okay so. jack can tell dennis wants to fuck robby and that robby wants to fuck dennis, because who can't, but robby won't make a damn move so fine, jack will do it for him.
except whittaker is no fool, he's been witness to god knows how many rants from trinity about garcia, he is not about to get involved with a coworker - no matter how much he thinks about robby's hands or how often he catches abbot eying his body. but, park...
here's the thing - whittaker's worked in the pitt for a year now, and he's only seen park once. once. and park liked him first, sent him a message first. it'll probably be fine, right?
(park, unfortunately, is a piece of shit. like, take a picture of whittaker's naked back in robby's bed kind of piece of shit. like, text that picture to robby and then climb right back on that twink and fuck him again, kind of piece of shit)
Please please make Fiddleford and Ford diddle y/n 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
ok so full disclosure... i was not into fiddleford like that... HOWEVER... let me cook rq
im thinking....
tw // noncon, teacher x student relationship, freeuse, bill's a freak (probs ooc)
18+!!!!!!!!!! minors dni!!!
assistent researcher (y/n) who managed to snag a job out in oregon for two researchers with a nice giant grant. you were soo grateful for the opportunity to gain experience working with two very successful scientists. you heard from your professor that they had chosen you, specifically, so that must mean that they see you for your talent and genius!
WRONG. they pick you cuz you're HOT and you look like a SLUT. jk! they did pick you because you have the right experience and credentials! and for a time, everything was chill and cool. you have a great time working for fiddle and ford, researching gravity falls and transdimensional portals. ford and fiddleford had a slight thing for their young assistant, but they wouldn’t do anything to you cuz they dont want to jeopardize their career.
until a certain yellow triangle comes along.
bill had ford wrapped around his finger and both you and fiddleford were seeing that change in his personality. he was growing paranoid, being rude, and generally acting crazy. so one night, fiddle and ford were up late drinking, bill decides he wants to play a little game with his puppet and his crushes. bill convinces ford to propose a cute little offer to fiddleford. ("you guys deserve it! after all, you helped them, isn't it only fair?")
“you know, fiddleford.... we’ve worked so hard for so long. especially after taking in (y/n).” he looks over, nodding, already drunk. “you know… they haven’t payed us back for giving them this opportunity.”
drunkenly, “i guess, i didn't realize they needed to pay us." fiddleford leans his head back.
"all that we do, i mean fiddleford, isn't it only fair?" bill giggles gleefully inside ford's head, seeing how easily convinced the two men were.
fiddleford looks over at you, watching your chest rise and fall as you breathe. "they really haven't paid us back for our kindness yet, huh."
i like to think that they try to hold off on being too violent or rough with you at first, like it's small touches and grazes at first to see how you'll react. however as time goes on... they get more and more bold and they finally break.
ford breaks first, pushing you up against a wall, pressing a rough kiss against your lips. you try to push him off, but the older man was stronger, pushing your hands away from him. you taste black coffee and his minty toothpaste, you could feel his hand go under your shirrt when fiddleford walks in. ford lets go of you to gesture to fiddleford. you try to run, but fiddleford grabs your arm just before you reach the door. almost as strong as ford, you couldn't fight him off. "(y/n)! (y/n), where do you think you're going?"
"LET GO, FUCKING CREEP." you're sobbing, trying to get his hand off. ford makes a disapproving noise, crossing his arms, he walks over to you. fiddleford pulls you, your back hitting his chest. ford grips your jaw.
"where will you go? are you really going to lose your job, your career, your degree, because you didn't want to lay there for us?" ford's eyes flash yellow and you freeze.
fiddleford's grip on you relaxes as he feels you wilt. he whispers into your ear, "just listen to us, (y/n). that's all you have to do."
fiddleford is more gentle. he likes to use you at night when you sleep because then there isn't any guilt.
ford is very much hot-and-cold. sometimes he's bending you over on the desk and fucking you until you can't stand. sometimes he just likes you to cockwarm him while you're both working. sometimes he likes go down on you when you're chilling on the couch (hes a munch as they say) (if bill's possessing ford, you're getting fucked dumb like you're drooling, can't think, and bill won't stop until both you and ford have passed out.)
as fiddleford gets more and more comfortable, the both of them take turns with you at the same time. THREESOME!!!!! teehee
i be seeing so many ppl asking for nerdsung to be a dom but i fear that’s never happening fsfdfs like reader def wears the pants in the relationship and she making sure he never steps out of line </3
RUNIE'S REDACTED CHARACTER INTERPRETATIONS — PART 1
--(this is honestly just me rambling don't expect much.. i just wanted to get my thoughts on paper)
Milo Antonio Greer- that's a black dominican man if i've ever heard one. i have no deep reasoning for this, it's just canon in my head. he moved to dahlia from the east coast (boston), and that's why he has the accent, duh!
- he has dark brown curly hair and prefers to keep it short and out of his face. FRECKLES ALL ON HIS FACE. AND BEAUTY MARKS!!!!!!!
- dark dark green/brown eyes. the green shows more in his wolf from than anywhere else.
- very built, not as much as david but he's strong af, he just hides it under his clothes. his favorite parts of himself are defo his chest and arms 😋
- milo is 5'9. non-negotiable. argue w the wall.
- loves wearing glasses/sunglasses in a fashionable way, even though his vision is basically 20/20. he thinks it makes him look sexier (it does)
Asher Talbot- i fear i mainly see him as a white midwestern emo.. but i do also really enjoy black asher interpretations. honestly, the only stipulations i have for asher is that his hairs dyed blonde and he has vitiligo. (i could also see him as being mixed w a white mom specifically. sorry)
- LIGHT BROWN/HAZEL EYES. (blue eyed asher scares the shit out of me)
- very tall and lean- bordering lanky but it's all muscle. sleeper build final boss. he's like 6'2-6'3, so defo not the tallest but he's up there.
- wavy/curly haired asher truther... lowkey might be a little fried though cause i like to imagine his natural hair is black.
David Gabriel Shaw- mexican man. sorry im david neutral i don't have a crazy long reason for it. just look at him. look at his name bruh.
- big and built like a brick shithouse. who's surprised. a good 6'5 with huge fucking arms. there were growth hormones in his milk as a baby.
- dark brown/black hair and dark black/brown eyes that bore deep into your soul. moles and beauty marks all over too. mixed with a couple scars that couldn't be completely fixed w healing magic.
- he is unfortunately very attractive you win david lovers. YOU WINNN. 🙄 but he does needs reading glasses.
Samuel Collins- i was struggling for a min but i just had an epiphany. your southern comfort vampire is GINGER 🫵🫵🫵🫵. cope.
- i tried thinking of other things but mont blanc just sounds like a white hick town....sorry.
- he has a nice tan though. as a treat! with freckles all over his face and body.
Sam's tall, not shaw pack tall though he's like 6'0. and strong but in a farmers way... soft buff with an equal amount of fat and muscle (a little more fat 😋)
i think even before his turning, he was strong enough to manhandle a cow.... just imagine how strong he is now..
- he can have a little bit of facial hair, as a treat. he's a very rustic man after all. oh, and he's a chronic cowboy boot wearer.
hello. slower updates. i am being w friends and family and graduation and .. employment 🤮🤮🤮. this seems very long but once june is over im hoping to be hopefully 75% finished w down bad loser and then we back to quicker updates
hobie’s seen some of miles’ graffiti work and took interest in it himself, so one day he asks miles if he could spray paint a spider on one of his plain tees to give it pizazz.
usually, miles isn’t really worried about his graffiti art being perfect; but this time it’s different. hobie’s cool as hell, what if he doesn’t like the finished product? that’d destroy his ego.
so he’s been circling around the t-shirt that laid on the floor, shaking a can of black spray paint for about ten minutes now. it was simple, really; all he needed to do was a circle and then the spider on the inside, but he couldn’t bring himself to start just yet, because what if the circle comes out lopsided, or he doesn’t make the spider big enough to fit four legs on each side?
it didn’t really help that hobie leaned against the wall in front of miles, observing miles circle around like a nervous mess.
“miles.. you good?”
“huh?”
“you’ve been doing..” unsure of what to call it, hobie motions with his hand, “this, for the past ten minutes. do you like.. need some inspo?”
“oh no, it’s not that, it’s just..” he isn’t sure how to cover it up, so he just is honest, “i don’t wanna mess it up, it’s gotta look nice.”
“it’s fine, no big deal if it’s messy.”
“you sure?” miles stops his pacing, looking down at the blue tee. it was modified, the collar and bottom hem messily torn off to fit hobie’s style more, and now miles felt a bit stupid for overthinking his craft; hobie was all about messy!
“yeah, the shirt don’t got any sentimental value for me yet, so i’m not gonna get mad if you absolutely fuck up the spider.” hobie shrugs.
miles raises a brow. “yet?” he’s really curious about what that means, and even finds himself hoping it means what he thinks it does.
he totally isn’t sure why though, of course.
“yeah, right now this shirt is just like, basic.” hobie starts, and miles doesn’t realize it but his voice gets a bit softer. “it doesn’t really have a meaning, but once you give it your touch it gets its value, because it’s your craft that you’re giving to me, y’know?”
there’s a lot more that hobie wanted to say, but he couldn’t get the courage to do it. he realizes he kind of went off on a tangent, and possibly annoyed miles, if it weren’t for the wide eyed look on the boy’s face. “sorry, that was a bit too much.” he grimaces.
“oh, oh no, it’s fine!” miles reassures the other, a smile on his face. “i appreciate your appreciation a lot.”
he shakes the can of spray paint, a hint of determination in his eyes as he looks at the tee once more.
