if you remembered correctly.

{21:38}: whos that lol

{21:38}: COME ON ISN’T HE HOT

{21:39}: it’s literally a robot what

{21:39}: 🙄 can’t even appreciate hot looking robots smh

You huff a tired laugh at the enthusiasm she has, even at a relatively late hour. Still though, you’re much too drained and worried to indulge in her endless fangirling.

{21:41}: i’ll start appreciating robots if it means i don’t have to deal with my brother’s wedding

Just as you settle on a fast food place for takeout, another message banner pops up and makes your eyes blink and widen.

{21:45}: wait bet?

Oh Seven–

{21:46}: bruh. dont you dare do smth stupid

{21:47}: >:3c

{21:48}: i swear to the seven what r u doing

{21:51}: dw bout it

You squint at your messages with suspicion before deciding it wasn’t worth your time to play mind games with her. A notification pops up about your delivery and estimation time for your food and you decide to take a well needed shower before the poor unfortunate soul could come face to face with you.

When you finally leave the bathroom feeling somewhat better and refreshed, a knock echoes on your apartment door. Great timing. When you open the door, however, it’s not a person holding a plastic bag that greets you, but a man with a huge box next to him. Your mouth opens and closes silently in confusion as the man doesn’t even blink as he holds out a clipboard for you.

“Signature, please.” He blandly says, as if you weren’t standing there gaping at him with baggy eyes with dripping hair.

“I-I, uh, I didn’t order anything?” You try to reassure yourself that the delivery man messed up your neighbor’s order, calming the flaring nerves as best you can before your brain starts shutting down. “I think you got the wrong place.”

The man purses his lips and checks the clipboard. “Are you [First] [Last]?”

“Oh, uh, yes?” You’re taken aback. Did you order something off of Sam’s Shop and forget about it?

“Then it’s for you. Signature, please. I need confirmation you received the item.” The man looks bored out of his mind and you’re not willing to make a bigger nuisance of yourself than necesscary, so you hastily take the pen and sign your name in a barely legible scrawl. The man drones an insincere thank you out before turning on his heel and leaving right away, leaving you with a huge box that will no doubt break your back if you tried to pick it up.

After much sweat and puffing, you manage to scoot the box into your apartment hallway, before you give up and decide that was enough. Picking up your phone again, several notifications show up on your lock screen.

[Your food delivery is delayed by: 10 minutes]

{22:30}: teehee, enjoy the free gift UwU

{22:31}: and no its not the new malleus guy. i gotchu smth u would like

{22:32}: YOUR WELCOME

You have half a mind to call her and start yelling her ears off, but that takes energy and effort that you’re not willing to afford right now. So you rub the bridge of your nose and take deep breaths in and out, and remind yourself you can’t afford to be in jail for a murder.

Okay. It seems that your friend got ahead of herself and got you an android that you probably will hate and even worse, would be expensive as hell to maintain. That’s fine. This is fine. You could probably just return the box or something.

Still, curiosity burns in you at what lays inside the package. You’re well aware that Twisted Wonderland has a variety of models, so what did your friend even get you? Couldn’t be a RSA model, they were often sold out and when they were in stock, it was always limited.

Ah, screw it. Throwing your inhibitions to the wind, you scour your drawers to find that dollar store razor you keep for situations like these and start tearing into the tape and cardboard. Finally managing to clear the tape, you open up the top of the cardboard box and your eyes widen at the contents.

#yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #my works #blasting for your entertainment by adam lambert bc the lyrics fit the idea so well >:3c

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allfryam · 7 months ago

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weight gain drive 2 story!

Bryce was living his normal life at college until he got a call from his mom. His grandma had passed away and she left all of her money to him. Bryce was astonished. He knew he was close with his grandma but all of her money? No way! but Bryce wasn’t dreaming. After lots of legal junk, Bryce went from a poor college student to having hundreds of thousands of dollars in his bank Account. The first thing he did with his money was hure his own personal servant. His name was Craig, and he was surprisingly quite young. He was 21, with a nice toned frame and piercing blue eyes. He had perfectly trimmed blonde hair that was slicked back over his head. Bryce had always wished for a servant to take care of him and follow his every command. His first command was to bring him dinner. Bryce requested McDonalds as he hadn’t had it in forever and he felt he should celebrate. He scarfed it down and burped with pleasure.

a few weeks into having Craig, Bryce had gotten used to the rich life. He made Craig dress him, brush his teeth, and even feed him. Bryce would just lay in bed shirtless playing video games while Craig would feed him. One day while Bryce was being dressed, he felt Craig start to struggle a little with his jeans. He looked down and noticed Craig couldn’t get the button. He was pulling as hard as he could but it wouldn’t budge. “What’s taking so long Craig?” Bryce asked angrily. “It’s your belly sir” Craig said. “It’s in the way”. Bryce scoffed, but looking down he could see his abs were no longer there and he did have a bit of a paunch growing. He shrugged it off as just his weight fluctuating a bit, and commanded Craig to get him some sweatpants to wear. And a cheeseburger.

Bryce spent his time loving the rich life. Most days he wouldn’t even get out of bed. Craig was there to tend to his every need. One afternoon, while feasting on Burger King, Bryce demanded more food. “But sir, you’ve already eaten—“ “GO GET ME MORE FOOD YOU IMBECILE!” Bryce interrupted. Craig hurried out of his room and came back a few minute later with an apple pie and some vanilla ice cream. Craig began to cut a slice of pie and spoon-feed Bryce. Craig was prepared to stop after the first slice, but Bryce demanded more. Craig continued to spoon-feed, not bothering to cut a slice. All the while, Bryce was entranced by the video game he was playing. It was almost like he didn’t even notice he was eating. His now rounded belly continued to swell and gargle in pain. It sat perfectly on the waistband of Bryce’s underwear, beginning to roll over and cover the Calvin Klein logo. By the time the entire pie was gone, the ice cream had melted. Bryce noticed this and didn’t even have to say a word to Craig. He just shot him a condescending look and Craig obeyed. He picked up the carton of melted ice cream and began to pour the thick liquid down Bryce’s throat. Some had spilled and began trickling down Bryce’s chest. It pooled at the crease of the belly where it had grown away from his body. With Bryce finally full, Craig cleaned up the mess and Bryce drifted off to sleep, still sticky from the ice cream.

Bryce had been gaining a significant amount of weight, especially in his belly, but when Craig would try to say anything about it, Bryce would promptly shut him up and make him go get more food. Bryce was nearing the 300 pound mark. His once toned stomach had blossomed into a round ball of lard. He gave up on shaving it so it was beginning to grow a bit of fuzz. His hard pecs had grown softer and larger and have started to rest on his expanding belly. His toned arms were a thing of the past. They were now coated with fat and they jiggled each time he moved his arms. His toned jawline expanded into another chin, and his ass started to fill out his underwear. Bryce looked like a completely different person. But he hardly noticed. He was so fixated on playing video games and commanding Craig to bring him more food.

to Craig’s surprise, Bryce alerted him that he had a date Friday afternoon. He had finally matched with this guy on tinder named Gavin. He was super hot and Bryce wanted to make a good impression. Craig figured Bryce hadn’t updated his profile since…

but nonetheless, Craig was happy to get Bryce out of the house. Finding an outfit was a little difficult however. None of Bryce’s nice clothes fit him anymore. After a quick trip to the mall, Bryce was looking great. He was wearing some size 45 waist khakis, and a Hawaiian button up shirt. It was an extra large but it was a little snug around the belly. bryce arrived at the restaurant excited. He hadn’t been on a date in almost a year so he was a bit nervous. He walked in and saw Gavin sitting at a booth. Bryce began to walk over and Gavin’s eyes grew wide. He nervously welcomed him and Bryce squeezed his belly into the booth. Gavin nervously made small talk until the waiter arrived. “What can I get started for you guys tonight?” The waiter asked politely. Gavin ordered first. “I’ll have the teriyaki rice bowl with a lemonade to drink” Bryce ordered next. “I’ll have the rack of ribs with fries on the side” “perfect. I’ll go get that started for y—“ “wait! I wasn’t done.” Bryce interrupted. “I’m also going to try the bacon burger, a large order of the boneless barbecue wings, the club sandwich, two orders of the personal pizza, and what the heck? Let’s top that off with a large milkshake.” Gavin and the waiter were stunned. Bryce just sat there with an innocent smile.

when the food arrived, various plates covered the table and Bryce didn’t waste any time before digging in. Gavin was almost mesmerized by this slob greedily destroying the food in front of him. By the end of the meal, Bryce had unbuttoned his tight shirt and his massive, hairy, round gut sat happily in his lap. When the waiter came back to check on them, he was terrified to ask them if they wanted dessert. And to nobody’s surprise, Bryce ordered a full cherry pie, three brownie sundaes, and a slice of chocolate cake.

Gavin had ended up ghosting Bryce after that night and Bryce was devastated. This only led to more eating however. Craig couldn’t keep up with how much and how fast he was eating. It felt like as soon as he finished a meal, he would request more. Bryce had grown up to 450 pounds. His massive body took up the majority of his bed, and he had no plans of slowing down. He didn’t even have to think anymore. Craig just brought him food constantly. He didn’t really even get full anymore. The last time that happened was when he ate 6 large pizzas in one sitting. But only a couple hours later, he was chugging a milkshake.

I know I took forever on finishing this story but I really like it. There won’t be a part two, but look forward to the end of the hot dog eating contest story coming up!

#fat belly #fat #fatty #gaining fat #chubby #fat gut #fatty piggy #gaining #gaining weight #getting bigger #S #stuffing #b

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deathclassic · 1 month ago

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ART TAG

I just want to see more art and creatives

Have you always been interested in creating art? Yes! I've been drawing for as long as I can remember

What's your favourite medium to use? If digital, what programs do you like? I really enjoy drawing traditionally, a lot of the time i sketch and then take a photo to finish it digitally on photoshop (that i pirated)

Do you create outside of fandom? Yes, I draw for myself a lot but I don't really share them

Share something you haven't finished and/or never got around to posting mickey eating vegemite toast which i sent to nosho and never posted here haha

Favourite piece you've made?

ive always liked my beer bottle and carton design

Draw your icon in a minute or less

An underrated piece you've made in your opinion

any of my stranger things fanart bc i dont have any stranger things mutuals <3

Do you do art in a professional setting? kinda? im a qualified graphic designer and im working on a logo for a boxing trainer now

A piece you don't like but did really well on social media

100% this one, dan posted it on his ig story and tagged me in it and used it as his header on twitter for a while too

Post an old piece and compare it to your most recent, what are the similarites?

still doing outfit challenges, still adding a splash of colour in the bg, colour, details and adding waves to hair! also the shading is similar on the stomachs

Have you ever collaborated with another artist/s? yes!! ive done a dan and phil poster with other phan artists, a calendar that @pseudophan organised years ago (i still have it) and some cool one on one stuff with other artists in various fandoms <3

What piece has the most notes? Are you surprised?

this series, very surprised tbh currently at 12k+ notes

Who/What is your favourite subject matter?

People/characters i love, i just love drawing people i enjoy watching ya know

Show us something not from fandom you've made

a modernised take on shakespeares 'Taming of the Shrew', the badge is currently on my battle vest

Where do you like to create? in my bedroom at my desk, i feel inspired in my art corner

Do you have a tag that you use to group your creations? Tell us so people can follow it

'm does art' is my art tag!

Give yourself a shoutout, where can we commission/buy/follow you for more pieces?

commissions - unavailable but will open in a month or so instagram redbubble

tagging: @doshiart @gallapiech @spookygingerr @konaiiro

@michellemisfit @heymrspatel @vintagelacerosette @ghoulish-art-tendencies

@sgtmickeyslaughter @creepkinginc @kiennilove @burninface

@darlingian @suzy-queued

#tag game #m does rambles #you dont have to do this if you dont want to #i just thought it would be fun #and i like looking at peoples art

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imightgetbetter · 2 years ago

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special

listen .. i don't, i don't really know what you want me to say here. it's .. well, it's filth to some degree. some might argue but .. it is. don't read this if you're a minor, okay? actually, get off the internet if you're a minor. you're fucking matty after a show. it's nasty but kind of sweet. it follows sort of in the same vibe as the previous story, going with a plot, kind of. okay, i'll shut up. enjoy. let me know what you think. lots of love.

On any given night, most people could find you like this. Having him beneath you, cigarette propped between his wet, pink lips, his hands gripping your waist so tightly that you’re sure it’s going to leave a mark in the morning, isn’t something that’s so out of the ordinary that it would shock you. Many nights have ended like this, with you on his waist, straddling him, his hands caressing your skin as you pass a cigarette back and forth, a bottle of wine always nearby. On most nights, it’s the perfect way to end the day, to be close and touching each other and have some time that’s just dedicated to you, no distractions, nothing in the way.

On any given night, however, you typically haven’t gone at it for hours. Once Matty was off the stage, your hands were on him, pawing at his chest, inching your way into the waistband of his trousers, toying at the elastic of his briefs, your fingers dipping into the front to give him a solid squeeze as his mouth found yours in the elevators out of the venue. Matty hurried you into the car and out of the venue, fighting every urge to groan from the backseat of the car, his hands squeezing at your thighs as you whisper every single thing you want to do to him all the way back to the hotel. He nearly ripped your shirt from your body, tearing it off your torso with a laugh, “Not quite true, is it, love?”, the sex with you sucks logo falling to a heap on the ground quietly. His hands unbuttoned your jeans with ease, his hand sliding through the front of your underwear with an ease that said, we’ve done this far too many times, but we’ll never stop.

Clothes strewn messily on the floor, an opened wine bottle splayed on the bedside table, a pack of cigarettes opened with an ashtray ready, the lighter set nearby. Matty falls on the mattress beside you, his chest heaving up and down as he tries to catch his breath. He knows, just by the spring in your step and the look on your face, you’re not done with him quite yet, and he wants to regain his strength before going again. He can keep up. He has no issue keeping up with you. He doesn’t have a show tomorrow either, so he has all the time in the world to recover, but the pull of a cigarette and a glass of water would do him well.

“Can you grab me one, baby?”

“Cig or water?” you say, grabbing a water for yourself and playing with the carton on the counter, grabbing a cigarette and putting it in your mouth, lighting it quickly before tossing the water to him. “I’ve got both.” Matty sits up slightly, a pillow propped behind him, letting the water fall down his throat smoothly, his eyes never leaving you as you stare out the open window and nurse the burning cigarette between your lips.

“Get back here,” he says sternly, raising his eyebrows when you narrow your eyes. “Please?”

“That’s what I thought.” His chest is shining with sweat, the definition of his abdomen begging to be traced and touched. His thighs are tense, moving ever so slightly to adjust you when you straddle him, his cock already growing hard beneath you. “Already ready to go again, huh?”

“Give me a smoke and maybe I’ll go again.”

“Feel like the participating party involved is ready without the smoke.”

Matty laughs, a smile spread across his lips as he admires you on him, lazily dragging the cigarette from your lips and letting the smoke puff out in a cloud around you. “Thought I told you to stop smoking. It’s a bad habit for your pretty lungs. Got to keep them healthy to keep you around for a long time.”

“Could say the same to you, Mr. Musician. You’re the one that sings for a living. I write my silly little novels and essays and call it a day.”

“They’re not silly. I hate that you call it that.”

“I just don’t see it the way that you do, baby. That’s all. Nothing special.”

Matty clicks his tongue and shakes his head. “It’s incredibly special. I love when you write. I love what you write. And I especially love when you write about me,” he hums, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your cheek, your jaw, his voice getting lower and lower as he continues kissing down your neck. His voice is sultry and smooth, sexy in all the right ways. He knows what he’s doing, his hands pressing into your body the way that he knows you like. “Does that count for anything?” His mouth is soft against your neck, kissing all the way down your skin and to your shoulder, nipping at your collarbone and moving his face down ever so slightly to connect with your chest. "Now you’ve gone quiet, hm?”

“Matty,” you whisper breathily, fingertips laced through his curls, tugging harshly at the root as he sucks on your breast, kissing between the valley of your chest to connect with the other side. “God.” Cigarette smoke pools above your head, the ashes of the butt beginning to fade.

“Say that you’re special. I want to hear you say it.”

“I’m special,” you moan, your head knocking back against your neck, your eyes squeezing shut as you lift onto your knees and whine at the feeling of his cock brushing against you, his hand guiding himself in as you settle on him, once again. “God, I’m special, if you say so.”

Matty groans at the feeling of you bouncing on him, the rhythm you keep so steady and enjoyable for the both of you he nearly forgets the cigarette in your mouth. He reaches for it, bringing it to his lips. “Stay with me. Never leave.”

“You’re just saying that ‘cause I’m fucking you,” you laugh breathily, leaning forward and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Honestly, you didn’t care why he was saying it, if Matty asked you to stay, you’d never leave. That’s something that waiting years for him taught you, once you have him, don’t let him go.

Matty puffs out a smoke, “Never. It’s because I love you.”

“How am I supposed to have filthy sex with you when you’re professing your love for me?” you laugh, the smile on your lips permanent and fixed. He’s been yours for so long, it’s hard to remember what your smile felt like before he was giving it to you, before he was the one behind it.

“Don’t know, but I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” Matty leans forward slightly to put the cigarette in the ashtray, his hands coming to cup your face and kiss you deeply.

He’s everywhere. He’s inside of you, and kissing you, and holding you, and making your heart warm and your vision fuzzy. He’s somehow the reason the world turns and the reason it stops turning. He’s the sunrise and the sunset, the moon and the stars. “I love you,” you say; that’s all you can say.

“I love you more,” he says, and somehow, you almost believe him.

#matty healy #matty healy fic #the 1975 #the 1975 fic #love it if we made it series

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pixels-not-dreams · 4 months ago

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wingtip || dom!light yagami x reader

He swings his leg back, and forward again, making swift, bruising contact with the flesh of your abdomen. It's a pain unlike others you've experienced. You can tell immediately that you'll have a lovely bruise there. It will be shades of purple and blue and black, and as it fades to green and yellow you'll know that Light's love is being absorbed into your body. Redistributed from the injury to your guts and heart. But now, as the blood rushes to the point of impact, it hurts, and you feel happy.

Light has burned you with cigarettes before, and that is a bright, scalding agony all its own. He smokes Seven Stars. You know this because he trusts you to get them for him. He trusts you because, although he has many loyal servants, he loves you best of all. You go to Lawson, or 7-11, or Family Mart (he prefers Lawson—the white of the milk bottle logo reminds him of his own mastery of death). You buy him two packs of Seven Stars, and you kneel in front of him, holding up the cartons like shinsen at a kamidama. Sometimes, when he feels very, very grateful, he smiles at you. It's the most beautiful thing you see all day.

This is why you trust him to hurt you. He would only do this if he trusted you to bear the brunt bravely, like the good soldier you are. If he didn't think this, he would give you a curt nod and a restrained, too-formal arigatou gozaimashita. This left you bereft and unsatisfied. You used to feel this hungry dissatisfaction when he fucked you hard and rough finished too quickly. Now, you have something better than his cock. His fists and shoes are more than enough.

You knew Light was going to beat you. The second the door had shut behind him, a glint had shone in his eye. This only happened when you'd been very, very good, and he had to hurt you to show his gratitude.

“Y/N,” he says quietly. “You understand why I have to do this, don't you?”

You swallow hard and lick your lips. It's so hard not to squirm when Light looks at you. He's sitting so regally in his office chair. It's a Hermann Miller. He had it imported from Germany. You had helped get it out of customs at Narita.

His suit is navy blue. He's taken a shine to western menswear, and he allows you to take his dry cleaning, sometimes.

“Did you lose your head, Y/N?” he asks. “I asked you a question. I want an answer—I don't speak to you for my health, you know.”

“Yes, Kira-sama,” you say. “I lost my head. I understand why you have to hit me.”

“I have to hit you because…” he prompts. The corner of his mouth is twitching. Is he going to smile? You hope he is. You push yourself up off the ground to kneel. You're so wet you're afraid you might leave a spot on the backs of your calves. Last time that happened, Light berated you for being sloppy and kicked you in the rear. You'd had a sole-shaped bruise for a week and a half.

“Because,” you say. You feel breathless. “You love me best of all.”

“Well done, Y/N,” Light says. He doesn't smile—not yet. But you can see it building inside him. “You've learned well. You were so stupid when you first came to me, weren't you?”

“Yes, Kira-sama. I was very stupid. I am still very stupid.”

His eyes narrow.

“Excuse me, Y/N,” he says. “I don't remember inviting you to contradict me.” His voice has a steely edge to it now. You've annoyed him, and your cheeks burn.

“What do I do when you undermine me, Y/N?” He looks up to the ceiling, a mocking mimicry of being deep in thought.

You sit back further on your heels. Your cunt pulses. If you get up, he'll see how wet you are, and he'll laugh and laugh.

“You punish me, Kira-sama.” A tear wobbles in the corner of your eye. You try to stop it from falling, but you're leaking everywhere.

“That's right. Very good.” Light clasps his hands together and leans back in his chair. He spins idly from side to side, considering his options. He could slap you, or pinch you, or force you to spend the rest of the day working with your tits out. He'd done that, once, when he sent you out for a six-pack of Kirin and you'd returned with Asahi.

He leans forward and grabs your face, squeezing it hard enough to force your lips to pucker. A bubble of saliva pops between them. You try hard to meet his eyes, but it burns to do so.

“Stand,” he commands, letting go of you. “Go on.”

You obey him. You're careful to stay facing him the whole time so he doesn't see the slick of your stupid, needy cunt. It's so hard to be still when you're like this; you wobble from foot to foot, as if he's already fucked you.

“Turn around.”

Your heart leaps into your throat. You think, for a second, that you might be sick, and you clutch your stomach where he’d kicked you. Slowly, as if you're stuck in molasses, you spin so that your back is to him.

Light inhales slowly. You can tell from the smell filling your nostrils that he's lit one of his Seven Stars. He can't see your face, but you beam with pride. You can hear him rise from the chair and walk towards you. He hovers behind you, close enough for you to feel the heat of him, and blows a cloud of smoke over your shoulder, burning your eyes and nose.

Suddenly, his hand is on your behind, groping for the cleft between your legs. He pulls his hand away as quickly as he'd laid it on you and shakes it as if he's touched garbage—which, you suppose, he has.

He leans close to your ear. His breath is smoky and too-warm. It makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand and your knees weak.

“Disgusting,” he says, and you know he's smiling at last. “You lost your head because you're ruled by your cunt.”

You nod, too mortified to speak. He places his hand between your shoulder blades and shoves you lightly so that you stumble forward. You want to look over your shoulder, search his face for reassurance—but you're very brave, so you stay facing the wall.

Light is shuffling around out of your sight. You assume he's putting out his cigarette. Maybe loosening his tie, taking off his jacket. If you're lucky, he's stroking himself, getting his cock ready to slap you with it. He hasn't done that in a while. You haven't earned it.

The smell of shoe polish betrays that, after all his pomp and circumstance, he's going to kick you again with one of his beautiful wingtips. They're Celine. You ordered them for him from a shopping service in Paris.

His silence frightens you. You know the impact of his shoe; it's as comforting as a visit from an old friend. But that doesn't make it easier to anticipate the blow before it glances.

You stand in agonized silence for who knows how long, your cunt dripping all the while. As soon as your guard drops, he rears back and kicks you with all his might in the small of your back. He must truly hate you, you think in your head. To care so little for your kidneys is criminal. But your heart and your cunt know he loves you.

#death note x reader #death note x you #death note x y/n #light x reader #light yagami x reader #light yagami x you #death note

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mamaestapa · 2 years ago

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The Argument, The Date, & The Disappointment

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•series summary: Y/N Y/L/N moved to Cincinnati, Ohio for a new start. Move in day arrives and she discovers something terrible...the apartment complex gave her the wrong lease. Instead of living with who she originally was supposed to, she's now living with the hottest quarterback in the NFL, Joe Burrow. Y/N is stuck living in the same apartment with him for a year...which the two are not thrilled about. However, as time goes on, they realize that maybe this wasn't the worst thing that could happen to them. Will Y/N and Joe stay enemies, or will they find themselves falling in love?

•chapter summary: You and Joe enjoy a morning together that gets ruined by an argument. Joe tries to make it up to you, but you have other plans

•word count: 4k

•warnings: fluff, arguing, language, mentions of sex, jealous and sad joe, ANGST

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November 4, 2022

You put on your red oversized University of Arizona sweatshirt and went out to the kitchen to make your morning cup of coffee.

You have the day off of work today, so you figured you would stay home and do some cleaning. Joe had some of his teammates over after practice a couple days ago and the apartment was still a mess.

You cant even remember the last time this place was properly cleaned. Gross.

You pulled a coffee cup from off the rack next to the coffee maker. You put the cup underneath it and prepared the coffee grounds. As the coffee started to drip into the cup, the bathroom door swung open and Joe walked out, clad in his black gym shorts with a tucked in black long sleeve that had the bengals logo just above his left pec. Towel in hand, he walked down the hall towards your bedroom. Well he wasn't going into your room, right across from your bedroom was the laundry room. He threw the towel into the laundry basket designated for towels and walked back into the kitchen.

Joe smiled at you as he walked into the kitchen, "Morning Y/n."

You smiled up at him as you grabbed the coffee creamer, "Good morning Joe."

He opened the fridge and pulled out the egg carton, a diced green bell pepper, chunks of ham, and shredded cheddar cheese. As he put the ingredients on the counter he spoke, "How'd you sleep?"

"Pretty good," you said with a nod, "you?"

"Good until my alarm went off," he replied, chuckling lightly.

"You didn't want to work out at five A-M with Ja'Marr this morning?" you asked with raised eyebrows and a smirk.

"It was actually seven this morning."

"Oh, wow seven?"

Joe nodded as he walked over to the stove and got a skillet out.

"Can't believe he let you sleep in?" you said, shaking your head, "Usually he's pounding on the door if you're not out by five."

Joe and Ja'Marr have a very weird work out schedule. Some days they're up before the sunrise, working out for almost two hours before their all day practice. Other days they're up at a more reasonable time, working out for longer.

Joe chuckled, "He was feeling extra nice this morning I guess."

You smiled and let out a laugh, "Yeah, I guess so."

You went back to preparing your coffee as Joe started making his breakfast. As he was whisking the eggs together, he turned to you as you put the coffee creamer away.

"You want any eggs?"

You shook your head. "I'll stick to my coffee for now. But thanks."

He nodded and turned his attention back to making his breakfast. You stood in the kitchen, sipping your coffee and watching Joe make his eggs. He grabbed a plate from the cabinet above him and set it down on the counter, sprinkling cheese over the eggs and letting it melt before he put a large portion on the plate. He turned the stove off and grabbed a fork, setting it on his plate. He walked into the small dining room that was just off to the side of the living room. You followed him, deciding to keep him company as he ate his breakfast.

You and Joe have actually started to get along. You think it's safe to say you’re actually becoming quite good friends. You have learned a lot about Joe and you’ve realized he isn't as bad as you thought he was when you first moved in with him. It's easy to see why every girl loves him.

He's a really nice guy, he's extremely humble, and he has a great sense of humor. And you have to admit, he's not bad looking, at all. He's actually very attractive...

But, you don't have a crush on him, you swear. You’re really happy with how things are going with Evan. The two of you have agreed to take things slow and not rush into anything. Both of you have talked about a possible relationship, but for now you’re just happy with each others company.

You sat down on the chair across from Joe, setting your coffee cup down in front of you. The two of you sat in silence as Joe ate his breakfast. You grabbed your cup and took a sip of your coffee. As you sat the cup down on the table, your stomach let out a loud growl. You clutched your stomach, making Joe chuckle. He stood from his chair and walked into the kitchen, grabbing a plate and filling it with eggs. He grabbed a fork from the silverware drawer and walked back out to the dining room. He set the plate down in front of you.

"Here. Can't go to work on an empty stomach."

You looked up at him, feeling just the slightest hint of butterflies from his kind action. He smiled down at you before walking back over to his side of the table and sitting back down.

You smiled, "Thank you, Joe. I don't have work today though."

He shrugged, "Doesn't mean you can't eat breakfast."

You and Joe made small talk as you ate your breakfast. You have to admit, Joe is a great cook. You don't know what he did to those eggs, but they were delicious.

You and Joe got up from the table and went in to the kitchen to clean your plates off. As you set your plate in the dishwasher, your phone went off. You pulled it out of your leggings and smiled when you saw it was a text from Evan. Your eyes scanned the chat he sent you, your face instantly turning red as you read the words. Joe closed the dishwasher and looked at you as you smiled down at your phone, thumbs quickly typing away.

"What's got you so flustered?" Joe chuckled, running a hand through his damp blonde hair.

You shook your head, "Nothing that concerns you."

Joe clenched his jaw and nodded slowly, "Sooo, it has nothing to do with shooter?"

You furrowed your brows in confusion, "Shooter?"

"Evan."

You shrugged, picking up your coffee cup and taking a sip of the hot liquid before you replied. "Maybe."

Joe crossed his arms and just looked at you with a deadpan gaze and clenched jaw. It almost seemed like he was jealous?

"What?" you laughed, "would it be a such a big deal if it has to do with him?"

Joe scoffed and let out a laugh of disbelieve, "Yeah it would."

"Oh come on, no it wouldn't."

"Yes it would."

You rolled your eyes, "Fine. Why would it be such a big deal?"

"Because he's my teammate, Y/n! I told you early on that my teammates are off limits."

Oh.

You forgot all about that chat the two of you had after you met Logan and Ja'Marr that first week. After the guys left you mentioned something about thinking Ja'Marr was hot and Joe gave you this whole spiel about how his teammates were "off limits for you to hit on". You told him you understood because you truly did see where he was coming from. Coming home to see your roommate making out with your teammate would be extremely awkward.

But it's not going to stop you from talking to Evan. You care about what Joe thinks, but at the same time, you want to be happy here in Cincinnati. And you know Evan can make you really happy.

"I never said I was going out with him." you said, shrugging your shoulders, "we're simply just talking to each other."

Joe rolled his eyes, "Oh don't bullshit me Y/n."

"Excuse you?"

Joe scoffed, "I'm not an idiot, sweetheart."

"Don't call me that. I have a name."

"Fine. I'm not an idiot, Y/n."

You crossed your arms and kept your jaw clenched as Joe spoke.

"I think you're forgetting that Evan is my friend and my teammate. I see him basically every day of the week. I hear the things he says about you, Y/n. I see the posts on your stories, I hear about the text messages, I know about everything, You're not just talking to him! And I specifically told you not to get with any of my teammates. And what did you do? You got with one of my teammates!"

"You are unbelievable."

"Oh I am?"

You scoffed and let out a laugh of shock, "Yeah, yeah you are! It's none of your business who I date or who I talk to. You don't control me, Joe."

He ran his hands through his hair and sighed, "I never said I did!"

"It shouldn't matter to you if I date Evan or not! Don't you want him to be happy?"

Joe stayed silent, clenching his jaw as you spoke. You rolled your eyes and shook your head in annoyance. He was being so unreasonable.

You decided to hit him where it hurts.

"And," you continued, "It's not like i'm going to bring him over here all the time and have sex with him when you're here if that's what you're so worried about!? Because unlike you I have respect for my roommate."

Yep. You’re referring to that time when you walked into the apartment and saw Joe hooking up with a girl on your couch.

He rolled his eyes, "Oh my god," he mumbled under his breath, "that was one time!"

"Yeah, one time too many!"

Joe shook his head and huffed out a sigh of annoyance. He looked at me and crossed his arms, the look on his face was extremely hard to read. He seemed annoyed, but almost disappointed, too.

"You know what Y/n? Fine, you win. You wanna date Evan, go right ahead. I thought maybe you'd respect my wishes, but clearly I was wrong. Wrong about you."

You felt your heart drop to the pit of your stomach. All of your anger towards Joe turned into confusion. What does he mean wrong about you?

"Joe, I-."

He shook his head, "Save it."

"Joe, just let me explain-."

"Just get out!"

You furrowed your brows in confusion, looking up at him with concern. You gulped as you struggled to find the right words to say to him. You opened your mouth slightly, trying to think of what to say. You struggled to form a sentence as tears began to well up in your eyes. You were so confused. Where was this coming from?

"Go be with Evan or some other guy on my team. Clearly they're all pretty important to you."

You shook your head, trying to hold back tears. You grabbed your phone and stormed out of the kitchen. You quickly slid your tennis shoes on and grabbed your car keys. You needed to get away from here for a bit. You were hurt and extremely confused. Joe has never spoken to you like this before.

And here you thought the two of you were starting to actually become friends. Clearly you were wrong.

You grabbed your keys and as you opened the door to leave, you turned to face Joe who was still standing in the kitchen with crossed arms and a clenched jaw.

"Screw you." you said to him, rolling your eyes and slamming the apartment door behind you.

~time skip~

"Maybe I'm just being dramatic, but I don't get it. This came out of nowhere?!" you exclaimed, throwing your hands up in the air as you ranted to Macee, who was folding and displaying new t-shirts.

After storming out of the apartment, you decided to drive downtown to CincyStyles to talk to Macee. You knew she'd be able to give you some advice and talk you through the situation with Joe.

Macee frowned. She knew why Joe was being harsh, but she knew she couldn't say anything.

"I'm sorry hun," she said, reaching out to place a hand on your shoulder, "he shouldn't have made such a big deal over something so small. So what if you date one of his teammates? He should be happy! You're a wonderful girl, any of those guys would be lucky to have you."

You smiled, "Thank you Macee. I guess I see where he's coming from. I did promise him I wouldn't go out with any of his teammates."

"Well I mean, technically you haven't gone out with any of them, right?"

You shook my head, "No."

Macee smiled softly, "See? He's just being dramatic then. You didn't go against your word."

You grimaced slightly, thinking about how to break the news to Macee. You did go against your word to Joe...

"I'm going on a date tonight. With Evan." you said, pulling your lips into a straight line. Macee's eyes widened as her mouth fell open in shock.

"Like a date, date? Not just a get together at the gym and work out kind of thing?"

"Yeah, like a date, date."

"Y/n," she beamed, "that's awesome! Aren't you excited?"

You were very excited for your date with Evan, yes. But after the argument with Joe this morning, something just feels off. You almost feel a little guilty? You get butterflies just thinking about your date with Evan, but, you have this other feeling that you can't quite explain. You feel guilty for going out with Evan, but you don't why.

You know you shouldn't feel guilty, but you do.

You shook your thoughts away and smiled, feeling your cheeks burn at the thought of your date later, "I'm really excited. Evan is such a great guy."

"He is, isn't he?" Macee asked, a sweet smile on her face. She walked over to the rack of jeans, re-organizing the sizes as she continued speaking, "You didn't hear this from me but," she paused, looking over at you with a playful smirk on her face, "Evan's got a pretty big crush on you."

"Yeah, he does."

You turned around at the new voice that had joined in on the conversation.

"Hey Alisa!" Macee said with a smile as she hugged the brunette woman.

"Hey! Trey and I were out, so I thought I'd stop by and say hi." The woman, Alisa, said. She turned to you with a kind smile.

"You must be Y/n?"

You nodded, smiling at her. She held her right hand out and you shook it, the two of you introducing yourselves.

"I'm Alisa, Trey's wife. You're Evan's girlfriend right?”

Your eyes widened. You were not expecting that.

"Oh, uh," you let out an awkward laugh, "No, we're not dating."

She covered her mouth with her hands, pulling them away to say, "I am so sorry."

"You're okay, don't worry about it," you smiled, "you're technically not wrong. We aren't official yet, but he and I have been seeing each other, I guess?" you said with a hesitant tone.

You don't really know what you and Evan are. You guess that's why you’re going on a date tonight. To figure out what label to put on your relationship.

She smiled, "Evan is a sweet guy and I've heard he has nothing but good things to say about you, Y/n."

You blushed as Alisa said that. You have nothing but good things to say about him, too. Macee, Alisa and you continued to talk for a bit until Alisa decided to meet back up with Trey. You said goodbye and you and Alisa exchanged phone numbers. It was good to have another friend here in Cincinnati.

Once Alisa left, Macee decided to close the boutique for the night.

You furrowed your brow in confusion. We never close early, especially on a Friday.

"Why are you closing up?

Macee smirked, "Because you Miss Y/l/n, have a date to get ready for," she grabbed your hand, "so come on. I'm going to help you get ready."

meanwhile

Joe's pov:

God you're such an idiot, Joe. I thought to myself as I let out a heavy sigh.

I really didn't mean to start some stupid argument with Y/n. I just let my jealousy get the best of me.

I want her to be happy, I really do, but not with one of my teammates. Hopefully you all don't think I'm crazy and you can see where I'm coming from when I told her my teammates are off limits.

I just don't want things to be awkward. I don't want to come home one night and find my roommate on the couch with one of my best friends. Am I so crazy for NOT wanting that to happen?

I walked into the living room and plopped down on the couch. I couldn't shake the guilt that was building up inside me. My mind wandered to the moment before Y/n walked out. It broke my heart to see her upset. Especially since I was the one that caused it. I said things to her that I shouldn't have said. I wish there was something I could do to make it up to her.

I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I pulled it out and cursed to myself as I saw it was Ja'Marr. (Ja'marr is in bold, Joe is in italics).

Hey Ja-

Burrow, where the fuck you at man?

What?

I'm at Hubbards, we're waitin' on your ass to get here

Shit, *sigh* I totally forgot that was today

Man how the hell did you forget?

I'm sorry! My mind has just been elsewhere today. Y/n and I got into a fight and-

Oooh, trouble in paradise

Oh, shut up.

*laughter* I'm just messin' with you man. What'd you get in an argument over?

It doesn't matter

Uh huh.

Look, I need to come up with a way to make it up to Y/n

That bad huh?

Yeah.

Hold on *silence* Hey Joe!

Hey Emma

Ja'Marr said you needed my help with Y/n.

What do girls like as an “I'm sorry gift"? I’ve never fucked up this bad before, Em.

Well, anytime Sam and I argue we usually just have make-up sex and then -

Yeah nope.

*laugh* You didn't let me finish. Sam will get my favorite takeout and we stay up late watching our favorite movies. That always gets me to forgive him, maybe you should try that with Y/n?

Yeah, I think I can do that. Thanks for the help, Em.

Anytime, Joey. Good luck!

Thanks.

*silence* Aight Joey B, you comin' with us or...?

No, I've got a movie night.

With?

Who do you think?

Lucky you. *smirk* Don't tell shooter

*Eyeroll* Whatever. Well, I gotta go. You and Sam have fun, but not too much fun.

I should be saying that to you. We don't need Joe and Y/n babies .

Good lord...see ya Ja'Marr.

Bye Burrow, be safe while you fuc-

I ended the call and put my phone down on the couch with a sigh. My mind wandered to Y/n. It's been a couple hours since she left. I knew she had to come back at some point, but I wasn't sure when. I wanted the takeout and movies to be ready when she got here, so I figured I should get everything prepared now.

I remembered Y/n telling me that her favorite takeout is bar food, so I ordered a variety of appetizers from my favorite bar in downtown Cincinnati. I'm confident that she will like it as much as I do.

As for the movie, I rented her favorite: How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days. RomComs aren't my favorite, but I'm willing to watch it with Y/n if it makes her happy.

I don't ever get nervous. I like to think I'm a very confident person. Right now though, I am very nervous just thinking about Y/n coming back. I never get this way, about anyone. It feels foreign to me.

But now, all I have to do is wait and hope Y/n will forgive me.

Wish me luck.

~time skip~

Joe's Pov:

I was sitting on the couch fiddling with my thumbs when I heard the apartment door open. I stood from from my spot, gulping when I saw Y/n.

She was wearing black leather pants with a red tank top. Her lips matched her shirt, and her curled black lashes made her Y/e/c eyes pop. Her Y/h/c hair was softly curled, framing her face perfectly.

She looked absolutely beautiful.

No, NO. You cant think like that. I scolded myself internally. I sucked in a breath and stood from the couch, giving her a soft smile as I looked at her.

"Hi."

She smiled, "Hey."

"I uh," I cleared my throat, knowing that my cheeks were now slightly flushed, “you look nice."

"Thanks Joe."

I nodded. It was somewhat tense as Y/n and I just stood looking at each other.

"I'm sor-."

"About earl-."

I chuckled as she let out a laugh.

"You go first." She said, gesturing to me.

"I'm sorry about earlier. I overreacted and was a complete dick. I'm really sorry, Y/n." I rubbed the back of my neck awkwardly as I continued, "I uh, I rented some movies. You're more than welcome to join me, if you don't have other plans."

Y/n frowned, "I have a date Joe, I'm sorry. I just stopped by so I could grab my heels."

I felt my heart drop. I tried my best to hide my faltering smile at the news.

She was going out with Evan.

“No, no that’s okay,” I shrugged, “I was going to watch movies with Ja’Marr anyway so…”

She smiled softly and nodded, “Well, have fun.” She walked past me and to her room, grabbing her shoes and then walking out of the apartment.

“Yeah, you too…” I frowned, disappointment evident in my tone.

I could tell she was still upset about earlier by the way she was quick to leave the apartment. I sat down on the couch, exiting the page that had How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days open. Y/n didn’t even notice the movie on the TV or her favorite takeout sitting on the counter with a note.

So much for my movie night and takeout apology.

hey loves!!

i apologize for how long this chapter is, i got a bit carried away lol

poor joe, right? he’s trying so hard :(

i hope you’re all continuing to enjoy this book!! i’m having a blast writing it!

also, prayers for anybody that has been affected by the severe storms that went through the midwest<3

i love you all and thank you for much for your continued support with this book! more updates coming soon:)

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