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supernovafics · 1 year ago

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series masterlist | last part — next part

pairing: modern!actor!steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 2.7k words

warnings: asshole!steve, explicit language, mentions of alcohol

summary: somehow your life becomes equivalent to a friday the 13th type of horror movie. there's no serial killer or any murders happening, but the day is full of so many problems that it feels like you'll never get out of this shitstorm

CHAPTER TWO | ❝𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆❞

It had to have been because of something you’d done in a past life. Perhaps you were a murderer or committed other horrific crimes.

In your head, that was the only thing that could explain why today had been the shittiest and most hectic day you’d probably ever had. And even though you were only halfway through this godforsaken Friday, you knew that nothing would ever be able to top it.

You were hit with issue after issue, and when you solved one thing it seemed as if three more popped up. It felt like a fucked up game of whack-a-mole.

And just when you thought you could finally have somewhat of a breather, you were bombarded by a production intern bawling her eyes out. She had made a mistake earlier that day that she was still feeling pretty emotional about; she put the wrong time on the call sheet for Monday and printed and handed out copies with the typo. It wasn’t that big of a deal or the most detrimental mistake that could’ve been made— in fact, with one quick announcement and some reprints the problem had been fixed— but you could understand why she was upset about it.

“It’s okay, alright? Please stop crying, Hannah.”

“I’m sorry,” She said with a sniffle. “I just really wanna do a good job and I know I haven't been, and I really don’t wanna get fired.”

You were about to reassure her once again but you were interrupted by a PA tapping your shoulder to grab your attention.

“Hi, sorry to interrupt, but I have Steve’s lunch order that you asked me to pick up,” He said.

“No, no, you’re fine. Thank you so much,” You said, actually completely thankful for the interruption. You grabbed the outstretched bag from him and then looked at Hannah again. “You only made one mistake. I promise it’s okay, and you’re not getting fired.”

She nodded and you gave her one more reassuring smile before you rushed off in the direction of Steve’s trailer, quickly glancing through the bag to make sure that the order was right as you sped walked to the completely other side of the set.

“You’re late,” Was the first thing he said to you when he opened the door.

You briefly glanced down at your watch; 12:05pm. You were only five stupid minutes late, but of course he was annoyed at you. “The day has been really hectic and–”

He shook his head at you before you could finish. “I don’t really care.”

There was a lot you wanted to respond back with, but you held it back.

“Got it,” You said instead as you handed him his food and started walking away before he could close the door in your face.

It had only been two weeks since filming started and it was pretty clear that neither of you liked each other. He definitely didn’t like you, for reasons that you assumed were because he didn’t like anyone and he was somehow physically incapable of being nice. And in return, you decided to just not like him back because you couldn’t care enough to do anything to try and make him like you. Mainly because trying to do so felt like an impossible feat in itself, and also because you quickly came to the decision that he didn’t deserve your genuine niceness.

Barely a minute after you’d walked away from Steve’s trailer, you were summoned by the lighting department to help handle an issue they were having. It truly seemed as if you would never get a break.

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Way too many hours, and a shit ton of more problems to fix later, you were finally home. And after the longest shower ever, you were sitting on the couch in your living room, a bowl of freshly popped popcorn on your coffee table in front of you next to a bottle of wine that was moments away from being opened.

Your plan was to watch the worst reality TV show you could find and laugh at it until you fell asleep, and you knew that because of how exhausted you were from the day it would probably happen within the hour. And you didn’t even feel the tiniest bit embarrassed that you’d be going to bed before ten o’clock on a Friday night.

You were only a few minutes into a show called Love on the Mountain and hadn’t even poured your first glass of wine before your phone started ringing.

A part of you truly wanted to ignore the call because you could only assume that it was work related, and you wanted to hope that whatever it was about could wait until tomorrow, or hopefully even Monday. But, of course, the part of you that could almost never turn your work brain off needed to look at who was calling.

You regretted it almost immediately when you saw Steve’s name lighting up your screen.

You wondered why he could possibly be calling you right then, and then as if the universe was simultaneously screaming and laughing at you, you looked around and your eyes immediately landed on the big yellow envelope that contained the script rewrites Steve needed to have sticking out of your tote bag that was sitting on your small dining room table that at most times doubled as a work desk.

Fuck.

You were supposed to give the script rewrites to him, or at least put them in his trailer before you left for the day, because they were for all of the scenes that were filming on Monday, but it had completely slipped your mind.

You answered the phone and then shut your eyes. “Sorry, I already know you’re calling about the script rewrites. It completely slipped my mind. When do you want me to give them to you?”

“I would’ve really liked them hours ago,” He said, the annoyance unsurprisingly very clear in his tone.

This was the only time you could actually understand him being annoyed at you, but hearing how pissed he sounded still managed to piss you off just the same.

You inwardly let out a long breath. “I can bring them now.”

He didn’t say anything in response to that, and instead hung up. Barely a minute later, your phone pinged with a text from him that was simply his address.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

When you walked into Steve’s apartment building, you were met with the sight of a man standing behind a front desk. It was always easy to tell that you were at an expensive apartment building in LA when the lobby felt eerily similar to a hotel. Your building didn’t even have a lobby; there was just a hallway that led to some insanely small elevators.

You gave a small wave to the man and then showed the yellow envelope. “Hi, I have this for Steve Harrington.”

The front desk man, whose name tag read James, nodded at you. “Yes, he told me to expect someone coming to bring something for him. You can go right up.”

“Can I just leave this here with you?” You asked because you did not want to have any sort of an interaction with Steve right then; what you really wanted was to get back home.

“Usually with most packages, yes. But for this, Mr. Harrington told me that he wanted you to bring it up.”

Of course, he did. And you knew the exact reason why he was doing this was so that he could say some sort of shitty comment to you about this mistake you made since he apparently hadn’t done enough of that on the phone before he hung up on you.

“Is there a bathroom I can use first before I head up?”

James gave you an apologetic look. “Sorry, the bathroom in the lobby is for residents only, and management is really strict about that rule.”

“Okay,” You responded with a small sigh. “What floor is Steve on and what’s his apartment number?”

“He’s at the Penthouse, so you’ll just press PH and his place is the only one up there.”

You nodded at that before heading to the elevators. On the entirety of the ride up to the top floor, you mentally prepared yourself for whatever Steve would say to you, and you also pushed your need to pee far away.

Your knuckles rapped against his door in three quick knocks and after making you wait for an unbearably long minute— which felt so much longer than just a minute and almost made you think that you’d somehow ended up at the wrong apartment— Steve opened it.

“Here are the script rewrites,” You said and you held out the envelope for him to take.

“Thank you,” Steve said, his voice unmistakingly condescending, as he grabbed the envelope from you. It was actually kind of fitting that the first time he ever said a “thank you” to you was in a sarcastic way. “Sorry for making you do your job.”

Apparently, the mental preparation you’d done on the elevator had been no help at all because his words in that moment irritated you more than anything else he had ever said to you.

You were at your breaking point for dealing with all of his shitty remarks pretty much every day for the past two weeks and giving him nothing back in response. You’d continuously swallowed down everything you had wanted to respond to his comments with, but right then, it was as if every other annoying thing you’d dealt with from the day was bubbling over, and for once you actually couldn’t hold back.

“Oh yeah, no problem,” You said, easily matching his sarcasm. “I actually did this all on purpose because today has been the absolute worst day ever and I wanted to make it even worse by talking to you right now. Honestly, the perfect way to end this shitty Friday.”

You almost felt bad for everything you’d said, maybe that outburst was a bit much, but then for the briefest of moments you could’ve sworn that one side of his mouth quirked upward in something that resembled the tiniest of smiles before he simply looked at you with the straightest face you’d ever seen. It was hard to feel bad for what you said when, at least for a millisecond, he seemed somewhat amused by it.

The two of you stared at each other for a few moments. You expected him to say something in response to your comeback, but he began closing the door instead. Of course, right then was when your need to pee decided to come back.

“Wait.” You said, placing a hand on the door before he fully closed it. “Can I use your bathroom?”

“No,” He said and then finished shutting the door.

“Okay, I’m sorry for what I just said,” You said, making your voice loud enough so he could hear you through the door. It was actually a bit easier to apologize without having to look at him. “I shouldn’t have said it.”

His response came barely a second later. “Still no.”

You were so close to letting go, but you knew that you wouldn’t be able to last on the twenty minute drive back to your place, which could potentially be pushed to thirty minutes depending on how terrible LA traffic decided to be right then. Therefore, you knew you had to keep trying. But you also knew that you’d rather pee your pants than beg Steve Harrington for anything, so you weren’t going to say one “please” to him.

“Come on. The guy in the lobby said that I can’t use the one down there because of some management rule.”

Steve didn’t say anything to that so you decided to continue.

“If I die of a bladder infection, you’ll get stuck with a random PA as an assistant for the rest of filming, and you’ll probably hate them more than you hate me. Also, if I die I promise I will haunt you so much.”

It would’ve made sense to assume that he walked away from the door by then, probably to his bedroom or somewhere else far away from where he could potentially hear anything you were saying. But, something told you he was at least still lingering by it.

“Steve?”

Finally, he decided to say something. “You’re not gonna leave, are you?”

You almost laughed at how annoyed he sounded. “No, so unless you wanna get blamed for me dying outside of your door, you should just let me use your bathroom.”

You heard something that sounded like a cross between a scoff and an actual laugh, and then moments later, the door opened and he let you inside.

You refused to admire anything about his apartment as you walked in. Not the phenomenal looking kitchen that had a huge white marble island in the center of it. Not the living room area that had a huge television hanging on the wall and an even bigger white couch that looked way too soft and inviting. And definitely not the floor-to-ceiling windows that provided a beautiful view of the city; you could even see the fucking Hollywood sign lit up in the distance.

There was nothing you admired about his apartment. In fact, you kind of hated the place.

And you were also a huge liar.

“The guest bathroom is down the hall,” Steve told you. “The door on the left.”

You nodded at that, avoiding eye contact with him because you didn’t want him to see how enamored you were with his apartment; you were sure that it was written all over your face.

You headed to the bathroom, which for just a guest bathroom seemed way too big, and it simply became another thing that you upsettingly liked about the place.

After using the bathroom, you looked in the mirror and were quickly reminded that you hadn’t cared to change out of your pajamas before leaving your apartment, so you still had on a pair of black sweatpants and a gray t-shirt from high school that had faded letters and random bleach spots. The only thing you added to your outfit was a zip up hoodie because it was actually a little chilly outside, and you now zipped it up because you felt embarrassed about your shirt, even though Steve had definitely already seen it.

You finished washing your hands and then left the bathroom. You saw Steve leaning against the kitchen island, already looking at the script you’d given him.

“Thank you for letting me use your bathroom,” You said as you started heading toward the door. “See you Monday.”

He only nodded at you and didn’t say anything else before you opened the door and left.

When you were in your car, your phone pinged with a text from him.

Steve: Let’s try not to have anymore fuck ups next week, okay?

You rolled your eyes at his message.

You: Sorry but I’m already planning to fuck up your coffee order on Monday so yeah…

Steve: Really great joke.

It was almost too easy to read the text in his usual sarcastic tone.

You: Not a joke.

You were close to leaving the conversation there; putting your phone down and ignoring whatever else he’d say to you as you drove home to finally have the night that you wanted to have. However, there was something about him now seeing you as bad at your job because of this one mistake you made that didn’t sit well with you.

You pressed the call button on his contact name before you could think better of it.

He answered on the third ring. “What?”

“I always do my job well, by the way,” You told him. “Today was a shitty day and it was actually a bit hard to juggle your shit with the other shit being thrown at me, so the script rewrites completely slipped my mind, and I’m sorry about that. But, it won’t happen again.”

You expected him to immediately hang up on you like he did with all of your other calls because none of them ever had an actual ending, but he didn’t hang up. Instead, he simply said, “Okay,” and then ended the call. You had a feeling that that was probably the closest you’d ever get to getting any sort of a “goodbye” while on the phone with him.

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whatitsdecending · 1 year ago

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Chokehold: Pt. IV

Vessel x Reader x Noah Sebastian

Things have already become a little messy as you spend more time in the UK. Lies being made and overwhelming thoughts are occupying your mind, despite the need for that to not even exist.

A/N: I did not realize how quickly two weeks just flew by since I last updated… so here’s a longer part with some drama for all of you<3

Word Count: 6.3k

Content warning: instances of extreme anxiety and overthinking, distressing situations, sexual tendencies, harassment, violence

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“Hey pretty girl, I’ve been waiting for you to call.” Hearing his voice on the other end nearly blindsided you. Although you were the one to initiate the call, him actually picking up is what had you nervous.

“Hey Noah.” You responded, running your hand under the water coming from the faucet to check the temperature. You heard the sound of him shuffling around, presumably in his bed due to what time it’d currently be in LA.

“Are you taking a bath right now?” He asked, you could hear the tone of his voice perk up. You roll your eyes, typical Noah. “What are you getting ready for?”

You sink into the warm water and sighed when it hit your sore cunt, knowing you’re going to be feeling all of that for the rest of the day and into tomorrow. “Nothing, I just needed to take a bath. So what’s up with the sudden urge to talk to me?” His chuckle echoed through your phone speakers and bounced around the bathroom walls, not even giving you a chance before you find yourself smiling at it.

“I miss you that’s why.” He eventually says. “How did that technology detox go? Feeling less whacked out on it?” You snorted as you remembered the excuse you told Noah yesterday after the plane landed, technology detox… how convincing.

“Yeah… feeling like I should read more now and empower my brain with that rather than a screen.” You cupped water in your hands and splashed it onto your shoulders, not wanting to fully sink into the tub because you know you’d never get out.

“Don’t you read enough already?” Noah’s serious tone wrapped around you like a glove. One of the many things that irked you a bit about him was how much he enjoyed poking fun at your hobby for reading. He’d never been the one to just sit down with one of the books you recommended and actually see why you liked it so much. “I think you need to get out of your apartment more. Maybe come spend some time out in LA with me?”

There it was.

You squeezed your eyes shut. He was so quick to say it too, he couldn’t at least ask how you’ve been first? You didn’t know how to respond and once again found yourself fumbling to put a sentence together. Your best choice would be to tell him the truth, every single piece of it too. But yet something nagged at you from the back of your mind, does he really deserve the truth?

“You’re a little late for that Noah.” You responded, taking the folded cloth on the edge of the tub and adding body wash to it and began to gently clean yourself.

“Of course I am, let me guess you’re away at your parents house?” Well, if you insist. The smile that tugged at your lips was devilish, knowing that this will become much easier without him having a clue.

“I am. I spent my technology detox catching up with them.” You hoped you were sounding convincing enough for Noah. He’s gotten pretty good at knowing when someone is lying to him, so you grit your teeth as you await his response.

A chuckle from the line filled the silence. “That’s good to hear, Y/N. I know you were missing them. Chicago is still looking nice this time of year?”

You laughed at his attempts to make such casual conversation with you, any kind of conversing the two of you did ended with him fucking you senseless. “It’s nice, a little cold. It’s snowing here too.” You looked out the window that was tucked away a bit in the bathroom, giving some form of privacy despite the fact that Vessel had no neighbors. The snow had stopped falling sometime ago but the white dust that covered every piece of nature outside was relaxing to stare at, especially now that Noah had brought up being home.

Home. You mentally punched yourself in the gut over the fact that you just hopped on a plane to go all the way to London to stay with a man you’d only seen in person once, but constantly forgot to make trips back home to see your parents. You didn't even tell them you were coming here… That’s going to have to be another phone call you make today.

“I’m sure the snow is nice right now.” Noah snickered a little over the line until you heard another voice that sounded like Jolly calling for him. “Ahh duty calls, I must help Jolly move some shit around.”

“Tell him I said hi please!” You say enthusiastically.

“I will, but I better go before he comes in here and drags me out of my bed. Talk later?” The hope in his voice at the end is what made you want to sink into the water and never return.

“Of course Noah. Now go help Jolly out before he kills you.” You laughed a bit at the end as you could hear the door opening to Noah’s room, Jolly’s voice ringing out as he grew impatient. There was a little bit of a scuffle and some mumbled arguing then the call ended. You stared at your phone that rested on the ledge next to the tub now that it's gone silent, leaving the distant sounds of Vessel cooking in the kitchen to bring you back to reality.

You rested your head back against the tub and took a deep breath. For some reason you could not shake the anxiety that racked your body after the call with Noah, it came out of nowhere and made your chest feel tight. You took long and deep breaths, knowing this method usually helped when it came to your anxiety. But this time it made you feel worse.

The thoughts you tried to hold back hit you all at once. What the hell are you doing here? Why did you say yes? You have feelings for Vessel, but were they really enough for you to come all the way here? And if Noah had asked you before he did, would this be a completely different situation? Most certainly it’d be very different, but you didn’t even want to think about that.

You stared blankly at the water that has gone from warm to a cooler temperature and left your fingers pruned. Your foot moved through the water and you watched how swiftly it moved through the liquid, it was easy. If only your life could be like that, an ease to move through. But at this point it feels like you're moving through setting concrete.

And what if Vessel only wanted you here because he was bored and wanted something to do until he went back on tour? What if all those small things he did for you was just a facade? The second he leaves for tour is the second he stops caring about you, the second that all this gets thrown away and you’re left struggling once again to find the type of affection he gave you. He could so easily walk out of your life like so many have done before, what could possibly make him any different?

Hands gripped your arms tightly, pulling you out from the trance you’d put yourself in. Your eyes burned underneath the water when you opened them and your lungs screamed at you for air. Your body was pulled up from the position it had sunk into, allowing for you to take a deep breath and wipe the water from your eyes. Vessel was yelling but it sounded muffled to you, his eyes were wide with fear as you watched his mouth to try to figure out what he was saying.

“…Y/N please just focus on me.” You perked up once your ears had unclogged themselves and his voice was finally audible. “Jesus Christ you gave me a fucking heart attack.” His hand gripped tightly on your forearm, seemingly holding you up from slipping back under.

“What happened?” You asked. The confusion you felt from how you even ended up like that in the first place was all that came to mind as you tried piecing everything together.

Vessel sighed and pushed your hair behind your ear. “I don’t know. I came up here to tell you dinner was ready, when you didn’t answer I got a bad feeling and walked in on you just under the water and not moving.” He sounded terrified and looked like it too, he had tears threatening to break from his eyes as he spoke. “Why? Why would you try to do this to yourself?”

“I-’’ You didn’t know how to answer that. “I didn't intend for that to happen.” The look on his face broke your heart. He looked like he was so afraid to lose you, and in that moment you hated yourself for all that had run through your mind just moments before. His eyes searched yours for more than what you were giving him, he eventually gave up and sighed, pulling you to him and kissing your forehead.

“We can talk about that whenever you're ready.” He says quietly, holding you as tightly as he could. “Let’s get you out before you start turning blue again.” He lightheartedly said, standing up with his hands still wrapped around your arms which brings you to stand with him. He guided you to step out of the tub and onto the mat on the floor, taking the towel that was set aside for you and wrapping it around your body. He had you sit down on the toilet so he could towel dry your hair, his torso was pushed against your back as he carefully ran the towel through the strands.

“I can do this myself, Ves.” You say as he searched for a comb.

“You’re a delicacy at the moment. Anyways, I don’t mind it one bit.” He rummaged through the drawers and cabinets, looking for where you put your comb.

“Middle drawer on the left, it’s purple.” He happily pulled the drawer open and grabbed the comb, admiring the shade of purple that it was. He came back to you and gently ran it through your hair, being careful not to tug too hard when it came to any knots that formed. He focused until each strand was pristine and knot free, placing a kiss on the back of your head as a way to appreciate his work.

“What drawer do you keep your pajamas in?” He asked as he went towards the bedroom.

“Oh Ves please, you do not need to do any more for me.” You stood to protest him, following him out of the bathroom and into the room. “I promise you I will not break in half if you don’t help me with everything. You’ve done a lot already.” Your hand wrapped around his arm, squeezing it gently to reassure him. His eyes focused on your fingers that rested on his skin. He took a deep shaky breath, then stepped away from the drawers to let you find your pajamas.

You found your favorite t-shirt to sleep in; a very large gray shirt with a dinosaur couple on it sharing a spaghetti noodle like in Lady and The Tramp. You threw the towel that was wrapped around you onto the floor, pulling the shirt over your head and searching for a pair of boxers you loved to wear.

Picking up the towel to put it back to hang up in the bathroom, you could feel him watching your every movement. As you walked back into the room his eyes were stuck on you and not leaving anytime soon. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed against his chest as he watched.

“So what did you make for dinner?” You asked, ignoring the fact that he would not take his eyes off of you.

He stood up straight and cleared his throat, eyes finally moving elsewhere. “I made potato soup. I thought the weather today made it a perfect soup for dinner kind of day.”

A smile tugged at your lips. “Little do you know… I love potato soup.” His eyes lit up so bright when you said that, almost like a kid who just walked into a candy store. “But will yours be as good as my mom’s?”

“Guess we’ll have to find out.” Vessel motioned you to leave the room first, quickly following behind you. The aromas coming from the kitchen were enough to make your stomach grumble loudly. Perhaps not eating all day wasn’t the smartest idea, but that just meant you could savor this dinner as much as you wanted to.

You stepped into the kitchen and let out a gasp at the sight in front of you; Vessel had gone out of his way to make the little table in the corner look like you were about to dine in a fancy restaurant. He covered the wooden table with a white cloth, pulled out some china that looked like it’d never been used before. There was a bottle of wine on the table waiting to be poured into the glasses nearby. You glanced down at what you were wearing and felt a tad embarrassed, maybe that’s why he wanted to choose your pajamas…

“You like it?” He asks.

“I love it,” you respond, walking to one of the chairs to take a seat. Before you could even reach for the back of it, Vessel had pulled it out for you and waited for you to sit before pushing it back to the table. “Did you really do all of this for me?”

He smiled as he walked away to grab the pot of soup. “Maybe.” He filled a bowl for you and then for himself, settling down across from you with an expectant expression on his face. “Aren’t you going to try it?”

“I was waiting for you before I started, I never eat until whoever is in my company is ready to.” You say taking the spoon and picking up the thick liquid, taking a quick whiff of it before putting it in your mouth. His eyes were on you again as you let your tastebuds decide whether it was better than mom’s or not. “Hmm.”

Vessel raised a brow as you teased. “Did I beat your mum’s recipe or not?”

“Woah, slow down there pretty boy. Give me some time to decide.” You chuckled while taking another scoop of the soup to your mouth and tasting it again. It felt like you were a food critic and Vessel was the chef whose reputation depended on your word, you honestly found it adorable. “I’ll give it a 9.5/10.” His face lit up as he smiled wide, finally digging into the food himself.

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence as you ate. The slight tension that was between the two of you after the bathtub incident had gone away, at least you felt like it wouldn’t exactly be the main topic of conversation at the dinner table. But, you remained silent anyways, not wanting the word bath to come out of his mouth.

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Two days have passed since then, no word about it has been spoken between you guys. Vessel seemed to not want to start that conversation and just leave it to you to bring it up whenever you're ready, if you’d ever be ready.

You spent a lot of time cooped up in his house, sitting in silence with a book in hand and enjoying each other's company. It was really nice. A refreshing feeling in your life compared to every other failed attempt at something you would even consider a “relationship”.

He’d cook for you and you’d watch, putting random songs on that made him laugh each time he’d turn around and notice you dancing around. You’d stand behind him and place your hands on his hips, moving them around to try and get him to dance along as he laughed even harder at your attempt.

That was one of the things you were really starting to like about him; his laugh. The way his nose scrunched up and how tight his eyes would close as he let out the most genuine, hearty laugh you’ve ever heard. The times where he’d just make absolutely no noise and stand there bent over with his hands on his knees after you did something stupid were your favorite.

It was something you knew you couldn’t deny for longer, how you felt for Vessel. It was becoming so obvious to yourself now and more than likely he picked up on it too, certainly he had feelings for you as well and he was not afraid to show you that he did. But there was that part of you that was slightly afraid to admit it and show him the same.

Your eyes flickered from the words on the pages in front of you when Vessel’s phone lit up on the table beside him, a sigh coming from him as it disrupted the focus he had on the book he read. You went back to yours, realizing that you’ve completely lost where you even remembered reading last.

You rested your head back against the couch and put the book in your lap, looking over at Vessel as he smirked at his phone while typing away. You watched curiously as he paused, seemingly waiting for a response, then quickly typing again. He glanced at you while you watched and a smile now sat on his face. “How do you feel about clubbing?”

You perked up in interest. “Did it a bit when I was younger, why?”

“Just got a text from III asking if we’d want to join him and the others at a club tonight.” He sat back on his side of the couch, mimicking how you were currently sitting. “He kinda wants to meet you. As does II and IV…”

“They know about me?” You ask in surprise.

He rolled his eyes. “Well duh, Y/N. They’re my closest friends, of course they know about the beautiful American girl staying in my house.” He ended his sentence with a wink that made you blush.

“As long as I get to meet your friends and spend time with you, I think clubbing sounds like fun.” You smiled and then laughed as the thought hit you. “And maybe I’ll be able to get your ass to dance with me.”

“I’m always in the middle of making food when you try, would you rather I let it burn so I could dance with you?” Vessel is quick to sass you as he stands up and stretches. “I’ll call an Uber at 9, does that give you enough time to get ready?”

You glanced at your phone to check the time, it was only 7 o’clock. “That gives me plenty.” You hopped up from your spot on the couch, walking past Vessel and giving him a kiss on the cheek that flushed immediately after your touch.

As you headed back to the room to get ready, you couldn’t remember if you packed any clothes you’d consider clubbing attire. When you used to go all the time as a teen with all your friends, you’d pick the sluttiest thing in your closet, which would always help you get into the club despite the bouncer’s suspicion on your fake ID.

You rummaged through the closet, looking for your dresses you knew you’d packed. And nothing. Absolutely nothing. Instead of giving up hope on your past self for packing everything, you go to the dresser drawer where you had put away the skirts you took with you.

The gasp that escaped you when you realized you had packed the one skirt you’d been dying to wear came into view; it was a black leather mini skirt that zipped up on the side. You threw it onto the bed as you ran back to the closet, searching for the perfect top to go with it. You settled for a black lace bodysuit that was long sleeved and decided putting on your platform calf boots would complete the outfit well.

You never got the chance to dress up and look nice anymore, so you decided it was best to go all out. Even if you were going to be in a dark club where the only people who would be able to see your makeup would have to be standing nose to nose with you. At least you knew Vessel might like it.

You stood in front of the bathroom mirror and started your makeup, taking a little bit of time to try and make sure you didn’t fuck up the eyeliner and your eyebrows too much. It was refreshing getting ready like this and feeling like your younger self again. It didn’t take long for your makeup to come out the way you wanted it to, a good sign that tonight was going to be a great one.

Finding your phone, you check the time; 8:45, not bad for being rusty in your makeup abilities. You grabbed a small purse you like to use occasionally and put your wallet and phone inside.

“Ves?” You called out as you spritzed your perfume on.

“Yeah?” His voice echoed back from his room.

“I’m ready whenever you are.” You left your room and entered his room, eyes growing wide once you saw what he was wearing; black skinny jeans paired with a black t-shirt and leather jacket, his black boots completing the attire. “Are we that emo or what?” Despite the chuckle that came from you, it was hard to take your eyes off of him and how fucking attractive he looked. He turned around and did a double take at you, his eyes wandering over every part of your outfit and face.

“Funny thing is, we’re all just going to be a group of emos.” He smirked as his eyes glanced at the amount of your thighs that were exposed by the skirt for the millionth time. “I’ll order an Uber now since I’m all good to go, and also let III know that we’re heading out.” Vessel stepped closer to you as he tapped away on his phone, after a minute he put it back in his pocket and noticed how close he’d accidentally got to you. His eyes lingered on yours again as he pushed your hair behind your ears, his fingers trailing along your jawline and lifting your chin a bit to examine your makeup. “You look good, really good.”

Your cheeks heated up as he kept his fingers on your chin, his thumb ran over your bottom lip with a little force. “Are you trying to smudge my lipstick?” You asked, lightly swatting his hand away.

A smirk curled at his lips. “I’m just testing it to see if it’ll stay after a makeout or two.” He grinned cheekily as you shoved at his chest making him stumble back a tad. His phone buzzed in his pocket, the notification coming from the Uber informing you that they had arrived.

You followed Vessel downstairs, letting him lead the way to the car waiting outside for the two of you. The Uber rolled down the window and double checked that she was picking up the right people, after Vessel confirmed it was right he opened the back door for you to get inside, letting you settle before shutting it behind you.

The Uber turned in her seat and looked at your outfit. “My dear you are beautiful, I love the top.” You smiled wide at her compliment and thanked her, returning the compliment on her brighter hair color.

Vessel joined you in the backseat and the driver pulled off, putting on some music for you to listen to. Vessel’s hand rested on your thigh as he stared out the window, you watched him as the passing lamp posts illuminated his face ever so often and he would tap his fingers along with the beat of the song playing on the radio. You placed your hand on top of his, pushing your fingers between his and encasing his hand with yours. The size difference was a little silly, especially since yours was on top, but it didn’t matter to you.

The drive took only thirty minutes from his house to the club that was in the middle of London. It was pretty packed already, a line was extended out the door as a bouncer slowly let people in.

“You can drop us off here,” Vessel says. “Thank you for the ride.”

“Thank you honey!” You say as you got out of the car and waved to the sweet driver. Vessel’s hand rested on your hip as he guided you to the sidewalks, his eyes scanning around for the familiar sight of his friends. The brisk air hitting your bare thighs sent shivers up your spine as you found yourself trying to look for them too, but realizing you had no idea what they looked like.

You noticed the group of three guys standing together, one waving over at the two of you and the others in a conversation with one another. Vessel’s pace quickened a bit as you grew closer to the group, watching as the tallest of them was giving Vessel a thumbs up the entire time.

“Gentlemen.” Vessel says sarcastically, earning a glare from the one who stood more eye level with you. “This is Y/N.” He motioned to you. “Y/N, this is III, II and IV, my bandmates.” The tallest out of the four of them and the one giving Ves a thumbs up was III, a bright smile on his face as he reached to shake your hand. The shortest (and probably the one who looked the most innocent) was II, he took your hand in his and kissed it after saying a hello. IV is who you stood eye level with but only because of the shoes you were wearing. Instead of taking your hand in his, he opted for pulling you in for a hug.

“I’m a hugger, sorry.” He says as he felt you tense up a bit, not expecting a hug.

You just smiled and hugged him back. “That’s alright, hugs are never a bad thing.” IV pulled away with a grin on his face and turned his attention to your outfit, he gave you the “okay” symbol with his hand and a nod of approval.

“Let’s get inside as soon as possible before you freeze.” II pointed out the fact that you were shivering, leaving Vessel to swiftly put his jacket over your shoulders and wrap his arm around you to pull you into him. “I was waiting for you to do that for her.”

“Shut up.” Vessel said as he turned to the line. It had shortened quite a bit since you’d arrived, now only a couple of people stood waiting to be let in. Thank goodness because it was really cold out and you needed a drink.

Luckily the bouncer just glanced at all of your IDs and let you inside, he clearly had enough of dealing with people for the night and at this point did not care who he let in. III had taken over leading the group through the club as he had a clear path splayed out in front of him of where he wanted to go. He stopped at a larger booth towards the middle of the club that was pushed further away from where the dance floor was in comparison to some other booths. He flung himself in and sat in the middle, letting II and IV fill in next to him. Vessel motioned for you to sit and he followed, squishing you a bit against his shoulders and IV’s.

A waiter had come over and III was shouting an order for shots over the loud music, giving him a thumbs up as he walked away. You sat back and listened as the boys caught up with each other, constantly yelling back and forth with Vessel occasionally leaning against you in order to hear II a little better.

Once the first round of shots arrived, you had become part of the conversation as it moved onto concerts, a topic you were very familiar with. You all cheered each other with your shots, then threw it back into your mouth. The liquor burned at your esophagus as you did your best not to make any faces at it. After not drinking as much as you used to, you weren’t exactly that great at hiding the fact that you hated tequila.

“Are you not one that likes tequila?” III shouts to you.

“I’m not one to do tequila shots.” You laugh at yourself, the others join you. Vessel draped his arm over your shoulders, his fingers traced delicate patterns on the fabric of your body suit. His face was close to yours, as you felt his lips grazing against your cheek.

The boys cheered on the waiter as he brought two more rounds of shots for the table. Vessel laughed at them as they downed them with ease, you on the other hand watched in jealousy. You brought two shot glasses to sit in front of you, taking one in your hand and throwing it back. The burning wasn’t as bad as the first time, but it still made you make a face.

“You’re keeping them down at least, that’s a good sign.” II shouted from across the table. “Please do not throw up. I don't want to see that.”

You shook your head. “Oh I don’t throw up anymore. Too many years of partying has turned my stomach to steel when it comes to most alcohols.”

“Most.” IV teased. You gave him a good shove as you raised the next shot to your lips, this third one going down a lot easier. “See you just needed to warm up a bit, miss party girl.”

“That’s exactly right.” You said, leaning back to rest against Vessel’s chest. He held you close with one hand that pressed gently against your stomach, you both sat and listened to the conversation the others had. It was interesting to see how they interacted in a regular setting compared to on stage, their personalities were so different but yet at the same time, you could see their stage presences shine at some points.

The first notes of the song that you always had to dance to when you were in a club began to play: S&M by Rihanna. You were a basic woman, you hear Rihanna come on you have to dance along to it. You sat back up quickly, turning to push at Vessel to get him out the booth.

“Move I need to go dance.” You say, shoving him closer to the edge.

“You like this song?” He asks with a smug look on his face, leaving the booth and putting a hand out for you to take.

“I love it, actually.” You say as you stand up. “And you’re going to dance with me.” Your grip tightened on his hand and you pulled him to the dance floor, where many people crowded around and danced to the beat of the song. Pushing your way through a bit until you found a spot you liked, letting go of Vessel’s hand so you could move around. The alcohol in your system really had you feeling yourself and the confidence boost it had given you was like no other, allowing you to move your hips around like no one was watching.

Your eyes flickered up to meet with Vessel’s, noticing they were fixated on you as you danced around. You smirked as you took one step forward and pressed your body against his, taking his hands to rest on your hips. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled his face closer to yours, your nose brushing against his.

In one sudden gesture, Vessel had flipped you around and pressed his chest into your back. His one hand now resting on your lower stomach, and the other? He couldn’t help but place it around your neck. Your eyes closed at the light pressure he was applying on it, a new found butterfly fluttering around in your stomach from the sensation.

The song ended and transitioned into another one that wasn’t as fun to dance to. You pulled Vessel off the floor and back to the booth, noticing another round of shots on the table. You laughed at how pleased III looked with himself and choice of liquor.

“Are you ever going to order an actual drink?” You shout at him, noticing that II and IV had separate drinks they were sipping at.

“No! Those aren’t as fun.” He protested.

You shook your head. “Well you have fun with that, I’m going to find the restroom.” They all waved you off, except for Vessel who landed a smack on your ass as you walked away.

The restrooms weren’t too hard to find as the bright neon sign practically blinded you no matter where you stood in the club. You only went in there to check on your makeup, specifically because of Vessel choking you a bit as you danced. Your eyes teared up some and you couldn’t help but wonder if it messed up your eyeliner at all. Standing at the mirrors you checked your eyes closely, noticing nothing smudged. Perfect. Your hair got a little messed up though, but nothing that didn’t add to the intensity of your look already.

Your ears were ringing from being around the loud music and your throat felt a little scratchy, probably from the amount of yelling you’ve been doing trying to have a conversation with the group. Perhaps a club wasn’t the best choice for your first time meeting Vessel’s band… oh well you were having a great time and couldn’t really care about the practicality of it all.

Once you were satisfied with yourself, you left the bathroom and returned to the loud club. Squeezing past multiple people making out along the back wall and eyeing the small group of people doing lines, you accidentally bumped into someone while you weren’t paying attention.

“Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there.” You shout to the man, hoping you didn’t spill anything he was holding. He turned around and the expression on his face went from annoyed to elated.

“Is alrigh’ darlin’.” He slurred, patting your shoulder. You gave him a smile and went to head to the booth, when you realized he would not let you move from in front of him. “Where… do ya think you’re goin’? Come dance with me…” His hand gripped your shoulder tightly as he pulled you towards the dance floor.

“No, I’m not interested. I need to get back to my friends.” You pry at his hand that was seemingly glued to you, his grip was that strong. “Man let go of me!” That only spurred him to drag your body to be pressed uncomfortably tight against him, the smell of alcohol poisoning your airways as he breathed heavily on you.

A loud smack and a sharp pain rang from your ass as his hand came down hard against it, giving it a painful squeeze afterwards. You were quick to react; shoving him away as hard as you could muster and then landing a hard blow on his face with your fist. The people around you gasped as he fell to the floor covering his nose that was bleeding profusely. Your arm raised again as you stepped over him, about to give him another for good measure, until a hand wrapped around your fist. You turn around and see that Vessel was standing behind you, his eyes burning into you.

“Good god woman.” II said as he stood by Vessel’s side, analyzing the damage you did.

III and IV came over and pulled us away. “Security is coming, we gotta bounce.” Vessel kept you close as you followed the others out the back door of the club and into the freezing night. You walked a few blocks until it was decided security wouldn’t go that far looking for you.

“What the hell happened?” Vessel was the first to speak, his voice remaining calm as he could tell you were shaken up.

“Um-” You begin, but cut yourself off as you hissed at the pain that started to radiate from your fist. “I was coming back from the restroom when I accidentally bumped into that guy. I said sorry and tried to leave but he wouldn’t let me. He had such a tight grip on my shoulder and he wanted me to dance with him. He then held me super tight against his body and smacked my ass hard, I’m probably going to have a bruise.” You glanced at your hand that had a splatter of the man’s blood on it. “So I just punched him.”

Vessel held your hand gently as he examined it, careful to not press too hard against your bruising knuckles. “You okay?” He whispered.

“I’m sure I’ll be okay once I take some pain meds.” You shrug.

“Y/N.” His voice was stern and his eyes burrowed deep into yours. “I didn’t mean like that.” It clicked in your mind, he was asking about how you were mentally. You glanced at the others that stood around, clearly worried about you as well. All you could do was shrug in response, not exactly feeling like breaking down crying in the middle of a London alley right now.

Vessel nodded and glanced at the boys over his shoulder, giving some sort of unspoken message to them. “Let’s get you back home then, yeah?”

You smiled at him. “That would be wonderful.”

#bad omens #noah sebastian #sleep token #vessel

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arvandus · 6 months ago

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The Art of Looking (Sakura x f!OC)

This is a drabble for the lovely @shhroomer featuring her OC, Kyouka Fujiwara! Thank you so much for your Gaza donation,and I hope you enjoy this little ficlet! It ended up going over the WC, but it was entirely worth it. :)

CW: None; just pure fluff

WC: 1,277

Sakura tried to pretend he didn’t notice, even though his eyes saw everything, his ears heard everything. Her smile, her laughter, the soft scratch of her pencil against the paper.

“Hey, how about this??” Nirei said. He held his arms up in a muscle pose, his face comically serious.

Fujiwara giggled, her hand covering her mouth. The pencil was still between her fingers, the graphite painted along the edge of her hand.

Hiragi put his hand on Nirei’s head and ruffled his hair roughly. “Idiot, if you’re gonna pose like that in front of a cute girl, then you better have the muscles to back it up!”

“Hiragiiii!!” Nirei whined.

“Besides, you already got your picture drawn! Let someone else have a turn!!”

Shugishita grunted his agreement with a frown and a nod as he leaned back against the booth with his arms crossed.

“How about Sakura?” Offered Suo with a small smile. “She hasn’t drawn him, yet…”

Sakura froze, the hot flush of embarrassment washing over him as his eyes met Fujiwara’s. Lavender, framed in dark lashes, and was that the hint of a blush across her cheeks??

Ahh, so cute…

“Do you want me to draw you?” She asked.

Yes. Yes, he did. But his embarrassment forced different words from his mouth.

“N-no!!” The word came out louder than he intended, and now his face was on fire. All he wanted was the floor to open up and swallow him whole.

Fujiwara’s eyes widened slightly. “O-oh, okay…”

Just then, Sakura felt a whack along the back of his head. He cursed and looked up to see Tachibana glaring down at him disapprovingly.

“Don’t be a jerk,” she muttered.

“I’m not!” Sakura protested.

He looked back at Fujiwara, an apology on his lips, but his jaw clamped shut when he realized she was now drawing Shugishita. Jealousy thickened beneath his skin, but Sakura said nothing. Instead, he settled into a silent pout as he sipped at his drink.

The time passed, as jokes and conversation flowed, as Fujiwara drew each of the Bofurin boys. She even managed to sneak in a sketch of Tachibana, who blushed and thanked her.

One by one, each person got a sketch of themselves. Everyone except for Sakura.

He guessed he deserved it… he said no, after all, and the look in Fujiwara’s eyes… did he hurt her feelings?

Damn it, he was such an idiot!

As the hour got late, the others began to leave. Nirei left first to return home and have dinner with his family. Then Hiragi left with Shugishita to go check in with Ume. Now it was only Suo, Sakura, Fujiwara, and Tachibana. Fujiwara and Tachibana were deep in their own discussion at the counter, and Sakura watched from the corner of his eye as he pretended to be interested in his phone. Time slowed, the minutes ticking by.

The weight of Suo’s hand on Sakura’s shoulder returned his attention. The young man stared down at him with an enigmatic gaze and soft smile.

“I’m heading out,” he said, his voice quiet, as if it were meant only for Sakura’s ears. “You’ll stay and walk her home, yes?”

“Eh?”

“Fujiwara,” he nodded toward her in explanation. “Ume will be here soon to take Tachibana home, and Fujiwara shouldn’t walk home by herself. Besides,” Suo’s hand squeezed Sakura’s shoulder slightly and his smile widened. “It’d be a nice way to apologize for earlier.”

Sakura flushed and his lip jutted out into a pout. “Yeah, yeah. I was already gonna do it, y’know.”

Suo’s grip relaxed and he gave his friend a pat. “You’re a good man, Sakura.”

Suo gave his goodbyes and left. It made the cafe feel that much emptier, and Sakura that much more aware that he was the only one left lingering. Both Fujiwara and Tachibana looked at him, and he blushed red again as he averted his eyes to his phone, his thumb scrolling but his eyes not really seeing.

Tachibana leaned over the counter and whispered something into Fujiwara’s ear, and the girl blushed.

“O-oh,” she muttered softly, just barely loud enough for Sakura’s ears to catch. “Really??”

Tachibana nodded, and Sakura felt the tips of his ears burn. Still, he stayed rooted to his seat, pretending not to notice.

A moment later, Fujiwara was standing next to him, her sketchbook clutched tightly to her chest.

“Um, Sakura...” she started.

Sakura looked up at her through his bangs, his heterochromatic eyes pinning her. He was quiet, waiting for her to speak, because he didn’t trust himself to not say something stupid again.

“Would... would you walk me home?” she asked quickly, the words rushing from her mouth. Her hands tightened around her sketchbook as if she were bracing herself for a no.

Sakura stood up and put his phone away into his pocket. “Of course I will. Why do you think I’m still here?”

Fujiwara’s lavender eyes widened, and her cheeks dusted pink. She stared at him, stunned for a moment, and he stared back down at her. For the briefest moment, it was as if the world around them fell away, leaving only the two of them. And despite the way it made Sakura’s heart race, a secret part of him also didn’t mind...

But then the door jingled as it opened, and they both looked towards it to see Ume entering.

“Good eveniiinnnngg!!” he said cheerily. “Is my wonderful Tachibana ready to go??”

Tachibana rolled her eyes as she grabbed her coat. “Took you long enough...”

They left the café together, and Tachibana and Ume went one way, waving their goodbyes. Sakura began to walk the other direction to lead Fujiwara home, but halted when he realized she wasn’t following him.

He turned back and looked at her with a furrowed brow. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing! I just... there’s something I want to give you before I forget...” she said.

Then she opened her sketchbook and handed him a paper. He took it from her and stared down at it to see his own face, illuminated in the yellow glow of the streetlight. His face wasn’t drawn from the front like all of the others, but from the side, as if she’d drawn him without him looking, without him even knowing. His expression was calm, the likeness done with such care that it made a warmth spread from within his chest.

“I know you said you didn’t want one,” she explained, her eyes downcast, “but... well... it didn’t feel right not to make you one too.”

Sakura was silent as he stared at it. He glanced at her, then looked back to the artwork of him.

Fujiwara shuffled her feet in embarrassment. “I mean, you don’t have to keep it if you don’t like it—”

“I love it,” he interjected.

He froze, his heart racing at his confession. Ugh, that was probably too much, too obvious...

But then Fujiwara’s shoulders relaxed, her grip on her sketchbook loosening, and a warm smile spread on her lips. “Really? You do?”

Sakura stared at her happy face, and for the first time in the entire evening, he felt as if he’d finally done something right.

“Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, I do. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome!” she smiled.

Sakura gave a half laugh and put his hand on the crown of her black hair. “C’mon. Let’s get you home.”

“Okay,” she breathed.

The rest of the walk home was quiet. But the air was no longer thick between them, and their bodies stood a little bit closer than before, shoulders barely brushing against each other as they enjoyed the solitude of each other’s company.

Author's Note: If you enjoy my writing and would like me to write a drabble for you, pleas consider joining the fics for gaza event!

#Sakura x OC #wind breaker #haruka sakura #sakura haruka

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voraciousvore · 7 months ago

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Giganterra (Chapter 18)

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Content Warning: Vore/ sexual themes

Word Count: 2.7k

------ Chapter 18: The Glutton ------

Chester couldn’t get Jackie out of his head. She was the best human he’d ever tasted, and he was obsessed with her. He fantasized incessantly about savoring her in his mouth, swallowing her down, and feeling her move around inside his belly. He wouldn’t be able to rest otherwise: He’d stayed up all last night thinking about her, rotating her around in his brain like he was roasting her on a rotisserie. She had such a unique, unidentifiable flavor that tantalized his taste buds as he remembered her sublime taste on his tongue. Any meals he ate paled in comparison, seemed bland and tasteless, when she hovered in his every waking thought as well as his dreams.

His mouth watered as he wandered over to the royal kitchen. The chefs were all focused on food prep, chopping and yelling and banging pots and pans around as they worked tirelessly to feed the royal family and their army of servants. Chester sidled along the wall, hoping he could escape notice. He padded over to the human tanks, wiping his salivating maw on his sleeve and finding it harder and harder to restrain himself. He loomed over the enclosures, searching for his prey.

Jackie’s breath hitched in her throat as the specter of her worst nightmares overshadowed her. She knew the giant desired her, was seeking her out to eat her, and she was deathly afraid. With nowhere to hide, on display in the transparent case, she remained perfectly still, hoping by some miracle to evade his sight. Her blood froze in her veins when his predatory gaze landed on her, and his mouthful of slick teeth displayed across his face in a ravenous grin. She let out a high-pitched shriek and cringed away as his enormous hand blocked out the light above.

“Chester!” Bucky snapped, whacking his knuckles hard with a wooden ladle. “Get away from there!”

“Ouch!” Chester cried, retracting his hand. “Aw, c’mon, I was just looking…”

“Bullshit! I know you too well, you drooling glutton. There’s no way I’d let you prowl around unsupervised in MY kitchen.” He planted his hands on his mile-wide hips with a shake of his head.

Chester turned up the corner of his mouth in a smirk. “Alright, fine. You caught me.” He kneaded his hand, which was turning red and beginning to bruise from being struck. “Can I just-”

“No.”

“Please?”

“Absolutely not.”

“I just want to borrow one for a few hours. Is that too much to ask? Nobody will even notice she’s missing. If the king requests her, you can just claim she’s sick or something.”

Bucky squinted his eyes in thought, stroking his triple chins. He grinned mischievously. “What will you give me in return? Will you let me piss in Ronny’s food?”

Chester retched. “You know whatever you put in his food, I have to eat too. Hard pass.”

“What about spit?”

“Ugh, gross. No! You’ll get me in trouble if I sanction something like that.” Chester brushed his fingers against his neck. “That’s not worth losing my head over.”

“Either way, the spoiled brat deserves it,” Bucky grumbled. He crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. “No deal then.”

Chester frowned and dug his hand in his pocket. “What about this?” He revealed a handful of fine jewelry, glittering with gold and precious gems.

Bucky’s eyes gleamed. “Where did you get those?”

Chester glanced around conspiratorially before leaning forward and lowering his voice. “Princess Bianca’s jewelry box. She’s got so many trinkets, she’ll never notice a few missing. I snagged them recently when I was in her private quarters to check her breakfast. She doesn’t pay attention to the servants whom she considers beneath her.”

Bucky sniggered. “Nice.” He gestured with his thick fingers greedily. “Alright. You win. Pick one, and she’s yours for a few hours.” Chester slapped an ornate garnet ring in the head chef’s pudgy palm and returned the rest to his pocket. Bucky frowned.

“That’s worth a fortune all in itself,” Chester clarified, noting his dissatisfaction. “That’s more than enough for the privilege.”

Bucky grunted, but he knew Chester was right. Besides, he was only loaning her out for a few hours: He wasn’t actually sacrificing anything himself. As far as he was concerned, it was free cash. “Fine. Just hang out in the food storage closet over there. If the king requests her for a snack, I expect you to spit her up. And clean her off when you’re done, for God’s sake.”

“Fair enough,” Chester agreed. He didn’t care—whatever he had to say to get that tasty woman in his belly. His stomach rumbled, clamoring for fresh living meat. Jackie’s heart stopped with horror as she watched him remove the lid from her tank and reach his enormous hand inside. She had no defense, nowhere to run as his open hand approached, fingers far taller and thicker than her entire body curving around her. She screamed, but her exclamation was muffled as she was fully engulfed in the giant’s gargantuan fist.

He raised her out triumphantly and rushed over to the food closet, shutting the door behind him for privacy. The closet was dark, cramped, and musty, with nowhere to rest his hindquarters comfortably, but Chester didn’t care. He sat down on the dusty floor, against a shelf loaded with onions, potatoes, carrots, and turnips, heedless of the inevitable accumulation of dirt on his clothes. The pungent odor of root vegetables and dust motes made him sneeze as he disrupted the layers of sediment.

He peeked into his hand to see Jackie cowering down in the hollow of his fist, shivering uncontrollably. She wasn’t fighting him too much, since she comprehended how weak and powerless she was compared to a giant, so he opened his fingers like the blossoming of a flower to reveal the tasty nude maiden in all her glory. He drank in her intoxicating scent, ignoring the other smells pervading the air. He quivered with delight and anticipation, sighing with how overcome he was to finally get the chance to fully indulge himself.

Jackie wanted to bolt so badly, but she feared a fall from this height would severely injure her, if not kill her. Plus, she doubted she could get away without the brute catching her, even if she scurried down his arm and tumbled into his soft lap to break her fall. “P-p-please... don’t hurt me...” she whimpered.

“Shhhh, no, no, it’s okay,” Chester assured her. “I’m not going to harm you. I’m just going to swallow you whole. You’ll be tucked away, all nice and safe in my belly.” A flood of spit dribbled down his chin with anticipation. As he spoke, he admired her naked form. She would taste even better without any clothes to impede access to her skin.

As his bright emerald eyes dined on her flesh, he was suddenly struck with an unexpected bout of shyness. She had a full figure, identical to a giantess but on a much smaller scale. Her voluptuous thighs and breasts looked delicious in more ways than one. Her form was very aesthetically pleasing, perhaps even... titillating? A blush crept over his cheeks. He’d seen plenty of human women naked before, but he didn’t normally see them through a sexual lens. None had ever captured his interest like she did. He was mortified to find blood flowing to his groin, awakening his member.

He was lightheaded, and his heart was pounding almost as hard as Jackie’s, albeit for a very different reason. What was wrong with him? No human should make him feel this way. They were supposed to be food, not romantic interests. Yet, he’d known from the very beginning that she was special. He’d presumed it was because of her exquisite aroma and taste, but as he gazed upon her a different sentiment, one very powerful and overwhelming, invaded his heart. He felt an urge to hold her against him—or inside him—to protect her and keep her safe. Her face, which initially appeared plain to him when he was judging her by the king’s standards, now drew him in like a magical enchantment.

Chester blinked, trying to snap out of his trance. For some reason, all at once, the whole situation felt very wrong—not just his inappropriate emotions, but his obsessive desire to consume her at any cost. He had single-mindedly pursued his goal to eat her, but now that he was here, he wanted more from her than merely satiation of his physical appetites. He didn’t know what to do, and he wasn’t in the habit of treating humans like people, so he sat there stupefied like an idiot. Jackie was crumbling under the strain as she waited for him to mercilessly devour her. After her dreadful encounter with King Richard, she knew what to expect: She knew struggling would be futile.

“Um... so... what’s your name?” the hungry giant asked stupidly, not sure what else to say or do. He was stalling. He’d gotten this far, only to be paralyzed with indecision. He wanted to eat her so badly, yet the more benevolent yearning in his heart clashed with his ravenous stomach.

Jackie’s face contorted with bafflement on top of her fright. “Huh?”

“Your name,” Chester repeated, swallowing and licking the excess moisture off his lips. The subtle movements of his gigantic tongue and throat caused Jackie to recoil. She couldn’t help but imagine, with the graphic clarity of prior experience, the horror of being forced over the threshold of the teeth into the slavering maw, to be swallowed and squeezed into the churning, boiling organ deep inside. She was too afraid to answer him, too focused on her impending torture.

Chester lowered his hand away from his mouth, resting it in his lap with a soft exhale. Jackie squeaked with surprise, reflexively clinging to one of his fingers for support. She shook in his palm, unsure what was happening. Yet again, with her new position closer to the ground, she weighed the option of sprinting for her life. She glanced up at the giant towering above her, his face scrunched with a complicated expression she was unable to distinguish. He was just so incomprehensively massive. His arm far exceeded the length she’d be able to run before he reacted. He’d effortlessly catch her, and the last thing she wanted to do was anger the giant man.

“W-what difference does it make?” Jackie stammered, breaking the uncomfortable silence. She couldn’t stand the suspense any longer. “If you’re just going to treat me like food anyway?”

Chester hesitated. “I don’t know.” He curled his huge fingers gently around Jackie, making her cringe. She didn’t know why he was asking her personal questions, but she figured it might be better to keep him talking, to delay and perhaps shorten her tour through his digestive tract.

“M-my name’s Jaclyn,” she answered timidly. “Although everyone calls me Jackie.”

“That’s a nice name,” Chester replied. He didn’t know what else to say, so he lapsed into a tense silence. His new desire, a strangely tender sentiment, battled his primal predatory urges. His cravings to ingest her were killing him, waxing stronger than ever. He wanted to lick her, to envelop her in his jaws, to roll her around in his cheeks like a jawbreaker, to feel her small body sliding down his throat. His stomach rumbled like an earthquake, and Jackie whimpered with raw terror. She didn’t want to be inside his body, not at all.

He struggled to hold himself back, but he feared his stomach would take over if he deprived himself any longer. “Can I eat you?” he blurted out loudly. A drop of spittle dripped off his lip and splashed on his palm next to Jackie.

“Are you kidding me? NO!” Jackie cried, hopping away from the fresh puddle of filthy warm slobber.

“Please?” Chester implored. He subconsciously leaned over the tiny human, holding her closer to his mouth. “Good lord, you smell so good...”

“S-stay back!” Jackie cried, holding out her hand stiffly in a fruitless gesture of self-defense. Chester was sorely tempted to wrap his lips around her cute, tasty little hand, or run his tongue up the length of her arm, but he restrained himself. He backed off with a sigh.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized softly. He wasn’t sure why he uttered those words. He was a giant, an apex predator; she was a lowly human. He had every right to devour her, and he didn’t require her permission to do so. Yet, he felt so wrong. Everything felt so wrong. His world was falling apart, all because of this little human he was obsessing over. He winced as his stomach growled again, more insistently this time.

Keeping Jackie ensconced securely in his hand, he fumbled his other hand over the shelf loaded with vegetables and blindly snagged a carrot. He shoved the entire thing in his mouth, all the way up to the stalk, and crunched down on it with his teeth. He chewed it up and swallowed with a hearty gulp. He reached back again, grabbing an onion this time, and bit into it like an apple, without even peeling it. He chomped it down and continued to forage, demolishing a few potatoes and polishing off another onion with gusto.

Jackie watched the gluttonous display with confusion and dread. She didn’t understand why the giant was dining on random vegetables. Was he just eating appetizers to prepare his stomach for her, the main course? His prodigal appetite was disquieting to behold as a menagerie of giant vegetables were grinded into mush by his fearsome teeth and disappeared raw down his gullet. Jackie could hear with gross detail the chewing of his teeth, the gulping of his throat, and the gurgling of his stomach as it received the offerings. She imagined swimming around in a cauldron of bubbling gastric juices, surrounded by fibrous pulp digesting all around her, and shuddered violently. She hated that mental image with a visceral passion.

For his part, Chester failed to realize his vegetable binge was frightening the tiny human in his grasp. He was hungry and deeply conflicted. He yearned to eat Jackie with an intensity that burned as bright as the sun, but at the same time he didn’t want to force her into his belly. With tender new feelings embroiling his heart, he didn’t wish for her to hate him, by forcing her into his stomach. The correct course of action would be to return her to her tank uneaten, before he lost control of himself, but at the same time he didn’t want to let her go. He still strongly desired to eat her, to taste her, and a part of him wanted to keep her inside him forever.

So he sat in the closet, wallowing in indecision and his own carnivorous urges, and gorged himself with vegetables. They were filler, and sadly not meat, but they were edible nonetheless, and superior to an empty belly. He was padding out his time with her as he tried to resist, yet still contemplated devouring her, leaving the option open. He didn’t want Bucky to know he failed to eat her either. Bucky would judge him for his odd choice, and find his behavior exceedingly strange and suspicious. Chester didn’t want to cause trouble or jeopardize his highly coveted position at court.

Fortunately, his more civilized and compassionate side won against his predatory instincts. He did not eat Jackie, and returned her to her tank later without a single drop of saliva or acid on her skin. As miserable as he felt, to walk away without indulgence despite paying for the privilege, he was proud of himself for overcoming his hunger. His heart was beating fast, and his cheeks flushed as he glanced back at Jackie before exiting the kitchen.

Jackie was perplexed. She had expected the worst, but nothing had happened. She wasn’t eaten against her will, even though the giant clearly coveted her succulent meat more than anything, with all his salivating and stomach gurgles. He stuffed himself full of vegetables instead. She didn’t know what to make of this puzzle. The rush of blood to his face before he left was even more bewildering to her. Why would he be blushing? Nothing made any sense.

Chapter 19

#g/t vore #vore writing #vore story #giant #g/t fearplay #macro/micro #male pred #female prey #v.ore #v0re #v/ore #gt vore #vore stories #g/t writing #g/t story #tiny

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dangermousie · 2 months ago

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This drama continues pitch perfect in every respect and I really love what they are doing with these two characters. Like written or acted wrong, Gang Ju would be unbearable - an unpleasant meathead rolling in his immaturity. But the way he's written and acted, he's immature and he's a himbo and his foot spends more time in his mouth than out of it, but you somehow don't mind (while still getting Da Rim's wrath) because he just comes across as thoughtless but goodhearted. Like fundamentally, he's a truly decent person, and that would normally be a hard sell for a character who promised to call his one night stand and then ghosted her.

It's interesting he tries to defend himself with all these reasons (which is telling because if he didn't feel shame, he'd not bother)

At this point, I wanted to stab him because even if true, you don't SAY that!!!!

His little voiceover knows he's being scummy. The thing is, and I love that - is that nothing he did to her is epic or larger than life or even all that terrible - when a girl propositions you, you take her up on it, and then ask for her number and say you'll call but don't - it is so so so routine. It's pretty mundane like a lot of this drama and I love it.

It's a sort of interesting inverse of people pleaser dynamic. Where he just wanted to make her feel really good in the moment and pleased so he put on all this act and the downside of people pleasing like that is that he might like making people feel nice in the moment but he's not a martyr so he never thought that it would be more displeasing for her to be given hope and have it yanked. It's the whole making nice and smoothing things over, which can be great or NOT.

Anyway, I love when she starts whacking him because deserved.

And then she breaks her cane whacking him. The thing is, it's his reaction here that once again sums up why I like him as a character tho his maturity is not there. A total jerk or a broody drama alpha would stalk off but he's instantly "omg no she can't see without that stick that she was hitting me with." I think I just like him because he's so very opposite of alpha if it makes sense. He may not have ever wanted to date her but it's not because he thinks he's God's gift to women or generally the most amazing thing ever.

#kdrama #geum sae rok #iron family #kim jung hyun

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berrypass-de-murdler · 2 months ago

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2 - 32 Country Clubbed to Death

goddammit I worked so hard on another drawing that wasn't enoughhh

Anyway, recently I have been pouring a ton of effort into BABYTINO lore, so have these ridiculous smol chonkers. I've been working on it a lot so if you wanna know more let me know :3

I'm also depressing myself with this new lore so let's get to an extremely stupid filler episode to snap me out of it

DON'T READ THE EPISODES WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!!

LOGICO: Why are there SO MANY murders? Literally daily murders. Don’t you think it’s a little suspicious? IRRATINO: Hmm… nah. Look a country club! I bet we’ll find a murder there.

They sign up to do some golfin’. Some others are also there, gently whacking balls.

TANGERINE: Hi.

A murder occurs.

TANGERINE: :p LOGICO: I know country club politics are cutthroat, but this seems like overkill… IRRATINO: HAAAAHhahahaha. ‘Overkill’. LOGICO: Hehehehe I know right? Because the murder.

The other two suspects are Judge Pine and Vice President MAUVE. Logico expects the latter to announce her catchphrase, and is almost disappointed when she doesn’t.

MAUVE: Heh? What are you looking at.

First, the boys head to a CREEPY boarded-up shack - the place where the golfers keep their SHIT… and bodies. Tangerine has retreated there to do their… y’know.

TANGERINE: Logico. Look what I got.

They show off a NICE-ass first-place trophy. They do some enchanting hand gestures to add to the effect.

TANGERINE: Mauve was caught cheating - using her VR headset to guide her swings. With her out of the picture, this baby turned out to be all mine. LOGICO: Um… okay. So, what do you know about the murder? TANGERINE: Nothing. Why are you in here? LOGICO: [facepalm]

Next, they move on to the Judge Pine.

PINE: All I know is Vice President Mauve was in the dining hall. LOGICO: That’s all you know? About the entire murder? PINE: Yes. IRRATINO: You don’t know where you were? LOGICO: Or what weapon you were carrying? IRRATINO: I think she must have been blacked out. LOGICO: You know the drinks they serve in these places. PINE: Wh- OXYMORONS: [snickering like idiots]

After getting statements, Logico finds Irratino grinning madly by one of the holes.

LOGICO: What are you doing? IRRATINO: Being an esoteric detective. I’m imagining Mauve with a poisoned cocktail.

Mauve puts down a glass she was about to drink out of.

IRRATINO: Watch me do this hole in one.

He swings a club badly and faceplants. Logico laughs.

LOGICO: You have to dress like an OLD MAN, Irratino. No one else GOLFS.

The suspects look offended.

LOGICO: You think you can just GOLF in THAT? [tickles goat] IRRATINO: Ohhh don't you mess with me! I'm the golf queen! I’ve been to 5,000 conventions! [picks up short king and shakes him around] LOGICO: Oh you have? Well my GREAT AUNT was an ACTUAL GOLF BALL! Give me the club! IRRATINO: NUH-UH!

They are running around and giggling like maniacs. Are they high??

MAUVE: I want to go home now.

Pine can’t take it anymore!

PINE: [stomp] WILL Y’ALL SHUT UP? I DID THE MURDER OKAY?? He cheated at golf! He had to be dealt with! LOGICO: Pfffft. Golf isn’t worth KILLING over. TANGERINE: Um, yes it is. That human fucking deserved what he got. No one cheats at golf in front of us. NO ONE.

Mauve VERY slowly slides away.

LOGICO: I can’t believe your idea of annoying them into a confession actually worked. IRRATINO: The amount of sugar I dumped in your coffee helped! LOGICO: >:0!!!

He lightly whacks Irratino in the nuts with a golf club.

LOGICO: Now are you proud of yourself? I get VIOLENT on a sugar high. IRRATINO: …fine…

They have to calm down before the next murder.

The end!

New trick - if you're annoying enough, the suspects will just confess! ^w^

NNAAAAAAA BABYTINO MAKES ME SAD GIVE HIM TO ME RIGHT NOW-

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

#murdle #cartoonmurdleverse

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waters-and-the-wilde · 1 year ago

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okay speaking of wrestling and also apropos of 'Rita drags him in by his tie', I was previously having Thoughts about imminently post Got His Ass wherein Rita is bound and determined to drag Nureyev kicking and screaming back into being family again so uh. scenario.

Rita corners Nureyev for A Conversation after they Get His Ass, like plot resolution denouement loose ends and stuff where he's in the clear debt-wise, made his peace with Slip however that looks, he and Juno Have Talked but they're like just on the other side of Having Talked. like Things Are Okay but also everything's just so raw and they're being So Careful with each other, it's like the early days on the Carte Blanche again and it's hard to shake the feeling that any more disturbance is going to topple whatever they're trying to rebuild

so Nureyev is just. his whole brain is full of fire alarms. he's vibrating in place like a greyhound that just got picked up at the shelter after it got spooked and ran away from home. this time he has no high ground as the injured party, he and Rita have known each other for a year now so there's a lot less of her initial 'sniff out the new beau' hesitancy, and sure he knows Rita well enough that it's obvious she's not gonna up and Ruin Him on purpose when she wholeheartedly volunteered to get him out of the mess he was in but still. she's the most unpredictable person he's ever met, he has no idea how this is going to go.

like logically he knows that he and Juno are working shit out and logically he knows that Rita's kinder than the people in her life deserve and might continue to tolerate him, but ultimately she's Juno's best friend who might well just be about to give him the mother of all 'you're on thin fucking ice' shovel talks, like she can't possibly still approve of him anymore right??

so he's scrambling to do preemptive damage control, he's throwing everything he's got into trying to Fix This. going on about how he knows what she must think of him and how sorry he is and that all he has to say for himself is that he only wanted to keep Juno safe, that he couldn't bear the thought of dragging him down with him, not when he was free and their family was together and he knows he should have ended it when Juno asked him to and he just wasn't strong enough and Rita's like. yeah that's nice i know Mista' Nureyev, hey can I tell you what I said to Mista' Steel when he told me about leaving you in that hotel?

and Nureyev shuts up and braces himself and nods very seriously and then she's like, actually you might wanna take off your glasses for this, and now he's extra confused and possibly even more terrified, and she waits until he's put them in a little case and set it on a side table and then there's just kind of a blur and a whole Rita NYEEERRRRRRAAaGGHHH!!!! noise and WHOOMP

pillow to the face

(for context. in my brain. I sorta presume that Juno told her about what happened with Miasma at some point in the aftermath of Newtown bc he owed her an explanation about both times he went missing, and yes she was glad that Juno didn't run away on an adventure across the galaxy without her but she knows a dick move when she sees one and also probably has the full context of baby Mista' Steel's self-sabotaging romantic choices (Juno said there was a whole thing about him walking out when he was with Diamond so I am assuming that Rita was privy to any number of related incidents over the course of those years). finding out that he passed up the chance to run away on a romantic adventure with the mysterious and dashing gentleman who he'd been mooning over for month, who was apparently also smitten with him the whole time and saved his life and tried to take care of him when he lost his eye?? she waited until he was staring into the bottom of his glass and then started whaling on him with a pillow)

anyway Nureyev doesn't get a chance to do much except yelp and sputter and get his arms up before she whacks him with the pillow again. and again. and starts yelling like 'YOu! are! such! a! big! dumb! baBY! Just! 'Cause! YOU! Think! People're better off! Without you! Don't make you! All! Noble 'n stuff!'

and he gets with the program pretty fast, which is to say that he's just on the floor letting her do her worst because that's just what's happening now

'alright I yield! I surrender! have mercy your honor!'

'DAMN! RIGHT! YOU! DO! DidN'T! Captain! Mom! Teach! you! aNYThInG! Big! Stupid! Tough guy! Tryin'a! Do it all! Yourself! We're! S'posed to be! FaMBLY! Now you're! Stuck with us! FoReVeR!!'

tackles him with the pillow. starts tickling him. both of them are shrieking. he vaguely registers that Juno has appeared and is slouching in the doorway 'my love i beg of you call off the attack i'll do anything' and Juno's like 'sorry honey i'm a little busy' and is holding up something that is probably comms-shaped and 'Nooooo, Juno how could you, JUNO SINCE WHEN DO YOU KNOW HOW TO RECORD THINGS'

(and the thing is Nureyev was just letting it happen because he assumed this was catharsis for Rita's sake and sure it's not not for Rita getting it out of her system but she processes things pretty fast you know? and she runs out of steam and goes off to get a snack and he's just there on the floor with his hair in his face kinda punch-drunk and Juno sidles up and sits beside him and whoops turns out Rita found the Release Feelings Valve and Juno's like 'yeah she does that. went a lot easier on me but I think that was mostly because I'd just gotten out of the hospital when i told her about all that.')

(a couple months later Ruby turns up to scoop Jet in the nick of time from a dangerous raid on Dark Matters and he asks what it's been up to and it pulls up the footage that Juno copied to the databanks. he gets a good kick out of the fact that Rita was on the same page about the whole 'he is solitary and overconfident and alone he can only fail' thing and that she got the opportunity to address it in the most rita way possible)

#team janus beast #the penumbra podcast #rita my beloved #juno steel #peter nureyev #this is also a direct parallel to my headcanon about Jet scooping Juno like a naughty cat during midmorning scuffles on the Carte Blanche #and Rita getting comms footage of it as payback for two decades of having to Put Up With This Shit #which i stg i am going to actually write

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Disappeared for rehearsal but your anger is totally justified and honestly as a wxs fan I am so so disappointed in the ones who start hating on vbs for this and completely misinterpreting all this and callig it useless for no other reason other than spite. Grow up oh my god.

Ofc i also was excited for limited tsks5 (but moreso for the possibility for long haired rui bc samurai-ish set?) but it's not like. The end of the world. Idk i just feel like this is such childish behaviour and you, especially as a vbs oshi, deserve to be mad bc honestly. The twitter community is so tiring. Prsk twt fandom stop idolising n25 and wxs and acting like everything else is a problem and bad and not worth it challenge absolute fail!!!!

And you're def also a big reason i grew to understand and love vbs more and always talk with sense and u know a lot of things so if you were excited and this is making u mad than it must even worse so I'm so sorry. Pls be sure to take time to yourself if you need it to not interact with anyone who's acting Like That bc your enjoyment is the most important!!

I'm excited tho!! I do need to catch up on vbs stories yo understand all of this better, bc i have an idea but not like. A clear one. And this definitely is a very good motivation because !!!!! THIS IS SO BIG!!!

Oh trust me, I was excited for Tsukasa5 being limited as well (multiple reasons, aside from what you've said: while I understand the reasoning behind this set being lim, I genuinely wish it wasn't because it'll likely lock side stories and generally nice story moments from some players forever which is unfair, and I don't think shouldn't have been lim in the same way Canary event or Our Happy Ending or Saying Goodbye to My persona weren't; I'm also pissed off by, as I already said, VERY BAD TERRIBLE NO GOOD precedent for the greedy and unfair gacha this banner sets up). It's majorly messed up from Sega's part to do that with him, but it's not because they hate WxS as characters or something, it's because they know they can put a limited event, a WLE (semi-limited) and then a fan-favourite unlimited banner and still get profit from all of it, possibly more than they would if the distribution was better. It's not them hating WxS fans (if anything, VBS fans are more screwed), it's just corporate greed that we need to stop personifying.

I guess I'm just majorly disappointed, more even in the VBS fans being... Like this than the outside reaction. VBS have always been a running joke withing the fandom let's be honest, not a lot of people take them and their (very interesting) themes seriously at all (which is partially why LUtF had so much backlash for suddenly getting serious as if VBS weren't already that). Others' reaction to The Event was always something that I could predict, the amplification of it by the malicious planning is unfortunate but understandable. It's the in-fandom panic and the discovery that people who claim to be fans genuinely do not read the events, do not read the events' synopsis, the events' short summaries and then proceed to have insane takes and spread them as truth that got me upset the most I think lol.

That said my rage is amplified a lot here, mostly for laughs. I am majorly annoyed and miffed because I was expecting at least the VBS fans to be hyped and excited so we could all celebrate, but oh well. Forgot I have different definition of "a fan of a unit" than 90% of the fandom. I still know a lot of people who are on the same wavelength as me and we can get hyped together though, so like I said, it doesn't upset me too much, just makes me want to whack some people with a comically oversized hammer. I'll be just fine.

Thanks though! :D

Edit: hope you had fun at the rehearsal by the way!

#jay rambles.txt #jay gets asks.txt #jay pjsk critical.txt

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heckinconfusedparade · 2 years ago

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what do you think would happen if the Wachowski family meets Nine??? Like Nine accidentally transported into their world in there home??? What would happen???

Nine Discovers the SCU

Nine has decided that he’s gonna go home now. Unfortunately, somewhere he takes a wrong turn and ends up in the front yard of the Wachowskis. Tom, who was in the middle of weed whacking, is staring at the ship that has now landed in his yard with the most confused and shocked look.

Nine realizes he has now killed this poor guys lawn and feels bad. He exits his ship to apologize to Tom before he starts getting aggressive. Tom is even more baffled seeing Nine. He looks a lot like Tails, but less fluffy, more scruffy, a bit taller, wearing clothes, and his ears are tinted orange towards the tips with lil fluffs of fur.

“Tails??“ Tom says, approaching Nine who backs up. Nine is no longer angry being called Tails, he’s used to it now “I’m not Tails. The name’s Nine.”

“Tom, nice to meet you.” Tom wonders if this is one of his sons alternate universe friends that he hasn’t met or heard of yet. Tom puts away his weed whacker “are you a friend of my sons? My youngest has picked up a hobby of.. universe hopping I think he calls it?” Tom asks. Nine shakes his head “I haven’t been to this universe yet. I don’t know who you or your sons are.” he says bluntly.

Suddenly, a blue hedgehog appears in the window of the living room “DAAAAD MOM WANTS TO KNOW IF- who’s that?” Sonics face is pressed up against the screen of the window. He disappears back into the house and comes out the door with Tails and Knuckles. Tails is immediately attracted to the ship in his yard like a moth to a lämp. Knuckles is giving Nine a puzzled look. It’s like he can smell the loneliness in this kid. Sonic remembers his task “oh yea, dad, mom wants to know if you wanted potatoes or carrots for dinner.” Sonic asks looking at his father. Tom thinks for a second “tell her that potatoes are good.” Sonic rushes off to pass the message and the news of a new arrival and returns to his dad and brothers.

Nine blinks “..this Sonic has parents? What’s next, does he have siblings too?” Tails and Knuckles turn to face Nine then look at each other. Nine’s eyes widen “no way..”

“YEAH WAY!” Sonic pops up between his brothers and slings his arms around their shoulders to pull them close to him. Nine is baffled. “Why would.. yknow what I’m not gonna ask.”

Tails looks confused “do you.. not consider your Sonic family?” Nine snickers “pff- no! I barely know him. He’s the closest thing to a friend I’ve got, though.. and my sonic? As far as I’m concerned he isn’t even MY Sonic. I don’t know if my universe has one!” Nine takes some deep breaths.

Nine is frustrated.. why do these alternate versions of him get to have friends and family, and he doesn’t? What has he done to deserve to be so alone? To face the pain and turmoil of his reality alone?

“Are you alright, other Tails?” Knuckles gives Nine a concerned look. Nine’s frustration breaks out a little “IM NOT TAILS, MY NAME IS NINE!” He shows off his nine tails which makes the others back up. Knuckles doesn’t want to fight him, but he positions himself in front of his brothers.

Tom crouches to Nine’s height “hey.. hey, bud sorry we upset you.. deep breaths.” Nine takes deep breathes “Im..sorry. It’s been a long day.. week? I have no idea how long it’s been..”

Sonic gasps “oh then no wonder you’re upset, Nine! You must be hungry. You should join us for dinner!”

Nine looks at him. He’s being invited to dinner? He shouldn’t..

But he did! He’s now at the dinner table. As soon as he takes that first bite, it’s obvious that this poor kid was hungry.

“So, Nine where do you come from?” Maddie starts.

“I came from what can be best described as a toxic wasteland ruled by the Chaos Council, which according to another Sonic I met, essentially consists of 5 Eggman..Eggmen? Whatever. It sucks, and there’s no blue skies, no palm trees, no ocean, no green, nothing. Just a bunch of miserable lonely people who either fight, die, or die fighting. Then one day a blue hedgehog broke into my house and called me Tails and I tried to kill him. That’s about it for where I’m from.” Nine lays down his fork.

The others process. Nine continues “oh and I found out that my Sonic might not even be my Sonic. And I don’t even know where he is, he keeps running fast enough to warp somewhere? For all I know, he’s in the void.”

“I’ve never run that fast, that’s kinda cool!” Sonic is trying to see light in the situation. Then Tom reminds him “you caused a blackout across the continent.” which makes him frown.

“Question. What is that?” Nine points to Ozzie who’s begging for food. Tails laughs “that’s Ozzie! That’s what dogs look like here on Earth!” “Oh.” Nine notes that. Odd dog creature.

Knuckles clears his throat “have you met another me?” Nine snorts “you’re the 4th Knuckles I’ve met. The others are fighting for freedom, dumb as a rock, one telling me it’s ok to want others in my life, and then there’s you.” Knuckles nods then chuckles “I think I have met the dumb one. He’s a good guy.”

Nine looks at him “you have?”

Sonic responds “yea! His Tails and our Tails mess with the multiverse sometimes.. though I think other Tails had his gun taken away from him because he kept risking the collapse of the universe?”

Nine blinks “oh..” Tails laughs “it’s universal!”

Soon, Tails is showing Nine his Pokémon cards in the attic. Nine is very confused, but he’s trying his best to understand.

Tails notices Nine is looking down. “Are you ok? Sorry I’m rambling..” Tails puts his hand on Nine’s shoulder. Nine shakes his head “no, it’s ok.. I’m.. I’m glad you have something you like..” vs

“Do you not have anything you like?”

“I like to invent. That’s it. What is there more to like? There’s nowhere to pursue any kind of hobby. Can’t even hang out with friends because I don’t have any.” Nine says starting to let out his stress again “every single universe I’ve went to, you’ve had Sonic. Every single universe I’ve went to, you get to have friends and be happy. Do I.. not deserve that? Why was I the only one cursed to suffer with no one?! I haven’t even seen an ocean or trees or stars until today! Sonic is the closest thing I have to a friend and I’m gonna have to say goodbye to him.” Nine starts to tear up.

“Nine..” Tails starts

“I don’t even know why he bothers with me! He’s already got him. Don’t get me wrong, it’s great that in some reality I get to be happy, but.. I just wish I had the chance to achieve it with or without that stupid hedgehog. Heck.. why am I so wrapped around someone I barley know?! It’s like I’ve known him for years! Which is very trippy AND I HATE IT.” Nine holds his face in his hands as Tails gently wraps his arms around him.

“Nine.. listen to me.” Tails begins “You still have many chances to be happy. You still have so much of your life left. If you want things to change, be that change you want to see. Everyone has bad days and rough times, but I think it helps to know that even if they’re rough, things are gonna get better someday.”

Nine takes it in for a moment then clings to Tails and sobs into his shoulder. Years of anguish and sadness and loneliness comes out in streams of tears. Tails starts to cry with him.

They cry with each other for a little while before pulling away to wipe the tears away. “Maybe it’s just in our nature to have a speedy blue hedgehog as a best friend. He changed both of our lives. Let’s make that change worthwhile, ok?” Tails smiles at Nine who smiles back “ok! Thanks Tails..”

“it’s no problem! And hey, maybe I should make myself a set of those cool extra tails you have!”

“You should!”

“NO” they hear Sonic shouting from somewhere in the house. The two laugh.

Tails is very briefly allowed to check out the ship before Nine heads out. Maddie gives him leftover food and some bottles of water for his travels.

Time to go home.

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Sometimes Heroes Wear Monocles ~ A Jacksepticeye Ego Fanfic

Here we have a fabulous prompt from the ever lovely Jameson/Marvin anon! You have been so so patient, so I hope you enjoy! LET’S DO THIS!

TAGGING: @jameson-lee-jackson and @jam-lee-jackson

Quiet footsteps padded through the manor in the midst of the night, the figure trying to be as quiet as possible. Then that figure slipped into the living room, reached the couch…and flopped onto it face first. Within seconds, Jackie-Boy Man was sound asleep. The septic superhero had been spending nearly every night out on hero duty, keeping people safe, stopping crimes, and generally being an incredible human being. But it was also gruelling and tiring for the poor guy, who now was quietly snoring as he curled up on the couch.

A few moments later, another set of footsteps came through the room. It was Jamie, with a glass of water he’d fetched himself from the kitchen. He was using his phone torch to light his way when he saw the snoring hero. He gave Jackie a fond, warm smile. Everyone knew how hard Jackie had been working, and how exhausted all his efforts made him. Jamie tilted his head down at Jackie, his moustache twitching a little as he thought to himself. Then, his face lit up as he made a decision. Tomorrow, after Jackie had enjoyed ample rest, Jamie was going to treat him to the cheer he deserved. He carefully put a blanket on the hero, and headed up to bed.

The next morning, Jamie got up early to begin his endearing plot of love. First, he made sure everybody knew to keep out of the living room where Jackie was sleeping, so that he could get as much rest as possible. Jamie also took over the nearest kitchen, and set about curating the most delectable buffet of sweet and savoury snacks. He made, from scratch, cheesy breadsticks, little garlic buns, jam donuts, chocolate marshmallows, and his ultimate snack… his famous chocolate chip cookies (Jamie had to whack Anti with a dishcloth to stop him stealing them!). As they reached the middle of the day, Jamie put a little of everything on a tray, along with a nice dark roast cold brew with vanilla milk foam, and brought it to Jackie. He put it carefully on the table beside the couch, and it wasn’t long before the delicious scents woke Jackie up.

‘What the…?’

Jackie mumbled, his eyes going wide at the sight of the amazing spread of food in front of him; for a few moments, he genuinely thought he was still dreaming! Then he spotted Jamie sat across from him, and the young man wiggled his moustache as he signed excitedly.

‘Surprise!’

Jackie let out a laugh as he sat up.

‘Jamie… did… did you make all this for me?!’

Jamie nodded, his eyes sparkling as he signed.

‘Yep! You deserve it, you’ve been working so so much and I wanted to treat you! This is your first surprise.’

Jamie’s reply made Jackie grin, his eyes lighting up like that of an excited child as he replied.

‘This is just one surprise, what’s the second?’

‘You’ll just have to wait and see, now c’mon eat up!’

Jamie signed playfully, making Jackie giggle as he got started on the banquet of goodies Jamie had put together for him. Needless to say, it was clear Jackie needed every last morsel of it. It had been a while since Jackie had been able to dedicate time to even a little treat, so to be able to have something of this scale was just… heaven! He ate every last crumb, and for the first time in ages the hero actually felt like a properly energised human being. He let out a sigh as he flopped on the couch, rubbing his stomach with a grin on his face.

‘Whew, man… you sure know how bake up heaven!’

Jamie beamed, his moustache wriggling.

‘Why thank you!’

‘So, what’s this second surprise?’

He asked, doing a little stretch as he let the baked goods sink into his system as he looked across at Jamie with a curious grin. Jamie grinned back… and then stood up. Jackie’s brows knitted together in confusion as Jamie came over to him slowly. Then Jackie’s eyes widened as Jamie stood over him, raised his hands… and wiggled his fingers at him. Colour flooded the hero’s face as he suddenly realised Jamie’s intentions.

‘Woah woah Jamie wait hold on–AH!’

Jamie jumped on Jackie, interrupting him gleefully as his chest shook with giggles. Then, without hesitation, he slipped his fingers into Jackie’s armpits and tickled them, his blunt nails scratching as the hero’s hollows as he winked down at him.

‘Nononohoho! Wahahahait! C’mahahan, thihihis ihihis mehehean!’

Jackie squealed, and Jamie merely giggled, especially when Jackie dramatically clamped his arms to his sides. This didn’t hinder Jamie one bit, his fingers still deftly wiggling into Jackie’s underarms as he sent him a teasy grin. Jamie’s nails showed no mercy, making the hero writhe and wriggle under Jamie as he exclaimed.

‘Thihihis ihihis hehehero abuhuhuse!’

Jackie’s words made Jamie mock-pout at him, making Jackie let out an indignant noise as he squeaked out his words.

‘Dohohon’t mohohohock mehe-AHH!’

Jackie yelped as Jamie suddenly dragged his scratching fingers down the hero’s ribcage, his eyes gleaming as he watched Jackie snort and kick his feet, now throwing his head back with his laughter.

‘Yohohou’re ehehevil! Ehehehevil mohoustache mahahan!’

Jackie yelped, his words making Jamie gasp as he raised his hands to sign.

‘Don’t you bring my moustache into this!’

As a punishment for Jackie’s insolence, Jamie dug his fingers properly into the hero’s poor ribs. Jackie’s eyes widened at the intensity, letting out howls of giddy laughter as he hurried to babble.

‘AHH! NOHOHO IHIHI TAHAHAKE IHIT BAHAHACK! I TAKE IT BACK I TAHAKE IHIHIT BAHACK!’

Jamie grinned, and kept on tickling his ribs. His lean fingers plucked at each of Jackie’s ribs playfully, as if they were cute little string instruments, as Jackie batted at his hands (though, not too strongly). By now Jackie was a mess of cackles and yelps and snorts, a veritable cacophany of boisterous ticklish reactions that Jamie enjoyed listening to. Jamie was certainly dedicated, ensuring that each of Jackie’s sensitive ribs got the exact, precise attention it deserved.

‘Coochie coochie coo!’

Jamie raised his hands for a mere moment to sign, before continuing the rib tickling with delight. Jackie’s face went red as the ticklish feelings surged under his skin; he was desperately wishing he hadn’t slept in his spandex suit, which just made the sensations so much worse!

‘OHOHOHO GAHAHAD NOHOHO!’

Jamie giggled warmly at all of Jackie’s reactions, thinking that they were just beyond adorable! After a few more moments he eased up on Jackie’s ribs, leaving the hero panting and giggling as he gazed up at Jamie.

‘Oh gohod, ahahare yohou dohohone?’

‘Not quite yet.’

Jamie signed in response, along with a wink. Then he teasingly wiggled his fingers above Jackie’s tummy, making the hero squeak and instantly hide his face in his hands.

‘Nononono not there!’

Jamie grinned, his face bright with fond teasing.

‘Oh yes there!’

Jamie signed, before his fingers descended to their fresh tickly task. He only used his fingertips against Jackie’s tummy, giving the hero the most teasy, fluttery tickles known to man… aka, a technique that was Jackie’s most endearing tickly weakness. The gentleness and teasing were almost unbearable! Jackie’s face was beet red beneath his hands, and he couldn’t stop kicking his feet as he giggled and babbled.

‘Ihihit’s nahahat fahahair ihit’s nahahat fahair!’

Jamie adored watching Jackie hiding his face, he thought it was so cute how he was flustered merely from the softest tickles at his tummy! Jamie curled and uncurled his fingers slowly, making Jackie let out a loud, embarrassed whine.

‘Plehehehease! Yohohou knohohow Ihihi cahahan’t!’

Jackie peeked through his fingers as Jamie pulled a mock-innocent expression, his eyes shining as he signed.

‘Can’t what?’

He continued the evil, gentle tickling as Jackie whined even louder, his feet now kicking the couch as his voice got even more high-pitched.

‘Ihihi cahan’t tahahake thihihis!’

Jamie let out a soft, playful gasp.

‘Oh, am I being too rough? I can be gentler for you!’

He signed… and then Jackie squealed when Jamie somehow lightened his tickly touch even more. Now, Jamie’s stroking and fluttering were practically featherlight, which was even more tickly for the poor hero!

‘Ohohoho my gohohohod!’

Jackie soon descended into a stream of purely incoherent giggling and rambling as Jamie treated his tummy to the softest tickles for minute after minute. His fingers swirled over his waist, the little pudge under his navel, the sides of his tummy, the centre, all of it. No part of Jackie’s tummy was left un-teased. When Jamie was satisfied that he’d flustered the hero into the happiest and most blissful oblivion, he then had mercy on him. Jackie ended up consumed by giggles for another two minutes before he was able to catch his breath. When he slowly revealed his face he was completely crimson, practically matching his suit. His eyes glimmered as he gazed up at Jamie, his brain racing with a million giddy thoughts… but there was only one thing he wanted to say.

‘…thank you.’

Jackie’s whisper made Jamie beam. Indeed, there was nothing else that needed to be said. Jackie melted as Jamie gave him the warmest hug imaginable, both of them relishing in the happy snugness. As he hugged the hero, Jamie could feel the joy in him, the relaxation… and for once, a real sense of relief too. They cuddled and cuddled for what seemed like forever, only moving to get more snacks or slip in a movie. It was bliss. Truly, the most well-deserved bliss.

AHHH HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THIS FIC, LEMME KNOW IF YA DID! WOOO LUV YOUS!!

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