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i have to face off the police guard puppet....Murphy
ngl i'm a bit scared
#mikh plays lies of p#lop#mmmmm do i try to level out my advance and technique against the electroshock status#level 27?? i had no idea it was measured out like that but so far im like balanced across the board in stats#it took me a few tries to get down to killing donkey man and being able to backstab properly#lots of running from the elevator past the two big guys then getting my ergo aggro the boss and then booking it back#there is no such thing as the cowards way when were fighting for our life out here#lfkdjaflk its so fun#but from what i understand that boss is like that difficulty spike#the minotaur of smtiv if you will#imma just throw myself at it and see what happens#throw shit at him#maybe level out some stats more once i get a feel#i definitely wont claim to be a Gamer when it comes to these games but it feels alot like raiding which i enjoy#gotta have that ffxiv healer mentality: BUT DID YOU DIE?!#just apply that to myself and the boss: the only health that mattters is the 0% of my enemies
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iâll take care of everything
#mouthwashing#mouthwashing spoilers#anya mouthwashing#curly mouthwashing#cw blood#cw gore#throws up over these 2 and their absolute horror show of a friendship i guess#you know how she already had the worst shit going on. and then Someone was too big of a coward to actually help her#and then next thing you know heâs a pile of ground beef on her infirmary table and she has to worry about keeping him alive too. yeah#i swear i dont actually hate curly i like him. also if he suddenly got better i would beat the fuck out of him#anyway. parallels upon parallels and âits all too horrible for words etc.
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also been thinking abt pooki with his cunty scarfđ
if my next drawing post isnt the comic update take me out back and shoot me like a sick dog
#ghost#this was a wip too and its mainly to keep that damn twitter algorithm from throwing me into the abyss if im not on every fukkin day#i got sonethin imma post on patreon bc christ sake ppl are paying me but otherwise no more fukkin around#my first time seeing him wit the scarf a 'slay queen' slipped out despite me never really fukkin saying shit like that AHA#ghost with the crustiest bloodshot eyes from getting 3 hrs of sleep bawling his eyes out in the shower and smoking 5 blunts#bc girl thats how it is#my art#fanart#ghost call of duty#simon ghost riley#simon riley#ghost mw2#ghost cod#mw3#call of duty#call of duty modern warfare#call of duty modern warfare 2#call of duty modern warfare 3#put em all in there fuggit
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The thing about season 7 destiel is that Castiel is barely in that season but not only is his presence felt everywhere, when he DOES show up it feels fucking batshit. LIKE. Dean carrying the trenchcoat from stolen car to stolen car all season??? INSANE BEHAVIOR. Emmanuel showing up and Dean looking fucking HEARTBROKEN over this guy having a wife??? The scene where he regains his memories while smiting a bunch of demons??? MASTERPIECE. INCREDIBLY MADE. Literally EVERYTHING about crazy Cas and MEG and WHEN CASTIEL FIRST LAID A HAND ON YOU IN HELL HE WAS LOST. WHAT THE FUCK WH AT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCKKKKK
#spn#destiel#spn season 7#THEY WERE TRYING TO WRITE HIM OUT AND WHEN IT FAILED THEY DID T H I S#I WANNA SCREAM I WANNA THROW SHIT I WANNAAAAA AAAAAA#castiel
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Not beating the allegations.
[First] Prev <â-> Next
#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#wei wuxian#lan wangji#jiang cheng#su she#lan qiren#(I oscillated between writing a funny or a serious final comic for season 2 so hard I did both. Enjoy the funny bonus!)#Woah hey! Two characters we have not seen in a long time!#Su She hasn't been seen in 100 comics! Unfortunately LWJ has a taste for his blood. He has only moments left to live.#I honestly thought LQR died (adaption memory blur) and I did *not* expect him to show up here.#That said it does act as a way more personal blow to LWJ's reputation for LQR to be there.#By staying on WWX's side he's not only throwing his reputation to the wind but also facing familial judgment.#It hits so much harder when the choice isn't an easy one to make.#Choosing to stand at someone's side when they *have* actually messed up - when they do have faults and flaws - that's love.#Love is hard work! Love is not low maintenance and good days every day.#Love is being able to say 'I am choosing to bear your weight when things are heavy.' Love is doing that reciprocally.#Which is 100% a real life lesson I am passing on#And also a plea for why it is so important we give credit to WWX's atrocities.#He *did* do some of that shit. He isn't fully innocent and it gives LWJ's choice so much more weight.
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ITâS A RAINBOW OF BILLS! A BILLBOW! RGBILL!!!
The clip of Bill saying YELLOW was all over my FYP and it inspired meâŚ
#bill cipher#gravity falls#the book of bill#will cipher#gravity falls fanart#i love him so much#my perfect equilateral#hes my son and my worstie and my bestie and my muse and also dead to me and is my everything#i love triangles#hes soooooo#silly guy#literally perfect#he makes me throw up#hes so ugly#jk hes beautiful#i love you bill cipher#sweet little awful piece of shit#he did it all but he doesnt deserve prison#he makes me cry#but i also want to strangle him#and hug him#he should die again#i will be there to love him#and remind him of his crimes#what a creature#sillay
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now that he's managed to dodge all his canon event trauma I think pavitr should get a running joke where he's just immune to spider-man luck
#like the spot throws him through a portal during a fight and he just so happens to land in a laundry basket full of blankets or something#and then peter b gets thrown through the same portal and goes flying past to crash-land directly into a dumpster#thats the energy im looking for#across the spiderverse#across the spiderverse spoilers#pavitr prabhakar#after some horrific shit: 'well... at least its not raining!' pavitr says. everyone eyes the sky in apprehension. it stays clear.#'yeah' miles says cautiously. 'i guess this couldnt get any worse.'#it immediately starts to rain
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your little angel of a son inherits katsuki's bad temper, and it manifests in his terrible fours.
there's an awful little shriek that echoes throughout the house and katsuki is on his feet and halfway to the living room before his eyes are even openâbut the only danger awaiting him there is a pouty little brat.
his son is sitting amidst a swarm of toys that have been strewn about haphazardly, and his arms are crossed and big fat tears are in his eyes and he looks mad as all hell. you do, too, sitting across from him with a deep frown, holding the ripped page of a book from his little shelf.
"no sir," you warn, "we do not treat our things this way."
you incite a meltdown.
katsuki feels his own temper flaringâhalf from shock and awe at his little mini-me and also from the exhaustion wearing him thinâwhen your son kicks his legs out in a burst of rage, letting out another little shriek of anger. your cheeks puff up, wearing the same furious expression, and at the hiss of his name, the little brat jumps to his feet and snatches a toy truck nearby and launches it across the room.
"oi!"
your son's attention snaps to katsuki, startled, losing a hint of anger as he pouts at the floor.
"what'd she just tell you?" and when he gets no response, katsuki prods with a, "hah? answer me."
but the little boy only stamps his little feet and grunts out a furious, wordless sound that has katsuki's lip curling. you let out a heavy sigh, shaking your head at him before frowning down at the torn page in your hands, and then katsuki is planting a hand on the back of his son's head and steering him towards the front door.
"time to take a walk."
the boy goes, even though his arms are crossed and his eyes are downcast. he only resists once, as katsuki tries to shove his little feet into his shoes.
"i don't wanna." he mumbles, face scrunched and wet before promptly looking away.
"i didn't ask."
"hmm!"
katsuki has to resist the urge to pinch his own son.
they get out the door eventually, and the little boy stomps along for the most part, no longer needing a guiding hand on the back of his head once they get around the block a time or two. neither of them say anything.
fatherhood has taught katsuki a lot of things, which was expected, but the one thing that's surprised him isâhe's learned all the things he doesn't want his son to be.
the first of them being angry. not the way katsuki was, mean and selfish, throughout his childhood; hateful and careless, in his teens; shut off and simmering, even now.
he waits until the tension has melted off his little shoulders, until his little face has dried and evened out. his arms swing at his sides, occasionally coming up to wipe his snot with the back of his hand, and he eyes the few wildflowers they pass with a little hum and a small smile.
katsuki tugs once on his ear, frowning down at the little brat when he peeks up at him. "that how you're supposed to treat your mama?"
he doesn't answer at first, leaning his head all the way back and clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, until katsuki stops walking. "no, sir."
"how you s'posed to treat her?"
"with love."
"how you s'posed to treat your toys?"
"with care."
"uh-huh," katsuki squishes his son's cheeks in his hand, shaking his head lightly from side to side until he starts giggling. "that how you acted today?"
"no, sir."
"that how y'r gonna act again?"
"no, sir."
"okay," katsuki murmurs, nodding once before letting him free. the little boy bounces on his feet and sucks on his lip, grinning when his tummy is pinched. "now pick those for your mama."
and he does, carefully plucking a small handful of flowers from the grass as they make their way back home, and just before he runs up the steps to the house, katsuki's little angel of a son hands him the biggest one.
#cw children#i firmly believe katsuki just has to give the kid one look and he's like. oh shit.#LMAOOOO#dad's up.#bc katsuki isn't going to take him throwing shit around akfjeiqql#NOT IN A BAD WAY HE'S JUST. LIKE. ABSOLUTLY NOT HAPPENING BUDDY.#he's a firm dad but. he makes sure his son knows he's still loved ofc đ#âż thoughts: bakugou#âż theme: dad bakugou
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'am i a joke to you' is craazy from phil. cause dan's the one who goes on poetic rants about what they mean to each other, where we don't hear that as much from phil. but he's really out here staking his claim
#good for him!!#the 'am *i*' of it all! the weight it carries#the *history* implied of all of it#good shit lester. throw the shade#dnp#c.text#dan and phil#phan
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THE THINGS YOU DO FOR LOVE... ; SATORU GOJO
synopsis; satoru begs you to wear the frilly maid dress he bought. against your better judgement, you indulge him.
word count; 7.0k (this was supposed to be short but i miss him terribly)
contents; satoru gojo/reader, gn!reader, fluff fluff fluff!!, sickeningly sweet, literally just satoru being down horrendous, lots and lots of petnames (he is embarrassing), heâs ur biggest hypeman, entirely sfw!! (i feel like i have to specify thatâŚ), reader is a lil grumpy, satoru gojo is the most insufferable man on earth <3
a/n; this is just a silly lil wip i found in my draftsâŚ. i dont remember what possessed me to write this i just think satoru would cry and fall to his knees and throw up blood if he saw u in a frilly dress
ââ no.â
the word rolls off your tongue, instantaneous, with a decisive kind of sterness. leaving no room for hesitation, doubt or indecision; not a single gap for his argument to fit through, no loophole he could take advantage of to persuade you into giving in.
but despite all that, satoru just wonât back down.
âcome on, baby, please?â he pleads, voice coaxing and sugary sweet. you can almost see those puppy dog eyes of his from behind the black glass of his shades. âi already bought it and everything!â
âi donât care,â you spit. a halfhearted attempt at appearing annoyed, in hopes itâll distract him from the strawberry flush of your cheeks. âiâm not wearing it. you shouldnât have bought it, in the first place.â
âbut sweetheart,â he drawls, tinged with a sadness he knows tugs at your heartstrings. âitâs so cute. youâll look so adorable.â
ânot happening.â
âbut ââ
ââ no. iâm seriously not wearing it, satoru.â
itâs harsh, the flow of your words, sharp and firm; but thatâs your only option when he gets like this. your only slim chance at survival, being almost painfully direct. that doesnât stop your resolve from weakening pitifully when satoruâs posture wilts, though, obviously exaggerated but still somehow effective. you debase yourself for being so weak for him.Â
but giving in just isnât an option, this time.Â
under normal circumstances, it wouldnât take too long for him to persuade you. satoru can be annoying, extremely so â but when heâs being so stubborn about something, thereâs usually a good reason for it, even if itâs just that whatever he wants you to do will make him happy. to you, itâll do.
(his happiness is your priority, after all.)
but in this case, thereâs just no way. absolutely no way in hell.
heâs still holding that thing up, like he genuinely thinks itâll support his argument, swaying it lightly side to side. it really, really doesnât. it does the complete opposite, in fact.
âbut angel,â he tries, again. you wonder if heâs eventually going to run out of petnames, or if heâll just keep cycling through them until he runs out of air to breathe. âdonât you wanna see how itâll look on you?â
a sharp scoff flows from your lips.Â
he canât be serious.Â
you really, really, really donât. if anything, you want everything in the world except for that. youâd rather smash a glass bottle into little pieces and eat them one by one. youâd rather sit on satoruâs lap in a room full of other people. youâd rather jump in front of a moving train with explosives tied to your back.
â itâs so frilly.Â
you almost couldnât believe it, yourself. when he barged into the room, cardboard box in hand, fresh from the mail; all while wearing an excited grin, foreboding, but you were too mesmerized by it to even notice.Â
it wasnât anything out of the ordinary, so you didnât think much of it. satoru buying you gifts is not in any way unusual, even and especially if you tell him not to â and usually, itâd be a sweet occasion. the kind of moment you can soak in, drink up, and then recall fondly for the rest of the week.Â
every single detail is worth cherishing. how excitedly he always opens it up, eager for your reaction, and how you always thank him, no matter what it is. sincerely, because satoru can be awkward with his affection, but his love bleeds through in moments like these.
from expensive, well-kept bouquets to little flowers on the side of the road; from thought-out gifts to little trinkets; no matter what it is, the sentiment remains the same.
(this made me think of you. i want you to have it.Â
i remembered you mentioning this brand. i love you.)
a way for satoru to show his love, without overwhelming himself or you. a way of easing him into it, when everything is still just so new to him.Â
buying you whatever catches his eye is the perfect solution, according to satoru. and it exasperates you, sometimes, when you come home to five amazon packages right outside your doorstep â but deep down you know itâs more for him than you. because it makes him happy, to be able to, allowed to show his love for you in ways like this. in normal ways, easy ways, that say more than his words ever could.Â
(being granted the luxury of making you happy. of loving you, even if satoru doesnât think heâs very good at that, just yet. but he is good at impulse buying things he knows youâd like; so thatâll have to do, for now.)
which is why you couldnât help but let his infectious joy seep into your bloodstream, trickling its way through your veins with a sweet kind of fervour. couldnât help but smile, a tender curl of your lips, in tandem with his cute little grin. couldnât help but grow a little bit excited, as he opened the package âÂ
to reveal a cutesy, frilly, maid outfit.
â and then your mind screeched to a halt.Â
the look on your face must have been something special, horrified and flustered in equal measure. almost in disbelief, as he immediately began to gush about the outfit in his hands. look at the bows, isnât it cute? god, youâre going to look so pretty. i mean, you always do, obviously, but â
you werenât really listening. all your mind could do was spin in circles, trying to get some read on the situation, but it was just no good. he genuinely, thoroughly, truly and sincerely expected you to put on a goddamn maid outfit.Â
if he had bought it for himself, then maybe you would've been at least a little bit excited. youâre sure he'd look good in it; with those big blue eyes of his, that cute, happy grin. so good that your heart would probably combust, a little. melt through the floorboards.Â
but no â he wanted you to wear it.Â
and despite your instant, firm protests, he just will not give it up. your boyfriend is a stubborn man, so itâs no surprise, but itâs still enough to irk you.
âsatoru, for real. no! iâm not wearing it!â
âbut youâd look so good,â he whines, loud and grating as he inches closer to you. still holding the dress up like a prize; you back away, instinctively, like itâll burn if you touch it.
âi donât care! itâs a maid outfit! why the hell would i ever wear it?âÂ
sunglasses seated at the bridge of his nose, satoru allows you to catch a glimmer of his eyes â an effective method of persuasion. he definitely knows their power, and heâs definitely flaunting them for the sole purpose of making you falter. that manipulative scumbag.
the fact that it actually works makes you even angrier, though.
a sharp turn of your head, and your gaze falls on the windowpane, lingering there as you grumble under your breath. heâs so annoying. youâre growing more and more flustered by the minute, too.Â
ââ because you love me?âÂ
satoru tilts his head, white locks of hair following the movement. soft and silky, nice to run your fingers through, but you chase the thought away as soon as it enters your subconscious. he looks almost hypnotizing under the sunlight, with the golden rays illuminating his features, smoothing over the contours of his face â as if the sun was made solely to shine on his skin.
and ah, you think, there we go. satoruâs classic tactic; using your love for him as a bargaining chip, pouting down at you like a kicked puppy. you like to picture his eyes all watery and glassy, everytime he tries it, as if heâs some rejected cartoon-mascot. so silly.Â
valiantly, you fight off the temptation to smile, gracing him with another little scoff instead. shooting him an unimpressed look, a tiny raise of your eyebrow. âthat wonât work on me.â
âaww, come on,â he almost coos, inching closer still. âdonât you love me? my sweetiepie? my cute lilâ mochi?âÂ
(heâs getting bolder with the petnames, you note. as if thatâd change anything. theyâre so cheesy it makes you recoil.)
âobviously.â you deadpan, trying your best not to let affection seep into the words. but you see satoruâs lips curl up, anyway. âiâm still not wearing it, though. sorry.â
satoru sighs. heavy, exasperated â dare you say defeated? for a second, you delude yourself into thinking he might actually give in, for once, spare you both the trouble âÂ
until he falls to the floor, knees hitting the soft flooring with a loud thud. awfully dramatic. he clasps his hands together as if to beg and plead, a starved dog at your feet, and gazes up at you with newfound determination.
âplease, baby â iâm begging you,â he groans, voice sad and pained, agonized, like you just threatened to break up with him. silly, silly man.
âdonât grovel.â a sigh drops from your lips as the pads of your fingers go to massage your temples. soothing what youâre almost sure is an incoming headache.
and he makes a certain noise, almost a whimper, like you just kicked him in the gut. you glance down at him as if to signal really? with your eyes, lips parting to speak âÂ
but your breath only hitches in your throat, and no sound comes out.
satoruâs eyes are almost teary. peeking out from behind his shades, big and glassy, eyelashes dewy with what you know are just crocodile tears. heâs far too skilled at it for his own good, though â maybe you should be supporting his acting career, instead of the weird teacher-slash-sorcerer thing heâs got going on.
and youâre weak, you realize, terribly so. because something deep within your chest constricts, at those sad eyes, heart squeezed painfully, and when you speak you note that your voice sounds a lot softer.Â
âsatoru,â you sigh, again; more resigned this time, a little fatigued. missing the way his eyes glint at the sound, as if sensing an opportunity. âreally. iâm sorry i wasted your money, but itâs just⌠not happening. okay?âÂ
attempting to sound delicate, your voice settles on a soothing tilt, like an adult speaking to a tantrum-throwing child. hoping itâll be enough to make him falter even slightly.Â
it isnât, of course; if anything, his determination only grows.Â
âeven just for a short while?â he tries, voice sweet and pliant. all daisies and sunbeams, tailormade to tug at your heartstrings. âjust an hour or so! then iâll be satisfied.â
âan hour? no way!â you scoff.
and this time, you donât miss it. from behind those shades, a certain glimmer of something flickers through his irises â something keen and observant. a certain dread crawls its way down your spine.
âso itâs fine if itâs less?â he grins, changing tactics, smooth and decisive. âhalf an hour. thatâs as low as iâll go.â
âoh my god.â an exhale, drawn out and exhausted, from the very depths of your chest. âsatoru. toru. no. iâm not wearing it at all. this isnât an auction.â
âbut it could be,â he purrs, still on his knees. it makes him look a little bit disturbed. âcâmon. why are you getting so shy? guess what â iâll even settle for twenty minutes. just for you.â
oh, heâs just awful. you want so badly to be mad at him, and that teasing, smug, shit-eating little smirk of his â but you canât.Â
not when he looks so effortlessly pretty, bathed in the light of the sun, surrounded by a mellow glow so tender it makes him look something like an angel. not when heâs acting so characteristically himself, so stubborn and infuriating and entirely impossible not to love.Â
another sigh. youâre a little surprised you have enough air left in your lungs to breathe it out, and as much as you hate to admit it, youâre beginning to grow just a bit tired of the back and forth. âiâm not shy,â you huff. âi just donât want to. it wonât look good on me, anyway.â
satoru blinks. genuine surprise shines in his eyes, for a second, like you caught him off guard. âhuh? of course it will. why wouldnât it?â
a pause. gnawing at your bottom lip, you avert your gaze, trying to find the words. âitâs just⌠tacky,â you settle on. âitâll look weird.â
âit wonât! youâll look so cute!â
another huff, as your dispassionate, bored gaze meets his. âand how do you know that?â
satoru's answer is instantaneous. âyou always look cute. just wanna see how you look in this,â he chirps, brandishing the outfit with barely contained excitement. thoroughly giddy. âwhen i saw it, i knew itâd look adorable on you. and iâm never wrong!â
a soft pout plays at your lips, in the wake of his eager sincerity. barely noticeable, just a little embarrassed, but itâs there. and satoruâs seen it, finally â the road to victory. he knows he can win this, if heâs smart about it.
âi just wanna see you in it. just for a second. please? pretty please?â he tilts his head, tantalizing, showing off the blue of his eyes and the curl of his lips. âthen iâll never ask you for anything again. promise!â
âokay, thatâs a lie and we both know it.â
the grin that blooms on your lips is a mistake, you quickly realize, because satoru interprets any sign of joy on your face as positive approval. his determination grows.
âyeah, yeah⌠but i mean it! i wonât bother you if you just wear it once. just once!â he puts a single finger up, to emphasize the point. âjust wanna see my precious baby all frilly and cute. wonât you indulge me, oh my dearest?â
heâs grinning, now, all soft and teasing. itâs more breathtaking than heâll ever understand. heâll never even come close to understanding how gorgeous he is, like this â when thereâs no one around to perform for, when he can just be himself. when itâs just you, and satoru, and the feeling of having all the time in the world.
(even if you donât.)
and you know your face must be flushed, a soft cherry red, as your gaze falls to the floor. the heat on your cheeks and neck, the pitter patter of your heartbeat; you feel it all.Â
and itâs embarrassing, to find yourself so fervently twisted around someoneâs finger â to find that you donât even really mind. being wrapped around satoruâs finger isnât so awful, all things considered. itâs a scary thought, for sure, but heâd never abuse the privilege. probably.
â a sigh.Â
you still donât want to wear it. you really donât. itâs just awful. tacky, and embarrassing, and overall unpleasant.Â
⌠but if itâll get him to stop nagging you like thisâŚÂ
and if itâs just for a short whileâŚ
silence, only silence, spilling into the sunkissed air. outside your apartment, the sky melts into a buttery orange hue. an intense contemplation is etched into your eyes, and satoru takes note of it; opting to put the final nail in the coffin. his very last bid.
âfifteen minutes. then youâre ââ
âten minutes,â you cut him off. sounding just a tad exhausted â resigned to your fate.Â
and satoru doesnât even bother trying to hide his excitement. suddenly beaming, he shoots up to his feet, and it causes you to jolt. âperfect,â he grins, holding the dress out toward you. a little too eager for your liking.
ââ but seriously. iâm only wearing it once. never again,â you tilt your head. âgot it?â satoru just nods, happily, so excited heâs practically jumping up and down â and despite everything, you still canât find it in you to be angry.Â
he looks so earnestly giddy.
eyes brimming with suspicion and weariness, your hands reach out to take it into your arms; the puffy dress, the frilly headwear, and the black thigh highs. youâre surprised he didnât invest in a pair of shoes, while he was at it. just to complete the set.
(you decide not to comment on it, knowing heâd have some poor, overworked shoemaker on the phone within seconds.)
âneed my help putting it on?â he purrs, face suddenly very close to yours â and the sudden stutter of your heartbeat sparks a hitch of your throat. desperate to cover it up, you shoot him a hefty glare.
âoh, shut up,â you hiss, but satoru only grins wider. soft little giggles flowing from his lips, like a schoolgirl teasing her upperclassman. silly.
a heavy hesitance rests on your features, as you give the outfit another chance. judgemental eyes trailing over the bows and frills, giving it a thorough look, until your lips curl down into a soft frown. itâs not that bad, butâŚ
âitâs kinda ugly,â you lie, decisively.
âreally? i think itâs cute, though.âÂ
âyeah, âcause you have no taste.â a click of your tongue. âwhatâs so great about maid outfits, anyway? i donât see the appeal.â
satoru smiles. carefree, amused â still very much teasing. âwell, weâre about to find out,â he chirps.
you give him a look, eventually giving way to a soft exhale. âfine â but only ten minutes. at most.â a pause, as you stop to think. what else? âoh, and no taking pictures.â
ââ iâm taking pictures.â
âŚ
the exasperated look you send his way doesnât seem to phase satoru even in the slightest. he continues to smile at you, unbothered, soft around the edges, and you know youâre not winning this one either.
â⌠fine,â you sigh. âbut â not too many, okay? and you arenât allowed to show anyone, either.â
âof course not,â he scoffs, almost offended. âas if iâd let anyone else see you like that.â
stuck between feeling relieved and put off, you settle on simply letting it go. and satoru continues to speak, reassuringly, glossy lips shining in the sunlight as they part.
ârest assured, baby,â he hums, a melodic lilt to his sugarsweet voice. âthis stays between us. i swear on my honour.â
you snort. âlike youâve got any of that.â
âmean. anyway â câmon. i canât wait any longer.â before you can think to protest, heâs ushering you away in the direction of the bathroom, big hands heavy on your shoulders as they push you. still hesitant, you make no move to resist.
(what have you gotten yourself into?)
with one final sigh, your fingers curl around the doorknob, outfit hanging off your arm. not before sending one final glance back at satoru, reinstating your conditions. âjust this once. then youâre selling it. or burning it.â
âyes, yes â you have my word,â he promises. before you can narrow your eyes, he pushes you forward, gently; bouncing excitedly on the balls of his feet. âgo on, iâm waiting!â
âyeah, yeahâŚâ
the door closes behind you with a soft thud, and the reality of the situation begins to finally dawn on you. the maid outfit weighs heavy on your heart, but light in your arms â you gaze down at it with pure contempt. itâs not like you have a choice, though. satoru wonât let you wriggle away from this one. and maybe, just maybe, a part of you wants to indulge him, after all.
(his smile shone so brightly, in the light of the sun.)
and itâs almost cautious, the way you begin to dress yourself; first the thigh highs, black and silky, then the outfit itself. pulling it over your head, your arms sneaking through the openings.Â
itâs a perfect fit.Â
a second passes. you stop to think, brows furrowing in suspicion â did the little bastard measure you? just to make sure he got it exactly right? he has been rummaging through your closet more than usual, recently, but you didnât think much of it. over the years, youâve conditioned yourself not to question the things that he does. that sneaky, sneaky man.
after putting on the headwear, you finally lift your gaze, tentative and slow â to take a peek at your own reflection. the flush on your face stands out, a contrast to the black and white colour scheme of the outfit.Â
and you canât help but exhale, a little exasperated.
itâs so⌠frilly. there are frills on the sleeves, on the shoulderpads, on the skirt, on the hems⌠everywhere. little bows litter the surface of the smooth fabric, a big one attached to the collar, and several smaller ones across the sleeves.Â
and as much as you loath to admit it â it is kind of cute.Â
still, you canât shake the feeling that youâre only embarrassing yourself. itâs hard not to think, when a maid outfit is staring into your soul through the mirror â and you just so happen to be wearing it.
(what the hell are you even doing?)
a low groan slips from your lips, and you crouch down, to bury your face in your knees. the flush of your cheeks is beginning to spread towards the tips of your ears, growing hotter by the minute. satoruâs about to see you like this, of all people. how on earth will he react?
(what if he thinks it looks weird, too?)Â
âiâm still waiting!â a voice suddenly exclaims, sing-songy and sweet, and closer than you realized. has he just been standing there and waiting in silence, this whole time? of course he has.
âjust ââ you croak out, words a little strangled. âjust⌠give me a minute.â
satoru lets out a high-pitched whine, cheek pressed against the cold wood of the door. âbut iâve been waiting so long already!â he complains, pouting, the urge to see you growing unbearable. impatience tugging at his heart, so excited he can barely pull himself together.
(all he can think of is you, you, you.)
curling up into a little ball, you attempt to swallow the bundle of nerves in the back of your throat â but that jittery, feather-light feeling of your heartbeat just wonât go away. it makes you feel a little paralyzed.
you're actually, genuinely, sincerely about to go show off a goddamn maid outfit. what the hell.
when you finally grasp control over your vocal cords and part your lips to speak, the voice that spills out into the air sounds more than a little meek. but you canât quite bring yourself to care, overcome by a heart-tingling nervosity and the heat of your skin.
 â⌠i donât want to.â
satoru pauses.Â
he can picture you, in his mindâs eye; the way you must look, right now. clad in frills and a cute little skirt, face flushed red and embarrassed, as you shift from foot to foot. and it takes concentrated effort, to bite back the coo that threatens to crawl up his throat â but he knows itâs still not too late for you to change your mind. if he wants to see you, he needs to be careful. so he tactfully opts not to tease you.
âcome on, angel,â he soothes, instead. voice smooth like honey, like coffee with cream and too much sweetener. âdonât be embarrassed.â
you stay silent, still attempting to suffocate the tinge of humiliation in the depths of your chest. so satoru continues. âjust come on out, hm? might as well get it over with. then you wonât have to think of it again.â
a moment passes.
â⌠do i have to?â
the corners of his lips curl up.
ah, youâre so cute. all embarrassed, almost childish, in the way youâre still trying to be difficult; and satoru just indulges you, all too eager to get you to show yourself to him. âyes, you do,â he coos. âbe good f' me and come on out, okay?â
a couple moments pass. eerily silent, growing second by second. the only sound that fills the air is that of satoruâs soft breathing, the distant whirring of the ceiling fan.
until finally, he hears the squeak of the bathroom floor. you stand up, turning to glance at your reflection in the mirror one last time, before hesitantly reaching for the doorknob.
itâs slow, the way you open the door, agonizingly so â pushing at it slightly and dragging the movement out. and you can feel satoruâs presence, right behind it, as he takes a step back to give you space. when you finally step over the threshold, you adamantly refuse to meet his gaze.
(satoruâs breath hitches in his throat.)
there you stand, gaze stubbornly averted, expression flustered and mildly annoyed. cheeks dusted a dark cherry-red, that crawls towards the tips of your ears as you fidget with your frilly, oversized sleeves. theyâre dressed in little bows, awfully cute, and so is the skirt â short, but not enough to expose the skin of your thighs above the thigh highs. you still squirm a little, thighs pressed together.Â
and then, of course, the big bow on your collar to complete the look. pink in colour, a stark contrast to the whites and blacks of the remaining outfit.
after a moment passes with nothing but pure silence, your lips part to speak. doing anything you can to stop yourself from looking over at the man in front of you, afraid of what youâll see. âi donât think it suits me,â is muttered, a tiny huff. â⌠and i still donât see the appeal, by the way.â
â but satoru doesnât answer.Â
he just stares. uncharacteristically silent, in a way youâre wholly unaccustomed to. enough so that you find yourself gnawing at your bottom lip, fidgeting with the hem of the skirt, hoping the smooth texture will soothe your nerves a little. the beating of your heart resounds in your ears, sending blood flowing through your veins with excited pumps.
the silence festers, and all you can do is let it grow, your nervosity thickening with it â until itâs just too much to bear.Â
(ahh, you knew it. it really does look weird, doesnât it? thatâs to be expected.Â
still, you canât help but feel just slightly dejected.)Â
â⌠why arenât you saying anything?âÂ
the little mumble comes out sounding embarrassed, and maybe just a little defeated, too. but satoru doesnât hear it. as your gaze falls on the man in question, slowly, you take in his expression with a frown on your face â and realize that he isnât just keeping quiet.Â
heâs completely stunned.Â
no matter how hard you stare, you canât seem to get a good read on his expression. heâs just standing there, face completely blank, eyes entirely obscured by the black of his shades. the light streaming in through the glass of the windows has shifted its course, falling away from the two of you â but you still see the vague, red tinge crawling up his neck.Â
and as soon as you spot it, satoru begins his descent.
crouching down to the floor, silently, he brings his hands up to cover his face. feet against the ground with his knees folded, pressed against his chest, stilling as he inhales sharply. shades seated on top of his head, pushed up by his hands when he buried his face in them. a groan drops from his lips, muffled by the skin of his palms â but you can hear it clear as day.
âhold on, just⌠give me a minuteâŚâ he finally croaks out, words somehow tiny. almost shy.Â
upon closer inspection, you realize your eyes werenât deceiving you â there really is a red hue to his neck, one you arenât used to seeing on him. strawberry-tinged dust, staining his smooth skin, the tips of his burning ears. satoru actually looks flustered, for once. and your heart canât help but flutter.
â he thinks he might actually, genuinely die.
itâs a wonder, he thinks, that he managed not to fall to his knees the very moment he laid eyes on you. all dolled up; frilly and cute, in his own words, though they donât come even close to properly describing how adorable you look right now. with your flushed face, shy eyes, and all those little frills and bows adorning your dress. rendering him speechless, clogging up his throat with pure unbridled love. a mouthful of honey, too sweet for even him to swallow.
god. god. he really, really needs to pull himself together.
crouched down like this, face hidden behind his hands, he can physically feel himself grow more and more flustered. senses invaded by the sound of his heartbeat, deep and visceral, until itâs all he can hear â he knew you were going to look cute, obviously, but he was seriously underestimating you. your cuteness is lethal.Â
even just the sight makes him weak in the knees. even just the thought of you makes him feel a little like his heart is attempting to break out of his chest. hurling itself at his ribcage with ferocious resolve, like he could keel over and die of heart failure at any given moment. heâs pleasantly surprised that heâs managed to suppress the loud squeal his body keeps trying to let out, honestly.
and while satoru struggles with his deep, internal turmoil, all you can do is watch. looking down at him with wide eyes, as his skin flushes a bright pink, like little chrysanthemums blooming from his neck up to his ears.Â
yeah, you think, thereâs no doubt about it. satoru is flustered. itâs not a side of him you get to see very often, so you canât help but be just slightly caught off guard. staring at him silently, until you snap out of it, eyes simmering with something soft and delighted.
heâs so cute.
(and maybe, just maybe â it makes you want to tease him, a little bit.)
so you crouch down, facing him with your knees against your chest, jaw resting on your crossed forearms as you gaze at him. heâs still not looking at you, face hidden behind his palms, shying away from your view.
and then you sigh. the sound catches his attention, soft â and just a little bit dejected.
â⌠youâre the one who wanted me to wear it,â your lips curl down into a pout, âand now you wonât even look at me?â
satoru stiffens.Â
(you sound sad. you sound disappointed.)
slowly, he parts his fingers, desperate to soothe you â blue eyes peeking out through the gaps, as if the sight of you could blind him. he then proceeds to move his hands, tentative, laboured, like heâs dragging heavy weights off his body. like itâs a struggle.Â
with his face finally exposed, all flushed and pretty, bright azure eyes stare at you; brimming with pure adoration.Â
satoru exhales, almost shaky. he has to take another moment to simply look at you, as if drinking in every inch of your expression. memorizing every corner of the face heâs grown to love so much.
a moment passes. then two.
then, he practically pounces on you â engulfing you like a tidal wave, trapping you in his big arms as they go to curl around your waist. shades falling off at the impact, hitting the floor with a soft thunk.
âyouâre killing me,â he whines, loud and right by your ear. nuzzling into you, squeezing you like heâs a puppy with a chew toy. âyouâre so, so, so cute. dâyou want me to have a heart attack?â
a hitch of your breath. thatâs all you can manage, utterly failing to keep up with him as he presses you up against his chest. rocking you back and forth in his embrace, smearing open mouthed kisses across your skin; whining and murmuring about how adorable you look.Â
a flurry of warmth, of love, of something a little too precious for words. something distinctly satoru, that makes you forget about everything else â as if the world stops spinning somewhere outside of his arms. as if thatâs where you belong.
all you can do is indulge him. maybe youâre spoiling him a little too much, but it feels nice; letting him drown you in his overwhelming affection. the thought of creasing the dress doesnât even seem to cross his mind, as he squeezes the life out of you.
evidently, satoru suffers from an acute case of cuteness aggression.Â
âso adorable,â he murmurs, leaving wet kisses on your cheeks. his exaggerated mwahs make you feel just a tad shy. âmy little sweetheart. all dressed up for me.âÂ
squirming in his hold, he only brings you closer, smothering you in his warm embrace. the slightly erratic beating of his heart is all you can hear, with your cheek squished against his chest. arms keeping you nice and still, lips lingering over that one ticklish spot behind your ear.Â
a little giggle slips from your lips, and satoru feels himself smile; wide and giddy, boyish and adoring. nuzzling into the comfort of your chest, soft fabric brushing against his skin, a low whine escapes his throat. âcan't take it. wanna put you in my pocket.â
âyour pocket?â a grin blooms on your lips, words dripping with honeyed amusement. satoru grins right back.
âmy pocket,â he hums, approvingly. âyouâre just so cute and small. gotta keep you close, so i donât lose you.â
a huff, lighthearted.Â
suddenly, the grip around your midriff tightens â and youâre hoisted up, stumbling a little as satoru lets go of you. still holding onto you by your wrists, softly, delicately, as if youâre made of glass. when you lift your head, all you can see is his satisfied little grin, and the twinkle of his eyes.
your heart flutters.Â
satoru gazes at you, silently, still drinking you in. every second spent staring into the brightness of your eyes fills his heart up just a little more; colourful, heart-shaped candies, scooped up and poured into the hole in his chest. patching it right back up, so effortlessly sweet that it makes him want to pluck every star from the sky and offer them at your feet.Â
âalright,â he breathes, taking a step back. breaking the delicate silence, a little dance between him and time. fingers still curled around your wrist. âdo a twirl for me.â
a humoured scoff. âhell no.â
âaw, come on! you gotta pose for the photo, baby.â
before you know it, satoruâs got his phone out â and itâs aimed right at you. by the time you notice it, youâre fairly certain heâs already managed to snap a couple pictures. so all you can do is sigh, in faux exasperation.
âcâmon, câmon,â he coos. âgive me a smile, pretty.â
a roll of your eyes, as you bite your lip to muffle a soft bout of laughter. it doesnât really work. âiâm good.â
satoru seems unaffected by your words, pulling back from your touch reluctantly; just so he can make a show out of playing the cameraman, switching between elaborate positions and taking pictures from angle after angle. somehow, you get the feeling heâs forgotten your request to keep the pictures to a minimum.
(he looks like heâs having fun, though. so you let it slide. just this once.)
âgod. youâre way too cute for your own good, you know that?â he murmurs, leaning down to take another picture. and it flusters you, how smoothly the words slip from his lips, how it seems like he barely even has to think about them at all.Â
itâs a little embarrassing, in a heart-fluttering kind of way. but you do your best to hide it.
âyouâre a sap,â is all you say, soft smile playing at your lips.Â
âand youâre adorable,â satoru grins.Â
then he slips his phone into his back pocket, satisfied with the collection, and grabs your hand.
his fingers curl around yours, softly â and then he lifts it up. bringing it to his lips. theyâre warm, as he kisses across your knuckles, the tips of your fingers. soft as a feather, tickling your skin.Â
(as if heâs whispering psalms under his breath. as if heâs worshipping you.)
then he tilts his head, eyes gazing at you sweetly. sweeter than fresh mandarin slices, splotches of marmalade, his favorite caramel fudge. and his eyes crinkle, crowâs feet and dimples peeking out as he smiles, an easygoing kind of joy blooming on that pretty face of his â youthful, boyish. it suits him more than anything.
his voice comes out smooth, awfully coaxing. so very easy to give in to, paired with that breathtaking grin.Â
âone tiny twirl?â he asks, politely.
heâs so annoying.Â
(but youâre far too in love to say no.)
so with a single roll of your eyes, and a soft little scoff, you relent. indulging him once more, just one more time. just one little twirl.
satoru feels his heart squeeze painfully, deep within his chest, as he watches you spin around. skirt and frills ruffled by the movement. just once, a soft little twirl with your fingers intertwined. far too precious for his heart to take.
when you stop, just a tiny bit dizzy, he leans in, and the kiss he leaves on your forehead is soft. chaste, but it still pulls a blissful sigh from the back of your throat. satoruâs lips curl up against your skin, before he pulls back â eyes almost overflowing with affection.
âcutie.â
you blink.Â
averting your gaze, flustering a little under the weight of his love-filled eyes, all you can do is emit a soft little huff. embarrassed, as it flows from your lips. but it only makes satoruâs smile grow further.
âokay, okay. youâve had your fun.â you clear your throat. âtimeâs up.â
suddenly, satoruâs eyes fill with something akin to dread â nose crinkling, just barely, a sign of his displeasure. ânoooo,â he whines, draping his arms around you. tugging you close. âjust a little more? please? pretty please?â
ânope! we said ten minutes. no take backs.â
âcanât i have an extension? since iâm your favorite?â satoru pouts, puppy dog eyes in full force. only this time, they donât work as well as heâd hoped.
ânope,â you repeat, popping the p. âsorry.â another whine buzzes right by your ear, and you smile.Â
âand then weâre burning it.â
ânoooo!âÂ
âsorry, but itâs gotta go.â you bite back a soft grin. satoru sounds agonized, voice dripping with grief, and it makes your heart dance with barely contained laughter.
âbut then you canât wear it anymore, babyâŚâ
âthatâs kinda the point, toru.â
âbut youâre so cute in it,â he pouts, bringing you closer still. squeezing at your waist and rubbing his cheek against the top of your head. âitâd be such a waste if you never wore it again, donâtcha think?â
heâs trying his best, you can tell â attempting to make you falter, coax you into wearing it just a little longer. but for today, youâre done indulging him.
âwell, too bad.â nuzzling into his neck, your tone settles on a firm tilt; decisive, as you nip at his skin. just a little teasing. âi said iâd never wear it again, and i meant it.â
a moment passes. maybe itâs the warmth of your lips on his skin, or maybe he can tell you arenât budging â whatever the case, satoru finally seems to relent. an exhale tumbles from his tongue, deep and drawn out. âfineee,â he drawls. âiâll just buy you a new one.â
âi wonât wear it. iâll just get angry.â
âat lilâ old me? really?â
âreally really,â you click your tongue. âif you love maid outfits so much, why donât you wear one yourself?â a beat. âitâd look good on you.â
satoru perks up, suddenly. pulling away so his eyes can meet yours, bright and teasing, glazed over with something excited. âoh?â he purrs. âyou wanna see me in one, huh? so bold, baby.â
a scoff slips from your lips, sharp but tinged with laughter. âwell, itâs only fair, right?â grinning up at him, your hand reaches out to smooth away his bangs. fingertips trailing across the expanse of skin, touch so very tender that his eyes flutter shut. âi think youâd pull it off better than i ever could, anyway.â
a hum buzzes in his throat, seconds ticking by slowly; a dance with him and time. an attempt to prolong the softness of the moment.
âhmm⌠well, iâll consider it.â just barely holding back a smile, he leans into your touch. âyou gotta wear it with me, though. we can buy a matching set!â
âthat makes no sense,â you huff, with a raise of your brow. âiâve already worn it once, so next time, itâs gotta be all you.â
âsorry, baby, but you need to do it too.â he cradles you close, smoothing a palm down your spine, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. chest rumbling with the smooth timbre of his voice, words rich with teasing fondness. âiâm too shy to do it by myself.â
and you really, really wish you could be angry with him â but itâs just impossible.Â
satoru is just way too lovable, smile far too sunny and warm for you not to melt under. and his caress says more than words ever could, light and doting, careful and loving; like how a believer cups a handful of holy water. as if you could slip from his grasp at any moment, so he has to keep you extra close.
in the end, all protests and complaints die on your tongue. you only laugh, soft and breathy, filling the air with a fondness so palpable you can almost taste it. bordering on something close to a scoff, but never quite getting there.Â
eventually, satoru does â begrudgingly â let you change out of the outfit. whining a little, sulking a tad, before brightening right back up again. like clockwork, the sun peeking out after a rain shower, the calm after the storm. always that same happy smile, wrapping you around his little finger.
satoru, in all his glory; your very own pocket of sunshine. annoying, stubborn, thoughtful âÂ
and yours, wholly and thoroughly.
(while youâre busy gazing at him adoringly, satoru grumbles under his breath. contemplation painted on his features, as his mind spins in circles. frills, bows, laceâŚ
what kind of design would make him look the prettiest for you?)
#satoru âmy girl look so good today im abt to scream and moan and throw upâ gojo#he is so husband coded to me. so unbelievably babygirl#he would absolutely wear a maid dress if u asked him to btw. and he would rock that shit so hard.#justâŚâŚ. gojo in a dressâŚâŚâŚâŚ.. breathe if u agree#im a firm believer in flustered satoru alsoâŚ..#it wouldnt happen often but if u act cute enough i just think smth in his brain stops working#and he grins rly wide and tries to cover his face w his hands so you wont see how much hes blushing. if u tease him more he squeaks#who said that.#gojo satoru#gojo satoru x you#gojo x you#gojo satoru x reader#gojo x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#jjk#gojo fluff#jjk fluff
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invasion pvp system added to disco elysium, allows invader to take control of cuno and follow the detective around martinaise until he has a critical morale breakdown
#dibi#disco elysium#CUNO DOESNT NEED THAT JAMROCK SHUFFLE SHIT! CUNO'S A FUCKING PURSUIT PREDATOR#you can also throw rocks at him until he dies#alternatively you take control of a random facet of harry dubois' brain and try convince the rest of them that you need to jump in the sea
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based on the Billstill au by @jellynut! You guys should totally go check it out, it's so cool and angsty and somehow my monkey brain took that idea and made it Stan tormenting Bill forevermore. (This has spiraled rapidly not its own au of an au based on an earlier idea I had once) (might draw more of this au and that one who knows)
This has been going on for at least 15 hours straight, and Stan is having the time of his goddamn life watching Bill suffer
And then Bill gave Stan horrendous night terrors
And then Stan bought a giant bag of nachos and ground them up into crumbs and dumped them in the sea or some shit
Transcript and full image under cut
Bill, floating intangibly: You're a loser, Mac
Stan, looking up from his magazine: Yeah? And you're an interdimensional demon dumb enough to die in my head. You're the biggest idiot I know, and I know me
#They're so funny to me#Bill is trying so hard to break Stan and yeah the nightmares suck and stan is definitely scarred for life#But for the most part... to me at least#The Bill still au is about Stan repeatedly wrecking Bill's shit and tormenting him and having the time of his life#Bill is the real captive audience actually#They're stuck with Each Other <3 and they hate each other and it's so funny guys trust#Headcanon that Bills insults wouldn't work on stan and would actually improve his self esteem#Because Bill can't day anything Stan hasn't said about himself#And hearing this massive loser call him pathetic has to be so funny and also invalidate the negative self outlook#Like hell is he gonna agree with BILL of all people#Ford is extremely confused about Stan's sudden Nacho buying spree but then sees Stan throw them in the Sea while shouting profanities#Ofc he joins in#stanley pines#bill cipher#billstillau#I have too many thoughts about this sorry guys đđ#gravity falls#gravity falls au#sea grunks#stan pines#my art
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It irritates me alot when people say that making medic more compassionate is ''missing the point of his character'' when he is literally shown to be in the comics.... did you miss the part where he showed concern for both sniper and miss pauling's well being in comic 5 and 6.
His actions are a combination of genuine attachment + clinical interest and these things do not cancel out one another. He is always pushing boundaries and going against the grain and i think this is what led to him losing his license in the first place. He felt stifled by the rules imposed on him.
He is shown to be extremely passionate so it makes sense that he would use his endless fascination with medicine as a way to show his affection. He loves his friends so he will find a way to make them borderline indestructible. Malpractice is his love language.
#it makes me really angry how adamant some people are against exploring his sweeter side beyond just ''heehoo evil doctor''#idk how to tell you that giving a character a wider range of complexities and oftentimes contradicting traits#does not equal 'woobification'. him being friendly social and cheerful and fascinated with the world around him (which he canonically is)#is not the same thing as writing him as a helpless softboy. those two things do not correlate#he was visibly worried when sniper wanted to get back in the fight!#it's so abundantly clear that medic just misses social cues and doesn't always react accordingly#plus his quote unquote evilness is a joke it's not. something that is meant to be taken seriously#he's more comparable to a saturday morning cartoon villain except he is a protagonist#the way he approaches medicine to me is very similiar to#a child playing potions if that makes sense. he is throwing shit together to see what sticks#and having fun with it#i might rewrite this later to be more coherent because i have alot of thoughts on him that are jumbled together#and there is so much to say abt him#also i find it so funny how inconsistent he is. he tells them they all hallucinated before brain death#yet he personally went to hell multiple times. why did he do that#tf2#medic#tf2 medic#medic tf2#team fortress 2
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Silly idea I talked about ages ago with @azure7539arts, inspired by a similar event my workplace hosts every year. Would minors be allowed to participate in such an event? Probably not! But then again, it was the 80s, who can say for sure. Anyway, it's my birthday and I'll post nonsense if I want to <3
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âI need you to buy me.â
Eddie looks up from his notebook, effectively jarred from his campaign-plotting fugue state by Steveâs declaration.
Steve is standing at the other end of the dining table, staring at him expectantly.
âYâknow, this is the part where someone usually follows up their completely bonkers demand with an explanation,â Eddie says slowly.
âAt the charity auction,â Steve clarifies. âI need you to bid on me, and I need you to win.â
Ah, yes, that weird Rent-an-Athlete charity auction the school runs every year; anyone on any Hawkins High sports team could volunteer to be âauctionedâ off in order to raise money for said sports team, to spend a day at the beck and call of the highest bidder (within reason, supposedly). Itâs generally restricted to students, but occasionally, prominent alumni are invited to participate â and Steve certainly fits the bill, especially after the story the government spun about his heroism in the face of âserial killerâ Henry Creel last spring.
âAnd what, deny all those pretty girls a chance to get at you?â Eddie asks drily (heâd never turned up at previous auctions himself, but you could hardly avoid gossip in a school their size; it had usually been some cheerleader bidding with daddyâs money who won a dateâ that is, a day with Steve Harrington).
âIt wasnât always a girl who won,â Steve says, crossing his arms over his chest. âOne time it was Mrs. Dalton â you know, the lady on the school board who lives on my block? I just spent the day doing yard work for her. She gave me lemonade. That was pretty cool.â
âRight,â Eddie drawls. âAnd Iâm sure she definitely didnât sit outside and stare at your ass while you were working.â
âShe did notâ sheâ I mean she was on the porch, but, likeâ she wouldnât haveâ sheâs, like, seventy, Eddie,â Steve splutters, and itâs all Eddie can do not to laugh.
âOlder gals have needs, too, Steve,â Eddie says, giving in to a smirk. âSo she was checking you out from the porch, huh?â
Steve goes red. âShut up, that isnât the point. Iâm trying to ask for your help.â
âRight, right, your absolutely reasonable request for me to buy you at market. Why, again?â Eddie asks.
âThe kids are planning to bid on me,â Steve says gravely.
Eddie blinks at him. âOkay?â he says, when no further explanation is forthcoming. âYou basically do most of what they ask, anyway, soâŚ?â
âOkay, believe it or not, I actually say no to at least half of what they ask me to do. I would literally never get anything done if I gave in to all their demands.â Steve jabs a finger at Eddie, who holds up his hands in mock surrender. âAnyway, this is all Hendersonâs fault.â
âIt usually is,â Eddie agrees, nodding sagely.
âHe decided that he was going to bid on me and then use that day to finally make me play your nerd game with youââ Eddie snorts, and Steve shoots him a look, âbut Wheeler doesnât want me to play, so he said he was going to bid against Dustin and make me do anything but sit in on a session with you guys.â
âSo let Wheeler win.â Eddie shrugs.
âNo! I canât let fuckinâ Mike win, heâll probably make me do something even more ridiculous!â Steve exclaims. "Heâll make me play chauffeur for him and El on a date, or something, and heâll probably include the stupid hat.â
âWait, I thought El broke up with him,â Eddie breaks in.
âNo, theyâre on again,â Steve says absently, shaking his head. âWhich is why Max has been in a bad mood lately.â
Eddie bites back the reflexive need to ask âHow can you tell?â, going instead with, âI thought she and Sinclair were on again.â
âNo, they are. Thatâs why no oneâs been actively murdered,â Steve says.
âHow do you keep track of all of this?â Eddie asks, squinting at Steve.
âItâs a natural skill. And weâre getting off track,â Steve says quickly. âNormally, I wouldnât be that worried, because Dustin regularly blows his savings on weird science gadgets or whatever, but then Lucas and Will started taking sides.â
âThis is getting very involved,â Eddie says.
âSo you see why Iâm stressed!â Steve insists, smacking a hand to his forehead (personally, Eddie thinks Steve is stressed for many other reasons, but he figures pointing that out just now wonât be appreciated). âLucas is on Dustinâs side, and that kid does odd jobs like nobodyâs goddamn business; he actually has shit saved up. And usually Iâd have faith in him being more, like, sensible than to spend it all on this, but the little shit is really fucking competitive.â
âWonder who he got that from?â Eddie mutters.
âOkay, we do remember that Iâm not actually biologically related to any of these idiots, right?â Steve snaps.
âWell now weâre just getting into nature versus nurtureââ
âEddie.â
âRight, sorry, continue.â
âWell, Will took Mikeâs sideââ
âShocking.â
âRight? But anyway, I donât know if the kid has much saved up, but between him and Wheeler, they might be able to win.â Steve sighs, looking far more world-weary than Eddie feels the situation really warrants.
âYou know you donât actually have to do what they ask you to, right?â Eddie points out.
Steve rolls his eyes. âIf an auction winner complains to the school that the person they bid on didnât fulfill their end of the bargain, they can get their money back. Itâs a wholeâŚâ he waves his hand vaguely, âthing. Happened once when I was a sophomore; Deacon McNab. Lost a good chunk of change for the football team, and they vandalized the shit out of his car.â
âAh, right. Forgot we went to school with literal psychopaths,â Eddie hums.
âSo, I just need you to bid on me and win, so Iâm not stuck wasting a Saturday on whatever the hell the kids are going to try to make me do. Or not do. Orâ whatever,â Steve says.
âOkay, not that I donât understand your predicament here, but I think youâre forgetting something kind of important, Steve,â Eddie drawls.
Steveâs brows draw together in question. âWhat?â
âIâm fucking poor.â
âOh.â Steve shakes his head. âI didnât meanâ no, I will give you the money, you donât have to spend a dime, man, I just need you to get me out of this.â
âWhy not have Buckley do it?â Eddie asks.
âThat was Plan A, but she actually has a date that night, and itâs kind of a big deal, so I donât want her to cancel,â Steve says. âBut I assumed you wouldnât be busy.â
âWow, rude,â Eddie scoffs, and Steve sighs.
âFine, sorry, I just really hoped you wouldnât be busy.â Steve gives him the most lethal set of puppy dog eyes Eddie has ever seen, as if there had been any chance from the beginning that heâd be able to say no. âPlease?â
Just for show, Eddie lets out a long sigh, falling against his chair and letting his head flop over the backrest like heâs deflating.
âFine.â
âThank you,â Steve groans, sounding so genuinely relieved that Eddie almost feels bad about how quickly his thoughts dip into the realms of the inappropriate. âOh my god, I owe you.â
Eddie glances back up at Steve, tongue darting out to wet his lips almost unconsciously. âYou know Iâm not as easy to appease as a couple of fifteen-year-olds, right?â
Steveâs eyes drop for just a secondâmaybe down to Eddieâs lips, maybe not; who can say?âbefore he looks back up, cocking an eyebrow at Eddie. âI think I can handle it.â
Slowly, Eddie grins. âWeâll see.â
#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#steve & the party#stranger things#solar wrote#this is very silly but I had fun writing it so I hope it's a fun short read#obviously Eddie does win the auction (surprisingly stiff competition; he may or may not end up throwing in a little of his own money#even though none of the kids are the top bidders at that point)#and then you can choose your own ending:#either Eddie chickens out and just asks Steve to play roadie for the band on their next gig night#but it works out in his favor anyway because he gets to spend the night watching Steve lifting and carrying and being supportive#while Steve gets to watch the band perform and is lowkey starstruck by Eddie and they smooch about it at the end of the night#OR; Eddie demands the same treatment Steve gave those cheerleaders who won a date with him back in the day#he's sort of joking but Steve takes him very seriously and takes him on a date so sweet and fun that Eddie is almost mad about#being swept off his feet by it#and at the end of the night Steve walks Eddie to his door and Eddie asks if the treatment ends here#or if Steve did anything... else for those girls#Steve; eyebrows raised: Are you asking if I slept with those girls for money?#Eddie; blanching: WAIT SHIT NO-#Steve: Nah I'm kidding. Come inside and fuck me#and Eddie does
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arthur becoming king and showering merlin in gifts to the point where it looks like hes a nobleman. camelot going yup thats the kings consort, i think weâre two months away from a royal wedding. visiting nobles/royals who have no idea about âmerlin and arthurâ treating merlin like a nobleman until he corrects them. visiting nobles/royals who DO know about âmerlin and arthurâ not being surprised in the slightest. merlin getting away with everything and blatantly stealing from the kings plate during a feast and theyâre all just like âyeah alrightâ idk just merlin being spoiled by his bf who isnât his bf but who desperately wants to be
#bbc merlin#merlin emrys#arthur pendragon#merthur#fanfiction#fanfic#fic ideas#prompts#oblivious merlin kinda#arthur is besotted#so is merlin but hes not so damn obvious about it#i say as merlin throws himself into the line of danger to protect arthur for the millionth time#merlin finding out about the rumors that hes the kings consort and being peeved like#âim not his whoreâ#and people are like âno no no corsort as in lover. the rumor is that you two are in loveâ#and merlins like âoh! like his lover! thats betterâ#and he goes to arthur and tells him the rumor#laughing about it#and arthurs just staring at him all soft as shit going#âyeah crazy lolâ
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I hope u guys don't mind me posting these au doodles while I work on things ahaha
I also gave JD slightly longer hair in these doodles as a funny haha but I don't think it's funny anymore he looks genuinely good with his hair like that ahahaha I hope you're not mad at me for changing his au design a bit
#first of all ahem DONT TAG THIS AS SHIP OR WHATEVER!!! ILL THROW ROCKS AT YOU!!!!! BITCH!!!!!!!#troIlcest (or whatever you call yourselves idk) DONT TOUCH my SHIT! Ty :] anyways...#For context I like to hc that when he was younger Bruce would always have JD brush his hair#and like... whenever lil Bruce was upset it would help calm him down i think ahhauysgjiodk do u guys see the vision??#and since it's my au i can make reality whatever i want it to be sooooo :]#I like to imagine that it still helps Bruce calm down even tho they're older now.. Big bro brushing his lil bros hair to soothe him UUGH#Let JD be a good older brother pleeease#also gave JD flowers in his hair too bc he deserves them me thinks... Now him and Bruce are matching!!!#i dont have any specific flowers in mind for the ones in their hair i just picked a color for the flowers that looked pretty and ran with i#also saying it again i love love LOOOOVE the crayon tool in mspaint using it to make gradients is so!!!! UUUGHUHHH!!!! /pos#the pattern on JD's jacket fur will never be consistent shhhhh#trolls#trolls band together#john dory trolls#trolls john dory#bruce trolls#trolls bruce#beach bros au#cherris canvas#I made that last image btw#everytime i saw that screenshot of jd it made me think of the spongebob scene where its a pov of flats waking up#and the first thing he sees is spongebob waiting for him with flowers in his hand and smiling
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