#especially when we know how much bill hates him like what would he say to stan with that direct connection of the book??

[nenoname]

still love how the book starts out with stan beating up the statue and taking ford's discarded one dollar bills and then ends with stan completely destroying bill and ripping up money just to spite him

[soobnny]

dating him | hwang hyunjin

❝ i’ve never seen anything quite like you, my love ❞

chan | lee know | changbin | HYUNJIN | han | felix | seungmin | jeongin

hopeless romantic hwang hyunjin

love is beautiful and brilliant hwang hyunjin

yall cannot convince me that he isn’t the BIGGEST lover

romance is in his blood

he is so fascinated by it

so, for that reason, i feel like dating him would be like the love you read about or watch in movies

bc hyunjin would b the type to consume so much of romantic media

it’s where he learned everything from

wow what a dream

he strikes me as the type to fall in love with every little thing too

his eyes is just a lens of romance

and it’s set on YOU

every single love language he has it .. but here are some specifics

love language #1 gift giving

hyunjin is a traveler okay

and in every trip, he always has something to give you

keychains, t-shirts, bags, jewelry, stickers, refrigerator magnets, pins, you name it

even u have to remind him not to go all out sometimes

bc when that boy splurges, he SPENDS

esp for u ? he would spoil u in a heartbeat

he always makes sure he leaves a day of his travels dedicated to u and thinking about u

on that note, he tends to buy u guys matching items

matching phone cases, matching rings, matching scrunchie

whatever u can get that’s matching

he WILL get it

it excites him too

he loves being able to tell the world how in love he is

wait side note

whenever he’s traveling, he’s always just instinctively thinking about you

he buys this bagel for breakfast, oh ???? like hey guys yn loves bagels too

and the boys r like WE KNOWWWW 😭

everything is about u quite literally

ok continuing on

and he gifts u his art too

his art is very important to him

and he has found lately, u are the one person littering his sketch books

oh he’s down bad

i think for ur anniversary, he’d paint the constellations of how the stars looked that night and aligned perfectly

or his favorite picture of you

down bad that he also buys u a shit ton of dresses

and lingerie ………….

look he knows his fashion

he knows what looks great

u can’t blame him for buying what he knows will look so pretty on you

(he’d probably give u his card one time and say “go crazy” like wow he’s packed)

#2 quality time

i think his favorite dates would also be expensive

he just can’t help himself

BUT u know he has a sweet spot for self care dates too

spa days are very important to him

loves being able to relax and unwind with u

he especially loves when u play with his hair and when u paint his nails

one time, u caught him stealing one of your nail polishes

would also be the type to bring some bit of you in his travels

like ur perfume or ur shampoo

anything that’ll remind him of u

tho ur scent is his favorite

hence why he goes for perfumes or soap or shampoos bc u feel closer to him this way

he just loves being with u even if both of u are doing nothing

just like that bruno major song

conversations where u lose track of time

conversations as in talking shit about the people you hate together

😭😭😭😭

i think he’d want to paint with u

he’d be so shy to ask you too

just simple things

that cute date idea where you swap paintings every 5 mins or something

when u showed him that tiktok, he jumped in excitement

he wanted to do it right away

he prepares everything

he has both ur paintings framed in his room

it’s his most prized posession

oh, and he always invites u to game nights with the boys

he is SO competitive at monopoly

he couldn’t give two shits about other games

u don’t know why he gets so worked up with monopoly

“SEUNGMIN DONT DO IT SEUNGMIN!!!!”

it’s actually rly funny

he would be the type to take revenge

“you’re gonna regret buying a house there”

would cheer if his friends go to jail in the game or if they go bankrupt

doesn’t even try to hide it

and if he’s playing as the banker, he’d slip in extra bills for you

#3 words of affirmation

tho usually said when he thinks u’re asleep

he’s thankful that u take care of him when he forgets to

esp when he’s so immersed in his art

he whispers words of love

like poets and authors in books

he is just so full of love i can’t say it enough

physical touch except instead of touch, he loves kissing you

LIPS AND NECK ESPECIALLY

those are his top 2

he uses tongue 😕 sorry to break it to u

and he also leaves hickeys

so don’t run out of concealer okay!!!!!!! bc he tends to leave like a lot

before i end

here r some more dates he loves

botanical gardens

he’d pick a flower and place it behind your ear

now it’s his lockscreen

sunday markets

he loves the domesticity of shopping together

he buys u lots of flowers

every single type

u think he’s given u all types already

there is never a day where ur apartment doesn’t have flowers in a vase

bc as soon as the first sign of death arrives, he’s off to buy u new ones

he strikes me as the type to also go all out for valentines

hyunjin would send u mounts of chocolates and flowers

take u out to the fanciest date

u get to try new food and cuisines bc of him!

might even buy plane tickets so u two could travel together

maaaaaaaan just treasure everything

a love like hyunjin’s is hard to come by

note. credits to user @.luvknow for the layout of this post! let me know what you think! please discuss these with me i’m crazy

[rockrosethistle]

If there's one thing TGWDLM fans are gonna do, it's think about the implications. And the implications of the opening number are crazy.

So. We know that the show isn't completely chronological since the opening number takes place before the meteor hits. So that song is a sort of "flash forward" moment. But when you think about it, we don't really know how far in the future it takes place.

What we do know is that by the time it's happening, Emma is infected. She has a little solo in it singing about how Paul is pining over a barista

And we know that this is meant to be an infected Emma specifically. Lauren had other characters in the show, if they wanted to avoid the Emma implication they would've just dressed her as one of those.

So we know this is meant to be Emma.

And Emma isn't infected until the very end of the show. She's dragged off stage during the credits. So since she's infected in the opening number, we know the number takes place after the events of the show.

Another important detail is that Paul is infected before Emma. He's the one that passes it on to her.

So back to the opening number, Emma is infected. Which means by just following a simple timeline, Paul must also be infected. He should be singing and dancing, right?

But that's not what happens. Paul misses his entrance.

If Paul is infected, then there's no reason he should be missing his entrance. Furthermore, if he's a part of a hive mind, there's no reason other members of the same hive mind shouldn't know where he is. They are literally all connected by one brain, and yet both Mr. Davidson and Bill express they have no clue where he went.

What I'm saying is that Paul is not infected. He was infected (again, we know that because Emma is infected and he was infected before her) but now he's not anymore.

I'm saying there's a way out of the hive, and Paul found it. That's the only explanation that makes sense given the facts of the situation. Sometime after the events of tgwdlm, Paul is able not only to break out the hive mind, but to hide from it.

And if he broke out, others could do the same. Maybe even Emma.

Edit because a countertheory has emerged: Yes it's possible that everyone is infected the entire time and the show itself is just Pokey replaying the events for the fun of it. But it seems unlikely to me. First of all, each of the Lords in Black has a distinct personality. They all are evil, but within that they seems to fall somewhere on a spectrum of "silly billy" to "prick." For example, Tinky is more of a silly billy. He toys with humans without much of a motive and more for just shits and giggles. But in every instance, Pokey's more on the extreme side of prick.

He's one of the few with an actual motive behind what he does. In Yellowjacket, it's confirmed that Pokotho hates the sound of anyone's voice except for his own. The events of TGWDLM don't happen because Pokey is bored, they happen because he is executing a plan. So I don't think that he would just have them play out their little scenario just to entertain him, especially just one small island? I just feel like he'd be more focused on world domination.

If the theory is that all this is happening after Pokey's already taken over the whole world, no one was successful in stopping him, then yes it's plausible, but still weird. There are a strange amount of things in that show you just think an eldritch god wouldn't include.

Edit 2: New evidence has emerged???

The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals is loosely based off of Invasion of The Body Snatchers. Paul's last name is even a nod to the main character, Matthew. At the end of the film, Matthew survives, and continues living among the infected, pretending to be one of them. And wouldn't that be just such a fun little parallel...

Obviously it doesn't prove anything but the source material doesn't lie folks.

[mychapel-004]

watching people fight over how canon the book of bill is while completely mischaracterising bill is such a strange experience

yes he’s a liar. yes he’s a manipulator. yes he is so distant from any semblance of humanity that he is literally incapable of regret, empathy or remorse, or at least admitting to himself that he feels it.

but he’s also TERRIBLE at it. he’s a total loser. he’s objectively bad at the one task he’s spent lifetimes on. throughout history he attempts to sweet talk many, many different figures into building his portal and it rarely goes down well. multiple civilisations are aware of his existence and the sole reason we know this is because they hated him and invented their own ways of keeping him out. he has been consistently rejected by humanity at every turn, only coming close to completing his goal when he literally possessed a dead man and formed a cult.

ford is the only person who really, truly fell for the act. not just that, but bill didn’t even have to pretend to physically be someone else to get him hooked. ford took him as he was.

all this to say, bill is absolutely a grifter who will say anything to get what he wants, which means a lot of BOB is just sweet talk, carrot and stick, he’s just saying what the reader wants to hear. but that’s not the important bit.

bill is a liar but he wraps the truth up in layers of misdirection, doublespeak and lies. a monster really did destroy his homeworld. him and ford really were going to change the world. he even addresses this in the book, he lies until it becomes the truth. a lot of bill’s characterisation is shown in the gaps between his lies, it’s all in the fault lines, in a similar way to stan. he’s a very meta character, but ultimately he’s still a character and he still behaves in ways that are designed to convey meanings to the audience.

of course he’s lying in the book of bill, but he’s also telling the truth, in addition to bits of info from other sources that he is unable to edit like the theraprism section. it’s fun to have a character who lies a lot, but it would be a pointless exercise to have an entire book be non-canon and false, especially when we get much more interesting character work from the parts where he runs out of lies and his only options are desperate truths.

anyway. people wanting to enjoy canon info in a canon book isn’t just them “being easily manipulated” or stupid, and you aren’t a better fan for not believing it

[yan-randomfandom]

Theraprism!Bill Cipher & GoLB!Reader

[DRABBLE] had a chat w my friend abt Golb from Adventure Time, and with the stronger-than-bill godly reader fics here rn, i got this idea! although this isn't romance, just pure mockery between cosmic beings

∆

You smiled. His bulging eye narrowed in return.

"Oh, Billy, you never fail to look just like your parents when you're at your worst."

He grew drastically larger in size, overwhelmed with rage and hatred, but the white room only limits him from becoming his full potential. The red color that dominated his body overpowered any other light, and Bill Cipher truly, desperately hated that fact.

As an embodiment of chaos and destruction, you oversee every detail, even the smallest speck, within your domain. Though, who's to say that everything already isn't within you?

And, of course... This guy?

"When they said I had a special guest today, I didn't expect it to be you, GOLB," he seethed, jabbing a finger at the glass separating you two. The action didn't really mean much when his enormous, glowing eye was taking the entirety of your vision.

"So, what? You came here to mock me? Aren't you supposed to be out destroying universes or something?"

Your smile widened. "Who said I wasn't?"

Bill paused, falling silent as he shrank back to his original size. His red hue turned yellow. Shame. He looked best when he was his father's color.

...

"Well, shucks," he scoffed, leaning back in his chair. "I suppose I should feel honored you’re here. Never realized I’d caught your attention, you freak."

"Always have. Especially after that little fiasco back on earth," you mused, a chuckle escaping your mouth. "I just came by to see how you're doing. You don't look so hot, Bill Cipher."

"Ugh, what, are you about to lecture me on how a human beat me?" he sneered as he crossed his arms. "Because I promise you he didn't—"

"Humans... are peculiar," you interrupted his rant early. Apparently, he didn't appreciate that and glared at you. "They have something we otherworldly beings don't. You know, if I had the choice, I'd choose to be human."

Bill sighed rather dramatically. "All those sappy feelings and weak bodies? You should be glad we don't have that. It's stupid, just dumb!"

To his surprise, you stood up. Well, being an entity like yourself, your time is strict. He's lucky enough he got to talk to you.

"Of course you would say that," you chided, meeting his gaze. The glowing crack on his body intensified in response. "And, yet, the Pines family defeated you using only their bond."

He doesn't reply.

"...I'm just saying that I miss Earth, my home. If I had known you actually had any chance of succeeding, I would have destroyed you already."

...

"Anyway, good talk. It was a pleasure to meet you," you remarked, bowing your head.

Bill quietly stared at your leaving human form. You are the ultimate disrespect Bill has ever encountered in his lifetime.

Right next to Stanley Pines.

∆

BONUS:

The axolotl blinked at you. "Being kinder to Bill was an option. We're trying to better him, after all."

You shrugged. "Look, Gills, I don't know the future, but what I do know is that I haven't met a being like him in a long, long time."

Bill Cipher is a stupid pest who got his powers from his own mistakes. Now, he chases over nothing.

if u dunno em, this is OG golb from adventure time! erm golb looking like a baby but feel free to change how u look like lol, we have imagination!!

just gonna outright say it,,, GOLB!reader used to be human! Just like Golbetty!!!

DEAREST WRITERS, IF YOU LIKE THE IDEA OF GOLB!READER, FEEL FREE TO MAKE YOUR OWN VERSION TOO!!! GIVE US FOOD PLS PLS AND TAG ME 👉👈

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Hello!! Could you do headcanons of how Bill and Tom would talk about their gf in an interview?

(Hello! Sure I can! Enjoy!)

Kaulitz Twin Gf Talks

Bill Kaulitz

I feel like he's more shy when talking about you

Yeah, he'll say how you met and stuff

He's by no means ashamed of your relationship

He just doesn't really like talking about it publicly

To your friends and his friends and family, yeah!

He's cool with talking about you for hours

But in interviews and with the public he would rather be private

Especially with fans because they could be pretty crazy when they find out one of them could be dating

He would just rather have a more private relationship

But he will say how y'all met, how is going, that you love him and he loves you

Tom is teasing him about you a lot

When you're mentioned he gets a bit flustered

Once they even showed pictures of him and you paparazzi caught

You guys were even caught kissing and he felt like dying because of how much he was trying to hide

He was so giddy during it but the kissing picture was a bit much

He hates when people ask to personally questions

He just hates them especially when they say something bad about you

He won't answer their questions after more of they do

All and all, he's happy to talk about basics, but would much rather keep the loving Bill he is with you, with you!

Tom Kaulitz

Tom is shameless when it comes to taking about you

We all know the interviews and how he is with them

He can be charming, flirty and even a bit of needing to shush

He just says whatever he wants and what comes to mind

Especially when it's with you

They can ask anything and he'll say whatever the hell he wants and what comes to mind

He'll even throw suggestive shit in their just to see the audience reaction

He is very proud and open to talking about you

Will answer any question from to how you met to how it feels kissing you

If anyone tries to tease him with like comments about the relationship he just agree

It's kinda cute on how he is so proud and willingly to show off the relationship

He doesn't mind questions and he doesn't care what the questions are

If you aren't comfortable with some questions being asked he's fine with it

Will tone it down a bit and will try his best

Paparazzi and interviewers do bring up pictures of you guys a lot though when questions turn to the relationship

He was shameless when they showed a picture of you guys sneaking away and practically making out

Bill, Gustav and Georg were dying when they saw it and Tom was just u bothered as usual

When it comes to fans he likes teasing and a bit of taunting them when they ask about you

Like he got with you and they don't have a chance

He doesn't really flirt or do what he usually does with fans wtb you anymore really

Just a flirty comment here and there

Interviewers bring up how he "changed" due to the relationship a bit

But he'll be open about how you'll skin him alive if he does his shit again

He is a whipped simp now and that's thanks to you!

[artsymeeshee]

Hello! I just found your laundry list of art last week, and I have to say…I LOVE IT! Love the instinct comics, Ford being cool never ceases to make me giggle, and I loved the autumn drawing. I’ll admit, that one had me in tears…made be believe in the what-if’s of my own family. What they…could be like someday. Or what I wish they were. Thanks for the tears, they were much needed.

 Anyway! This is what I came to message you about! Although,…I am extremely sorry for the late message. I tend to check back into tumblr at…weird hours of the night. Heck, it’s almost the next day as I type this. I seriously need to sleep more. So! I had a few thoughts on Stan and Ford relationship, and I wanted to hear your thoughts on it. Just a disclaimer, I’m kinda basing this off my actual life as I find these characters mirror personal events very closely! I am also a writer and soon to be author! Might post some archive of our own content about these two soon. Also, and this is the most important, I have NOT read book of Bill yet. So plz…no spoilers. Anyway, long introduction aside, let’s begin!

In my personal head cannon of these two, which I don’t imagine is “too” different than how anyone else could see them, Stan and Ford have an extremely awkward and emotional conversation after Weirdmagedon. Why? B/c they’re both, to some degree, emotionally numb. In my opinion, why wouldn’t they? They haven’t spoken to each other in 40 years, properly, and they have repressed a ton of their emotions since then. It’s hard to bring that back up. (Speaking off of experience) I’d say even harder for Ford. Stan, thanks to the twins, has learned to loosen the locks on his heart while Ford kept running away from those emotions to defeat Bill. Just like his ambitions, that was the main priority, and everything else later. To me, this would explain why Ford never bothered to talk to Stan properly since coming back during the show. He wouldn’t know how to. If they were to talk, and this is where the writer in me comes out, I’d write Ford as the one that needs it most. He’s been traveling dimension for decades, running from the past that held him back…but he has no anchor now. Stan becomes that anchor, paralleling what he wasn’t when Ford was lost. And Ford…he just breaks. Like, completely breaks. And Stan is there with him, breaking like he is, but still there for him brother. Finally back after all those years apart. And as someone who has been on the side of neglect from one’s own brother…nothing would be me happier if we went to connect. Just like Stanley and Ford. And eventually, soon to be sailing on the seas to connect even more.

Phew…that was a lot. Sorry for the rambling. Told you I had some ideas! So, what do you think? Do you see Ford acting like this? If not…why? Genuinely, I’d like to know. Anyway, thanks for taking your time to read this. Again, sorry for the ramblings. Oh! One more thing, I know you aren’t taking art request right now, but would you be open to take them in the future? Say in 2 months time? Anyway, bye!

Well first off, thank you! I appreciate it! :D

And to answer your headcanon, I agree on it. Stan is definitely more open to talking, especially thanks to the kids. I mean there's still moments where it's hard and awkward for sure. And Ford would for sure have a harder time opening up, especially with the constant guilt and mistakes that replay over and over. And there's always that lingering feeling of "well, Stan has to hate me for what I've done" and it's always so surprising when Stan tells him differently and he never once hated Ford. Sure, was angry but never hated him. He had too much self-hatred to feel that way with Ford. And as many times as it needs to be said or repeated, it really makes all the difference when they tell each other how much they love and care for each other. As Alex said, "they're both so damaged, they desperately need each other."

As for the requests thing, most likely not. Only because I'm entering the busiest time of year for my work so it's gonna be a miracle if I even have enough energy or motivation for drawing if I'm not completely burnt out.

[divorcedfiddleford]

You made a post saying “it has been zero days since our last alex hirsch hates ford so much bullshit” and i know it was mostly hyperbole, but you have some really good takes that I would love to be elaborated on in terms of how ford is written

it really wasn't hyperbolic. over the years he's just really shown a lot of hatred towards this one character.

content warning: discussion of abuse

i want to start with this clip from the commentary which i think of as a microcosm for how the writers and especially alex think about ford.

transcript:

rob renzetti: i mean he [mcgucket] should've basically knocked ford out, and... and destroyed the... you know, tied him up, and, destroyed... and... alex hirsch, speaking over him: yeah he should've beat ford with a wrench and taken this thing apart piece by piece! he's the one who understood how to built [sic] it, but...

... so that seems like a pretty violent course of action. shall we unpack that?

ford is a character who's pretty explicitly written as a victim of abuse, and who now has c-ptsd as a direct result of the abuse he experienced. alex hirsch believes that ford deserved everything bad that happened to him, that it's ford's own fault, and that he also deserved worse things to happen to him. this is why, given every narrative chance, alex hirsch has piled more suffering onto ford's plate. the biggest example of this i can think of is in the journal, when he wrote that fiddleford was actively erasing ford's memory (despite this being a massive timeline contradiction which i still refuse to accept). because god forbid ford even have one remotely healthy relationship with somebody. that would be too good for him. ford was manipulated and lied to by bill, but alex repeatedly compares him to icarus, a teenager whose demise was the result of his own ignorance. this comparison is still so fucking offensive to me. the sun did not lie to icarus, did not guarantee icarus all of the happiness and success and sense of belonging which he had been denied all his life, did not actively shut out the voices of those around him who would try to help him.

alex in general has a very strange relationship with abuse. he seems to get really upset when people read his characters as victims of abuse. the strongest instance of this is actually not with ford, it's with pacifica - especially in the nwmm episode commentary. the episode says "pacifica's parents have conditioned her to respond to a bell" and alex says people got "the wrong idea" about it. like. dude. what the fuck. you wrote abuse. even if you didn't mean to, that's what you wrote. you can't say people got "the wrong idea" just because you didn't think about the subtext of what you were writing. anyway, back to ford: i believe this extends to him as well. alex wanted to write a character who's a foil to stan and who was a selfish unlikable victim of his own arrogance. however that's not what he wrote. he somehow seemingly accidentally wrote a really compelling and relatable awesome autistic guy who had to fight for every good thing he he ever had in his life only for it to be taken from him every single time. but alex can't let go of seeing ford as just "the opposite of stan". when he talks about "how someone as smart as ford could fall for bill's tricks", he refuses to realize he wrote a situation in which a man was being psychologically manipulated and tortured.

it goes back further, too. people repeatedly theorized that filbrick was... not a very good father, to say the least. on top of the very explicit and canon fact that he threw one of his children out on the street (seriously, there is no defense for this), people pointed out that stan would flinch at filbrick, that ford seemed upset by things filbrick said but dared not talk back, that filbrick was mad at stan not for hurting his brother, but for "costing the family potential millions". but alex can't have people seeing ford as sympathetic. ford can't have it bad like stan did. ford had to have everything and he lost it all because he sucks so much. so he wrote the graphic novel story where ford is filbrick's favorite child and filbrick also is not even a bad parent you guys he's just stoic. ignore the whole thing in dreamscaperers where stan perpetuates the abuse that filbrick did to him. ignore the fact that ford was shouting at stan and then completely shut up as soon as filbrick entered the room and did not say another word for the rest of the night. ignore all that because i just made up this story where he cries at a present from stan. filbrick loved his boys for sure you guys!!!

i'm not even touching on how alex repeatedly villainizes traits commonly associated with mental illness and neurodivergence. ford's hypervigilance becomes arrogance. his passion for knowledge means he's a know-it-all. his difficulty socializing and making friends means he's a misanthrope. his lingering resentment for the way he was raised means he hates his brother and is the worst human being to ever have lived. i could go on, go even further into how the finale reaffirms this, but i feel weird talking about this too much.

[formulafics]

For the blurb reader dealing with the hate of dating a driver and them comforting her.

MRS. ALL AMERICAN, but make it a blurb

well, it may be a few months later, but here it is!! i so hope you love it rena 😔🙏🏻 also im living up to that conversation we had about me dropping things without warning 😼 this also lowkey made me wanna start writing again so 👀

MRS. ALL AMERICAN | SMAU (i’d suggest reading this before you read the blurb!)

Initially, the comments didn’t bother you. In fact, you found yourself amused at many of them, being so unbelievably absurd and far from the truth. A part of you also know it was inevitable. The internet is cruel, and along with that, your relationship moved much faster than most in this day and age. So, for the time being, it wasn’t hard to just ignore them, especially since you were so certain that Alex would be your endgame. To which, he is.

Now, months later, with rings on your fingers, there’s not a shred of doubt in your mind, regarding your relationship with Alex. It’s only getting better by the day, and you couldn’t ask for a better partner. That being said, the comments didn’t stop. Frankly, you’ve started to think they’re getting worse, and unfortunately, it’s becoming harder for you to ignore them.

Alex is not oblivious to your shift in mood. He can see it clearly, especially now as he gazes at you from across the table. His eyes glance down to your hands, watching you pick apart the food on your plate, food that you usually would be ‘going to town on’ (as logan says). His brows furrow as he looks at your face, his heart sinking at the strange sadness that lingers within your expression.

“Are you okay?” He asks softly, eyes meeting yours when you look at him. You swallow a lump in your throat, one you didn’t even realize was there, before answering him. “Yeah,” you respond flatly, huffing briefly. Your chest is tight, leaving you to feel like you can’t suck in enough air. Your response isn’t exactly what Alex hoped to hear, the man being slightly stumped on what to do or say.

He waits a few moments, but the longer you both sit in silence, the more the whole situation weighs on the both of you. “You can talk to me,” Alex assures you, eyes hopeful that you’ll open up to him. You sigh, setting your fork down. You lean forward, resting your arms on the table to close the distance between you and him, and he mirrors your movements, making it feel as if you both are in a more private setting.

“It’s just,” you pause, trying to think of how to word things. “The comments — they’re getting worse, I think,” you say it quietly, the aforementioned lump returning to your throat. Alex’s expression softens, and he simply nods. “Yeah,” he responds. Before anything else can be said, the waitress is at your table, and after confirming that you’re done eating, Alex asks for the bill.

By the time you’re walking out of the restaurant and headed to the car, you’re almost in tears. You squeeze Alex’s hand in yours, unintentionally bumping into his side as you walk to the car. When you do finally reach it, he guides you to the passenger side, but rather than opening the door, he engulfs you in a hug. Just like that, the tears begin to fall from your eyes, and you hug him back, nuzzling your face into his jacket. He doesn’t say anything yet, and just rests his head on yours, his hand soothingly rubbing your back.

He waits until your crying slows, then kisses your head. “I’m sorry about the comments - I know it’s hard,” he says against your hair, and you just nod in response, hugging him impossibly tighter. “You smell good,” you say quietly, lifting the mood slightly. He chuckles, making the corners of your lips pull upwards. “Thank you,” he hums. You look up at him, a small smile on your lips. Even though there’s still weight on your shoulders, you can’t help the smile, or the way your heart speeds up when you look at him.

He tilts his head down and presses a kiss against your lips - a soft, short one. “I wish I could do more,” he says earnestly, resting his forehead on yours. “I know,” you respond, knowing that he probably needs some reassurance too.

A few moments pass, the both of you stood there in comfortable silence with your eyes closed, soft gusts of wind breezing past you. Alex inhales, then pulls away, but doesn’t go too far just yet. “I just hope you know that everything they say is complete bullshit, and that i’m genuinely so happy with you,” He says, his eyes glimmering with honesty in a way that makes your heart squeeze in your chest. “Me too,” you respond, pressing another kiss to his lips. Slowly, the lingering weight on your shoulders finally dissipates as Alex opens the passenger door, holding your hand until you’re in the seat. He bends down, a silly grin on his face. “I love you so much,” he says, making you smile. “I love you.” you respond, watching as he closes the door, then walks around the car, taking his place in the drivers seat.

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[justcallmeremus]

The current Ford hate on TT is insane to me.

“He didn’t care about Stan!”

I’m sorry what? This is the same Ford that, in the ripped out pages from the journal in Book Of Bill, stated “Stanley could have made her laugh” when he was referring to the waitress and him having a poor interaction. Meaning he had fond thoughts of his brother even during a time when he wasn’t talking to him.

Another direct quote is referring to the telephone booth scene

“‘HEY BROTHER, IT’S SIXER. I’M GOING TO TAKE A SWIM IN THE FROZEN LAKE TOMORROW, AND I MIGHT NOT COME BACK, SO IF YOU DON’T HEAR FROM ME, I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT IT’S BECAUSE I NEVER LOVED YOU. BUH-BYEEEEE’

My heart was in my throat until I heard the dial tone…”

Ford was in a state of anxiety from the idea of the last thing Stan potentially ever hearing from him was that he [Ford] never loved him [Stan]. That shows he cares for his brother I do not care what you say. Even in a spat such as theirs Ford showed in small ways that he did care for Stan.

“Oh but during the portal scene(s) he was mean to Stan!!!”

“If Stan was sucked into the portal we know Ford wouldn’t have helped”

In the first scene where Stan and Ford are at the portal arguing Ford is in an extreme state of paranoia due to the lack of sleep and stress Bill has put on his body.

The second one Ford has just returned from what we can only imagine as a traumatic experience, fighting for his life in another dimension, oh right yes the dimension that very portal leads to and that Ford was trying to make sure couldn’t link the two worlds.

If they had swapped places and Ford didn’t know the extent of what was on the other side, because remember Fiddleford was the only one who had seen the other side before this moment, I bet Ford would’ve done anything to get Stan back, and then when Stan returned, if he knew that the portal linked the two dimensions at this point, Stan would probably be upset too! Wondering why his smart brother would risk total destruction on this town just to get him back!

“He didn’t thank Stan for everything he did to get Ford back!!!”

Yes, of course he should be grateful that his brother brought him home but also if Stan managed to get the portal running then Ford knows that Stan read his journals and also knows those dangers and once again he’s disregarded the consequences of his actions in Ford’s eyes.

“Erm why didn’t he use his grant money to help the fam…kinda selfish!!!”

Do you not know how grant money works? You can’t just use it for whatever you want! You have to use it in relation to your studies! He built himself a lab with his grant money to do research, like he’s supposed to. If he hadn’t used it as intended guess what! He’d have to pay it back!!! Out of pocket!

“Making Dipper his apprentice was kinda weird like what about school…”

There’s schools in Gravity Falls??? Like did you forget there were other people his age going to school in the area?? Also, Dipper expressed interest in the things Ford spent his life studying.

Dipper read the journal like it was his whole world and Ford basically had found someone to relay and teach all the things he learned to, which would allow Dipper to learn far more than he could anywhere else, especially if this is a field of study Dipper would like to pursue!!

I’d like to add that Stan also never apologized for ruining Ford’s project, even if it was an accident generally you apologize for things you do accidentally if it impacted someone you love so greatly. Instead he said how they could just travel instead of Ford going off to school, completely disregarding how that made his brother feel.

If there was an apology. If there was an explanation. Ford most likely would have forgiven Stan much sooner.

“I just don’t like Ford”

And that’s fine! You’re allowed to not like a character! No one is forcing you to like him, but when you’re saying you don’t like him and these are your defenses? Your argument and reasonings fall flat.

I love both Stan and Ford deeply and do not view one as better over the other, but the way the fandom holds Ford way more accountable than Stan is insane to me. The way Stan can repeatedly put people in danger and/or do things without thinking about the consequences is a valid thing to critique just like any of Ford’s actions.

Oookay long rant over.

TLDR; Stop blaming Ford for everything, picking and choosing what parts of canon about him you use for arguments, hold Stan more accountable.

[honeytama]

ok i knowww i should be writing smth else or doing laundry or napping BUT mean! matt x fem!reader

smutty 18+ thoughts under the cut

cw: degradation

i’m thinking! your matt’s gf, have been for maybe X number of months, and things have been pretty vanilla so far,, which surprised you at first considering the number of times you confided in him in your kinks and fetishes,, different positions you liked,, toys you liked to use,, etc etc

but he just never would share anything about his sexual fantasies?

when you would tell him yours, he would say smth like “oh, that’s cool” or “oh i didn’t know you were into that” or “ok maybe we can try a little bit of that tonight” but not much else and then move on from the subject

sooooo one day, yall are out and about and ending the night with a nice dinner… and the older couple beside you is being complete assholes to their server?!

matt starts off with an eye roll

and then matt’s talking to you LOUDLY about how their being fucking annoying and should just finish their food and leave

and then starts to blatantly stare at them hoping they notice him and get embarrassed

and when they do finish their meal? the server returns to the table to ask if they meant to not leave a tip on their expensive ass bill…

matt’s up from his seat and fuming , nearly red in the face, and practically barking at the couple to tip the nice young lady or GTFO. they end up cowering with their tails between their legs and matt huffs.

he pulls out his wallet to hand their server a fifty before returning to his meal with you, “baby, sorry, they were pissing me off.”

he holds his hand in yours across the table, “i hope i didn’t embarrass you.”

you don’t even feel embarrassed. you’re proud. and frankly extremely horny.

knowing matt for some time, being friends before dating and such,,, you know he has a mean streak; he likes to fight, likes to be a dick. and mostly it’s in good fun, especially with you.

but since you’ve started being his girlfriend it went away ? he hates everyone BUT you. you’re his sweet little light.

sometimes you wish he would push you around and tease you and degrade you like he did when you were just friends…. so when you get home, you tell him that

“i didn’t know you thought that was … uh , hot and okay to do?” he stammers. “that’s what i fantasize about.”

“why haven’t you shared that?” you ask, whining.

“i was nervous i guess.. i didn’t want you to know what i really want to do to you,, with you … i just don’t want to hurt you,” he takes your face in his hands and looks directly into your eyes. “do you really want it?”

“please, matty baby…” you nod vigorously.

and with that, a switch flips

your back is pushed up against the wall of of his kitchen,, his lips instantly connecting to yours and then your neck and chest. his hands go up under the back of your dress and grip your ass cheeks hard, massaging them in his hands. he pulls away to give a hard smack to them with his palm,, you let out a needy cry :(

he laughs and holds your chin tight, “all those times you would tell me about how you wanted to be choked, to be tied up, for me spit in your mouth, for me to put it in your ass (the list goes on), i should’ve known you were a freak. i should’ve done this much sooner, knowing you liked me being mean so much.”

so you two spend that night and every other night of the week trying all the things he would hide from you in his head.

his hands around your throat

him spitting in your open mouth and onto your sopping cunt

wrapping his hands around your wrists to keep you from pushing him away as he overstimulates you into tears and shaking orgasms,, over and over again

abusing your clit with your magic wand as he pumps into you with that thick, 8incher he’s so cocky about

practicing playing with your tight little ass so that one day he can dp you himself ,,, his dick in your hole while his fingers are hooked into your pussy. or by using one of the dildos that you love so much :/

and just saying mean, mean things :( all the while you’re smiling giggling kicking your feet

“i’ll cum in your mouth, your whore cunt doesn’t deserve it” “unless you beg for it”

“such a freak, loving the feel of my hands around your pretty neck…”

“dumb slut”… “pretty little cockwhore”

in your relationship, that continues to be your dynamic. he hates everyone but you and you looooove it. matt is a sweetie to you in the streets, a meanie in the sheets lul

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@exitwoundsx SIGH 😭😩

[alittlebitofloveliness]

hiii idk if ur still taking requests or not but if u are literally any kind of darry angst would be amazing 🤗🤗

Hi anon! This is a bit more Curtis brothers angst but Darry centric exploring what might have happened if the Curtis parents died two years earlier. Please lmk what you think!

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“Please” Darry begs, “I’ll be eighteen in a month. A month! I swear I can take care of them. Please don’t do this.”

“I’m sorry,” the social worker says, and to her credit she does sound like she means it, “Since you're almost eighteen and because you’ve provided me with adequate proof you can support yourself I’m going to allow you to remain here at this time, but Sodapop is only fourteen and Ponyboy just turned twelve. They need a real guardian.”

“I can be their guardian,” Darry vows. It’s wrong they’re even having this conversation. His college acceptance letter sits on his desk, his football trophies on the shelf and yet he’d give all of it away in a heartbeat for this crackpot old woman to see sense, to understand that he’s just lost both of his parents and he cannot lose his brothers too. Why doesn’t she understand that? “You said it yourself, I can support myself. I can support them too. The lawyer said Mom and dad left me the house. I can officially claim it in a month, and I can cover bills until then. I already got three offers for another job, and I know how to cook and clean and drive-”

“Darrel,” the social worker cuts him off firmly but kindly, “this has nothing to do with whether or not you are capable. In fact, from what I’ve seen, and the frankly remarkable job you’ve done holding your family together I’d be more than happy to help you petition for guardianship of your brothers at a later time, if it’s still something you feel strongly about doing, but the fact of the matter is that almost eighteen is not the same as eighteen. You are not a legal adult, and you cannot be your brothers’ legal guardian until you are. It doesn’t matter how responsible or adult you are right now. It can’t happen.”

“Please,” Darry implores, “you can’t take them. We just lost mom and dad, I can’t lose them too.”

“I really am sorry,” she says, “and I mean it when I say I will help you try and get guardianship in a month. But I can’t let them stay with you right now, and honestly? Maybe it’s a good thing. I know you love your brothers but guardianship would mean putting your life on hold until Ponyboy turns eighteen- eight years from now. You couldn’t go to college, travel, do much of anything really. This month will give you time to think that over, decide if it’s something you’re truly prepared to do.”

Anger, bright and hot as a supernova bursts in his chest.

“I would do anything to keep them. Anything. I don’t want college or sports or nothing if it means they’d be stuck in some foster home with people who don’t care anything about them.”

“We make sure all our foster parents are vetted very carefully-”

“Yeah, sure,” Darry scoffs, “I know a dozen kids who grew up in the foster system. I’m sure all those bruises were just from kids being kids, especially the handprints. With all due respect, I think you’ve forgotten what part of town you're in. East side kids never end up in the good homes.”

“I’m sorry you feel that way.”

“Save your apologies,” Darry chokes, ashamed to feel hot tears start to prick his eyes, “it’s clear your mind is made up and ain’t nothing I can do to change it.”

“I promise you, I will help you try and get them back. As soon as you're eighteen.”

“I’ll call you the minute the clock hits midnight on my birthday,” Darry threatens, “see if I won’t.”

“That’s fair,” the social worker smiles but Darry refuses to smile back. He hates her, for all she is trying to be as kind and helpful as she can. She’s going to take his brothers away. To him, she can only ever be a villain, “you guys can stay together here one more night while I sort out placements for Ponyboy and Sodapop. I’ll be back at ten tomorrow morning. Do you want to tell your brothers or should I?”

Well Darry sure as hell isn’t going to break their hearts, and Ms. Summers has done a good enough job already of shattering what remained of his own.

“You do it,” he spits, “I ain’t gonna ruin their lives.”

Her sympathy has run deep enough that pity now reigns on her face and she ignores his attitude, the way she has ignored all his attitude so far. It’s more than he probably deserves. He still hates her for it.

“No,” Soda says before Ms. Summers has even finished explaining, his brown eyes shining with a primal sort of fear that puts another crack in Darry’s already broken heart. Soda was made to be grinning, not meant to ever look so terrified, “no you ain’t puttin’ me in no foster house. Me’n my brothers are stayin’ right here, together, thank you very much.”

“I’m afraid I wasn’t asking,” Ms. Summers says, still talking in that infuriatingly gentle tone. 

Soda- easygoing, sweet Sodapop, who called ladies ma’am without fail, who everyone adored- glares at her, backing away the way a cornered animal might.

“I ain’t going! I ain’t! And you ain't taking Pony neither! Darry ain’t gonna let you take us, right Dar?”

He looks at him, brown eyes wide and desperate in his face, and Darry knows things will never be the same after this because it’s his job to protect Soda and Pony, always has been and always will be, and yet right now he is failing to do just that and Soda may never forgive him for it.

“Soda…”

“No!” He’s crying now, tears running freely down his face as he clutches Ponyboy close to his side, arm falling protectively around their baby brother’s tiny shoulders because Pony- whose eyes are the same sort of haunted they’ve been since mom and dad died, and whose face shows nothing but terrified resignation- hasn’t hit his growth spurt yet. Because he’s twelve. Only twelve.

“I know this is hard for you” Ms Summers continues, “and I’m going to do my best to make sure you and Ponyboy get placed together, but you can’t stay with Darry right now.”

“Why not? He’s good at bein’ a guardian. Shit, I’ve eaten more vegetables in the last week than I ever did when mom and Dad were alive-

“Because Darry isn’t eighteen.” Ms. Summers cuts him off, “and you need to be at least eighteen for the government to consider granting guardianship.”

“I’m gonna get you back,” Darry promises, ignoring the social worker and instead locking eyes with his brothers, first Soda, then Pony, “I swear it, as soon as I turn eighteen I’m gonna get you back and you can come home and we’ll all be together again. But we gotta behave if I’m gonna have any chance at all, so please stop arguin’. I don’t like this any more than you do but we gotta-” he clears his throat, “we gotta play ball, ok kiddo? We gotta do what we’re told.”

Soda gives the social worker one more murderous glance, but pulls himself together, a mask of eerie calm overtaking his features. “Fine.”

“Ill see you all tomorrow then. I can show myself out.” Ms Summers offers them one last pitying smile as she shuts the door behind her. 

As soon as she’s gone Soda is on top of him, crying so hard he can hardly breathe,. Pony is clutching his other side so hard he might have bruises, and Darry wraps them both in his arms, wishing he could keep them here forever where they would be safe and he could help them relearn how to be happy. It’s somehow the worst and best moment of his life. On the one hand they’re still blissfully here with him. On the other hand, they won’t be for long.

“I’m sorry,” belatedly Darry realizes he’s crying too, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I tried everything, she wouldn't let me keep you, I tried, I tried.”

Pony just hugs him harder, burying his face in his chest and Soda wails.

Eventually they all stop crying, but the mood in the house is somber. The gang comes around, moods dampening one by one as they hear the news, and Darry makes chocolate cake for dinner since there’s no point in making healthy food if the social workers are taking the boys anyway. In the end it doesn’t matter- none of them have much of an appetite, even for cake.

He walks in on Steve and Soda plotting to run away together before the social worker comes. Talks them out of it by reminding them that he’ll never get guardianship if Soda goes truant while still technically in his care. Eventually, the gang leaves and the it’s the three of them once more, crowded together on the living room couch in an unspoken agreement. None of them want to sleep, unwilling to miss even a second that they have left together.

“Darry?” Pony whispers, his head resting on Darry’s shoulder.

“Yeah, bud?”

“I’m scared.”

“I know,” Darry says, heat clenching, “I’m scared too.”

A few minutes later Pony’s weight drops a little more against him and he starts to snore, out cold. Darry pulls him a little closer, plants a kiss on the top of his wild hair. 

“Soda?” Darry says softly a few minutes later, careful not to wake Pony.

“Hmm,” Soda blinks at him sleepily, “yeah Dar?’

“Promise me you’ll take care of him,” he glances down at Ponyboy’s peaceful face. Asleep like this he looks downright childlike, “and yourself too, savvy? I’m sorry- I’m sorry I can’t do it myself, but you gotta be strong for me, alright? Just for a month or two until I get you back.”

“I promise,” Soda vows, “he’ll be safe with me, I’ll make sure of it. No matter where they put us.”

“I know you will, little buddy.”  Darry sighs. 

Soda sniffs. “I’m really gonna miss you, Dar. it ain’t right, takin’ me from my big brother when we just lost our folks. It ain’t right.”

“I’ll get you back,” Darry promises again, because what else is there to say, really? “I’ll talk to the president himself if I have to but I swear I’ll get you back.”

“I know you will,” Soda tells him, eyes shining. 

They don’t talk for the rest of the night.

The morning dawns with a sunrise that mocks them with it’s beauty and a buttery sunshine that illuminates the sorrow on all their faces when Mrs. Summers shows up and they all have to say goodbye. The gangs around, everyone but Dallas who got jailed two days ago, and Pony and Soda take their time with their goodbyes. When Soda reaches Darry, he hugs him tight for a second, and gets chocked up trying to say something three times before he gives up. Pony hugs Darry with a strength he rarely sees from the kid, and Darry tells him over and over that he loves him because when things get tough that’s the sort of thing Ponyboy forgets.

Then they leave, Mrs. Summers' blue Toyota rounding the corner, and a big part of Darry’s heart goes with them.

He goes back inside. Steve and Two-bit both follow him, casting him concerned looks, but he can’t deal with their worry right now. He has twenty eight days before his birthday to compile an airtight case as to why he’s the perfect guardian for a teenager and a preteen boy, and three job offers on his desk that can make that case a lot more airtight than it currently is.

It’s time to get to work.

[anonimusunnoaniswriting]

OfficeColleague!Suguru Geto x Reader

Angel Of Small Death

⚠️𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈. 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘⚠️

🎀𝐀𝐠𝐞less and blank blogs will be 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝🎀

Pairing: OfficeColleague!Suguru Geto x Reader

Genre: Smut, Porn with plot.

Word Count: 2463

Warnings: PWP, reader is a big woman, female bodied reader, no protection, pussy eating, good ol' sex, colleagues

Summary: Geto Suguru is the bane of your existence. You hate him. He hates you. The entire office is convinced you’re going to kill each other someday. But damn if it doesn’t feel good when he fucks you senseless.

A/N: This is a collab with @ominouslywritinginmyhead. We've been cooking it for a while and it's gonna be slow but it's one of the most delicious things Saber has thought of that I know. Banner and dividers are mine.

Chapter 1

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The first thing any viewer would see was Yuuji trying very hard not to laugh. As a fresh graduate, he’d assumed office work would be the most mind-numbing activity in the world, but Jujutsu Inc. had proved him wrong within weeks. 

Without a word, Yuuji switched the camera to reveal the messy and noisy twelfth-floor office he’d been working in since April. In the foreground was his favourite senpai Nanami, determinedly staring at his laptop and pretending that he couldn’t hear the showdown going on right behind him.

“—two-faced thieving snake, I know you stole my clients!”

“I did not steal them; I simply suggested that they might benefit more from a more, shall we say, experienced team.”

“Experienced, my ass. You couldn’t even move two steps forward with that last file!”

“And why do you think that happened? Because you interfered and had half my team on leave!”

“That wasn’t my fault; the company requires us to take our paid holidays within two years of getting them — if your team is too overworked to take any vacation days, that’s on you.”

“You think you’re so superior, don’t you? If you actually looked in the mirror for once in your life, you’d see that you’re nothing but a sneaky backstabber who should be fired by now.”

“Oh, I should be fired? Well, if I am, I’ll be sure to tell HR about your little mind games and how you had those poor interns crying—”

In the background, one would be able to hear Yuuji’s uncontrollable giggling combined with Gojo-senpai calling out to the other employees: “They’re at it again! I think Suguru’s going to win this time~”

In full view of the camera, the two team leaders stormed out of the office, leaving through different doors. Just before Yuuji turned the camera off, Gojo-senpai began to laugh like a hyena. “If anyone’s brave enough to stop them, I’ll treat you lot to drinks tonight!”

Suguru smirked. Trust Satoru to find that entertaining. Apparently, his plan of treating the office to drinks wasn’t the only one going around: according to Shoko, the entire office had a betting pool on what could happen in each of these little…arguments. They weren’t stupid enough to do it to his face — or yours, for that matter. But it was quite obvious now what that stray 1000 yen bill on Satoru’s desk yesterday afternoon had been for. 

Not that anyone was going to win by very much, especially since they had no idea what went on behind the scenes. And quite frankly, Suguru didn’t want them to know.

The two of you were lucky that the janitor had called in sick this morning, and that nobody had come looking for the mop.

“Haa—dammit, Suguru, why’d you roll your sleeves up like—like that—you can’t do this to me—shit—”

“You…really need to stop accusing me like this, angel; I’ve done nothing.” He could still feel the sting on his lower lip, where you’d sunk your teeth in, sucking on it to soothe the pain. He could still feel his fingers digging into your plush thighs before his hand slipped under your pretty black skirt, the other hand trailing up your back. Most of all, he could still smell your perfume lingering on his clothes. Sitting in his office, the shades drawn, Suguru closed his eyes. If he thought about it hard enough, he could still feel your touch, too.

You had dragged the charming Geto Suguru into the janitor’s closet after your meeting where it was revealed that a pretty important client of yours had been smoothly swiped by none other than him. Not only did he have the audacity to smile and wink at you while detailing how his team would be proceeding with the client, but the man also knowingly leaned back crossing his bare sinewy arms in front of you — something he knew to be your weakness. 

“You know how much this turns me on, you bastard. Stop acting innocent; it doesn't suit you,” you’d spat, before grabbing the very hands you lusted after and placing them over your breasts. Suguru had complied with your silent plea, kneading at the soft flesh, while you moaned into his mouth. His knee had been pressed against your crotch and you rubbed against it like a cat in heat. 

But when he’d dipped his hand to slip under the waistband of your panties, you’d stopped him, “We can’t. Not here.” He’d given you his best puppy eyes and a pout that only made your heart race – just one time wouldn’t hurt, would it?

“We’ll meet tonight, after Gojo’s drinks,” you’d promised. Fuck, he missed you already. How has it only been two hours?  Two hours since he had you in his arms. Two more hours before you could leave work, and then God only knew how long it would be before the evening drinks would wind down…well, knowing Shoko and Satoru, far too long. If Suguru had his way, he’d have cleared a meeting room on the spot and taken you on the table itself—fine, maybe that was too much. But he definitely could just skip drinks and take you home. 

However, you probably wouldn’t be too keen on that. You’d made it clear at the beginning of this—whatever this was—that for it to work, the two of you would have to keep up appearances in public. There was nothing sanitary or respectable; after all, it was just sex. Rough, lust-driven sex. Nothing mattered to the two of you beyond your bodies and the stress relief you got from making each other feel good. But Suguru would be lying if he said it was still the same for him. 

He’ll never forget how it all started.  The two of you, thoroughly intoxicated in a bar one evening after work, much like what tonight promised to be. Your peers – long gone, either to the dance floor or slumped over at your booth. Left to your own devices, he had ended up beside you. In your haze you’d rested your head against his chest, remarking how incredibly muscular it felt. He had chuckled lazily, saying, “Well at least I know all those days at the gym are paying off – although for whom…” 

Hearing him trail off, you’d raised your head to look at him and he’d felt his slacks tighten seeing your eyes – wide and doe-like – as you remarked, “You’re single? I’d never have thought! You’re like, pretty physically gifted; if not mentally.” 

 He’d bristled and shot back, “Well, what about you? I heard you crying about being dumped the other day by the coffee machine.” 

“He wanted me to quit after getting married. It was an ultimatum. And we’d only been dating a few weeks.” You rolled your eyes. 

Suguru had grimaced at that. “Yeah, all that education and time you spent building your career, only to turn into a pretty little housewife who pops out babies? No thanks. What a waste.” 

Something had flashed in your eyes as he said that. The feeling of being understood, Suguru would later realise, was a powerful aphrodisiac. You’d sat up straight and grabbed his hand.

“I’m drunk, but I’m in control of my senses enough to know that, Geto Suguru, I kind of want to fuck you right now.” 

Suguru responded, “Well then, angel, that makes two of us.” From there it had been a whirlwind. You’d paid your tabs at the bar, texted your friends that you were leaving so they wouldn’t worry, and then instead of getting a taxi home, you’d hopped on Geto’s motorbike and sped off to a love hotel. Probably a stupid idea given the circumstances, but you both made it in one piece.

Despite the buzz in his body that was most certainly not from booze, he’d paid for the room and held your hand all the way up the elevator ride, desperate to touch you, yet concerned that you might not like the public display. But once you were in the room…it was all over. And not just for you.

His lips crashed into yours, rough and thirsty, drinking you in like a man lost in a desert who had suddenly happened upon an oasis. Fuck, you really were a good kisser, drawing him in deeper and deeper with your lips and tongue. Your hands were tangled in his hair, freeing it from the tight bun he sported to the office, while he tugged at your blouse, so neatly tucked into the waistband of your formal skirt. 

He’d paused for a moment to appreciate you once your skirt and blouse were off. “Damn!” he’d exclaimed with a low whistle, eyes roaming up and down your figure and resting briefly at your breasts clad in that pretty pink bra. How cute. The lace and little bow in the middle only made things better.

You’d blushed, but chalked it up to being the effect of the alcohol; thankfully, you didn’t have to think about it for too long, because Geto had dived between your legs and was already sloppily leaving kisses along your inner thigh. Your skin was so soft, and he swore he heard you giggle from how ticklish his lips felt.

Geto remembered how tight his own slacks had become, his shirt only half unbuttoned because he’d stopped you, wanting to prep you before he did anything else, desperation making him neglect his needs. He peeled your underwear off, flung it behind him, and attacked your clit. The small bud under his tongue was slurped into his mouth and gently pulled at between his lips, all while his fingers pleaded for an entrance into your hole. You hadn’t been able to stop yourself from clamping your thighs around his head, feeling the pressure building in your lower abdomen. His tongue worked wonders for you, licking up thick flat stripes. Something you couldn’t help but note your ex hadn’t bothered to do. 

Geto Suguru loved eating pussy. This was evident. 

He’d lost himself in the taste of your cunt face buried and mind far, far away till he’d felt you tugging at his hair, legs trembling around his head and you gasping “Stop, Suguru, stop!”

When he’d resurfaced, you’d fallen back onto the plush tacky red blanket, panting like you’d run a mile. Only then had he realised that you’d cum onto his face and were incredibly overstimulated. But you’d only taken a moment to gather yourself before sinking to your knees in front of him and finally freeing his cock, looking up at him with those infernal doe eyes. Your hand eagerly wrapped around it as you took his tip in your mouth, testing the waters with little kitten licks. You were determined to show him as good of a time as he’d shown you. 

So you started slow, getting a feel for his thickness and length, before gradually upping your game. It was only a matter of time before you managed to unravel your co-worker completely, and it was the gentle squeeze to his full, aching balls that made Suguru cum in your mouth with a guttural moan. You’d made a show of it, swallowing his cum down your throat and licking any spillage off your finger. 

Suguru’s eyes had darkened at that, and he’d almost ordered you to “get on the bed, I’m going to fuck you now.” You’d complied with a squeak of excitement and laid on your back, watching Suguru first yank off his work pants, then tear off his shirt, and finally climb over you while pulling down his boxers and throwing them halfway across the room. He’d reached out and opened a drawer to find himself a condom, and when he rolled it over his still-hard cock, he’d moaned — your eyes glazed over on hearing such an enthralling sound. You’d spread your pussy lips for him, glistening with your release, and Suguru had gently pushed himself into you, slowly, keeping his eyes on your face to make sure that you didn’t feel any discomfort. His gaze was calculating and contemplative, easy to see despite the low light of the room. You ran your hands through his gorgeous locks again, drowning in his touch. It was only when he bottomed out – his last few centimetres thrust in – that your mouth fell open in a silent scream. 

“Fuck. Your cunt feels amazing, angel.” The little lube on the condom, combined with your own slick, was enough for you to take all of Suguru, but it was still a tight squeeze. Definitely one of the bigger men you’d been with. 

The way you were stretched around him squeezing him tight, Suguru was loath to restrain himself, but he wanted this to feel good, for him as well as you. So he went slow and your hips bucked with each thrust, desperate to feel more of him. Soft pleas fell from your lips, “please…fa-faster…harder…f-fuck…more…please…Su-Suguru,” but he continued his pace. Only when you’d cupped his face in your hands, pulling him down for a kiss, and whispered to him, “Suguru, if you don’t move now I’m going to fucking bite you” did he chuckle, but started to pump in and out of your pussy faster and harder. 

“Is that a promise, angel?” he’d teased, and you’d hated the way your pussy clenched at his words. Unfortunately, Suguru seemed to like it.

His hips slapped against your ass with each hard thrust, and soon he was spilling for a second time that night, condom catching his release inside you. He’d pulled out and collapsed beside you, rubbing your clit with his right hand while his left arm encircled you, pulling you in for a rough kiss. The release you found from his fingers had you clinging to him desperately, moaning his name and maybe a few swear words. You wanted more. You needed more. 

You were sweaty and messy after all that, so he’d actually lifted you up and taken you to the adjoining bath, where you both soaked in the warm bubbly water for a while (once again, something your ex never gave a shit about, based on what Suguru had overheard at the coffee machine) before you had decided it was time to call it a night. Although your corporate nemesis assured you the room had been paid for till morning, you had mentioned that staying would have been crossing some boundary and had even denied his offer to drop you home on his bike. 

“You shouldn’t be riding,” you’d said, “We drank quite a bit…I’ll take a cab home, you can have the room for the night.” 

And with that, you were gone. Only the scent of your perfume and your combined sex lingered…

A/N: Hello! Thanks so much for reading. This was an idea that @ominouslywritinginmyhead came up with and hit me with so we decided why not write a Collab fic on it. We've pored over it and had several revisions and finally here it is! A small thank you to her for being a galaxy brain and dreaming up such delicious ideas. Also btw apparently in French they call an orgasm a small death so that's where that's at.

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The Blackened Branches

TWO

Description: Hayden and Eric have a long history together but also secrets, hidden under blackened branches.

Characters: AU Eric from The Crow played by Bill Skarsgård. The story is completely its own thing.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, heavy themes.

“Hey...!” My mom shouted at Eric who stood with her jewellery in his t-shirt, similar to a kangaroo pocket. His eyes were big and stared at us in terror. It was obvious he was used to running for his life because he just dropped the edge of the t-shirt and ran over the bed. My mom tried to catch him, but he was too fast and small, and he succeeded in running around her and throwing himself down the stairs. My mom still shouted after him while I stood in horror next to her. I wanted to tell her to stop, but I also knew Eric's crime was serious.

“Did you let that boy in??” She turned and looked at me upset. I swallowed hard and looked towards the jewellery lying in a mess on the floor. “He’s a thief! You can't let someone like that into our home!”

“But Dad—” I tried, but she pointed towards my room.

“Go to your room! This isn't okay!”

With a lowered head, I walked to my room while thinking about what my dad had said. He had encouraged us to take care of Eric; how could I have known he would steal? I met Illowa outside of his room; he had messy hair and was still dressed in pajamas. He looked at me with empathetic eyes, and it actually felt like he was on my side this time, but neither of us could do anything about our mother's opinions. I was in my bedroom until lunch, and then my mom let me come out. I hadn't done much in my room besides thinking about Eric. I wondered what he did all day, what he ate, and who his parents were. I didn't find many answers but still couldn't stop thinking about him.

“You know, I'm still missing a gold bracelet,” accused my mom, upset at me when we sat by the table. I looked down at my plate with mixed feelings. I was ashamed, but at the same time I had tried to do something good. I didn't eat; instead, I sat in silence waiting for my mom to dismiss me from the table. She sighed loudly even if I thanked her for the lunch.

“I'm going to Dad…” I said carefully, and my mom turned her eyes towards me and scoffed.

“And turn him against me? I guess I can't stop you from trying, but even he will see that that boy is bad news!” She said while putting the dish in the washer. I didn't answer, just walked to the hallway. With age I had evolved other feelings towards my mom, and in that moment it felt like I hated her, a feeling that would come back to me in my teens, especially when the subject of Eric came up.

×××

My dad's music store was on a shopping street full of small independent boutiques. The store my mom worked for extra income sat on the same block also. The street had the potential to be cute with old architecture buildings and chrome street lights, but they had begun to tear down one building at a time replacing them with new grey square-shaped buildings. My dad's store, a small shop filled with guitars and keyboards, was in one of those older buildings. He had had the store all my life, and I felt just as at home there as in our house. I was sitting in one of the chairs by the electric guitars while my dad polished them with a rag. He looked upset when I told him what happened with Mom and Eric, but I could also see how he tried to come up with a way to stand up for his values without saying anything bad about my mom.

“It's better if you give him help when we're home, or even, maybe, wait until I'm home,” he mumbled and nodded to himself.

“Like he would come back after Mom yelled at him! You said we should be grateful for our life, but doesn't that mean we should be nice to poor people too? He probably stole because he needed money!”

I felt proud of myself that I had been able to stand up for myself and Eric. My dad looked at me seriously and nodded. It was obvious he agreed but couldn't say too much.

“Your mom was probably just stressed…”

“Say that to Eric. He's probably terrified now!”

My dad dragged a hand through his beard and looked out from the window.

“I will try to find him…” he muttered mostly to himself but then turned to me like it also was meant for my ears. I gave him a look with furrowed brows and pouting lips. He hated when we, his children, became disappointed in him, and he flashed a strained smile.

“We can do it when I close the shop at four. We can search for him then?” He added to make me happy with him again. Slowly I lifted my brows and gave him a small smile.

“We should bring him something to eat. And a sweater.” I spoke like I was the one with money, but my father let it be and smirked.

“Maybe he even wants to give your mother's bracelet back…” my dad muttered. I looked at him in disappointment again, and he swallowed hard, neither wanting to disappoint me nor my mother.

×××

It felt like we had searched for Eric everywhere. Everywhere but one place. The woods. I looked up at the high pine trees like it was a daunting new world. Even if my dad stood next to me, it felt like a darkness came from it and tried to push me away, push me to the comfort of our home. My dad stood and looked at me. He hadn't understood earlier how afraid of the woods I was and scratched his beard by seeing my terrified expression.

“Should I do it alone? You can go home if you want to,” he asked and looked down at me with worry. My first instinct was to nod and run, but I took a deep breath and took his hand. I wanted to be there for Eric. Otherwise, he would have believed I was on my mom's side. Because of the grey November weather, it had already started to get dark, and I hugged my dad's hand hard while we looked through the forest. Black crows sat on the branches, looking down at us as if they wondered if we were lost. One of them sat on a rock, following our every moment, and I started to wonder if they were guarding something. My dad laughed a little, but even he sounded nervous.

“Maybe we should ask them where Eric is? They seemed to know-” my dad started to joke, but it was just then we saw Eric sitting on another big rock. He looked up at us like a frightened deer and reacted just as fast. On skinny legs he ran through the forest’s uneven terrain. My dad dropped my hand at the same moment he started to run after Eric, so I stood left behind with a raised hand. I was surprised at how fast my dad could run, even if he didn't move as easily as Eric over roots and rocks, but he had his much longer legs though, and I saw him scoop up Eric in his arms. It wasn't at all how I wanted us to meet him. I wanted us to be kind and careful with him so he would want to come back to us, but now I watched my dad hold him in his arms in a tight grip while Eric screamed loudly in panic instead. My heart beated in my throat, and I let out a sound in frustration. I was so powerless.

“Hey! I just want to help you!” Shouted my dad while Eric kicked and hit him. At that moment it was just the three of us in the world of the forest; in my dad's world it maybe even was just him and Eric, but when a gunshot was heard just to the left of us, we woke up. My dad dropped Eric while I had sat down on the ground with my arms shielding my head in protection. Close to my dad stood a thin brunette woman in just a black nightgown and boots with a revolver pointed to the sky. My dad had raised his hands in panic while Eric had run to stand close to the woman.

“If you ever touch my son again, I will let your daughter see her dad get a bullet between his eyes. Don't ever touch my fucking son again!” Screamed the woman, then she turned to Eric.

“Fuck off now!” I looked at him, still with my arms over my head, and for a few short seconds we looked straight at each other. He looked frightened but there was also another feeling there. It looked like disappointment and later that night I would wonder if maybe he was just as disappointed as me that we couldn't get to know each other. My parents but also his mom had destroyed our relationship, stopping us from getting to know each other, and being close.

I heard my dad cry in my mom's arms when I had gone to bed. His meeting with Eric's mom had affected him more than I had understood, so when I met Eric three years later, thanks to my dad, I was shocked. Even if Eric's mom had threatened him, even if my mom hated Eric, he had invited Eric into his life, but in secrecy.

×××

Three years later…

“Dad! Dad!” I shouted loudly when I came into the shop on a Friday afternoon. A mother and her ten-year-old son stood by the counter and looked at me strangely when I walked around the desk.

“Honey…!” my dad muttered, irritated, when he came around a corner with a music book in his arms. He gave the mother a smile, hoping for some understanding, but she looked at me up and down like I was an uninvited guest. Dad cleared his throat and walked around the checkout counter and scanned the book.

“28 dollars, please,” he said with a polite smile, even if the woman continued to throw glances at me. I was used to it, though, for some reason many adults got provoked by eyeliner and black clothes. Sometimes I liked that I provoked them, but I was also fourteen years old, so my need to provoke was equally as big as the need to be liked. However, this woman was not one of the people I felt I needed approval from, and I gave her a nasty look back. When she and her son had left the store, my dad turned to me. I wore a strappy top with laces under a black zip hoodie, and he fixed it so I didn't show my pink bra straps. It annoyed me when he fixed my clothes, but it was also a bit embarrassing when I understood he tried to cover my modesty.

“You can't come in here shouting like that; I have customers.” I rolled my eyes and looked around to see if he had some customers at that moment and saw a lean teenage guy standing by a keyboard, playing it without the sound on. Just like me, he wore black from top to toe and had a blonde buzz cut. My eyes stopped at him and looked at him up and down. I couldn't see his face, but just how he carried himself made me certain that he was cute. I swallowed hard and looked away. He looked just like the sort of guy my friends and I interacted with online, but we knew had hundreds of girls messaging them on the alternative community sites. I wondered if he was one of them. My dad looked between the boy and me, and he looked doubtful while scratching his beard and correcting his glasses.

“Eric?” He said towards the boy, who looked up. Big green eyes, framed with smudged eyeliner, looked at us. He stopped playing at once, like he had done something wrong. I didn't dare to look at him for many seconds because he really was as cute as I had thought, maybe even cuter.

“Come here, meet my daughter.”

Eric pushed his hands deep down in the pockets of his baggy pants and walked up to us in his heavy boots. I crossed my arms and pouted sourly when he came up to us. I couldn't say why I did that, but at that moment it felt like that was the only way I knew I would be able to handle the situation. Eric looked at me a bit curiously but then towards my dad.

“This is Hayden; you've met once before,” my dad mumbled like he didn't really want to say it. I looked at him confused, then at Eric. He looked back at me with those big eyes and licked his plump lips. I recognised him but couldn't at all say from where. Eric nodded a little.

“By the old oak…” he said with a low voice and looked down at the floor. I didn't understand what he meant at first, but when he looked up at me with a boyish look, I could see that thirteen-year-old in his face. I couldn't really believe that that dirty boy had grown up to be the perfect goth prince, but it was him. Eric. My mouth was dry, and I didn't get a sound out.

“Eric has helped me in the shop for a couple of months and I've had some lessons with him too…” said my father who gave me a worried look when he saw my blushing cheeks. Eric was probably not the kind of a boy he wanted to see his fourteen-year-old daughter crushing on, even if he trusted him enough to have him in the shop. Eric looked uncomfortable because I didn't say anything and he looked towards a box of reeds for clarinets that stood on the counter.

“Should I put them up?” He asked my dad instead of waiting for me to say something. I looked away in embarrassment. I had just lost my chance to actually speak to a cool guy instead of just the boring boys in my class.

“Yeah, thank you, Eric,” said my dad, pleased, and smiled brightly at him, like he was happy that mine and Eric's conversation never even started. Eric nodded, taking the box, and walked to the right shelf. I huffed in irritation even if I was just anxious with regret. My dad smirked a bit before asking me why I was actually there.

“Nothing, never mind,” I said, even if I had wondered if my friend Louise could have dinner at our place that day. I stomped out from the shop still with heated cheeks. I kicked a rock lying on the ground. Couldn't I be cool for once? Just once? So Eric would have been interested in me? I let out a loud frustrated sound but then gave the window to the shop a quick glance after feeling eyes on me. Eric stood by the shelf closest to the window, and to my surprise, he smiled a little, then gave me a lazy salute with two fingers. I looked at him and once again saw that thirteen-year-old kid on his face. A flashback of that skinny boy’s sad expression came to mind and I looked at his smile and smiled by reflex, happy to see him healthier. I answered his salute with a wave of my hand but then marched away in panic, embarrassed by my silly gesture.

I skipped seeing Louise that day; instead, I lay on my bed thinking of Eric. I thought back on every movement he had made, his cute smile and cool salute. I also cringed over my own behaviour and wondered if I could save it some way. It was also one of the first times I thought about how it would be to do it. The thought didn't feel as unpleasant as it had done before.

×××

“We totally had a moment!” I said proudly to Louise and Diane. We sat in the park, in the grass, with a Coke each, and enjoyed the sun even if neither of us wanted to get a tan. I had just fishnets on but had covered my legs with my plaid shirt.

“Was he like goth or just pretend goth like that guy Emma made out with?” Asked Louise as she lit a cigarette.

“Real, I think,” I said with a nod. I wasn't sure of what Louise thought was real goth.

“And he was super cute. Like, super cute. I hope to see him again this week.”

I smirked proudly and probably looked a bit cocky. Louise and Diane looked at each other in annoyance, and then Diane smacked her lips. “He probably has a girlfriend,” she teased and my smile fell. I had been so stupid that I hadn't even thought about the possibility that he was in a relationship.

“He’s probably fucking her right now.” Louise gasped but then laughed at Diane's comment. Diane was much more experienced than me and Louise and would say crude things just to shock us.

“At 2 pm?” I said with an attitude and laughed a little. Diane smirked at me. “You can fuck any hour of the day, you know.” I felt my cheeks get red because of my stupid comment but then came up with a way to make it less ridiculous.

“Yeah, but he's working. At my dad's shop.”

Diane sat up better and fixed the short pleated shirt she wore.

“Really? Can't we go there and see him then?”

I wished I could take back what I said, or at least come up with an excuse for why we couldn't go to the shop, but I couldn't, so just 30 minutes later we stood by the counter in Dad's shop. Diane started to walk around, looking at the instruments but also quite obviously after Eric. Louise stayed by my side while I waited for Dad to come out from the office.

“Hey honey, are you girls out shopping?” He said kindly, but I just thought he was being embarrassing, and I rolled my eyes.

“Nah, like we, no, like we…” I stuttered, too uncomfortable daring to say I was looking for Eric.

“Hayden! He's here!” Shouted Diane behind a shelf. I could see confusion sweep over my dad's face before he realised who it was Diane spoke about. He gave me a warning look, but I turned my gaze away, took a deep breath, and walked toward Diane. I wouldn't let her get to him. Eric sat in a chair by the guitars with a black acoustic guitar in his lap. He wore a black knitted sweater but with big holes so I could see a tank top in the same color underneath. His eyes were framed by eyeliner also that day, and in the sun I could see gold specs in his green eyes.

“Are you good?” Asked Diane, clearly already in a conversation with Eric. He shrugged his shoulders and looked down at the guitar without playing. Diane inspected him while I and Louise just looked at them from the corner. I thought Eric gave me a fast glance, but I wasn't sure.

“Do you smoke?” Diane nodded towards something by the guitar, and Eric lifted it so I could see the square in his front pocket.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, without looking at her.

“Can I bum one?” Once again it felt like he gave me a glance, but then he looked down at his pocket, taking out the lumpy package and giving Diane one. She looked between the cigarette and Eric while he looked down at the guitar again.

“No, I mean…” Diane seemed to lose her confidence, but I could clearly see her take a deep breath and fake it.

“I mean, if you want to come out with me?” Eric looked up at her again and shook his head.

“I'm working.”

“No, you're not!” Teased Diane with a light laugh.

“Yes, I am?”

“So what do you do?”

“I'm tuning the guitars?”

He looked at her with furrowed eyebrows, more confused than anything, but it could be interpreted as rude. Diane looked at him up and down and scoffed.

“You're not as cute as you think you are!” She said before marching away to the door. Eric made a confused face but then looked at me. Now I was certain he was actually looking at me.

“Did I do something wrong?” He asked carefully. Louise went after Diane so suddenly I was alone with Eric, and I shrugged my shoulders.

“No…” He nodded a little to himself and looked down at the guitar. Alone with him, he didn't feel as threatening, and I took two steps closer to him.

“I didn't know you worked here,” I said and put my hair behind my ears even if I felt cooler with it hanging around my face. Eric put down the guitar next to him and nodded with a smile.

“I like it.”

I smiled too and took one more step closer to him. He dragged his hands over his thighs and scratched his platinum buzz cut with an embarrassed smile.

“Can I… get your number?” He said to my surprise and dared to meet my eyes. I felt something in my chest I could only describe as euphoria.

×××

I play a bit with a band called Mercy Murder. Like when some one is sick. We must lay about my age every time I play so it's a bit too much work.

You play the guitar?

I can play what ever.

Eric's texts had many spelling errors, but I didn't care at all. We had texted for three days nonstop, and the only thing I could think about was that I was writing to a cute guy like Eric. He was a musician, had older friends, was smoking and drinking, and had three tattoos and a piercing in his tongue. He was the typical bad boy, and it made the butterflies in my belly crash against each other. A bad boy was the dream, and I knew Diane would be so jealous.

Do you have a gig soon?

Nope not what I know. But you don't play any thing?

I play the piano but I don't like it. I'd rather listen to you haha.

I blushed while writing my flirty text but became nervous he wouldn't answer. When he hadn't answered for five minutes, I started to get anxious and regretted my message, but the feeling disappeared just as quick as it had come when his name showed up on the phone screen again.

You can come to the shop if you want. Tomorrow?

I sat up in bed and made a happy scream even if it was late and my whole family had gone to bed. I pushed my face against the pillow and screamed again while kicking my legs, but then I answered.

Sure. Okay.

I work between 11 and 6.

×××

I had put on my best outfit, a black velvet dress, fishnets, and my black Converse. I let my black-dyed hair be messy but tried to do my makeup as well as possible, even if my eyeliner always became uneven. I went to the shop after school with my heart in my throat. I hadn't told my friends that I would meet him because something told me Diane would try to ruin it for me. The only ones who could destroy mine and Eric's meeting were Dad or me. I didn't know if Dad would do such a thing; he most often didn't comment on my life, but if he knew what a bad boy Eric was, I had a feeling he would try to stop me from coming too close to him. 

I saw Eric already outside of the shop and felt at once my hands start to shake and my mouth getting dry. He sat on a bench smoking a cigarette while playing with something between his fingers. He wore the same outfit as the last time I saw him. 

“Hey,” I said with a too high tone that made me cringe. He looked up at me and smiled sweetly. 

“Hey, Hayden.” 

He moved closer to the armrest so I could sit down next to him. When I sat down, he took a last toke of his cigarette, then stomped on it. I didn't know what to say, and he didn't seem to know either, so we just sat next to each other, looking at people walking by. 

“Don't you go to school?” I asked after a while, and he looked at me. He licked his full lips and scratched his high cheekbone. 

“I do, but I'm never there,” he mumbled with a smirk and continued to play with the thing between his fingers. It was a small box of matches that he probably had used to light his cigarette. Just that he used matches instead of a lighter was a bit hot, and I felt my cheeks warm again. 

“Can you do that? Like, not show up?” 

“I don't know,” he shrugged his shoulders. “It seems like it.” He smiled a little and looked down at the ground. I wanted to ask what his parents said about that, but the memory of his mom with a gun flashed in front of my eyes, and it felt like his parents weren't a good first subject. I asked instead what school he went to, and then slowly our conversation became more and more relaxed. He asked me about my friends, interests, and about my two cats. It was a cute conversation, and he made me laugh several times. After 30 minutes I had been so relaxed I started to unconsciously look between his eyes and his lips. He really was pretty. So, so pretty, and his lips were plump and cherry red. I wondered how it would be to kiss them and how he tasted. I had never kissed a guy but knew now I wanted it to be him. I maybe even wanted more than that.

“I must go back to work now…” he suddenly said with a little sigh. 

“Oh…” I felt the disappointment make my limbs feel heavy, and I lowered my eyes. He stood up and dug his hands down in the pockets of his cargo pants. I stood up too, but for some reason it became awkward between us again when we needed to say goodbye. 

“Ehm…” he said and looked down at his heavy boots and my Converse. I played with my fingers and looked towards the shop, wondering if my dad had seen us. 

“Maybe we can see each other again?” I looked at him surprised but then smiled big and giggled.

“Yeah, yeah. I can come by another day?” 

Eric smiled brightly, a big, contented smile so I could see dimples and straight teeth. 

“Maybe we can meet by the oak?” 

“Tonight?” 

“Yeah, tonight,” he said and swayed on his feet with the same big smile. 

××× 

We met many nights by the tree in secrecy; we never talked about why we did it that way, but I had a feeling he maybe was just as afraid of my mom as I was of his. We talked about music, movies, friends, my family, tattoos, and politics. He was so easy to talk to, even if it was obvious he didn't want to touch the subject of his family, but after three weeks of seeing each other, he shared, but not really because he wanted to.

“Please, can't you show me?” I said with a giggle. I had seen two of his tattoos: a hangman on his chest and a sun on his upper arm; the only one I hadn't seen was the barbed wire on his back, and I really wanted to see it. “Please?” I tried to look cute and laid my chin against his upper arm. He sighed but smirked. He sat up better but looked a bit nervous. He had a black hoodie on that I was used to seeing him in, and he took a hold of the hem to pull it up. He tried to do it carefully, but it was then I saw that his hips had a bruise so blue it almost looked black. 

“Oh my god! What have you done?” I asked worriedly and lifted the hoodie more just by impulse. Eric pulled it down and looked away. He looked embarrassed, and at first I thought he had got it in a silly way, climbing the oak or something, but his embarrassment transformed to shame, and his eyes swam with anxiety. 

“Are, are you okay, Eric? Has something happened?” I asked worried but tried to keep my voice calm. I wanted to meet his eyes, but he just looked towards the woods. 

“It's… I get into fights with Mom's boyfriend sometimes.” 

I swallowed hard because something told me it wasn't fighting but abuse. Eric was a skinny guy, and I had a hard time seeing him fight a grown man. 

“He hits you?” 

Eric scratched his neck and massaged it lightly. 

“It's nothing serious.” 

I wanted to protest because his bruise had been almost black and covered his whole hip. Instead of asking more about the “fights,” I took the moment of honesty to know more about his life, and I asked him how he lived. 

“We live with him right now. Mom's dude. But I try to get away from there as often as I can; it's just… I can't just live off other people. My friends live with their parents and they aren't wealthy in any way, so the salary I get from your dad I use to be able to live with friends’ friends, but I must sometimes give the money to mom and… Yeah… ”

 Eric spoke calmly but still didn't look at me. I didn't really understand why he felt a need to listen to his mom but didn't say anything about it, afraid that would make him close up again. I took his hand in mine instead, and he looked down at how they clasped together. He smiled a little, and so did I. It was easy doing such a thing with him, and I felt warmth in my chest while we continued to sit in silence for a while. 

“Have you had a girlfriend?”

Eric turned toward my curious eyes and bit his lip, embarrassed. 

“Yeah… A few months ago, but it was just three weeks.” He smirked a little, and I smiled back a bit blushy. 

“Have you had a boyfriend?”

“No…” 

He nodded a little and looked down at our hands again. 

“Do you want a girlfriend?” I could now feel my heart beating against my ribs, especially when he looked up at me. 

“Do you mean… You?” 

My face heated from forehead down to my chest, and I nodded. He smiled brightly but looked as embarrassed as me. 

“Okay.” 

I giggled a little and laid my hands on my glowing cheeks. Eric turned a bit towards me, and I could see what he was thinking. It was time for a kiss. My first kiss. My first kiss would be with a cute, kind guy like Eric. I let him lean in, lay his hand against my cheek, and press his warm lips against mine. It was perfect; soft and romantic until his tongue wanted entry to taste mine. I could feel electricity in my body, heated power in my limbs, and a pressure between my legs. It was everything, and it would make me be linked to Eric for the rest of my life. 

××× 

Eric stood by the hotel bed in just a pair of black boxers. I wondered if I would ever get used to his ripped body with all of the tattoos. Every time we saw each other, I needed to touch him like I had never seen a man before. 

I had put on my clothes again and stood in my heeled boots by the door, but still I walked up to Eric to kiss him again. He kissed back, deepened it, and kissed me again with his big hands holding my head like he was afraid it would fall off my body. When he kissed me, it kind of felt like it could because my body became all soft. I took a deep breath and dragged my hands over his naked chest, down over defined abs and the deep Adonis belt. 

“Fuck Eric…” I said with a sigh and looked down. Eric dragged his fingers through my hair when I laid my cheek against his chest. He let me lay there for a while but then took a step back to pick up something on the nightstand. I looked at his hand and watched as he reached out for mine to lay the object in my palm. They were my wedding rings.

My wedding rings, with another man's name engraved in them. 

×

[dustofthedailylife]

We talked about about black cat gf but what about

Golden retriever yn x black cat genshin boys

I'm finally getting to this ask, sorry for taking so long. It's been a busy week and I didn't want to half-ass this reply. 😭

The guys who would fit the bill here in my opinion, would be:

Black Cat Genshin Boys

Alhaitham, Xiao, Ayato, Diluc x (gn!) Reader [Fluff & the boys being protective] -> Masterlist || -> Taglist

Alhaitham is the guy who mostly protects you in secret. Whenever he sees you're struggling with something, he'd try his utmost to help you resolve it behind the scenes. He loves it when you come home with a big smile, telling him that you finally managed to do the thing you were struggling with.

Another benefit of being with him was that whenever both of you were out together, everyone made sure to stay clear of you, or well, him rather. They don't even dare to look at you the wrong way.

And whenever someone is trying to get in your way, no matter what it may be, you can count on him to talk to the person in question. And while he generally hates his position as the Grand Sage and because he knows he generally is intimidating to most people (not that he really cares) he gladly makes use of those two traits for your sake. You're too innocent and nice for your own good. One could say, to a fault. But you're the most precious thing and wants to protect you from all evils this world had to offer.

Xiao immediately knows the moment you two get together that you're an innocent person with not a single bad thought on their mind. You wear your heart on your sleeve and he genuinely appreciates that. Although he feels like it may get you hurt either emotionally or physically due to that one day. And he genuinely feared for that.

You're not particularly good in a fight, not that you ever needed to either. But it constantly has Xiao worried. Especially since you're with him now and he is almost certain he attracts evil. In fact, he believes he is evil. And that he doesn't deserve you, this pure and innocent being, one bit.

But despite that, he protects you where he can. When you're out alone he always has a watchful eye on you. Almost getting ambushed by treasure hoarders? They'll be dealt with before you even knew they were there.

Diluc has lost so much already, it has turned him into someone who is always cautious and protective. Especially of his loved ones. And you're vulnerable and entirely oblivious to the evils of this world - and he'd like to keep it this way. He doesn't want you to endure the same things he had to go through already.

Ever since getting together, he makes sure to be home on time. His contacts always keep him informed about the doings of the Fatui since he knows they have him on their radar. He'd hate it if you became their target simply for being with him.

What also helps is that Diluc is generally very respected throughout Mondstadt so out of the citizens no one would dare to mess with you anymore. That's at least one thing he didn't have to worry about.

Ayato loves his family and loved ones dearly, it's no secret. He'd drop everything for them the minute it is required of him. He'd go to sheer unimaginable lengths. And you, as his partner, are no exception to that rule.

He cherishes how open, outgoing, and generally lovable you are. The people of Inazuma would agree. They love you. But with love also comes jealousy and mischief of political enemies and other folks. Lucky for you, he has the required foresight to interfere with anything his political enemies might be plotting before they're able to execute their plans.

He knows them long before anything can happen to you, thanks to his informants and the Shuumatsuban. He knows a lot of people are against his marriage with you and would rather see him wed to their children instead of some commoner like you, but they don't see what he sees. And he will do everything in his ability to protect you from any evils of this world.

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[simsor-talks]

Ok so I'm a huge Ford stan (haha get it, because his na--) and I love this little meow meow and I love to see all the content that everyone is cooking after The Book of Bill. However.

I'm Not a big Billford fan 😭 and I'm not making this post to say I hate the Billford content on my dash. I'm making this post to say that I love all the Billford content on my dash. And now there are a few other things that I've been thinking about: a) I'm actually a Fiddauthor shipper, b) I'm practicing my improvising/storytelling skills, c) I like the Billford content even though I don't ship it, d) I love me some good angst. I don't know how much sense it makes but it's not supposed to be a serious post anyway. So here's what I've been thinking:

Chronologically, Fiddleford and Stanford met at Backupsmore and became friends, (and they were roommates :0), right. Fidds gives massive bi/pan energy and we all agree that Ford is gay (though i headcannon him as aroace when in different context. He's cool either way), but given that Ford is an oblivious mf, he never realised that Fidds had a thing for him. Fidds on the other hand was fully aware the feeling wasn't reciprocated so he never made any move. Then they parted ways, Ford went to Gravity Falls, and Fidds kinda got over his crush and started his business and a family. But then Ford called him and guess what. He didn't get over his crush. While they worked together, Ford kinda-sorta started reciprocating? But then Bill happened. And he happened big, making Ford practically fall for him (let's be honest, by manipulating and using him but still), to a point where Ford wouldn't do anything without him. And Fidds obviously got jealous af, because Ford kept praising Bill and calling him his assistant and his muse, but he didn't say anything because he trusted Ford and that he knows what he's doing. I honestly think it was a Sam/Frodo +Gollum kinda thing? Where Bill started telling Ford that nobody really is trustworthy, and especially not Fidds, for working so closely to the project. But still they tested it, and the incident happened, Fidds fell into the portal and well. He decided to quit working on it, to forget everything about it, and we know what happened to him next. Ford then realized, that what Bill wants is dangerous, and that he's been lying to him and using him and he shuts down the portal, stops sleeping and then the Stan situation happened and this time he fell into the portal. Welp. Now, he's been travelling through the dimensions for 30 years, ofc he had time to think about his whole life a bit. I mean not that he'd admit to doing something wrong, but maybe he realized some things, maybe got to know his feelings a bit closer, you know. I mean, Bill was Going Through it in the meantime, actually mourning after the divorce, and alright, billford is canon, but Bill is still a little bitch and he's still a literal demon and he fucking ruined everyone's lives. Literally. Then Stan got Ford back, they lived their domestic fluff for a while (I mean Ford was sitting in the basement all the time but anyway) and he definitely heard that Fiddleford is still there somewhere. And honestly I think he was too scared to talk to him earlier, and maybe also too proud, because he would have to admit to being wrong lol. But I think after the Weirdmageddon, after defeating Ford's evil ex and after getting Stan's memories back, Ford and Fidds did some catching up, definitely explained some stuff and then there was old men yuri and they lived happily ever after, even with Ford on a boat with Stan in the middle of nowhere

Thank you for coming to my ted talk, these characters are constantly consuming my brain

Read it if you want basically the summary of Ford's backstory 😭