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sugugasm · 2 years

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°.୭̥ 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 — fushiguro toji

synopsis : toji hates brats, luckily for you, he doesn’t have an issue with taming them.

𓆩♡𓆪 content warning : wc : 3.1K : black coded fem! reader, dominant toji, brat taming, missionary, upstanding citizen position, use of profanity and pet names. minors do not interact. <> this is the long awaited part two of jet lagged LOL, i’ve had this in the drafts for so long but i finally got the inspo to pick back up on it. this is me posting this bc i was too excited to wait. also !! i forgot the name of the acc who gave me this inspo ugh, if you see this, lmk so i can credit you bby <33

the aroma of the hot night air and various dishes bombarded your nostrils as you sat in front of your husband. with a glass of wine in your hand and a little frown wrinkling your lips, you let out a sigh that toji knew all too well.

"is everything alright, doll?" he asks, raising a fork to his face. the man asked himself what was going on in that little head of yours. he assumed that a chic dinner on a patio somewhere in paris would make you fall in love with him all over again like it was the first date. but it looks like he was wrong. your food was still intact and your features were warped in frown— he was lost.

“don’t like your order? wanna’ get somethin’ else?” toji tries again, placing his hand on top of yours only for you to snatch it away. you kept staring at the stars, ignoring your husband's gesture.

“is there somethin’ you wanna’ say or?”

you scoff, “i don’t know, why don’t you ask jen? you two seem to be getting along well.”

jen, the name of the waitress that’d been serving you two this evening. toji had been very ignorant to his actions but you didn’t fail to take notice; the way she smiled at him after every visit to the table, the little glances she was throwing his way, and don't forget the coarse tone she used when speaking to you.

it was driving you crazy, and not to be stingy, but you hated sharing what was yours. you couldn’t even enjoy dinner with the man you’d spent years with due to a sense of jealousy, and toji knew this. yet, he hadn’t done a single thing to stop it.

“who the fu— are you serious, yn?”

“dead serious,” you snap, watching as he ran his tongue on the inside of his cheek in frustration. toji takes out 200 hundred dollar bills and lays them on the table without needing to say another word.

“let’s go,” he mumbles, a bit too calm for your liking.

the two of you walked out of the restaurant and into toji's black audi, both of you wearing a disgruntled expression. toji opened the passenger door for you without speaking, despite the fact that he was upset, he still managed to be a gentleman.

you anticipated a lengthy trip back to the paris le grand, but thanks to toji’s sudden need for speed, you got there pretty fast. as you entered, you could hear toji following closely after you as your heels clanked across the presidential suite.

“yn, c’mere,” he says, his gruff voice making your body and pussy jump all at once. you hated how weak in the knees the man made you— it was like a superpower of his.

“toji, i just wanna’ call it a night. “ you utter, but he doesn’t budge. he only moved a few feet toward your frame, pointing his index finger at the void in front of him.

“come. here.”

standing in front of him with your arms crossed and a scowl on your face, you prepare to receive the ‘stop being a brat’ lecture. to your surprise, though, toji's scarred lips gently touch yours before whispering, "you know i love you, right?"

“yes.”

he smiles, kissing you once again, “good, cause i’m about to fuck you like i don’t.”

“what—“

“head upstairs and strip for me. after that, lay down. i’ll do the rest,” unbuttoning his dress shirt, he gives the command. you blink a few times before following his orders, racing up the stairs and removing the black, velvet dress that once gripped at your waist. you laid your back against the mattress and not long after, you could hear toji too— his heavy footsteps inching toward the bedroom door.

“y’know how disrespectful you are?” toji growls before grasping your ankle and yanking you toward the edge of the bed. he had some nerve; calling you the disrespectful one. if anything, he should’ve been the one receiving a punishment, not you.

“bein’ a brat during our nice dinner? i planned that shit all by myself and you wanna’ act out.”

toji used his strength to flip you onto your stomach; you could feel the rough texture of his palms on your abdomen as you moaned. it seemed as if you had forgotten about the jealousy that had formerly distorted your thinking.

“you were flirting with her,” you press, but it comes out as a gasp of sudden joy in your insides. toji’s fingers rub here and there to get a feel for the area that had you screaming most. as you groaned and whimpered in response to his touch, you could hear him sigh.

toji was offended that you'd even consider that thought. given how long it’d taken for him to release the guard he had up when you first met him, he would’ve assumed you’d noticed at least a bit of his progress. the amount of courage it took for him to approach you to begin with was a story to tell alone.

you were more than just a pretty woman on his arm. you were his wife, his best friend, and his lifeline all in one. to be frank, the thought of even touching another woman disgusted him.

“you think i want her?” he asks, hands roaming your chest shoulders before pushing a deep arch into your back. all of this was pulling you right back to where you were on the plane a few days ago; bent over and begging for assistance.

you hadn’t been prepped, but you were too in the moment to care. and if you were being honest, you didn’t need it. the pool between your legs had started to stream down your thighs as toji rubbed his tip in between your folds. even while angry, toji was still teasing.

“you were acting like it,” you say. it came out muffled due to your head being mushed into the pillow, but toji heard every word. prior to you saying anything else, he used his hands to flip you onto your back. without warning, toji slipped himself in fully. he hadn’t made any sudden movements; the tip of him was touching your cervix while his width sat comfortably along your walls.

a small whimper came from you as he gradually began to move his hips. he was giving you slow strokes, but you felt every little inch of it.

“tell me, yn. what exactly would i want her for?”

the question was unable to be focused on. all anger and frustration left your body the moment toji began to penetrate your cunt. it wasn't so much the speed of his thrust as it was the drive and force he put into them. each stroke felt like he was pouring his heart and soul into you.

the man’s hands held on to one of your inner thighs and the other on your foot as he moved in and out of you. it took one small look between you two to see the commotion. every time he went in, there was the outline of his cock carving a space only he could fit into.

“you know i don’t like the silent treatment. quit fuckin’ around and answer me.” he wasn’t even giving you any room to adjust. toji knew you could take it, but he’d at least be kind enough to give you minute— but kindness was a bit out of reach right about now.

“toji— fuck you,” you grunt and he furrows his brows.

“fuck me? you sure?” he asks, now picking up the pace. the sound of his hips ramming into you was messy. his hand moved to your throat, putting only minimum pressure to the vessel all while using it as leverage.

he was practically yanking you onto him and you were already out of breath, and the night had only just begun. toji was filling you up and then pulling away and over. it was blissful torment, and you savored every moment of it.

“toji! fuck- keep going, baby!”

toji positioned his hips toward the side, his dick tickling right where you needed him. you could feel him in every crevice; his cock stretched you so easily. toji couldn't possibly go any deeper than this — and you rationalized with yourself, knowing damn well you’d be proven wrong.

“oh i’m baby now? what happened to ‘fuck you’?” he grunts, still beating your poor cunt raw. you were sure you’d be mush by now if you weren’t clinging on to his wrist for dear life. you knew this had to be more than just one of his punishments. every stroke sent to your pussy carried meaning behind it, like his life depended on it. your body was rocking along with him, allowing him to put his all into it.

“t-toji, please- daddy, im sorry! fuuck oh my god.” your moans and apologies gained no sympathy from the man.

“you got all pretty for me,” he says, fingertips pressing on your skin, “just for the night to be cut short by that envious little head of yours, hm?” he’d released the grasp on your neck, giving you some air— his idea of a fucking reward.

“i’m-i’m sorry, toji. fuck- you feel s’good.” the sentences that left your lips were strung out due to your orgasm approaching rather fast. once toji found that perfect rhythm, it became hard for him not to fuck you straight toward your climax. the headboard was crashing against the wall and the sheets were bunched into a mess— just like you were about to be.

“answer the question.” you felt good too— beyond good if he was being honest, but he couldn’t give in just yet. cause to be quite frank, you had toji completely fucked up. there were no thoughts on his mind other than fucking you back to your senses.

toji’s gaze was almost scary; darkened irises that held sincerity as well as anger. he was staring so deeply past your eyes that you were sure you could see your own reflection looking back at you. no matter the pain he felt from your nails scratching at his chest or the sting in his lower abdomen from holding himself back, it didn’t compare to the ache he felt from tonight’s situation.

he needed to prove it to you. regardless if it was just a brief moment of envy.

removing his hands from your neck, toji placed his hands on your thighs, picking you up from the mattress and standing tall onto his feet. you thanked the man above for giving you the love of heights, because otherwise you’d be in a load of trouble.

with his cock still buried deep inside of you, his hands find their way to cup under your ass, holding you up as you came face to face with a sweaty toji. he then walked forward up until your back rested against the wall.

“hold on to me and don’t let go.”

you wouldn’t have let go even if he asked you to. toji stood at a good 6’4, you’d be damned if you fell from your tree of a man. “just fuck me toji,” you sigh, resting your head against the wall.

“you’ll never learn, yn.”

the sound of skin slapping followed behind toji’s stern voice. starting off slow, he started with just the tip; letting your hole suck him in at your own pace. toji kept adding inches, filling you up and taking it back out again until you were entirely full. the new position had him fucking you even deeper than he was before, your cunt being more open this way.

“take this fuckin’ dick.” with his forehead colliding with yours, toji made sure to keep eye contact as he fucked you against the wall, small whines and curses leaving the both of you. it was taking everything in you not to fall completely weak when he began to kiss your lips.

a string of saliva connected both of your lips, leaving your mouth messy and longing for more. your worry of falling had drifted far away by now, making you a moaning mess as toji bruised your pretty pussy. the lovely symphonies coming your mouth heightened not only his speed but his force.

you were slamming against the wall, leaving a repeated pounding noise for your neighbors down the hall to hear. your commotion wasn’t one of toji’s priorities. right about now, the only thought on his mind was making you cum.

“i love this fuckin’ pussy.” he moans, his voice gruff with nothing but pure determination in the tone, “got me fucked up, yn. fuck- thinkin’ i’d ever leave you for anybody else.”

you couldn’t even produce a sound. mouth agape in an ‘o’ shape, you squeezed your eyes shut and prayed for mercy. toji’s hips were rotating in a circle, drilling into you with your legs quivering in response. you ran fingers through his hair and all over his nape, burying your head into his neck having no choice but to let him kill your cunt.

“shit toji! i’m-i’m- so sorry! i know you wouldn’t! please go faster..” you cry out.

toji pauses, “you own it. alright? you fuckin’ own it.” mumbling, he tilts his head to the side and lets his cock give you one hard kiss to the cervix. “look at me when i’m talkin’ to you.” tears twinkled from your eyes as you looked at him with low eyes. you were trying your best to keep consciousness due to the overwhelming pleasure between your thighs.

“who’s dick is this?” he asks, kissing your lips and tugging on your bottom one with his teeth. barely above a whisper, your voice conjures up a small, “mine,” as he resumes the harsh strokes to your pussy.

you could feel every vein that protruded from his base to his tip, the flesh tickling your insides. you were whimpering and hearing sounds you’d never made before, and it was just what toji needed.

“tell me again.” his voice was softer this time, mouth near your ear sending a shiver through you— another thing you loved about toji. it was no surprise, but you were a sucker for the man’s voice. that smooth, slick tone with just the right amount of charm to make you fall to your knees with every word.

“m-mine. it’s mine, baby.”

you were breathless and so close to the edge. just as you prepared for that moment to arrive, you could see a light beaming in the corner of your eye— a mirror. it was almost like you were hypnotized, watching your husband fuck you senseless. toji’s ass flexed with each movement, your feet dangling beside him with your anklet glistening in the dim lighting.

“keep sayin’ that shit. i wanna’ hear you too. let me know who’s making that pussy cum,”

you were almost slipping from his grasp from how hard he was fucking you. when he re-adjusted your position, you let out a disgruntled groan. you knew he was smiling before you could see it for yourself. it was then when he realized just how to take you to the very top.

“oh? you liked that? liftin’ you up and down on my dick like this- lettin’ me hit that spot?”

his questions were pointless, because the minute you whimpered he repeated his actions. believe it or not, but you were sure the man may have just given you a new favorite position.

“ooh fuck! i’m gonna’ cum, toji. don’t s-stop!”

and he didn’t. toji used all of his strength to lift you up and down onto his cock. he was filling you completely; the only thing being seen was his balls dangling from under you. you were practically howling and he didn’t care to shut you up at all.

“gonna’ cum on this dick? do it, mama. i know you can. c’mon, give it to me.”

that was all it took for your eyes to disappear to the back of your head, your orgasm hitting you like a train. not only bad you creamed on his cock, but you release some juices too. you could see small droplets of your ecstasy on the wooden floor, as well as a bit on toji’s thighs.

“atta’ girl. you want some of me too? wanna’ see you sleep with my cum drippin’ out of you.”

“yes! yes, please yes. wanna’ feel it all in me. i won’t waste it, baby.” a few more strokes later, and you could feel your husband thumping inside of you. toji’s firm arms wrapped around your back as he pressed his dick deep into the depths of your cunt— making sure to give you every single drop.

“aah- shit! fuuuck..” he expresses. you could feel his palms wandering your waist as he carried you both to the bed. your worn out bodies laid exhausted next to one another, toji pulling up the comforter to fit you both.

your head rested against his bare chest, your heart fluttering at the sound of his heartbeat still traveling back to its original pace.

“i’m sorry.” you utter, avoiding his eyes in guilt. toji places a hand on your shoulder, rubbing the skin faintly as he waits for you to finish your statement.

“i shouldn’t have reacted that way. i know you would never do that to me.” sniffling, toji catches your small tear falling before you do, wiping away any guilt that clouded your mind. you knew he wasn’t actually angry with you, but you could tell it hurt him. it was silly for you to go on and make accusations you knew weren’t even close to true.

“i’m not angry with you, baby. i kinda’ like when you get possessive, it’s sexy. but i hope you know you don’t have to worry that little head of yours, ever.”

your head rested against his sticky chest as you placed kisses along his toned stomach. toji quickly grabs your face in his palms, caressing you gently, “i’m serious, yn. i don’t want you to feel like that ever again.” just then, toji seals the night with a deep peck to your lips. you couldn’t deny, when you felt his lips on yours, all things wrong seemed to dissolve.

although dinner was a bust, you could proudly say that resting in your husband’s arms would’ve sent you into a frenzy to begin with. you didn’t need a fancy, overpriced dinner— all you needed was him.

and you had exactly that.

the rest of your night was spent with toji sitting beside you as your limbs softened in the warm bath water. after that, you disregarded your need for sleep and decided to watch him do it instead. tiny breaths left his nose with his chest rising and falling, so peaceful.

it was in that moment when you realized you’d fallen in love with fushiguro toji all over again.

#𝖘𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓 𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖘 #toji x female reader #toji x black y/n #toji x black reader #toji fushiguro #toji smut #jjk x poc!reader #jjk smut

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berteder0 · 10 months

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I KNOW I only come on here to post about him but BEAR WITH ME

I'm just,,, he's,,, he's like the love of my life (along with his twin and little brother of course, lovs you bubba🤞)

But Yeah, I've got a modern au and he likes metal in it because I say so and he likes Rob Zombie because I like rob zombie 😋

But yeah, expect more about him and his brothers,,, maybe more bill Moseley's characters too, who knows

(also he's supposed to have a scar on his face, because he got ran over by a bus and SURVIVED on my modern au, but I forgot so, let's pretend it's there)

#sketch #drawing #tcm nubbins #hitchhiker tcm #tcm #the texas chainsaw massacre #nubbins sawyer

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sifeygaslighter17 · 16 days

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My own version of human Bill Cipher and him in his actual form on my style! Also did two doodles of @handymanbill ‘s au, the one where he is mopping and the other with the colorful things. Mabel made him a headband and eyepatch! (The dots are supposed to the bedazzling 💀 also noticed I forgot to do the scar on that doodle, but I got lazy)

#gravity falls #gravity falls fanart #gravity falls bill #bill cipher #handyman bill au #human!bill #human bill cipher #book of bill #my art

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 1 year

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On the Highway

18+ MINORS DNI because Eddie is a devil of a stripper.

"Oh my God, I can't believe we're doing this," Steve said.

"You wanted to know, didn't you?" Robin asked.

"Only because you pointed out that it's not exactly straight to check out everyone's butt," Steve said.

"Because it's not," Robin hissed.

Steve crossed his arms and slumped in his seat. They were both sitting in the far back of a male strip club in Indianapolis. Steve’s stomach was turning. He shouldn't be here. Oh. God. It was too late to leave, though. The show was staring, and the first of many acts came on. The music actually helped calm his nerves and focus on the performance. He had to admit that guy was a good dancer, but he was trying too hard muscle wise. He was definitely pretty, though, with exceptionally plump lips that Steve could definitely nibble on. . .okay, so maybe Robin was onto something. The performances were great, but they really didn't do a whole lot for him except make his stomach flutter. Although the previous act did make his cock twitch a little. It's wasn't until the very last act that Steve got his official confirmation.

"Introducing. . . SATAN'S SLUT. . .," the announcer introduced. "Really? Come on. Why am I friends with you? Oh, shit, I forgot to turn off the mic."

Highway to Hell by AC/DC started blasting from the speakers. A man with long dark curly hair burst forth from the curtains. He wore a long red cloak, a devil's mask, and black heels. Sliver rings glinted on his hands, his nails painted black. His hands went to his throat. Steve watched, enraptured as the man whipped off his cloak and threw it into the crowd. Oh, god, he was wearing a red thong, and his nipples were pierced. He also had tattoos. A weird looking old witch on his chest as well as a spider, bats on his arm, and some sort of puppet on a string on his forearm. His body was perfectly soft and pale. His long, skinny legs worked well with the black heels. Steve could imagine running his hands up those perfect legs, trailing up to cup his . . . Woah, his pants just got a little tighter.

The man started moving and dancing. He moved in a way that seemed physically impossible. Like a cat, he seemed like he was both a solid and liquid. He moved harshly against the pole, his hips thrusting in tandem with the song. Steve gulped, imagining his hands grasping the man's small hips as the man grinded against Steve. There was something familiar about the way the man moved, the way he moved his hands about. . .did Steve know this man? No, the world was small, but it wasn't that small. The man jumped around, his heels slapping into the floor as he turned his back to the crowd. He had a flaming sword tattoo on his back, slotting perfectly along his spine. The man peeled off his mask, held it out beside him, and dropped it. A woman was quick to grab it and slip some bills into the man's g string, letting her hands linger on the man. It caused the announcer to speak up.

"You get one warning, lady. Don't touch. Causing I'm telling you now this asshole bites and not in a kinky kind of way. As in, he'll break the skin and leave a permanent scar all because you ate his goddamn pretzels," the announcer said.

"Frankie!" The stripper yelled.

"Right, shutting up," Frankie said.

The stripper turned his head over his shoulder to give the crowd his best come hither look. Steve’s heart jolted in his chest. Oh, shit. The man he's been lusting after was none other than Eddie Munson. His brown eyes popped under the dark eyeshadow that he had painted across his eyelids. How had he not noticed how beautiful his eyes were?

"Yeah, I'm definitely a lesbian," Robin said, her hand over her eyes.

"And I - I am definitely not straight," Steve said. "I got to take a piss."

When Steve came back to their table, Robin gave him a look of disbelief.

"I know what you did in there," Robin said. "Gross."

"You mean, use the restroom?" Steve scoffed, blushing.

"You've got jizz on your pants, by the way," she said.

"Shit, I thought I was careful!" Steve said, looking down. "Oh, fuck you."

"Made you look! You totally did it, and the guy with devil mask? Really?" Robin asked. "Let's go so we can go back to your house so we can properly judge your taste in men."

The ride back to Hawkins was silent except for the radio playing in the background. They quickly settled into the living room.

"You didn't see his face, did you?" Steve asked.

"No, I was too busy drifting off into La La Land," Robin said.

"Robin! It was Eddie Munson!" Steve exclaimed.

"Oh, shit. As in leader of Hellfire, co-parent to your little boy genius?" Robin asked. "This is perfect! You guys already have kids together."

"Robin, we don't even know if he likes men," Steve said.

"Now, you understand my dilemma," she cackled.

"Yes, please revel in my misery," Steve said.

"That's what good friends do, Steve," Robin said. "So, what are you going to do about it?"

"Nothing."

"Seriously?"

"Yep!"

Steve was true to his word and did nothing about his attraction to Eddie Munson until spring break happened. He slowly started to get to know him in the middle of all hell breaking lose and he liked what he learned so far. He had no choice but to interact with him, and he really liked him. . .like really liked him. He had to do something about it now before it was too late.

The RV was parked in an open field, and everyone was outside, enjoying the sunlight before the big fight with Vecna. Steve discreetly watched Eddie slip inside the RV and waited a moment before following. Eddie had taken off his jacket and pulled his hair into a messy bun while he drank a bottle of water. Steve watched for a moment, blushing. Eddie capped the bottle and flashed him a dimpled smile.

"Hey, big boy."

Steve immediately tried to ignore the way that nickname made his stomach flutter.

"Can we talk?" Steve asked.

"Sure thing," Eddie said.

Eddie plopped on the couch and patted the seat next to him. Steve grinned and sat down next to Eddie.

"So, confession time. A few months ago, I came to realization about myself. Actually, Robin helped me with that. I wasn't exactly straight. I mean, I like men and women," Steve said, pausing.

"That's really great, Steve. Thanks for telling me, man," Eddie said, and Steve could have sworn he saw a little hope in his eyes. "Why are you telling me this?"

"A few months ago, Robin took me to a male strip club up in Indianapolis," Steve said.

"Damn, she really is your best friend, isn't she? . . . Wait. . .you saw my act, didn't you?" Eddie groaned and covered his face with his hands. "Look, man, I took the job because I needed to help my uncle out with the bills. He had an accident, and he needed help covering them."

"Eddie," Steve said, laughing as he removed his hands from his face. "I really liked it. . . I mean, I really liked it so much that I ended up. . . "

"What? You ended up doing what?" Eddie asked softly.

"I left right after your performance to go to the bathroom to, uh, take care of myself," Steve said. "I couldn't even approach you for months because you were all I could think about. Now, I'm starting to get to know you, and I want to continue to get to know you because - "

"Steve?"

"Yeah?"

"Stop talking."

Eddie cupped Steve’s cheek and pressed his lips to Steve’s, kissing him softly. Steve responded immediately, placing his hand on Eddie's hip and pressing lips harshly against Eddie's. They moved together, and Eddie let Steve push him back on the couch. Steve squeezed his hips, and Eddie moaned into his mouth, carding his fingers into Steve’s hair. They broke apart quickly when they heard the door open and looked at Robin's guilty, shocked face for a moment before she disappeared. She slammed the door.

"Nothing to see here, kiddos!" Robin exclaimed. "Quick! Go get it!"

"Did you just throw a stick like we were fucking dogs?!" They heard Dustin shriek.

"Why did you go and fetch it, dumbass?" Max asked. "If you aren't a dog?"

Eddie and Steve sat up as they laughed. They leaned heavily against each other. Eddie laughed and kissed Steve’s cheek.

"I like you too, big boy," Eddie said.

#stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things s4 #joseph quinn #eddie stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson lives #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fanfiction #robin buckley #platonic stobin #robin is a good wingwoman #stripper!eddie munson

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99redragons · 1 month

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cant stop drawing him - more bill sketches since y'all liked the last ones

Text says: *sigh*, Please refrain from tampering with it, Mr. Cipher., BEEEP , THERAPY?, SNAP, You've GOT to be @!#$ing KIDDING me! This is th- tackiest f- thing i have- Orange?! Doe- good on me, I sw- tear your ey-

Dont worry thats not a code

Thoughts on the jumpsuit: they probably only make him wear it on 'excursions' to activities since therapy sesh #3455 doesn't show him wearing it, but I think the ankle monitor got put on after escape attempt(s). Other explanation: its only drawn when the artist feels like it. :) like how i forgot his scar on half of them lol. other other explanation: bill can project whatever image he wants to so they can't force him to wear it.

Also bill's handwriting is fun.

#gravity falls #bill cipher #the book of bill #book of bill spoilers #what should i draw next...#99redragons art

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softguarnere · 8 months

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Hey. I'm really sorry if I came across pushy or impatient bc that was not my intention at all. Of course school is more important. I hope you like my ideas but if not that's totally fine.

Ok, so here's the first one. You have been a member of Easy co. through almost the whole war. Down in the mud with them and forced to wear the same uniform. Other than being the only girl in the company you just blended in with the guys. That is, until the end of the war came.

My request is a headcanon of the guys reaction to seeing you actually look like a girl for the first time. I mean the works; pin up hair, make up, killer dress, and heels. Also, if it's not too much trouble could you please make sure to include Doc Roe, Babe, Malarkey, and Liebgott? If you want to include any of the other boys please do. Thanks!

Hey hey! Me again sending in my second idea. Again you're the only girl in Easy co. and at some point during the war you took quite a bit of shrapnel; especially to your chest and abdomen.

This is another reaction headcanon request (of a more romantic nature) of the guys seeing all your scars for the first time during a more private moment. Again can you please include Doc Roe, Babe, Malarkey, and Liebgott? Thanks! ❤️

Since you sent two requests, I decided to combine them for the sake of ease and time.

Even though I'm a writer, I'm a historian by trade, and I've never been comfortable with the whole "unexplained sole female member of the company" because I could never stretch my imagination to come up with a proper explanation for why that would be, so I hope you don't mind that I had to change it slightly. I also don't write NSFW, so the second part had to be left pretty vague.

Because of the time crunch, these haven't been proof read or edited!

Reactions to seeing you dressed up for the first time, and later, your battle scars

Doc Roe

When a women's division was added to Easy Company, a lot of the men found themselves getting somewhat distracted

If he's being honest, then yes, Gene has spared a glance at some of the women. But he's been so busy with the constant work of being a combat medic that he hasn't noticed anyone in particular

Until the end of the war, that is

Everyone goes wild once Berchtesgaden is taken. People are looting the jewelry and clothes for themselves, for friends and family, for sweethearts back home

And you happen to take a dress and some jewelry that make you absolutely sparkle - when Gene sees you for the first time, it takes his breath away

Once he works up the courage to talk to you, the two of you take it slow

With everything that has happened and the fast pace of the war, he completely forgot that you took some shrapnel back in Bastogne

You seem so ashamed when you first show him the scars it left you with, but he thinks nothing of it

"We all got 'em," he assures you

"You don't."

"Yeah, I do." He places your hand over his heart. "You just can't see 'em."

Babe

Okay, I think he would actually take notice of you for the first time after the war

It's at an Easy reunion. He happens to look up from his drink as you walk in

He chokes, which draws Bill's attention

"Who the hell is that?"

Bill squints over at you. "Oh, I think it's (Y/L/N)."

"Who?"

"(Y/N)? From the women's division, remember?"

Babe tilts his head. "No."

"Well, she looks different outta uniform, I guess."

All this to say, Babe has taken an interest in you, and he has no qualms about telling you exactly that when he (re)introduces himself to you

You have a great time at the reunion, and although you and Babe keep in touch and become close, he's a little shocked to realize how many things he didn't know about you

Like about the scars that the war left you with

You're shy, almost timid, when you show him, even though you trust him by now

"I had no idea," he admits.

"I don't usually bring it up," you hesitate before continuing. "It, uh - some guys haven't liked it. It makes them uncomfortable."

Something about the way you say it is so open and honest that Babe can't help the rush of emotion that comes over him. He grabs your hand and squeezes it tight

"Then doll, they weren't good enough for you."

Malarkey

Unlike the others, he knows you got hit, because he was there

But it's not something that he thinks about. He's busy trying to forget the war, after all

And as the war draws to a close, he gets so used to seeing you in your Ike jacket and thinking about how it makes you look like some sort of goddess of war that it's distracting

It's not until your last night in Berchtesgaden, when your relationship becomes official, that he learns about the scars the shrapnel left you with

"Does it hurt?" he asks, immediately remembering that awful day back in Holland when he saw you go down as the shrapnel struck you.

"No." You only smirk. "You should see the other guy."

He knew there was a reason that he liked you so much.

Liebgott

Listen, he's such a flirt that I'm convinced he noticed you before and has been subtly throwing flirtations your way throughout the war

But once he sees you at the war's end in a dress and some bright red lipstick that you stole? WOW - you're a knock-out. The pin-ups back in the States have nothing on you, and he simply can't wait another second to make a move

"Hiya, your Highness." He kisses the back of your hand and gives you a deep bow. "My name is Joe. Have we met before?"

All the other women would be giggling while watching the interaction. You can only roll your eyes, trying to hide the heat rushing to your cheeks.

"Maybe once . . . in your dreams."

Joe has always thought you were pretty, and he'll think your gorgeous no matter what

Seeing your scars has a different effect on him.

The anger that would course through him at the realization that the war left its mark on you in the most literal sense? Unmatched.

"Joey," you have to tell him, hooking his chin with a finger and guiding his gaze back up to your eyes. "If it makes you uncomfortable I can - "

"No." He grabs your hands. "Sorry, doll. I didn't mean to make you self-conscious. I just - "

"I know," you assure him. "No use being angry now, though. The damage is done."

But he doesn't want you to see it as damage. And slowly, he comes to see it as character instead; one more piece of you that makes you who you are - and reminds him of why he fights.

#these are not my best work #I'll have to edit them later when I have more time #band of brothers headcanons #eugene roe #eugene roe x reader #babe heffron #babe heffron x reader #don malarkey #don malarkey x reader #joe liebgott #joe liebgott x reader #band of brothers x reader #my writing

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fazgoo-connoiseur-1987 · 2 months

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Link to the Prompts :]

🐰👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 (the Afton Family; what were they like?)

Bill is divorced from his ex-wife (Maggie Schmidt) and he has the kids on the weekends prior to CC'S death when Mike elects to go live with him full-time.

He's an okay-to-good dad, actually. He's fun and gets his kids these lavish gifts but he's pretty terrible dealing with emotional problems they might have. Type of guy to get you the new game system but stare at you blankly when you say you feel sad. The Afton kids get more emotional validation out of him when he's in costume.

Maggie is also a decent parent. She's harder on the kids but patient and understanding. She moves a couple towns over and eventually out of state to get away from the absolute mess that is Hurricane and Freddy's after her kids like... die.

Mike didn't take the divorce very well cus he saw his family as picture-esc and he feels weird about that illusion being shattered- Maggie's better than William at actually helping him with that. He still lashes out though mostly agaisnt his little brother. He does love his family a lot though he's tricked himself into thinking he's scaring Nate to "toughen him up".

Lizzie also didn't take the divorce very well but mostly because she wants to spend more time with her dad than she's allowed to. This sorta bubbles into a childish resentment for her mother but it's nothing tooo serious (she still loves her, she still knows her mum loves her, her dad just Gets Her in a way Maggie doesn't).

Nate is a small child and he's generally just confused about everything going on around him. He was a newborn when his parents split so he doesn't really know anything else. He likes his parents cus they're nice to him and hug him when he cries but he's a little scared of bill cus he saw him climbing out of the Rabbit costume once and he HATES THAT THING !!!!! It ATE HIS DAD !!!!! He has the SCARS TO PROVE IT !!! I think he prefers Henry, actually- cus he comforts him when Mike locks him in parts and service. Speaking of.

🐻👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 (the Emily Family; what were they like)

Henry was a shit partner and a slightly less shitty dad. Him and his wife (Eryka) are also divorced but they split before Bill and Maggie did. Henry is very emotionally unavailable (on a good day) and tends to just block everything out when he's too consumed by his work- which is often. He couldn't give Eryka the type of support she needed so they amicably split and tbh Henry hardly noticed. He's trying to be better for Charlie, though. He's still distant but he does things with her and is making a genuine effort. He forgot Sammy existed when Eryka left with him, though. Just completely blocked out his other child.

Eryka is an aspiring author and her leaving Henry and taking Sammy with her is probably the best decision anyone in this franchise has ever made. Her and Sammy just completely dodge all of the shit going on until like... 2017. Obviously she comes back to Hurricane for Charlie's funeral and things between her and Henry are very very tense (him being even more shut down than normal didn't help).

Charlie was a real rough and tumble kid I think. She'd get knocked down and keep swinging till she won. Her and Mike would wrestle pretty often and she'd want to keep going long after he ran out of steam (she'd run and grab him some fruit and plasters after tho :]). She loves her dad and looks up to him a lot but she secretly prefers spending time with Bill. Cus he's funny. She'd go and visit Sammy and her mum monthly :]

Sammy is a lot quieter and more introverted. They takes their parents splitting a little harder than Charlie did cus they LIKED Freddy's and liked hanging out with Nate but... hey what are you gonna do. He grows up to be a school teacher but he keeps up with the goings on in Hurricane. I think they doodle the animatronics every so often. Generally tries not ti think about how fucked up everything that happened was.

#apparently i had a lot to say about them all dhsaudj #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #william afton #mrs afton #michael afton #elizabeth afton #the crying child #henry emily #mrs emily #charlie emily #sammy emily #child death #long post #asks #anon

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journalsouppe · 5 months

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APOLLO JUSTICE!!!!! AHHHHHH!!!! What i would literally give to have a true AA4 sequel. I wholeheartedly believe if Yamazaki's team could ignore aa4 canon to make 5 & 6 then Shu Takumi should absolutely be allowed to ignore any 5&6 canon to make an aa4 sequel. I'm dying out here pleaseeeeee

The Phoenix sticker is from Peachcott. The Klavier sticker is from Ayabit from the Turnabout Cinema zine. The Apollo and Trucy stickers are from astarsor.

Writing typed below!

rating: 9.8 played: Fa 2023 port: 3DS favorite? Y replayable: Y recommend? Y series: Ace Attorney

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THE JUDGE PAINTING

apollo's such a dork <3

ooo i like the perceive function

i love the music

DONT SAY THAT TRUCY T_T

there's so much going on in this investigation

wow i love how uneasy i feel even after the trial ended

LMAO I FORGOT ABOUT THE PHOENIX SEX PHOTO

i dont think y'all want your panties back...

klav's a bill and ted fan i see lol

LOVE mr eldoon's design 10/10

klapollo meet cute moment LMAO

oops ^^; i accidentally wrote a 600 word essay about the first case

i like how apollo cried over trucy

IT'S JUSTICE TIME??? T^T

i like klavier's hands a normal amount

alita must have some dirty fucking feet

the animations are so smooth

apollo being jealous of klavier at the concert and thinking he's cool LMAO

apollo is WHIPPED

trucy is KILLING it in court, she really is nick's daughter

klavier's shoe print *skull emoji*

out of pocket shiny forehead comment LMAO

lamiroir has similar vocal tones as malon!

THE PENIS FIRE AND KLAV PUTTING IT OUT IN THE BKGD

the smile and hair twirl klavier LMAO

why am i doing this music recording thing T^T

i dont like looking at daryan T_T

letouse kazuma moment lmao

capcom loves the face down death with writing on the ground huh LMAO

wtf is the judge talking about

i love all these scientific tests with ema! :)

i love the snackoos SFX

klav does not miss an opportunity to take a short at apollo's big forehead LMAO

APOLLO YOU DUMBASS

faking blindness is crazy

I KNEW IT WOULD BE DARYAN'S VOICE

klav's office is so much more normal than edgeworth's

WAIT IS IT GRAMARYE AND NOT GRAYMAYRE??

THE ANIMALS??

i love apollo and lamiroir goofing on klav

similar tech opening to brc

WTF WAS THAT KRISTOPH JUMPSCARE T-T

LORD DADDY???

oh he's insufferable

HOLY SHIT THAT'S WHY VERA IS STARING AT KLAV??

"rip off" phoenix is so real for that

are they injecting magnifi with piss??

im curious why kristoph would do this to phoenix

he just left his daughter???

tf is going on

T^T THE KRISTOPH ZOOM IN

why does klav have that egg from dragon tales

apollo understands me with mascots

this is so gay omfg

daryan not liking trucy means he goes even more into the shit book than before

apollo the journaling king

the x-ray function is a really fun addition

BABY TRUCY

omg phoenix with out the ugly hd redraw

GUMSHOE

he said it!!! he said 'ace attorney' lmao

i love and hate that i have to present the journal page

why does the screen shake when mr misham speaks T_T

THAT SCAR IS FREAKY

siblings omgggg

Summary:

I love this game so much. I love it so much that I am heartbroken knowing that AA 5 & 6 butchers the story it setup and I'm considering not even playing them unless AA7 is announced. I love all the main characters so much, the whole story was so well built and I can def see the influence the story had on DGS. Apollo is such a good protagonist, he's relatable but also so unique. I love seeing his character progression in the game: a new attorney who is easily manipulated to a confident and determined attorney who trusts in his own judgement. I LOVED Klavier oh my god. I love how much he respects Apollo and although he doesn't hesitate to tease him, he doesn't bully or abuse Apollo in any way. They both have a mutual admiration and rivalry where they try to play as fairly as possible. Klav doesn't maliciously withhold or change evidence, but he does spend hours reviewing his arsenal and thinks of all the counter arguments the defense could bring up. I really like Apollo's ability, it continues the mystery and mysticism from the original trilogy but with new mechanics. I adore Trucy so much. She honestly might be my favorite AA character. She's determined, strong willed, and above all -- extremely silly. I couldn't of asked for a better character to be Phoenix's daughter. I also LOVE the sibling reveal at the end but gdi if only they actually figure it out T^T T^T. I think Apollo and Trucy's dynamic is probably my favorite Defense and assistant dynamic. This who game was so fun, I know 4-3 is not everyone's favorite and it is a little all over the place but I also enjoyed it and loved the premise. There's so much to say, I haven't even talked about Nick and Kris - what an incredible feud, what a genius development for Nick. I cannot recommend this game enough, I am so obsessed with it and cannot wait to make art <3 <3.

#journalsouppe #bullet journal #journal #video game journal #ace attorney #apollo justice #apollo justice ace attorney #aa4

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oh-my-wolfstar · 7 months

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Taylor Swift Wolfstar songs day 16

yesterday’s song (because yes, I forgot) is Blank Space. It is pov Sirius.

I could show you incredible things Magic, madness, heaven, sin Saw you there and I thought "Oh, my God, look at that face You look like my next mistake Love's a game, wanna play?

Sirius could show Remus a million crazy new things if they were together. Sirius new he had to have Remus from just one look and in tradition risk taking fashion he is running head first into this.

I can read you like a magazine Ain't it funny? Rumors fly And I know you heard about me So hey, let's be friends I'm dying to see how this one ends

Sirius has been friends with Remus so long that he can read his face like a book. And he knows Remus has heard things about Sirius and his past relationships; and sure, they could just be friends but Sirius has to know what would happen if they were more

So it's gonna be forever Or it's gonna go down in flames You can tell me when it's over, mm If the high was worth the pain Remus and Sirius are a gamble; they’re so similar but so different. They fight and love fierce. Together they could be forever or they could burn them selves down. But Sirius is willing to burn for Remus.

Got a long list of ex-lovers They'll tell you I'm insane But I've got a blank space, baby And I'll write your name

Sirius has a lot of ex’s and they will all say he’s crazy ( although no one can resist the beautiful Sirius Black for long). But Sirius loves people who will break his heart, and damn if Remus doesn’t fit the bill.

Cause we're young, and we're reckless We'll take this way too far It'll leave you breathless, mm Or with a nasty scar They are young and stupid and they will definitely push each other to the limits. But it will end in love or with pain and there’s only one way to find out.

Stolen kisses, pretty lies You're the King, baby, I'm your Queen Find out what you want Be that girl for a month Wait, the worst is yet to come

Sirius will be whatever Remus wants if it means he can have him.

Keep you second guessing like "Oh, my God, who is she?" I get drunk on jealousy But you'll come back each time you leave 'Cause, darling, I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream

Sirius knows he will be crazy jealous of anyone who wants Remus and Remus will be jealous of all of Sirius’s ex’s but they are jealous anyway. And Remus knows that Sirius is risky but he’s also a dream.

Boys only want love if it's torture Don't say I didn't, say I didn't warn ya

Sirius only wants people who you could break him and Remus knows that all too well.

Thank you for reading! I had a lot going on yesterday so I forgot, lol. I decided to do Sirius’s pov bc I felt like I was doing a lot of Remus but todays pov is going to be Remus again so… also, today will be a sad one so bring the tissues!

#wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #marauders #fanfic #harry potter #james potter #hp fandom #taylor swift #1989 taylor's version #blank space

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trepans-apprentice · 10 days

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5'7. tries everything to not look like his father. has can and will Hit people with his gun. Has a tapetum lucidum. ints 2:20 am. i forgot his fucking goggles.

v. w/o clothes under the cut tw for. Checks list. Scars. Self inflicted and otherwise. also some doodles.

the ones on his hips are from bill. idk why the text is w/ the list. the snare was in fact not to catch him hes just fucking stupid

theres One person on here that caused this. anyways hes really trying to not look like his dad and hes failing. no i will not be disclosing whats under the censor its just there bc human anatomy. i hate drawing people. but this one has a giant gun so he gets a pass.

@jeffyjeffs here you go. i really need to sleep

#sebastian maria cipher #ive accidentally made an au #again

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onecantsimply · 1 year

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Hey, this is my first ever request, so it may not be great. Plus I love your writings so much and hope you get some great rest from all the work you've put in.

Anyways-

We need more male reader so if you don't mind, I'd like to have a lovely reunion with Jack and a possible male childhood friend reader that is a helper at the orphanage with that women ((I forgot what her name was :( )) but is also an assassin and was the one who found Jack injured after his fight with Noah and brought him to the orphanage. Also Jack absolutely NEEDS to be spoiled and dominated by male reader, cuz our boy deserves the love his mother never gave him. Can be SFW or NSFW, it's your choice, but if this request is too much for you, you can decline.

This is only an attempt for me to see any Jack x Male reader fics more, so it's ok if this gets rejected, especially requesting for the first time.

That is all, and hope to see more of your lovely works!

Sure thing-

Warning: NSFW, Male reader, Jack getting the head of his absolute life.

"... This place..." Jack mumbled, his eyes gently opening. Suddenly, he saw a dog leap at him. The male stopped as he received a few licks to the face.

"Oh, you're awake now?" Jack gently sat up, softly holding the dog as he barked. The woman by the door then looked down. "You got a huge scar... There was a 90% chance that you wouldn't wake up..." Jack then slowly looked down. "I see... So that's what happened..."

(Back when I was with Noah... -Jack)

He then perked up. "Oh! And your name is?" He questioned. "My name is Luna." The woman spoke as she approached. "An acquaintance called (Y/n) found you yesterday, hanging by river Thames. Basically, he saved your life and paid for your small bills." Jack blinked. "... (Y/n)?"

Something about that name... seemed so familiar to him.

Luna gently put her lollipop in her mouth. "Well, tell that man thank you for doing so." He spoke. He attempted to get up, only to wince. "Thank goodness though." Jack then looked at her. "That pain is proof that you're still alive." Luna smiled softly before holding out her hand. "I thank you for that." Jack held out his hand as well. "No, not that!" He got his hand slapped away. "I don't need a thank you for helping you. Instead, I'm going to charge you. (Y/n) may have paid for your injuries and the help we did for you, but I don't enjoy someone like him paying for you. Normally it's five, but I'm giving a discount." Jack softly looked to the side, his mind flickering to the familiar name. "Ah... I'm sorry... Unfortunately, I don't have anything on me." Luna smiled. "No need to worry for that! Of course, I'll be following you home!" Jack then gently scratched the back of his head. "It's a bit of a shameful situation, however... I do not have a fixed abode..." Luna immediately gaped. "What-?! Really-?!" She yelled. "How... are you homeless-?!" Jack smiled softly. "Unfortunately, I just am..." He replied. Luna then slumped.

"I thought you were rich from how well you were dressed... The moment (Y/n) carried you in, I figured that you were pretty heavy for them. They seemed exhausted by the time they came back." Jack smiled softly. "I'll be sure to repay you as soon as my body heals." He spoke. He then heard Luna sigh as she shook her hand. "Forget it, forget it. I can't take money from the poor." She spoke. Jack then eyed the dog beside him as it started to lick at his face. "Besides... that boy would never be attracted to bad people." The male softly put the dog down, softly petting him. "Miss Luna, are you a doctor?" He questioned. "Ah, no, no. In order to survive in the slums, I had to learn first aid, as well as other things." Jack then looked down at his hands. "This was magnificent treatment." He then flashed Luna a close eyed smile. "It's marvelous!" He praised. Luna stayed silent, her face slightly heating up. She then turned her head. "Damn it, so are you! You had a knife in the left section of your chest! I thought I couldn't save you!" Jack looked down. "Ah, I see... In reality... I can move my internal organs a bit." He spoke. "Wha-?! That's scary!!" Luna yelled. She then leaned forward, pointing to Jack. "How so-?!" She yelled. "Are you a part of a circus or something?!" He softly chuckled, gently scratching the back of his head.

"It's a habit I acquired as a child..." Jack then had a small flashback. "While protecting me from the daily violence, one day, without realizing it, I was able to do it." He softly scratched behind the dog's ears. "It seems as if those days were not in vain...." He mumbled, seeing how the dog's tail had wagged. "Hm..." Luna gently crossed her arms. "I don't quite get it, but it seems as if you've went through hard times as well." She then nodded. "Alright, as soon as you're good to move, you should most likely leave. I can't keep a suspicious old man in here with a bunch of kids. Especially when he's not paying me a single penny." Luna then pointed to the door before it slammed open. "Luna, come get your kids."

Jack looked towards the male that had entered the room. His hair was (H/c), and his eyes were (e/c), with a face that Jack had finally remembered.

His childhood friend from so many years ago. The one he had loved.

It felt as if certain emotions crashed into Jack, judging from how his face had heated up. He gently clenched at his blankets.

"Looks like he's awake." (Y/n) spoke, looking towards Luna. "Mhm. He's broke and homeless too." She answered. "What?" The male looked towards Jack as he smiled softly. "... (Y/n)... it's nice to see you after so many years..." He spoke.

(... A color of darkness, but relief and nostalgia. -Jack)

"What's happening though?" Luna looked towards (Y/n). "They got refused a job to clean boots at the factory and saw me when I was going back from my job. They hounded me from there. Save me." He then looked towards Jack, who had smiled softly. "... Jack, how are you?" The kids looked towards him. "I'm quite... injured, but well, thank you. It's quite nice to see that you're in good health as well." (Y/n) nodded.

"Oh, Sir! You're awake!"

"What a relief!"

"We thought you had died!"

"Yeah!"

"Hey, I never got a proper explanation. It was your turn to clean boots at the factory, so what happened?"

While the kids had answered, (Y/n) had walked towards Jack, gently getting down on one knee. "So, what happened?" He smiled softly. "Just a few injuries, that's all." He replied. "Jack." The male stopped. "... Don't lie, alright?" He then softly sighed. "You can still snuff out a lie as if it's nothing..." Jack mumbled. (Y/n) only blinked. "... Who did it?" He questioned. His color had shifted to entirely dark, his eyes having the biggest amount of malice Jack had ever seen in his entire life. The male's color was one of upmost malice as well. "... You seem quite caring, even if we last saw each other decades ago." He mumbled. "Jack." (Y/n) blinked. "... Right..." The male closed his eyes. "I'll tell you when we're in private." He spoke. "Then..." (Y/n) got up. "... let's go." He spoke. "Eh-?" Jack blinked. He saw the other male look at him. "I'll carry you if you need it. But we needed to go in private, so get up."

Jack faintly got up with a small wince. "Don't pressure him too much." Luna spoke. (Y/n) looked back at her with a nod. "He'll be fine." They spoke. (Y/n) then held out a button down long sleeve to Jack. "Here." He smiled softly, putting it on. "Thank you very much." He spoke. (Y/n) nodded again. "Are you hungry?" He questioned. "Ah, perhaps just a bit. Though, not exactly." (Y/n) then nodded. "Do you still like apple pie?" He questioned, walking out of the building. Jack followed after. "Indeed I do." (Y/n) nodded. "We can make some at home, perhaps." He mumbled.

(His home-? -Jack)

His face heated up for a moment as he kept following after (Y/n). "... I know it's been a while. So, how've you been? Luna told me you're broke, even if you're an assassin." Jack flashed a small close eyed smile. "I lied." He spoke. (Y/n) looked back at him with a blink. "... I thought so." He mumbled. He then walked towards a building, unlocking it before opening the door. "... Thank you for helping me." Jack spoke. (Y/n) nodded, closing the door behind him. The male softly locked it. "Did you recognize me, even from all these years?" Jack smiled softly. "You have the same hair, and the same color of it. The only thing that I didn't know of was the mustache." He softly chuckled, gently scratching the back of his head. "Do you think you need anything?" (Y/n) then looked at him again. Jack gently shook his head. "No, I wouldn't think so. However, I would be up for that apple pie." He smiled softly again as (Y/n) looked at his kitchen. "... Maybe you can check if you have the ingredients there." He spoke. Jack perked up. "Really-?" He spoke. (Y/n) nodded.

"I wouldn't say so if I wasn't sure." He replied. Jack faintly nodded. "Then..." The male walked into the kitchen, now checking for the ingredients as (Y/n) walked towards his room to change.

(He's missing flour... -Jack)

He then walked towards (Y/n)'s room. "Sir (Y/n), you're missing-" Jack stopped as he saw the male taking off his shirt. "Hm? Missing what?" He looked back at the silver haired male. "... Flour..." Jack mumbled, seemingly just goggling for a second before looking away. "Oh. Do you want me to get that?" (Y/n) put his shirt back on. "Only if you want-" Jack spoke. "... Were you staring at my chest?" He immediately perked up with a small heat over his face. "Well..." He mumbled. "Come to think of it, when we were children, you always looked at me with that stare you have now." (Y/n) tilted his head, pointing to Jack. His face slightly heated up again. "You're gay, right?" The male looked down. "... Do you think of me any different...?" He mumbled. "No. Why? I've known for a while." Jack could only stare with slightly wide eyes. He seemed slightly agape. "Really, I wouldn't mind if you were gay at all. Would you mind if I were too?" Jack's eyes seemed to brighten. "Not... Not at all..." He smiled softly.

(Y/n) nodded. "... Would you mind stopping staring at my chest?" Jack tensed up, now looking away. "If you wouldn't mind me asking, how bad was it to get stabbed and... bruised in the head?" (Y/n) gently pulled some bandages off of the counter beside his bed. "Quite bad. Gnarly, even." Jack smiled softly. "Alright. Get on the bed and take off your shirt." He looked at them with a blink. "Not like that. Get your ass on." (Y/n) gently stretched out the gauze. "Ah, right-"

Jack sat down on the bed, gently taking his shirt off before (Y/n) started to take off the bandages on his chest. "... Ms. Luna did quite a well job." Jack spoke. (Y/n) nodded. "She's the one that does my bandages as well." The silver haired male smiled softly. "How long have you known her?" He questioned. "A few years." (Y/n) answered. He wrapped the gauze around Jack's figure, gently putting a safety pin on it before starting to wrap his other wounds. "Ah, so you were her test subject when she had to learn first aid?" (Y/n) closed his eyes. "... Unfortunately." Jack softly chuckled. He then watched as (Y/n) wrapped the gauze from over his shoulder, and to his hip. "... I think you do this wonderfully as well." The male nodded. "Is that so?" He spoke, moving on to Jack's head. He closed his eyes as the bandages got pulled off of him. "Well, you seem as experienced as she is." His hair was lifted as he felt the gauze being wrapped around his head. "Just a bit... More experience in wrapping wounds myself. I take it you're the same?" Jack smiled faintly. "Not even." He spoke. (Y/n) blinked. "I'm not the best at it. My treatment is at best mediocre." The male blinked as he locked in the gauze with a safety pin. (Y/n) silently looked at the scars by his body. "Not at all if those healed that well." Jack smiled faintly. "And what of you? Do you have any injuries?" He questioned. "I took care of those already." (Y/n) answered.

"Well... could I?" Jack mumbled. "Could I see if anything's wrong?" (Y/n) blinked from his question. "... I was supposed to be getting you flour." He spoke. "Please sit down." Jack got up, gently grabbing the gauze from (Y/n)'s hands. "I don't need myself checked." He spoke. Jack smiled softly. "Sit down." He softly ordered. "No thanks." Jack's smile faintly widened. "... Okay." He nodded, taking some steps towards (Y/n). He gently poked his finger against Jack's chest, shaking his head. "No." The male softly grabbed (Y/n)'s hand with a small nod. "Yes." The (H/c) haired male shook his head. "What are you doing?" He questioned. "Checking your wounds." Jack answered. He gently unbuttoned (Y/n)'s shirt. "My apologies, but you could have made this easier yourself." The male blinked as Jack looked at the bandages by his chest. His eyes then drifted upwards. "Are you sure you're not looking at my chest?" Jack's eyes drifted to the side. "You completely are." (Y/n) gently pushed the silver haired male away with his finger. "If you wanted to look at my chest, you could have asked." Jack arched an eyebrow. "I gave you two indicators that I still had the same feelings for you. Did you really not see it after I told you I was gay too?" Jack smiled faintly. "No, I did. I just... never spoke of it." (Y/n) nodded. "Okay." He gently pulled Jack close with one arm. "Didn't mean you could look at my chest." He nodded. "Right. I'm sorry." (Y/n) shook his head. "I doubt you are." The white haired male smiled softly. "... And if I'm not?" (Y/n) blinked. "... Get on the bed. I'll be spoiling you rotten."

- RIGHT INTO THE SMUT LES GO -

(I'm a mess already... -Jack)

His dick throbbed as he panted softly. He tried to take a deep breath, only to shiver as he saw the pre-cum (Y/n) had licked off of his tip. Yet, more had kept surfacing, making him take Jack's rim in. The male growled softly, leaning his head back.

(A huge mess... I can't compose myself... nor can I control any movements... He hasn't even went deep yet... Nor has he started on the real thing... -Jack)

"Please... more..." He softly begged, looking up at the ceiling with hazed eyes. "Well, I suppose I am spoiling you." (Y/n) immediately took in more of his dick, the male's tongue doing wonders on his cock. It could only twitch in his throat, the veins slowly focusing as Jack gently grit his teeth with a mewl. He softly placed a hand over the male's head, shivering softly. In return, (Y/n) had gripped at his legs, only pulling him closer.

Jack could only yelp and sink into the pleasure as his entire dick was deepthroated. "Wait... pl... pleas- Hah..." He could only keep his head thrown back, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as (Y/n)'s head moved to pleasure his dick even further. "That... Much too..." Jack couldn't even speak from how much this was for him.

(At this rate... -Jack)

He slowly looked at (Y/n) as the male kept a hold over his legs.

(... How is he deepthroating so well...? -Jack)

The male then watched with lust-filled eyes as (Y/n) continued his satisfying work. It had sent jolts of sexual pleasure right into Jack's entire body, making his eyes go half lidded.

Yet, he ached for more. He's never had so much pleasure before, and was instead saving that time for someone else if he had ever trusted them. And... that time had went right to his own childhood best friend, whom he had rejoiced with only a few hours ago.

"Please... faster..." Jack muttered. (Y/n) immediately did as ordered, making the male softly slur. "Good... You're... doing... great..." The other male only softly huffed through his nose while sucking Jack's dick off. By now, most of it had been taken in, leaving only the very bottom to be taken in.

(Y/n) gently massaged at Jack's balls while taking in every spot he could.

And boy, Jack was completely gone.

He was slurring, seeing stars while having his elbows rested on the bed. Yet, he couldn't keep his strength, having to fall back to the bed with satisfied mewls and groans of bliss, trying to speak of how sensitive he was.

Yet, (Y/n) didn't care. Not one bit.

He kept massaging at Jack's balls, bobbing his head. The (h/c) haired male's tongue had licked all the way up to the other male's slit, rending him completely overstimulated. (Y/n)'s head had then went all the way back down, making Jack groan as he threw his head back. "Cumming..." He muttered, panting faintly while releasing soft moans. (Y/n)'s pace had somehow gotten even better, only speeding up Jack's release, no matter how much he tried to hold back. "(Y-(Y/n)...! Please...!" The male tried to say, his teeth gritting as his eyes rolled to the neck of his head again.

His dick continued to throb within the other male's throat, signaling a release. However, he had kept going, making Jack lose grip of his conscious even further.

He could only grip at the covers, clenching them as if his life depended on it. Especially when (Y/n) had went the deepest he could deepthroat.

All of Jack's cum had gushed out of his tip from there, flooding right into (Y/n)'s throat. The male tried to take deep breaths, his eyes faintly wide as he looked up at the ceiling. (Y/n) then pulled him out. "You're not done." Jack slowly looked at them with a hum of unprocessed confusion. "I did say I'd spoil you." (Y/n) then gently pulled him closer by the legs. "Prepared for a round two, Jack?"

He could only softly whimper.

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Take a Lap

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Some swear words, frustrated Billy, fluffy, some smooches, PG-13 for the most part.

Word Count: 5.1K-ish

Summary: Reader is a swim instructor/lifeguard at a pool. Billy is training for a triathlon but he needs a lot of help in the swimming area and reluctantly asks her for help.

A/N: Part 1 of 2, maybe 3. I’m not sure yet. Writing this brings back a lot of happy memories for me, I absolutely loved my job teaching swimming lessons, lifeguarding, helping triathletes. It was very rewarding, a lot of fun, and I miss it. It just didn’t pay the bills. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

5:30 am. The odor and warm air hit you as soon as you unlocked the door. The chlorine must be high today you thought to yourself as the early morning swimmers filed in close behind you, hot on your heels. They were quite impatient. You swore under your breath because the night guards forgot to put the lane lines before they left again. Putting them in was going to cut into their lap time but they helped you so it didn’t eat up too much of their time, they had a schedule to keep.

After tightening the lanes, the morning crowd started their workouts and it was time for you to test the chlorine level and it was a little high, just like you thought because of how strong the scent was when you walked in. The color of the water inside the tester would normally be a light pink, today however, the color was a bright magenta. It was a little too high and by the balminess in the pool area this morning, the temperature of the water was probably on the warmer side also.

Pulling the thermometer out of the water, you closely looked at the lines past the 80 degree line. It read 84. The water was slightly warmer than it should be for lap swimming. It was definitely too warm for you when you swam laps but you were working this morning not swimming so you decided not to worry too much about it because the morning crowd would worry enough for you.

As you sat in your chair, drinking your coffee, one of them called out to you.

“Water’s a little warm today.” She said.

Making sure she didn’t see you roll your eyes, you glanced down at your coffee mug before answering back. “It’s different every day, Sandy. I don’t have any control of the temperature but if you want, I can let the pool director know it’s too warm.”

Smiling at you, she asked. “Could you do that please, y/n? It gets really hot when you’re swimming laps.”

It’s not like you didn’t know how warm it got while swimming laps, you weren’t just a lifeguard. You had swam competitively, you were an instructor, a swim coach, and a lifeguard instructor. You knew your way around a pool and have always been very comfortable in the water.

“Anything for you, Sandy!” Only a hint of sarcasm in your voice but she didn’t seem to notice.

“You’re the best morning guard we’ve ever had, y/n!” She said.

“Well you know I aim to please.” You replied.

The morning rush ended around 9 am and then it was time for water aerobics, followed by pre-school swim lessons and lap swimming resumed around lunch time. While you were cleaning up from your lessons with the preschoolers, a tall, very handsome man with eyes as dark as obsidian, walked through the locker room doors.

His onyx colored hair was dripping wet from the shower, he had a well-groomed beard and in his hands were a pair of goggles and a swim cap. You noticed he had several scars on his body, a few of them were about the size of a bullet. Maybe he was in the service?

Your arms were full of kickboards and pool noodles as he walked toward you. He smiled at you, oh he had a perfect smile, and you felt yourself starting to blush. “Ya need some help, miss?” He asked.

His voice was smooth and incredibly sexy. Your cheeks were suddenly very hot and you struggled to get the words out.

“Oh, I’m fine, thank you though. Swim anywhere you’d like, all the lanes are open.” You told him.

He occupied the last lane, closest to the wall.

After you put away the equipment you used for your lessons, you took a seat in your chair once again, watching him intently. He looked the part of a swimmer, putting on his swim cap and adjusting his goggles, he was even built like a swimmer.

When he pushed off the wall, it was very clear that he was NOT a swimmer. He had the basics down, he obviously knew how to swim but the technique was lacking…severely lacking. His stroke was atrocious and instead of turning his head to breathe, he lifted his head which caused his legs to drop below the surface of the water. He was, for lack of a better term, a mess.

It was tough for you to watch. The way he struggled to stay on top of the water, or halfway down the length of the pool, he’d grab on to the wall gasping for air. You kept a close eye on him, in case duty called.

You hated to watch him struggle though, he clearly needed help but you didn’t like to offer pointers if you weren’t being asked for advice, no one likes that. That’s not your place but a walk around the pool deck couldn’t hurt, there was stray equipment that needed to be picked up anyway.

When he reached the shallow end, he started to cough. It wasn’t a surprise, he probably sucked in a lot of water. It was clear he was unsure how to breathe while swimming.

You decided to ask if he was alright. “Hey are you ok? You can’t drown while I’m on duty, I don’t need you messing up my perfect record.” You joked.

Finally, his coughing subsided and he was able to answer you. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine. I’m training for a triathlon and swimming is not as easy as it looks.”

You’ve heard that before. “Well you’re not the only one who has thought it looks easy. It’s actually the hardest part.” You said.

He pulled his goggles away from his eyes and rested them on his forehead so he could look at you. “And why is that?” He asked, his tone sounded like he didn’t believe you.

Of course you had an answer. “Because swimmers have a greater lung capacity than someone who just bikes and runs. So if you practice the other two and dismiss the swimming part, it’s going to be incredibly difficult for you to even finish the swim.”

He stuck his tongue out to lick his lips, the water dripping off of his beautiful body was making you feel things you shouldn’t be.

“Well…do you have any advice for me?” He asked, looking up at you.

A sly smile stretched across your face. “I do…you need a coach.” You said.

He brushed the water out of his eyes. “I’m not sure I like that idea.” He told you.

“Well then you’re gonna end up drowning in open water. Have a nice day, mister.” And you started to walk away when he reached out to touch your hand. His touch took you a little by surprise and butterflies immediately stirred in your stomach.

“Ok, well do you have any immediate advice you can give me?” He asked, reluctantly.

You crouched down so you were eye level with him, which was a big mistake. His impenetrable brown eyes gazing into yours almost caused you to stumble over your words. “Turn your head to breathe, don’t lift it. Your legs will stay at the surface. Do a full exhale underwater, inhale when your face is out of the water.” You slowly walked back to your chair, you felt his eyes on you the entire time, and he pulled his goggles over his eyes to try again.

You could tell he wasn’t used to getting advice from other people, he seemed like the type that was in charge, he told people what to do not the other way around. He pushed off of the wall, and as he surfaced, you watched him turn his head to the side to breathe instead of lifting his head in front. He was already improving but he had a long way to go.

After swimming for about an hour, he exited the pool. His swim trunks clinging to all the right places, he was a terrible swimmer but he sure was attractive. Instead of going into the locker room, he headed straight for you.

Oh no. The butterflies were back.

“Look at that, he survived.” You said with a chuckle.

He laughed a little. “Yeah, I—uh wanted to tell you thank you. Your advice seemed to keep me horizontal in the water instead of sinking.”

Glancing back and forth from the pool to the black pools that were his eyes, you softly said. “You’re welcome. You’re still going to need a lot more training though, contrary to what you may think, I DON’T want you to drown.”

“Maybe I’ll look into it.” He said. “I’m Billy, by the way. Billy Russo.” He extended his hand.

“It’s nice to meet you Billy, I’m y/n and I am your humble guardian while you swim, if you wanna call what you were just doing ‘swimming’.” You said, making air quotes with your fingers and extending your arm to meet his.

He chuckled again. “It’s nice to meet you too, y/n.” He glanced down at the wet tile floor and back up to your face. “I guess, I’ll see you around.”

“Have a nice day, Billy. Don’t drown in the shower, I’m not allowed to leave the pool deck.” You said with a slight smile.

He turned to head toward the locker room but quickly turned back. “Ok look, I really would like to do well in this triathlon so I could use all the help I can get.”

“What exactly are you asking me, Mr. Russo?” You knew what he wanted to ask, but you just wanted him to say it out loud.

The look on his face said it all. He REALLY didn’t want to ask for help but he knew if he wanted to survive the triathlon, he would need your help.

“Y/n, guardian of the pool and keeper of swim knowledge. Will you please help me not to drown and train me for this triathlon?” He begged.

A smile tugged at the corners of your mouth. “Awwww, you’re cute when you beg. Alright, I’ll help you. But it will be easier for me to help you if I can get in the water with you so you’re gonna have to come when I get off.” You said.

Billy chuckled.

“When I’m done with work, funny guy!” You were blushing again. “Tomorrow, 3 o’clock or 1500, I know you service guys talk like that.”

He looked surprised. “How did you know I was in the service?”

You bit down on your lower lip and shied away from him a little. “Well it was just a guess…but your haircut for one but I, um…I saw your scars. They look like—shit I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought that up. I’m so sorry.”

He gave you a warm smile. “Y/n, really it’s ok. Maybe I’ll tell you about them sometime. I gotta go, but I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He gave you a wink as he walked away. This was going to be tough, you were crushing hard on Billy Russo and you thought maybe he was crushing a little on you too.

That night when you arrived home, you went to work right away on putting together workouts for you and Billy to do. You typed up drills that would improve his stamina, they would make him stronger, and faster.

It was difficult to get Billy off your mind though, you could only imagine the stories he has. His eyes were beautiful but they looked sad, and distant but looked like they had plenty to say. You snapped back to reality and remembered he wants you to train him not date him.

“Snap out of it, y/n. So what if he’s the hottest man you’ve ever seen, you have work to do.” Those words danced around in your head all night, it was difficult to fall asleep and you needed sleep if you were going to work AND train tomorrow.

The morning flew by and as it got closer and closer to 3 o’clock, you started to get nervous because you knew he would be coming in soon. Your swim cap and goggles were in your hands, ready to go when you heard the locker room door open and Billy walked out onto the pool deck, right on time.

He smiled as he walked toward you. “Ok, y/n. I’m ready to learn.”

Billy noticed the papers, they were inside a clear plastic folder so they wouldn’t get wet. His expression softened and he pointed at the paper in your hand as the two of you walked over to the last swim lane. “What are, uh—what are all those numbers on that paper?” Now he sounded a little nervous.

“Oh this?” You held up the paper in front of his face. “These are our workouts. You scared, Russo?” You asked, taunting him just a little.

“Uh, yeah maybe a little. Those are a lot of numbers.” He said.

“In the water, soldier. Let’s go.” You said as you jumped into the shallow end.

You had to hand it to Billy, he did pick up your lessons very quickly. You explained that one length of the pool is 25 yards so anytime he saw 4 x 50 on the paper, he knew he had to swim two lengths of the pool, four times. Or if he saw 4 x 100, he had to swim four lengths of the pool, four times, and so on. You’d give him periods of rest also, not as long as he wanted but he could keep track of his rest times on the pace clock.

“Ok, I just have one question. What’s a pace clock?” He asked.

You tried to hold in your laughter but you couldn’t. “The pace clock is that GIANT clock on the wall, at eye level Billy.”

After his short sprints, his rests of ten seconds infuriated him and he would get very angry with you. “Why do I only get to rest ten seconds, y/n?!!” He yelled, trying to catch his breath. People stopped to stare. “It’s not enough time!”

“You need to build your lung capacity and endurance, Billy. That’s the only way you’re gonna be able to do this!" You yelled back, you weren’t intimidated by him even though he towered over you. It kind of turned you on if you were being honest with yourself.

Every day for 8 weeks, you worked with him, giving him different work outs and working on various speeds and distances. He was getting better but still frustrated with himself and you were pretty sure it was because you were better than he was. Billy had to be the best…at everything.

Concentrating on certain areas of the body, sometimes you would work on just using your arms with the assistance of a pull buoy. “What do I do with that?” He asked.

“Stick this in between your thighs and pinch your legs together, it keeps your legs in place and afloat so you can just concentrate on your arms.” You said. “And after that, we can work on your kicking using the kickboard.”

“You’re gonna kill me, ya know that?” He said. “And how many times do I have to do this?” He picked up the plastic sleeve to look at the workout. “2 x 250’s?! Ah, come on y/n!”

Trying to hold in your laughter, you covered your mouth so he wouldn’t see you smiling. “Calm down, Russo. I’m not asking you to sprint, I want you to work on your form. These should be leisurely swims, you don’t have to go fast.”

Billy looked up, you were standing near the ladder ready to watch him and critique his form if you needed to when he asked. “Can I see you do it first?”

Narrowing your eyes at him, you snatched a pull buoy from the basket and jumped into the water. “Ok, I’ll do a 250 so you can see what I’m lookin’ for, just walk along the pool deck and watch me while I swim.”

His eyes widened, he seemed excited he would get to watch you from above instead of swimming alongside of you.

As you came up for air after pushing off the wall, you could see Billy walking next to you while you swam. Your arms stretched out in front, pulling in an S-shape under the water, gently brushing each thigh with your thumb as you pulled the water underneath you, your elbow the first to break the surface and extending your arm past your head, close to your ear before placing your hand back in the water in front of you and repeating the movements.

He watched you with great intensity, if he had a pen and paper in his hand, you were sure he would have written things down and the flip turn you did at the end of the first 25 yards, you swore his eyes left his head for a minute. He was so surprised, his eyes glued to you at your every move.

“That was…amazing.” Billy was almost at a loss for words. “How did you do that turn?!! With the flip!”

A wide smile stretched across your face. “Ah, that takes practice, I’ll teach you but not now. In the water, come on. Longer swims will help with your endurance too.”

Billy got back in the water with the pull buoy and placed it in between his legs. “So I just hold this here and…”

“It will keep your lower half at the surface while you work on your arm technique.” You said.

After Billy finished his longer swims, you had plenty of compliments for him. He was definitely improving, his form looked better and he wasn’t as out of breath after completing a workout. You did, however, have a small suggestion for him.

“No, no, no. No way! Why do I need to wear a speedo?!!” Billy asked.

Again, it was really hard not to laugh in his face when he had reactions like that.

“To cut down on drag, Billy!” You said with your voice raised to match his.

“What the fuck is drag?!!” He asked.

You didn’t mean to but before you realized what you were doing it was too late. Your hand dipped below the surface of the water to grab a hold of his swim trunks, near the side pocket and you gently pulled on the fabric.

“THIS, Billy! THIS is drag. You’re not moving as fast through the water as you could be if you were wearing a different suit, you can get ones that look like bike shorts. You don’t have to get the little underwear ones anymore.” You said, still holding onto his trunks. It was a good thing your cheeks were already red from the workout so he couldn’t tell that you were blushing.

Realizing you were still holding on to his bathing suit, you released the fabric from your fingers, crossed your arms across your chest and shied away from him, slightly embarrassed. You just grabbed AND pulled down on Billy’s swim trunks.

“Wait…I don’t?” His voice was back down to a normal volume.

You pinched the bridge of your nose and squeezed your eyes shut. “No, Billy…you don’t. Do you have to fight me on EVERYTHING!? Or do you think I would suggest it just to see you in a tighter bathing suit?” No, you did not just say that out loud.

You looked around the pool area, the two of you were the only ones left aside from the lifeguard cleaning up the pool deck.

A cunning smile spread across Billy’s face. “Well…do you?” He asked.

“Do I what?” You asked.

He continued to smile at you, sometimes you hated that his smile was absolutely perfect.

“Do you want to see me in a tighter bathing suit?” He inched closer to you, closing the gap between your bodies, his liquid brown eyes gazing down at you, and your heart was beating right out of your chest.

You swallowed hard, looking up at him through your lashes before turning to get out of the water. “I think we’re done for the day, Russo. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You could feel his eyes on you as you walked around the pool deck toward the locker room. Quickly, you glanced over your shoulder to take one last look at him before going inside. He was biting down on his bottom lip and he winked at you as you opened the door and headed inside.

When the door closed behind you, a long exhale escaped your lips and you couldn’t take another step. Your legs were shaking and it wasn’t because of the intense workout you just had, it was because of Billy.

The man was incorrigible, questioning everything you were teaching him, asking why you wanted him to do certain things but eventually, reluctantly giving in to what you demanded from him. He wanted to be better, so you were making him better. He drove you crazy but he was also…driving you crazy.

You thought about Billy constantly, while you were working, while you were at home, everywhere you went, his face was in your head and it made you smile. He made you laugh, sometimes you laughed with him but also, although you didn’t mean to, you laughed at him because you couldn’t help yourself.

He wasn’t the first person you’ve trained for the swim portion of a triathlon but he was definitely the most challenging and you found it thrilling. You challenged him but he was also challenging you as an instructor, thinking he could get his way just by flashing that perfect smile at you. You weren’t a pushover, you didn’t even let three year olds walk all over you, let alone grown adults, and you certainly were not going to let Billy Russo walk over you.

And the more time you spent with him, the feelings you had for him grew but also you knew that after your training sessions were complete, you would have to say goodbye to him. But you didn’t want to, there was a dull ache in your chest every time you thought about it. He had no reason to keep seeing you after his sessions were finished but you were definitely falling for him.

The hot water from the shower pelted your skin over and over again, you closed your eyes and let the water run all over your body. Washing the chlorine out of your hair, you remembered how close Billy was to you, feeling the warmth of his breath against your eyelids, and staring at the droplets of water trickling down the long, lean muscles of his torso. It was hard to concentrate on anything else.

Once you finished getting dressed, you walked out of the locker room into the hallway and saw Billy leaning up against the wall. Suddenly, your heart was in your throat again and all of your words were trapped inside.

“Hey, there she is. I almost didn’t recognize you with all your clothes on.” He said sarcastically as someone passed by.

Somewhat embarrassed, you couldn’t help but crack a smile. “Very funny, Russo. What are you still doing here?” You asked.

“I thought maybe I could walk you to your car.” He said.

You held up your finger. “Ah, well I would say yes if I had a car here. Parking and driving in this city is a nightmare so I’ll just take an Uber or the train.”

Billy shook his head. “Absolutely not. May I drive you home, please? Please? It’s the least I can do for you having to put up with me. I know I can be a little…difficult.”

His offer surprised you and his eyes looked a little different from when you first met him. They looked…happy.

“Oh…well…I…I guess I don’t have a reason to say no so yes, thank you Billy. That’s very nice of you.” You said.

Side by side, you walked up the stairs and exited the sports club, talking the entire time. Talking with Billy was easy, mostly because you did a lot of the talking, he listened and asked questions. He asked what made you want to be a swim instructor, a coach, a lifeguard. Growing up, your backyard was the ocean, it was your happy place. And according to your mother, you loved the water from a VERY early age. Swimming came very naturally to you so why not teach something that you love to do.

Billy asked how you got into training triathletes so you told him the story of one triathlon you were working and you nearly had to rescue a swimmer because he didn’t do enough training in the water, he came to you looking for help and mentioned he concentrated more so on the biking and the running and almost zero time on the swimming.

He asked if you would train him so you agreed and when all was said and done, he had shaved 15 minutes off of his last time which made you feel extremely happy that you were able to help him like that.

“Oh, let me get that for you.” Billy said, opening the car door for you.

You climbed into the car and he closed the door behind you. Holy shit, this is a nice car. You waited for him to get settled before asking him. “Billy, can I ask you which triathlon you’re training for?”

“Oh it’s the Niantic Bay Triathlon. I read it’s a good one for beginners.” He said.

Your heart skipped a beat when he mentioned Niantic because it was close to your hometown in Connecticut and you volunteered to work that one every year.

“Niantic Bay? As in Niantic, Connecticut?” You asked.

Looking slightly confused, he asked. “Yeah…you know it?”

“Niantic is close to where I grew up.” You said. “And I volunteer to work that triathlon every year.”

“Seriously?” He asked with a smile spread across his face.

Excitedly, you answered him. “YES!!”

During the car ride to your apartment, you couldn’t stop talking about your hometown, how much you loved growing up there, the sights to see, the places to visit. And Billy, hanging on your every word, listening and smiling while you talked. Before you knew it, you were home but you didn’t want the car ride to be over.

“Thank you for driving me home, Billy. I really appreciate it.” You said.

The two of you stood outside your downstairs door, you felt like every nerve ending in your body was firing, and you were really hoping he couldn’t tell that your knees were shaking. He was standing very close to you, like he did earlier before you got out of the water.

“You’re welcome, y/n. Like I said, it’s the least I can do.” He said.

You turned to unlock the door when Billy stopped you. “Why did you run away?” He asked, sharply.

His question surprised you. “What?”

“Earlier, we were standing close like we are now but you ran away, why?” He asked again.

The keys in your hand started to rattle because your hands were shaking slightly and it was hard to look him in the eyes, but you tried to play it off.

“I didn’t run away, our time was up, Billy.” You said softly.

He chuckled, gnashed his teeth, and did not take his eyes off of you. “Ok, now try telling me the truth.”

“What if I’m afraid to?” Your voice hitched.

“Try me…you might be surprised.”

You let out a long exhale and closed your eyes, remembering all the times in the past that you’ve been hurt by ex-boyfriends, guys you’ve dated that turned out to be assholes, you didn’t want to put yourself in that position again especially with someone like Billy. He was handsome, sweet, funny, CEO of his own company. He could have any woman he wanted, what would he want with you?

But you confessed anyway. “Because I don’t want to say goodbye after our sessions are over, ok? I—I have feelings for you, Billy. And look, I know that you probably—“

Before you could finish, he cut you off. His strong hands suddenly cupped your cheeks and his lips crashed against yours, your gym bag hit the ground as you entangled your hands in his ink like hair. You could still taste the chlorine on his lips, with a little hint of peppermint as his tongue gently pressed against your teeth, silently asking permission for his tongue to dance with yours.

You didn’t deny him as you devoured each other in the doorway of your apartment building, your back flattened against the wall and Billy’s lean hard body pushed against yours. He nipped at your chin and peppered kisses up and down your neck, managing to find the spot on your neck that made you weak in the knees.

His hands traveled down your torso before stopping to rest on your hips. Lifting your t-shirt slightly, his agile fingers brushed the soft skin of your stomach, causing goosebumps to erupt across your body and the ache between your legs to grow.

With each kiss he placed on your neck, you let out a sharp gasp and you couldn’t believe that this was actually happening. It seemed to make him hungrier for you as the soft moans of his name escaped your lips.

Before going any further, he pulled away slightly and rested his forehead against yours, both of you breathing heavily. A smirk played across his lips.

“You taste a little like chlorine.”

The two of you started to laugh as he lightly kissed your forehead.

“And I have feelings for you too y/n. I have for—“ He stopped, it was difficult for him to say how he feels, you could see it in his eyes and all over his face.

“Billy?” You whispered.

“I have for a while and I had a feeling maybe you did too. When I saw the way you were looking at me earlier—I“ He stopped again and ran his fingers through his hair. “I REALLY like you and I just have a hard time—“

Your fingers ghosted his lips. “Hey Billy, look at me.”

He stared off to the side, almost as if he was scared to look at you before finally meeting your gaze with his own.

“I REALLY like you too. But you don’t have to say anymore right now, ok?” You grazed his beard with your thumbs and carefully leaned in to him. His body was a warm, firm cradle for yours and you kissed him. His body loosened under your touch and you could tell he felt more at ease.

“Well how is this going to work for our professional relationship now? I don’t know if I should be making out with my swim coach.” He joked.

With your hands resting on his chest, you rolled your eyes, kissed him one more time and said “Relax, Russo—don’t make it weird. We still have a lot of work to do.”

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*chanting* Ford Pines ! Ford Pines ! Ford Pines !

(for the headcanon game LOL)

HI THIS WAS SENT TO ME A REALLY LONG TIME AGO AND I FORGOT TO POST THE RESPONSE,,, This has been in my drafts for like a year I think oopsie. Aaaaaaaaaaaanyway--

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[Send a character’s name to receive four different headcanons!]

OH BOY do I have many a thought about this man. Picking just four is tough and these are going to be so long so I’ll place them under a read-more.

Heads up - significant Gravity Falls spoilers!

Headcanon 1 - Canon-Compliant:

This is a relatively common headcanon already, I think, but Ford is absolutely covered in scars from his time in the Multiverse. He also already had some from his years in Gravity Falls. If you can name an injury, Ford's probably experienced it at some point - bitten, stung, broken bones, shot, stabbed, fallen from a height, poisoned, burned, he's seen it all. (Thankfully he's managed to keep himself away from fatal or debilitating harm, but there's still time! :D His common sense and self-preservation instincts leave something to be desired and his hero complex never quite went away.) He isn't too fussed about others seeing the scars, usually, but he tends to be evasive if asked about them - he prefers not to think about his time in the Multiverse in too much detail.

Headcanon 2 - Hilarious:

Ford is resolutely convinced that, throughout his time working with Fiddleford, he did an astounding job at hiding Bill and their partnership. He is 100% certain that Fiddleford couldn't ever have known, not in the least! It does, however, turn out that Ford is a terrible liar and has about as much subtlety as a fork in the garbage disposal. That's not even counting the moments (that Ford is unaware of) when Bill would talk directly to Fiddleford, making no pretenses but never telling Fiddleford exactly who he is other than a 'friend' looking after Ford and helping build the portal. At one point Bill even tried to directly tell Ford that Fiddleford knew, hoping they'd get to stop the charade - Ford just laughed and brushed it off, saying, "Don't be ridiculous, he doesn't suspect a thing!" Bill didn't care enough to push the topic.

Headcanon 3 - Painful:

[CW: Substance misuse, life-threatening physical illness, mental illness, paranoia] Being possessed repeatedly by Bill had serious effects on Ford’s body which neither of them expected. Towards the end of their partnership, his body essentially began to treat Bill like a parasite - his immune system began attacking his nervous system. This caused swelling in his brain, accompanied by fever, hallucinations, chronic headaches and light sensitivity, and just in general an awful time all around for him. After the betrayal, it didn’t matter if Cipher was actually tormenting him or not; hallucinations of him were enough to fuel Ford’s paranoia, and depriving himself of sleep to 'protect' himself from these hallucinations did extremely little to help. The one saving grace is that Ford began to self-medicate with steroids in an attempt to keep himself awake and alert for longer periods, which had the (accidental, on his part) side-effect of slowing/reducing the swelling and suppressing his immune system's attack on his body - and likely saved his life by keeping him going until he finally ended up in a hospital. He has long-lasting damage from this, though thankfully things have improved with time, and he has learned to live with and work around the lingering symptoms. He's still not certain how much of the torment in those years was actually Bill, and how much of it was his own paranoia and illness... If he's honest with himself, he'd rather not know.

Headcanon 4 - Canon Is Dead:

Stanford Pines likes poetry and I will die on this hill. I know this directly contradicts Journal 3 (”I never understood poetry, to be honest") but, in my eyes, Ford loves self-expression through written and visual mediums. He is a man who has always struggled with expressing things like emotions verbally, which is part of the reason he ends up using his Journals more as a diary than as a record of research methods and discoveries, and so art as an expression of things you can’t otherwise put words to fascinates him. The written word, in general, is something he loves - whether fiction or non-fiction, poetry or prose. Poetry in particular is something that helps him with recognising his own emotions and understanding them. As such, I explain the Journal 3 comment either as “-plugs ears- he didn’t say that” or “he’s being deliberately snarky because he knows what the Hand Witch is implying and he doesn’t like it or want to admit/acknowledge it”.

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Now I’m. Stretching the rules a bit lmao.

Here are some in-depth extras that are important ones to me, but don’t particularly fit the above categories.

Bonus Headcanon 5 - Trauma, coping mechanisms, and the importance of social support after so much isolation:

[CW: Discussion of PTSD symptoms] Basically implied in canon already, he has some pretty serious PTSD as a result of his years spent paranoid and alone in the Multiverse, and suffers from frequent nightmares as well as occasional flashbacks, amongst other things. One of his biggest coping mechanisms for the related anxiety is being armed so he can defend himself at a moment’s notice. At first after returning, Ford never went without his weapon belt, not even at the Shack, and all it took was an errant floorboard creak for his hand to fly to his gun. After a long while, he steadily got used to the idea that he was home, and he was safe, and started to forgo the belt more and more whilst in what he felt were safe places (ie. in the Shack or on the Stan O’ War II). Despite that, he still feels the need to be armed for reassurance whenever he goes out, even if it’s just to the town - and there are days where he will, without explanation, carry a weapon in his safe places too, something that Stan tactfully doesn’t mention. However, later on those same days Stan will usually a spot a new anomaly and insist they need to stay home so he can tell Ford about it, then spend all evening spinning a grand tale of how terrifying and fantastical it was in great detail, until Ford either is listening with complete awe or is terribly unamused and poking holes in the blatantly fabricated story - either way, the gun often ends up on the table, forgotten.

Bonus Headcanon 6 - Probably the most important one to me and plays a massive part in how I characterise Ford as a whole - I apologise for how LONG this one is but I have so so so many thoughts about it:

Ford is autistic and was diagnosed as a child, in the 60s. He grew up masking a lot of the more “obvious” traits, like repressing many of his body stims, because of bullying and family pressure - he was already “weird” and this just made him stand out more, so he tried to hide it. Big traits he had as a child that carried over to adulthood were his bluntness, difficulty in relating to others, sensitivity to sensory input (noise and texture were the main ones), and how he would focus intensely on particular topics that interested him. Behind-the-scenes he also received a lot of support from Stan (who I headcanon as ADHD and autistic, though his traits present very differently to Ford’s and he was never assessed or diagnosed, instead just treated as a ‘problem child’), and as such, began to struggle a lot more than he thought he would once Stan was no longer in his life and couldn’t secretly help him through things. As an adult, since he started living alone and had embraced his polydactly and made it his, Ford steadily started unmasking and just let himself exist in all his “weird” glory; including being more vocal about his own limits and needs, both personal and social. He stims a lot with DD&MD dice (which he is an avid collector of) as well as whatever little desk toys he can find (especially physics-based ones), and also has several hand-based stims like tapping or rubbing his fingers. One of his anxious stims, picked up during the nights where he was trying to keep himself awake, is tapping his thumb against his fingers sequentially and counting along “one, two, three, four, five”. Counting is general is an action he finds very soothing when he’s stressed or anxious. Finally, one thing that has never, ever changed about him is that once he gets focused on something he Will Not Stop - he’ll forgo food, sleep, and anything else because he simply forgets he needs it once he gets into the zone, and he’s terrible at reading the signals from his body informing him he is hungry or tired. Having others around, like Fiddleford and Stanley, to prompt him to look after himself is something he benefits from heavily.

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