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pairings: kevin moon x reader genre: art student au, strangers to lovers, art!student kevin, actor!reader, another secret admirer situation (yes i know we already did that in my sangyeon fit but it’s cute so idc) summary: in which you find a sketchbook filled with drawings of you, and go on a mission to find the owner word count: 8.5k (these just get longer and longer wow) series: sankyeom’s 2k followers celebration

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Your psychology professor always spoke a mile a minute, and it made taking notes unnecessarily difficult. Usually when she lectured, your wrist cramped from writing so fast, and your classmates couldn’t wait to get out of the room. On one particular autumn afternoon, you stared into nothingness as your professor gave a lecture on Milgram’s experiments, running lines in your head instead of taking notes like you usually did.

When you were cast as one of the lead roles (who didn’t even have that many lines to begin with) in your University’s winter play of An Ideal Husband, you were ecstatic to be given a new challenge. You had never been involved in acting or theatre before University, and you always felt like you were behind your peers. Your excitement soon morphed into something less productive: fear.

You were so afraid to mess up and disappoint your peers that you frequently did poorly in rehearsals and were the source of your cast’s frustrations. Perhaps it was your lack of experience, or perhaps it was because you didn’t really have any faith in yourself. Either way, it was all you could think about.

As your classmates started packing up to leave, you realised that the lecture was over and that you had just been in your own head for over an hour without learning anything from your class. Scrambling to pack up, you put away your notebooks and pencils as your phone chimed. Checking the text, you saw a message from your friend Sunwoo asking if you wanted to get lunch with him.

Getting to your feet, you texted Sunwoo that you were down for lunch as you exited the now empty lecture hall. As you left, you felt your shoe come in contact with a solid object in the doorway; a notebook that somebody must have dropped on the way out. Knowing that you would want your notes back if someone found them – especially in this class, where your professor spoke way too fast – you opened the notebook to see who it belonged to.

Your breath caught in your throat.

It wasn’t a notebook, it was a sketchbook. With a drawing of you on the first page.

At first, you scolded yourself for assuming that the person in the drawing was you. It was presumptuous of you, wasn’t it? But the texture, colour, and length of the person’s hair perfectly matched yours. The person in the picture had your eyes, skin, clothes, and smile.

Perhaps it wasn’t so arrogant of you to presume that you were being depicted in the drawing.

“That’s a lovely drawing,” Professor Shin, who was on her way out, complimented. “You’re an excellent artist.”

You glanced up from the page, feeling a little dizzy. “It’s not mine,” you admitted, head spinning at the idea of somebody drawing you. Plain, simple, me? You couldn’t believe it. “I just found it here on the floor.”

“Looks like somebody admires you,” your Professor mused, smiling before bidding you farewell, leaving you standing in an empty lecture hall, clutching the sketchbook in your hands.

You tried to find a name on the other side of the cover, but there was no number or form of identification anywhere. The only thing that alluded to an identity was the small signature at the bottom right corner of the drawing.

Moon scribbles.

The first time Kevin saw you, he was seated three rows behind you in one of his Cultural Anthropology classes last semester. You were jotting notes as quickly as possible, brows furrowed together in concentration as you gripped your pen hard enough for your knuckles to turn white.

Kevin didn’t take any notes that day.

All the could do was watch you, appreciating the way your expressions changed as you understood the content, and the hesitance on your face when you volunteered an answer during class.

He didn’t mean to start drawing you. You had simply inspired him to pick up his pencil and start sketching, the soft strokes of the lead slowly but surely forming shapes that resembled your eyes, nose, lips…

Kevin didn’t think that you’d be all he could draw from that moment onwards. Even during his art classes; if the assignment was to study the scenery surrounding the University and draw a landscape, Kevin couldn’t get the image out of your face out of his head. Whether he used paint, charcoal, ink, or lead, it was your profile that emerged from his efforts.

Today was no different; Kevin was supposed to be studying the Psychology slides from class that day – which he hadn’t taken notes on because he was too busy sketching you – and yet he only had the urge to add the finishing touches to his drawing instead of facilitating his studying. Dragging his messenger bag over to his desk, Kevin rifled through it in search of his sketchbook. He had filled many, many pages with your face at that point, and it had become a habit for him to bring it everywhere with him in case he had the urge to draw.

Kevin furrowed his brows when he couldn’t find it. His heart pounded suddenly, the idea of him having lost his sketchbook in a place you might find it seeming terrifying and disastrous. After a final sweep of his bag – which included emptying it inside-out to make sure he didn’t miss anything – Kevin could only hope and pray that he’d find it before you did.

“You found what?” Sunwoo asked through a mouthful of noodles, his eyes comically large and rounded in surprise.

“A sketchbook full of drawings of me,” you replied in a monotone voice, knowing fully well that Sunwoo had heard and understood you the first time. This was the fourth time you had explained the situation, and it was starting to get a little old.

Eric narrowed his eyes, judging Sunwoo’s eating habits, before turning to face you. “Are the drawings cute?” he wondered.

“I wouldn’t say they’re cute,” you said absentmindedly, thinking back to the drawings you saw. After succumbing to your own curiosity, you had looked through the notebook to see what other drawings there were. You knew this was an invasion of privacy but you couldn’t help yourself. Surely enough, they were all of you.

“They were beautiful. Drawn in such detail that I couldn’t even believe it when I first saw them… And I look genuinely gorgeous in them,” you paused when Sunwoo scoffed at your words. “I’m not saying that to be vain,” you defended. “Trust me, I look much better in the sketches than in real life. Whoever drew them just… sees me differently than I see myself. I look beautiful in the pictures.”

“Your Professor’s right, it does sound like you’ve got yourself an admirer,” Eric teased you, pleased that somebody other than your close friends was starting to see how great you were. He wasn’t your best friend like Juyeon or Sunwoo, but he knew you well enough. “Did you get a name or anything?” he asked excitedly.

“Nothing,” you sulked. “I can take an educated guess that this person is probably in my Psych class since it’s the only class I have in that room, but who knows? It could be anyone that’s seen me before.”

“Maybe it’s one of your fans from the drama department,” Sunwoo poked fun at your cast members, not liking how they were treating you in rehearsals.

“Very funny,” you rolled your eyes, finally picking at your rice and starting to eat. “I just want to know who’s drawing me in such an amazing way. It’s so detailed that I assume it might be someone will a lot of skill, maybe an art major? But a lot of people draw as a hobby who aren’t art majors as well. Maybe-”

Eric interrupted you. “You’re thinking too much,” he said, trying to clam you down. “Just… slow down a little. Maybe they’ll come looking for it next time you have Psych? There’s no name or information so you can’t do anything to find them, anyways,” he rationalised, something that was usually your role in your friendships.

Your eyes lit up. “Moon scribbles,” you exclaimed.

Sunwoo gave you an unimpressed look. “Bless you.”

You ignored his cheek, taking out your phone and going onto Instagram. “The artist signed all of their drawings with a signature that says Moon scribbles,” you explained.

“You know it’s rude to go onto your phone during mealtimes,” Sunwoo replied.

You laughed. “I’ll be sure to remember that for the next time you do the same, Kim Sunwoo.”

After typing moonscribbles into the search bar, you saw an art page by the same name pop up. You couldn’t tell who it belonged to, as the bio vaguely gave information about the artist going to your University, studying art and being a pisces. Since the account was private, you decided to risk it and request to follow them, no matter how strange that might be if they weren’t the person you were looking for.

“I should have invited Juyeon out for lunch instead,” Sunwoo decided, picking at your rice dish in between bites of his noodles.

“Juyeon would rather hang out with Eric than you anyway,” you teased your friend back, knowing that Juyeon and Eric had a deeper friendship despite Sunwoo and Eric being the same age. Eric grinned, amused that the was the topic of discussion and not chiming in to deny anything. “And excuse me, I paid for lunch, you rascal! Now stop complaining, I’m done anyway.”

“Alright, fine. Did anything come up?” Sunwoo wondered, slapping your wrist when you tried to take some of his noodles. You rolled your eyes. Typical Sunwoo: always taking your food but never willing to share his with you.

“I don’t know yet,” you admitted. “Guess we’ll just have to wait and see.”

A few days passed without any response from moonscribbles on Instagram. You checked a few times a day to see if they ever accepted your request to follow them, but nothing ever came back. They didn’t deny your request, nor did they let you follow them either. It was frustrating, but it fell to the back of your mind after a week due to your schedule.

You had started doing full rehearsals with your cast members on stage for the play. At first, you thought that the setting might help you remember your lines and act without feeling awkward, but you were wrong. Most of your cast mates thought you got one of the lead roles for an alternate reason; perhaps you were related to someone on the University’s board and the director put you in because they wanted to keep their job. None of that was true, of course, but it didn’t help you make any friends.

The only friend you made was Younghoon, who played the lead opposite you, and with whom you frequently got together to go over lines and practice. He was one of those actors who was a completely different person from his role; he could keep be totally in character while doing his lines and the second the scene was over, he was back to his smiley self.

It didn’t help your confidence that he was an absolute pro. It only made you seem less competent in comparison, and you scolded yourself for even thinking that. Of course you knew it wasn’t Younghoon’s fault that he was simply much better at acting than you, but it definitely hurt your pride even more.

After another disastrous rehearsal, your cast mates had left to go backstage so you could have a word with the director. Younghoon sent you an encouraging smile and a pat on the shoulder before he followed your cast mates backstage, going over his lines in a faint whisper.

“Y/n,” your director began gently. “I don’t mean to hurt your feelings, but what’s up with you?” You said nothing, prompting her to keep talking. “Your audition was really great. I knew I wanted you to play a lead role the second you were done auditioning. But you’ve been doing pretty poorly in rehearsals.”

“I know,” you admitted. “I’m really sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

Your director sighed. “Look Y/n, I still want you to play your role. I like your chemistry with Younghoon and I think you guys could be really great leads. But if things don’t improve, I’m going to have to replace you with your understudy for the sake of this production.”

Even though you knew it was the obvious thing to do, it still hurt to hear. “I understand,” you whispered, nodding as you glanced at the floor.

“I really hope you can figure this out,” your director said, gently placing a hand on your shoulder. “Let me know if I can help in any way, okay?” You nodded, and your director excused herself, leaving you standing at the edge of the stage by yourself.

You groaned once you were alone, taking a seat at the edge of the stage and letting your legs dangle over the edge. Welcoming the silence in the theatre as most of the cast had left for the day, you allowed yourself to lay back and close your eyes.

Why couldn’t you get this right?

Maybe I should just quit the play, you thought to yourself. It’s probably for the best.

When you heard the gentle patter of footsteps leading onto the stage, you spoke without opening your eyes. “Let me guess, you came to tell me how terrible I am too?” you uttered, not even caring who it was anymore.

The footsteps paused. “Um, actually, I’m just here to paint the sets…” a soft male voice spoke, causing you to open your eyes and sit up.

A familiar face stood a few metres away from you, paintbrushes and paints in hand. He had black hair that slightly covered his eyes, cat-like eyes and small lips that were pursed at the awkward interaction the two of you had just had.

“Sorry,” you apologised, getting to your feet. “It’s been a rough day,” you paused. “You’re Kevin, right?”

He looked surprised that you knew who he was. “Oh. Yes, actually.”

“I’m close with Juyeon,” you explained, realising how strange it might seem that you knew his name and recognised him. “I suppose I should probably have led with that.”

Kevin smiled. “No worries. I know you as well, you’re Y/n. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“Likewise,” you replied, bending down to collect your script and other belongings, pushing them into your tote bag as quickly as possible. “I’ll get out of your hair, then,” you smiled at him, implying it as your farewell.

“For the record, I don’t think you’re terrible,” Kevin confessed, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt and starting to mix paints. You glanced at him. “Are you in your head a little? Maybe. But you’re far from terrible,” he assured you, his brown eyes brimming with kindness.

“That’s very nice of you to say,” you replied. “Thanks. Although, you seem more like an artist than an actor,” you added, teasing him just a little. You couldn’t help yourself, he was pretty cute.

Kevin laughed. “Fair enough,” he allowed. “If you want me to brag about being the lead in Aladdin in middle school, then I will.”

You placed your tote bag on your shoulder, holding your hands up in surrender. “I take it back,” you said immediately. “You have more experience than I do on stage.” The two of you shared grins.

“You’ll get the hang of it,” Kevin assured you. “If I can do it then you certainly can.”

He seemed really sincere, and you appreciated it. “Thanks, Kevin,” you said, feeling much lighter and in a far better mood than before Kevin had come on stage. “I’ll see you around,” you bid your farewells before exiting the stage.

You’d have to ask Juyeon more about his friend Kevin.

The next time you and Kevin bumped into each other was after one of your rehearsals a few weeks later.

You had improved in your rehearsal times, with a lot of help from Younghoon – who practiced with you in between classes – and Sunwoo – who you ran lines with anytime the two of you were together. When you were done rehearsing, your director had expressed how happy she was that you were starting to warm up to the stage and really get into the character the way she was hoping you would. Younghoon earned himself two week’s worth of free coffee from you, and your cast finally stopped glaring at you whenever you came to rehearsals.

“Oh, hey,” you greeted Kevin, who started coming onstage to work on the sets with other people who were involved in the production process. “Good to see you again,” you told him.

“You too,” Kevin beamed, his hair falling over his eyes just slightly. You had the urge to brush it out of the way so you could see him better, but you resisted the urge and scolded yourself for being so forward. “You guys are looking pretty good out there,” he complimented, waving at Younghoon as he left the theatre. His older friend gave him a knowing look, making big eyes at him and puckering his lips to tease Kevin about his crush on you.

“Thank you,” you smiled back at him, entirely clueless to Kevin cursing Younghoon with his eyes right in front of you. “The sets are really coming along too,” you commend him, gesturing around you. “It’s certainly adding some more colour to our rehearsals.”

“Glad to hear it,” Kevin replied. “Set painting isn’t exactly my vocation or anything, but it’s a fun way to help out with my skillset.”

“Skillset?” you echoed, tilting his head in curiosity.

“Ah,” Kevin cleared his throat awkwardly. “Um, I’m a fine arts major. So set painting is a little less refined than what I usually do. Not that I’m bragging,” he added quickly.

“Not at all,” you agreed, your eyes widening in realisation. “Fine arts, that’s a really cool major. You must be pretty talented to get into fine arts here, it’s such a competitive major,” your eyes widened in sudden realisation. “I’d love to see something of yours that doesn’t involve painting sets,” you motioned to the stage around you.

Kevin almost blushed. “Really?” he asked, his heart beat hammering in his chest at the idea of you seeing his art.

“Yeah,” you nodded your head eagerly. Partly because you were really curious about his art, but mostly because Kevin was pretty damn cute. “For sure! I mean, if you come to opening night of the play, I’d love to go see your art some time.”

“How’s this Saturday?” Kevin asked, his words almost slurring together at the speed he was talking. “The art department’s putting on an exhibition and a few of my drawings are going to be in it.”

“That sounds great,” you agreed. “Do you think I could bring some friends?”

Kevin nodded, his deep brown eyes brightening at the idea. “For sure! I already invited Juyeon but you can bring Sunwoo along as well.”

“Then I’ll be there,” you promised.

“Oh my god, are you touching the art?” you heard Kevin exclaim semi-loudly. You froze from your place, pointing at the water fountain from which you were filling up a cup of water to drink.

“What?” you asked dumbly, your eyes widening as Kevin smirked, hiding his laughter.

It was the Saturday of Kevin’s exhibition and you were doing your best to blend in with all the artistically-minded people in the room; admiring the paintings, motioning at the sculptures and pondering over the meanings behind the light exhibitions.

“I thought this was just a regular water fountain,” you tried to defend yourself.

“It is, I’m just messing with you,” Kevin shrugged, causing you to exhale in relief and slap Kevin’s arm.

“That was awful of you,” you scolded, unable to hide the large grin making its way onto your face. “You suck.”

“So I’ve heard,” Kevin retorted easily. “Hi. Thanks for coming.”

“Thanks for inviting me,” you replied. “So, when am I going to see your pieces?” you asked, motioning around the room. It was filled to the brim and people were bustling around the room to get a good look at every piece.

“Right now if you’re up for it,” Kevin suggested, waving as Juyeon and Sunwoo made their way over to the pair of you. You had excused yourself to get some water when Kevin spotted you and came over. “Hey guys. Sunwoo, good to see you again.”

“You too,” Sunwoo replied courteously, which was unlike him. Sunwoo knew Kevin vaguely through Juyeon, who was the same age as Kevin and had a lot of classes with him, and Eric, who Kevin often hung out with because they both spoke English. “Any of these yours?”

“A few,” Kevin said modestly.

Sunwoo nodded, looking around. “Are they good or are they more… conceptual?” he asked, his own way of asking whether or not Kevin’s art was a piece of crap or not.

You rolled your eyes. “Your eloquence astounds me, Sunwoo,” you said sarcastically.

“Well I might as well get to the point,” Sunwoo chided, glancing back at Kevin. “So?”

Kevin, who was observing you and Sunwoo with the same amused smile that Juyeon was, motioned the three of you over as he led you in the direction of his drawings. “I’m not so sure if they’re good, or conceptual, but I suppose you could judge that for yourself,” he told Sunwoo, coming to a halt in front of a display of drawings.

The drawings were lively and bright; colours in the form of pastels and charcoal bringing richness and warmth to the image. Most of his drawings depicted a faceless person. There were multiple drawings where the person was being portrayed from the back, and ones that were head-on didn’t have any facial features.

“These are amazing,” you breathed out, enchanted by the creativity of the drawings, as well as the immense detail that went into them.

“I like them,” Sunwoo decided, causing Juyeon to nod in agreement.

“They’re really good,” Juyeon complimented his friend, patting him on the shoulder. “I’m really glad you decided to put something on display this year.” Juyeon knew all about the artistic slump Kevin was in last year, so he didn’t have any art on display.

Kevin thanked Juyeon quietly, still studying your expression. “Can I ask why they’re faceless?” you asked, tilting your head as you studied the drawings further.

“Ah, that,” Kevin began, an uncharacteristic shyness appearing in his tone. “Well, I’ve been inspired by somebody for a few months now,” he explained. “I suppose I made my drawings faceless because I don’t want people to know who my muse is. I’m not ready to face how I feel when I draw them yet, and I think it’s too personal to put in an exhibition.”

You nodded your head, understanding where he was coming from. “That’s really great. I hope that one day I’ll get to see their face,” you said kindly, genuinely enjoying his art. Your eyes widened as you realised something. “Hey, do you know the other students in your major well?” you asked him.

Kevin raised an eyebrow at your sudden change of topic. “Yeah, I think so. We’re a small major and I have all of my 300-level classes with all the same people. Why do you ask?”

“Would you be able to recognise one of your peer’s work?” you inquired, the sketchbook in your dorm room burning a hole in your mind. He might be able to solve my curiosity.

“Maybe,” Kevin drawled slowly. “Why?” he found your sudden change of pace surprising. “What’s up?”

“Well, I found someone’s sketchbook in one of my classes and I was wondering who it belonged to,” you began, hesitating before bringing up the sketchbook you found in your Psychology class. “But they didn’t put their name on it so I can’t return it to the owner. It was really detailed and skilled work, so I thought they might be a fine arts major.”

Kevin’s heart plummeted into his stomach.

His worst nightmare had come true: you had found his sketchbook. His sketchbook that was filled with his heart-felt drawings of you. And here you were, asking him if he knew who it belonged to. Somehow, it was equal parts thrilling and mortifying.

Sunwoo, having heard about your secret admirer decided to check out a different part of the exhibition, but Juyeon – who was hearing this for the first time – stayed out of curiosity. “You found someone’s sketchbook?” he repeated. “What was in it?”

You laughed awkwardly. “Oh. Well, here’s the thing… There’s some drawings of me in it,” you admitted, feeling shy about divulging everything about the sketchbook to Kevin. “I just… I guess I want to meet the person that made me feel so vibrant and beautiful when looking at the drawings.”

“You have an admirer,” Juyeon realised, beaming at you; eyes squinting into little crescents. “That’s adorable. Does it say anything inside?”

“Yeah it does, actually,” you told him, giving him a smile before meeting Kevin’s eyes again. “All of the drawings are signed with the handle Moon scribbles,” you recalled. “No name or phone number, though.”

Juyeon’s brows furrowed together. “Kev, isn’t Moon scribbles-“

“A really interesting name?” Kevin cut Juyeon off, sending him the clear message that he wasn’t ready to tell you about the fact that you were his muse and he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

Getting the message, Juyeon eagerly agreed, thanking Kevin for finishing his train of thought. “Um, I don’t think I’ve heard of it before. But if you show me the drawings, maybe I could recognise the style?” Kevin suggested, coming up with a solution for you to find the owner of the sketchbook.

“That would be really great, actually,” you acknowledged. “I could bring it by the next time we hang out,” you suggested, excited to figure out who you should thank for their hard work.

“Next time?” Kevin echoed, excitement filling his stomach. “Are you really so eager to solve your mystery?” he teased you.

“Well, you’re not such a bad addition,” you added with a wink.

Kevin’s heart soared.

You met up with Kevin in the library a few days later to show him your sketchbook. It was good timing because you definitely needed to study for your Psychology class after zoning out in your last few lectures, so the library was the perfect setting to meet.

“Hey,” you greeted Kevin, taking the seat next to him on one of the sofas in the more secluded area of the library.

“Hi,” Kevin mumbled in return, his voice sounding quieter and more hoarse than usual. At first, you thought it might be the fact that he had to whisper that made him sound more quiet. Then, you spotted the dark circles under his eyes and the fact that he was wearing glasses, which he didn’t normally do.

“You okay?” you asked him, seeing him stretch out and yawn in his seat.

“Me?” Kevin murmured, meeting your gaze with tired, glazed-over eyes. “Yeah, I’m good.”

“Not to sound like an asshole who’s telling you that you look terrible, which I’m not, but you look really tired,” you had to tell Kevin. “Are you sure you’re up for this? You look like you could use some sleep.”

“Sleep,” Kevin said the word like it’s funny. “Sleep and I… we aren’t friends.”

You smiled sympathetically at your new friend. “Up all night studying?” you wondered.

“Insomnia,” Kevin corrected you.

“Ah,” you nodded in understanding. “So sleep is… a distant acquaintance?” you played off his previous joke.

“Something like that,” he allowed, moving his glasses up onto his forehead to rub his eyes. “I’m good, though. I look like this most days, don’t worry about it.”

“If you say so,” you trail off, your concern still not being calmed by Kevin’s explanation. “We can do this anther time if it helps, though. I wouldn’t want you to be unwell because of me.”

Kevin grinned, adjusting the beanie on his head. “But I couldn’t possibly be unwell if I’m around you,” he said, pointing his finger in the air as if he had made an excellent realisation. “Now, show me the sketchbook.”

You pulled the sketchbook out of your tote bag and handed it over to him.

Seeing it right in front of him, Kevin could confirm that it was definitely his sketch book that you had found. Although the chances of another person on campus being entirely smitten by you to the point where you became their artistic muse was slim, it wasn’t zero.

“Can I,” he motioned to the sketchbook, asking for permission to open it. It was incredibly ironic, but Kevin was too embarrassed to come clean about the sketchbook being his.

“Go ahead,” you nodded, telling him to flip through the pages.

Kevin did so, pretending he was seeing all the drawings for the first time. He paused on every page, looking over the details in the sketches and the way they realistically depicted your features. Even though he was the one who drew them, Kevin could admit that the drawings were really great. They were great because he appreciated the subject and was inspired by you. That much was clear to anybody.

“Wow,” Kevin said when he was done looking at all the drawings, holding the sketchbook on his lap. “That’s… you,” he observed, as if he didn’t already know.

“So I’m not crazy?” you asked immediately, biting your lip. “That’s me?” you glanced down at the open page in front of Kevin, seeing the resemblance between you and the person in the drawing.

“Oh it’s definitely you,” Kevin confirmed. “Unless you have an identical twin somewhere out there, there’s no doubt in my mind that it’s you.”

You let out a relieved sigh, leaning back onto the sofa. “Okay, good. I thought I was being really shallow and presumptuous at first but it’s good that you agree,” you told him, feeling a weight being lifted off your chest. “So, does it look familiar?”

“I’m not sure,” Kevin replied vaguely, wondering how he was going to get himself out of this one. “Do you think I could keep this? Maybe look over it a few more times when I’m not about to pass out,” he added.

“Sure,” you allowed. You trusted Kevin enough that he wouldn’t lose the sketchbook, since all of your mutual friends spoke very highly of him. Besides, you were becoming more impressed by him every time the two of you met. “I hope something comes up. I looked moonscribbles up on Instagram but their account is private and they haven’t responded to my follow request yet.”

Kevin had completely forgotten about his private art Instagram account. Before he was inspired by you to draw, he was in a serious slump and had been spiralling downwards. In this time, he made his Instagram account private in an effort to not think about it too much. Kevin scolded himself for not realising that you would look him up on social media to find him.

“That’s too bad,” he said sympathetically. “Maybe they’ll respond soon?”

“I hope so,” you mumbled, sighing. “I just… I want to meet them.”

“Just out of curiosity, why do you want to meet them so badly?” Kevin wondered. “Because they drew pretty pictures of you?”

“Kind of?” you replied unsurely. “That’s definitely part of it. I guess I wanted to meet somebody who thought I was vibrant and colourful and beautiful,” you shrugged, glancing down at your lap. “Because I don’t think that about myself at all. It’s why I suck at acting, and it’s why my cast mates hate me. I just thought that if somebody out there really thought I was special, maybe I would have a reason to believe it, too.”

Kevin felt butterflies rising in his stomach again, but not in a fluttery, nervous way. He was anxious about what was going to happen. “I’ll do my best to help out,” he said gently. “And Y/n?” you looked back up at Kevin. “I think you’re special,” he admitted. “A lot of people do. Juyeon, Sunwoo, Eric, Younghoon… You don’t need Moon scribbles to be special, you’re already special to us.”

A grateful, shy smile spread across your lips at his words. “Thanks, Kev. For your help, and for saying that. I really appreciate it,” you acknowledged afterwards, realising that Kevin was going out of his way to figure out your mystery while he was dead tired.

Noticing the shift in atmosphere, you cleared your throat and changed the subject, heart hammering. “I’m going to stay here and study for my Psychology class, so you don’t have to stay if you’d rather get some sleep.”

“Psychology?” Kevin echoed. “Are you taking it with Professor Shin?”

“Yes,” you groaned. “She talks so fast that my hand feels like it’s going to fall off after her lectures,” you complained.

Kevin laughed. “I can relate,” he commented. “I didn’t think you were in my class. I’m in section fifteen, what about you?”

“Section twenty-two,” you said, shrugging. “Although I’m glad to hear that it’s not just my class that she’s driving crazy.”

“Ditto,” Kevin agreed. “I actually have to get some studying done for that class too. You mind if I stay?”

“Not at all,” you promised. “It always helps to study with a friend,” you added, pulling out your notes and laptop from your tote bag.

After setting up all of your work, you quickly got to studying, cross-referencing terms from your notes to the textbook to make sure you didn’t write down anything wrong in your hurry. Kevin was silent and still beside you, which you took no notice of because you were so focused. In your distraction, he soon drifted off to sleep with his pencil still in hand, head lulling back to rest on the sofa as his eyes shut by their own accord.

Forty minutes later, you had finished both of the units on Social Psychology and furrowed your brows at an unfamiliar name. “Hey Kev, did you guys talk about-“ you paused after turning to face your new friend, seeing that he was peacefully sleeping, his head now leaning to the side to face you.

The sight of him sleeping peacefully warmed your heart, especially after he had talked about his insomnia earlier. Smiling, you pulled your headphones out of your tote bag so you could listen to the recorded lectures in favour of waking up Kevin to ask him for help. As carefully as you could, you slid the pencil out of his palm and placed it to the side so he could get some rest.

You spent the next half an hour studying in silence, until you noticed Eric, Sunwoo and Jacob walking up to you and Kevin. “Hey,” Sunwoo greeted you, earning a wave from you.

“Hi guys,” you whispered back. “What’s up?”

“Are you and Kevin dating?” Eric interrupted whatever Sunwoo was about to say, an excited glint in his eyes. “You guys are in the make-out section of the library!”

You made a face. “That’s why nobody’s here?” you realised, looking around and frowning. “No, Eric. We’re just studying together.”

Jacob grinned. “Looks like Kevin’s making really great progress on that front,” he teased. “I’m Jacob, by the way,” he added, since the two of you hadn’t properly been introduced yet.

“I’m Y/n,” you replied. “Nice to finally meet you! These rascals have told me all about you,” you motioned to Sunwoo and Eric, who beamed proudly.

“I’ve heard a lot about you as well,” Jacob replied. “And I’ve come to collect Kevin. If he doesn’t wake up soon, he’s going to miss his Ceramics class,” he explained.

“Aw,” you pouted, glancing over at Kevin. “He looks so peaceful when he’s sleeping, though. And he said he was struggling to sleep.”

“Yeah,” Jacob agreed. “I hate waking him. Believe me, I’m his roommate so I see it all first-hand. But attendance is graded in this class, so…” he trailed off with a small shrug before leaning over and waking Kevin up.

Kevin awoke, eyes blinking drowsily as he took in the image of four people staring at him. “What did I do?” he asked, wondering what prompted all the attention.

You grinned, finding the sight rather cute. “Your wake-up service is here to tell you it’s ceramics time,” you explained.

“I fell asleep,” Kevin realised. “I’m sorry,” he apologised, feeling bad that you were studying in silence when you were supposed to be helping each other out.

“Don’t be, I’m glad you got some shut-eye,” you assured him. “Go get ready for your class.”

Kevin gathered all of his things into his bag and waved his goodbyes, trudging out of the library with Jacob. “So,” Jacob began, a wide grin gracing his features. “That’s Y/n?” he teased.

“Yes, that’s Y/n,” Kevin replied quietly.

“The famous Y/n?”

“Oh my god please tell me you didn’t say anything to Y/n.”

“What should I have said? Oh so you’re the Y/n that Kevin has been in love with all semester! The famous muse! Nice to meet you, I’m the guy that has to listen to him gush about you.”

“Don’t make me hide your guitar.”

moonscribbles accepted your follow request!

You sat up from where you were lying down on your bed, startled at the notification you had just received. Racing to open your Instagram app, you looked at moonscribbles’s account. None of the drawings on their account were of you, so you couldn’t decide if they were the right person. But they simply had to be. They went to your school, they studied art…

Braving it, you decided to send them a private message.

Hi! I think I found your sketchbook in Professor Shin’s lecture hall. How do you want me to return it to you?

You waited for a response, which came within a minute.

You can keep it.

You were pouting over your cereal in the dining hall when Juyeon joined you, his plate stacked high with all kinds of delicious breakfast foods. “Hey pouty,” he teased you, giving your shoulder a gentle nudge when he took the seat next to yours. His smile never failed to cheer you up, which is why your frown caused concern to grow in your best friend. “Why the long face?”

“I’m never going to meet moonscribbles,” you told him, your eyes uncharacteristically sad and shiny when they met Juyeon’s.

He startled at how upset you were. “What? Why would you say that?”

“They accepted my follow request on Instagram,” you explained. “And they told me I could keep the sketchbook. Then they went offline,” you recalled. “I guess I was wrong about them.”

“I’m sorry. Whoever they are, they clearly have no idea what they’re missing.” Juyeon frowned, sympathetic of your situation and confused about what Kevin thought he was doing.

“What who’s missing?” Jacob and Eric took the seats opposite you and Juyeon, their plates equally filled with breakfast foods.

“Moon scribbles,” you said vaguely, not wanting to get into it with anyone other than Juyeon and Sunwoo. While you were starting to get to know Jacob better, you didn’t feel comfortable enough around them to discuss the matter with them. And of course you loved Eric, and he knew your situation, but you hadn’t anticipated feeling so upset about Moon scribbles’s response.

“Kevin?” Jacob asked innocently, picking up his fork and elbowing Eric so he wouldn’t steal his food. “What did he do?”

Your eyes snapped over to Jacob. “What did you just say?” you asked. Juyeon’s eyes widened, mouth slightly open as Jacob revealed Kevin’s secret to you without even realising it.

“I was asking what Kevin did,” Jacob repeated. “You said Moon scribbles, didn’t you? Kevin’s artist handle?”

“That’s clever,” Eric chimed in, innocently eating his food. “Since his last name is Moon, and all.” Then his eyes widened and he realised the situation, his gaze snapping over at you to see how you were handling the reveal.

In that moment, you’d never felt like more of an idiot.

“Kevin is Moon scribbles,” you echoed, dropping your fork onto your tray.

“Oh,” Jacob paused, reading the room as he saw the way Juyeon was staring at him. “Did you… not know that?”

“No,” you told him, having lost your already minimal appetite. “He didn’t say a thing.”

“Oh boy,” Jacob said awkwardly. “I feel like I definitely just messed up.”

“No, no,” you denied, waving your hand in Jacob’s direction. “Not at all. I’m just glad that I know who it is,” you tried to convince him, as well as yourself. “Did you know?” you asked Juyeon. “That day at the exhibition… You were trying to tell me that you knew it was Kevin, weren’t you?”

“Yes, I knew,” Juyeon replied slowly, confirming your suspicions.

For a moment, a dull pain ached in your chest. “Why didn’t you tell me?” you asked, hurt that your best friend had lied to you.

“Because I figured Kevin wanted to tell you in his own time,” he explained. “I wasn’t trying to keep anything from you, I just thought he’d do the right thing and explain it to you himself. It felt like it wasn’t my news to tell.”

“Okay,” you nodded. “I understand,” you got to your feet, grabbing your tray after putting your bag on your shoulder.

Juyeon stood up with you. “Are you upset with me?” he asked. “Because I understand if you are.”

You did your best to smile, not caring if it looked real or not. “I’m not upset with you,” you assured him. “I’m upset, but not at you. I have to get to the last dress rehearsal before opening night, so,” you glanced over at Jacob and Eric, who both looked mortified. “Enjoy your breakfast,” you told them before putting your tray away and walking to the theatre as quickly as you could.

“Hey!” your director greeted you when you came in, beaming. “You’re like a half hour early,” she observed.

“Oh, I’ve just come to go over lines and talk to some friends,” you lied, smiling at her before stepping backstage. The set design volunteers were adding last-minute touched to their sets, and you knew that was where you’d find Kevin.

“Hey,” he greeted you when you arrived in front of him. “What’s up?”

“Moon scribbles doesn’t want their sketchbook back,” you told him, as if you didn’t know that he was Moon scribbles. “So you don’t have to keep looking for them,” you added.

“Oh, okay,” Kevin nodded as if he didn’t already know this. “Did you want the sketchbook back?”

“You can keep it,” you declined, crossing your arms over your chest. “It’s rightfully yours anyway.”

Kevin paused his painting. “It is?” he asked, voice squeaking just slightly in surprise.

“Yeah, Moon scribbles,” you narrowed your eyes at him. “Besides, it’s the only way you’ll get to see me ever again, anyway,” you added, frowning as you turned around to go. “Bye, Kevin.”

“Wait,” Kevin put his fine paintbrush down to stop you from leaving.

“What?” you asked him, facing him with a raised eyebrow. “You know what, I actually really want to hear this. What exactly is it that you’re going to say to save this situation?” you wondered.

Kevin sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I didn’t mean for it to go on this long,” he began.

“That’s a joke,” you accused. “You knew how much this meant to me! Just admit that you were never going to tell me that you’re Moon scribbles.”

“How could I tell you?” Kevin exclaimed, startling you with his sudden increase in volume. “How could I just come forward and tell you that it was me? What would you have thought of me?”

“I’d have thought more of you than I do now,” you retorted. “Look, I get it now. I read the situation all wrong. You don’t think I’m special or vibrant or any of those things. You just drew me because I was there, I suppose,” you decided, feeling your heart dropping in your chest at your own words.

“That is not true,” Kevin denied, shaking his head. “You don’t really believe that, do you?”

“I suppose you might have though I was pretty if you drew me,” you allowed. “But clearly, I was putting too much onto this whole Moon scribbles thing, and it didn’t mean anything to you at all. Which is fine, it doesn’t have to mean anything. It just sucks that you couldn’t just tell me that to my face,” you confessed wholeheartedly. “But it’s fine. You can just go back to drawing your faceless muse now, I’m over it,” you lied.

“That’s not why I didn’t want to tell you that I’m Moon scribbles,” Kevin insisted. “I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want you to think I drew you just because you’re beautiful.”

“That worked out well,” you muttered.

Kevin sighed. “I don’t care about your looks, as ironic as that sounds. When I first saw you… You exuded an aura. I know that sounds cheesy and not everyone believes in vibes or energy, or whatever, but it’s true. You inspired me to draw and be creative,” he explained. “But I liked you when I met you. When I saw you in class and when I saw you around Sunwoo and Juyeon. You don’t get it. You are my faceless muse. You have been ever since our Cultural Anthropology class last semester.”

That stopped your train of thought. “You were in that class?” you repeated, confused.

“Yes I was. The first time I saw you… I swear, I haven’t drawn anything other than you since that day,” Kevin’s tone was uncharacteristically serious, and you felt inclined to believe him. “No matter how hard I tried. Flowers turned into your eyes, landscapes became your hair; I was a man possessed. I still am.”

“Then why not tell me all of this?” you wondered, frustrated with the situation.

“I thought that if you found out I was Moon scribbles, you’d just think I was shallow,” he paused. “Or worse.”

You rose an eyebrow. “Worse?”

Now it was Kevin’s turn to sound frustrated. “I mean, I’m not so great and special. I figured you’d be disappointed that it’s me.”

Your heart clenched for him. “How could I be disappointed that it’s you?” you asked him. “You’re great. It’s me who’s awful.”

“You aren’t awful,” he denied. “You’re so much greater than you can see. Don’t you get it? You inspired me to create after the most awful year I’ve ever had artistically. I drew you instead of studying, I drew you instead of leaving my dorm, hell, I drew you instead of sleeping. You didn’t misunderstand anything. I do think that you’re special, and vibrant.”

You buried your face in your hands. “Okay,” you spoke quietly, your mind spinning in circles. “I believe you.”

Kevin nodded. “Good.”

You nodded back at him, unsure of how to continue. “So… You have a sketchbook full of drawings of me,” you decided to tease him, just to bring some of the usual lightheartedness you felt around Kevin back.

Kevin visibly reddened at your words. “I mean… I’d be lying if I said it was just one,” he confessed.

You brightened at his words. “You have multiple sketchbooks full of drawings of me?” you exclaimed.

“I made drawings of you for the art exhibition,” he reminded you. “I haven’t been able to draw anything else for seven months. And I draw a lot, so the sketchbooks just started piling up. Plus my iPad,” catching the delighted glint in your eyes, Kevin cut himself off. “You know what, we don’t have to talk about my iPad.”

You smiled, flattered that Kevin had been so inspired by you. “Well, thank you. For filling sketchbooks and iPads and whatever other mediums with drawings of me. You made me feel seen for the first time in a really long time, and I appreciate it,” you acknowledged his efforts. “Is this why everyone acts so weird when we’re together?” you put the pieces together.

“What are you talking about?” Kevin asked, dreading your answer.

“Eric practically skips over to me whenever he sees me now, asking about you and all kinds of other things. Jacob is a lot more subtle, but he looks at me like a proud dad sometimes,” you explained.

Kevin rested his palm against his forehead. “Why are they so obvious?”

“The real question is: Why was Juyeon the least obvious,” you retorted.

“I think he just wanted us both to figure things out in our own time,” Kevin mused, earning a hum and a nod in agreement from you.

“Hey Y/n,” Younghoon poked his head around the corner. “We’re getting ready for rehearsals. Are you going to be done in time to change?” he asked, eyes flitting between you and Kevin.

“Yeah, I’m good to start getting ready. Thanks Younghoon,” you agreed, grateful that your friend wasn’t making a big deal out of what he might have overheard. Younghoon nodded, disappearing with a wink to get himself ready. “Well, that’s my cue,” you trailed off, motioning to the backstage area where you had to get changed for your last dress rehearsal.

Kevin nodded, slightly upset that your conversation didn’t come to a closure yet. “Okay,” he replied. “I guess I’ll see you around?”

You agreed with him, grabbing your bag from where you dropped it on the floor and making your way to the changing rooms. Before you opened the door, you turned back to face Kevin, who had been watching you leave. “I came to your exhibition, so you have to come to opening night,” you reminded him of the agreement the two of you made.

“I’ll be there,” Kevin assured you, taking it as a sign that the two of you could still – at the very least – be friends.

“Good,” you smiled. “And after opening night, we have a few days off so I would definitely be available, say, Wednesday?” you informed him, hoping he’d get the idea.

Kevin brightened up, his posture straightening suddenly. “Oh?” he stammered. “Would you maybe want to get dinner on Wednesday?” he offered. “Like, a date?”

You grinned, your eye dropping into a wink. “What an excellent idea,” you told him. “By the way, don’t bother asking the boys about what I like, they’re completely clueless. My favourite flowers are peonies.”

“Peonies,” Kevin repeated, accompanied by a nod. “Any preferred colour?” he asked, giddy with excitement at the outcome your confrontation had.

You shrugged. “Surprise me.”

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babybluebex · 3 years

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Hi, i was wondering if you could write something where Sebastian Stan is a dad to a little boy and the one who always reads to him before bed, but one night Seb is very tired after shooting, and reader is the one putting him to bed, but the little one refuses to go to sleep until Seb reads to him.

Sorry for my bad Engish, it's not my first languaje. Also, if you don't want to write this I totally understand. 🥰

no! i love the idea!! i tweaked it a bit to fit an idea i was already writing, so i hope you liked what i did with it :) and ur english is perfect my love

goodnight, sleep tight [sebastian stan x reader]

➽ pairing: dad!sebastian stan x fem!reader( y/n) ➽ word count: 2.2k ➽ summary: see above! ➽ warnings: mentions of postpartum depression, angst ➽ a/n: the image of seb in bucky’s costume, getting a little baby to fall asleep makes me go uwu

“Are you guys coming to set today?” Sebastian asked, pressing a kiss to my head.

“I’ll see if Andy wants to,” I mumbled with a yawn. My husband’s call time was six AM, which was so much earlier than I ever wanted to be awake, so he usually woke me up with a goodbye kiss. “I think we can manage it, though.”

“Ah, well,” Sebastian shrugged. “He’s barely a year old. I think he’ll like it.”

“But he’s also your son,” I countered.

“What does that mean?” Sebastian asked. Even in the dark of the room, I could see the happy glint in his blue eyes.

“He’s stubborn,” I said. “Won’t do anything if he doesn’t want to.”

“That’s not a ‘me’ thing,” Sebastian told me. “That’s a Romanian thing. We’re stubborn people.”

“Regardless,” I sighed. “I think he might be scared of the costume. The mask and the arm and all; it might be a bit much.”

“He’ll be able to tell it’s me,” Sebastian said. “Kids are like dogs, they can recognize people by smell. Right?”

“Maybe your smell,” I chuckled, my throat dry from the night of sleep. “Mr. Bucket-Of-KY-Jelly.”

“That was uncalled for,” Sebastian chuckled. He leaned over the bed, bracing his left hand next to me head, and I turned to fully look at him. “I smell great.”

“When you shower, you do,” I said, scrunching my nose, and Sebastian laughed deep in his chest. He leaned down and brushed his lips against mine, giving me the gentlest of kisses. Sebastian wasn’t usually a gentle creature-- his kisses usually left me with bruised and puffy lips or marks littering my neck and breasts-- but, in the morning, he was so soft and sweet.

“We’ll continue this later,” Sebastian said. His long hair fell into his face, and I tenderly pushed it behind his ear. Adjusting to the new everything that Seb required for this film was an experience; the long hair, the stubble, and the weight training was grueling for all three of us, especially little Andrei. He missed his daddy dearly, but Sebastian always made up for lost time with nightly tummy-time and stories. Andrei James Stan had loved his dad since before he was born-- the little bastard always kicked up a storm when Sebastian rubbed my belly or talked to me-- and, when he was gone filming something for a long time, Andy got a little upset and overly clingy. Call it separation anxiety or just plain missing his daddy, but Sebastian always made it up to Andy with a special Daddy/Andy night (which also gave me the opportunity to be by myself for a while).

“I hope not too much later,” I whispered, pulling him down to kiss me again. “I miss you, Seb.”

“I know, baby,” Sebastian whispered as he pressed his forehead to mine. “I miss you too. Maybe we can get a babysitter or something on Sunday.”

“Great idea,” I said. “Now, you gotta go or you’ll be late.”

“Ugh,” Sebastian groaned.

“Go!” I giggled. “My big super-soldier. You gotta show everyone what you’re made of.”

Just as I spoke, from across the room, Andy made a squealing noise in his crib. The trailer we were living in while Sebastian shot Winter Soldier was a bit small, but it worked perfectly. “Oh, really?” Sebastian said, turning his head to look at Andy. “And what do you think I’m made of, mister?”

Sebastian moved to his crib as I turned on the lamp, and I watched Sebastian, all muscles and beard and long hair, reach into the crib and pull his infant son into his arms. Andy was born premature, so he was still pretty small, and it made my heart melt. His fluffy hair was in-between a blond and a brown, sorta like how Sebastian’s hair was when he was little, and he had the most beautiful blue eyes. “Really?” Sebastian playfully grimaced, nuzzling his nose against Andy’s. “I think you’re made of yogurt and farts, young man.”

“Seb!” I snorted. “Don’t say that to him!”

“He is, though!” Sebastian laughed, Andy’s little fist tightening around a lock of his hair. “I don’t see you denying it.”

“Don’t say our son’s made of farts,” I protested, getting out of bed. “He’s made of wonderful things, like love and kindness--”

“And yogurt,” Sebastian added.

“And yogurt,” I acquiesced. Andy did eat a lot of yogurt. “Speaking of, is the little monster hungry? Is that why you’re up so early?”

Andy nodded, patting his tummy, and Sebastian gave him to me. “Have a good day today, babies,” Sebastian told me, kissing my forehead, then brushing Andy’s hair back and kissing his soft head. “Just text me when you’re coming by.”

“Sure thing.”

“This is Sebastian’s baby?”

Scarlet held Andy in a tender embrace, gazing at him with surprise. She was looking at him with a look of wonderment, like she couldn’t believe that Sebastian of all people could be capable of producing another human being. Nobody on the cast had properly met Andy yet, hence why Andy and I visiting set was such a big deal. “Looks just like him,” she added.

“Acts like him too,” I chuckled. “Stubborn as hell and eats everything in sight.”

“Damn, this really is his kid,” Scarlet laughed, and Andy thumped his head down onto her shoulder. “He’s so sweet.”

Andy smiled at Scarlet and gave a happy squeal, and Scarlet turned to face me. “Who’s that?” She asked in a gentle voice, and Andy’s smile turned to me.

“Mama!” He exclaimed, reaching for me, and Scarlet and I laughed.

“Smart as hell,” Scarlet added.

“That comes from me,” I chuckled. Andy took a fistful of my shirt and started to chew on the fabric, but I was used to it. He was teething and chewed on everything; most of my shirts were a little frayed from him.

“Mean,” said Sebastian from behind me, and I turned and gave a gasp of surprise. I hadn’t ever seen him in full costume before, and it was a shock at first. A leather vest and tight dark jeans, tactical gear everywhere, and a dark mask obscuring the bottom half of his face. And, of course, covering his left arm, a cast-like structure that looked like silver metal with a red star on his shoulder. The arm was covered in little orange dots-- I’m assuming to assist in mo-cap during editing-- and he wore a leather glove on his left hand.

“Jesus God,” I laughed. “Scared the hell outta me. You look good, babes.”

“I know,” Sebastian told me, and I knew that he was smirking at me under the mask. “You look beautiful too.”

“Not really,” I said. “I’m not even wearing makeup.”

“Still beautiful,” he said, and he reached up and tugged the mask off. He leaned down and, cradling my cheek in his gloved hand, gently kissed my lips. “And the little rascal?”

“Mm,” I hummed, breaking the kiss. “He’s sleepy. Getting cranky and all.”

“Has he eaten?”

“Just did,” I told him. “Before you ask, yes, it was yogurt. But I also gave him some of those blueberry puffy crackers.”

“Did you save any for me?” Sebastian asked, his eyebrows raising.

“In my pocket,” I replied. Sebastian and I had quickly discovered that certain baby foods were delicious, especially the fruit-flavored puffy crackers that Andy favored, and I always ended up bringing some with me wherever I went.

“I know that you’re not eating baby food,” Scarlet laughed as Sebastian reached into my pocket and extracted the plastic bag of star-shaped crackers.

“They’re good as hell,” Sebastian said, popping a handful into his mouth. “Want one?”

“I’ll pass,” Scarlet laughed.

“Ask Mackie, I’m sure he’ll tell you the same,” Sebastian said. Then, he turned his attention back to me. “I could read him a quick story to get him down, if you want.”

I shrugged. “If you really want to,” I said.

“Alright, stinker,” Sebastian said, exchanging the crackers for Andy. “Did you bring a book?”

“Shit, no,” I mumbled.

“Shit!”

“Oh, c’mon, man,” I sighed as Scarlet laughed. I frequently forgot that Andy was at the stage where he was repeating things that he heard, and usually Sebastian and I were good about not cussing, because Andy would repeat it for the rest of time. “Don’t expose me like this.”

“I can come up with a story,” Sebastian said through stifled laughter. “Let’s find a place to get comfy, huh, mister? A nice chair, maybe? I bet Uncle Chris has a really nice chair we can settle in…”

As he walked away, I felt a presence behind me. I had briefly met Chris at the First Avenger premiere a few years ago, when Sebastian and I weren’t even properly dating yet, but Sebastian and I had eloped, hence no wedding to see him at. “Hey, Evans,” I said and gave him a quick fist bump.

“Where’re they going?” Chris asked, munching at an orange.

“To steal your chair in the shade,” I said. “Andy’s getting sleepy and only sleeps when Seb reads him a story.”

“Cute,” Chris said. “Ya know, Sebastian never shuts up about the two of you.”

“Really?” I asked. “Like, what does he say?”

“Just little stories,” Chris said. “Something you said, or something Andy did. Or just the quick little ‘we had this for dinner’ or ‘we watched this movie last night’. He adores you two.”

“That’s nice,” I said softly. “I always worry if he’s getting sick of having these two lives. It must be a lot for him.”

“I can’t read minds,” Chris said. “But I don’t think he could ever get sick of you.”

I nodded slowly. “I was diagnosed with postpartum depression after Andy was born,” I started quietly. “I was so anxious that I wasn’t sleeping, I couldn’t stop crying, I… I even thought about packing a bag and leaving and not coming back. It was so fucking hard, and I thought for sure that Sebastian would ask for a divorce or something. I guess I’m still a little worried about that. But that’s… That’s really helpful, Chris. Thanks.”

I tried to contain my tears, but Chris must have seen through my crumbling facade, because he wrapped me in a tight hug. “You’re so strong, Y/N,” he whispered. “Know that I’m proud of you, and Scar, and Mackie, and all of us, but especially Sebastian. Man, he fucking loves you so much. There’s nothing that you could do that would make him hate you or want to divorce you. I don’t know much about your relationship, but I know that.”

I was glad I wasn’t wearing makeup, because I knew that it would be smeared across my cheeks by now. It was one thing to hear it from Sebastian, but from an outsider like Chris, it meant the world. “Thanks,” I whispered. “That means so fucking much.”

“And, hey, I kinda know how it goes with a baby,” Chris began. “My sisters have kids, and I’ve played babysitter plenty of times. And I’d say I’m pretty good at it. No complaints so far. So, if you ever need a babysitter to get a break for a night, I’d love to help.”

“That would be so nice,” I sighed into his shoulder. “Not to be TMI…” I paused to let him stop me, but his hand comfortingly ran up my back. “It’s been a while since it was just… Me and Seb, ya know what I mean?”

“I do,” Chris said. “You have my number.”

I nodded and detached myself from Chris, and I chuckled as I wiped my face dry. “I’m gonna go find my boys,” I said. “Thanks for that, man.”

“Anytime, Mrs. Stan,” Chris said with a smile.

It wasn’t hard to find Sebastian and Andrei. They were settled in a canvas chair under a tarp shade, with Andy’s little head resting on his shoulder. He seemed like he was already out like a light. “... So Steve is like ‘Bucky?’ and Bucky looks at his friend and he says ‘Who the hell is Bucky?’, which is not that good. Because Bucky should know who Steve is, right?”

“Are you telling him spoilers for the movie?” I asked, putting my hand on Sebastian’s shoulder.

“It’s the only story I could come up with on the spot,” Sebastian said. “But he seems to like it… Or not like it. Does it mean he thinks it’s boring if he falls asleep during it?”

“I think it means that he loves you,” I said. “And he finds comfort in you, even when you look like that.”

“Look like what?” Sebastian asked. When I didn’t answer and only gave him a playful smile, he said, “When I look like what, Y/N Stan?”

“So different than usual,” I offered with a shrug, and Sebastian rolled his eyes.

“You’ll pay for that,” he told me, patting Andy’s back gently. “What were you talking to Chris about?”

“He was just telling me some nice things,” I said simply. “About how you’re always talking about me and Andy. And he said that he’d babysit whenever we need him to.”

“Hmm,” Sebastian hummed softly. “Sounds promising. I really miss you, baby.”

“I miss you too,” I told him. “Now, my love, you have work. Be good and kill Chris for me.”

“Anything for you, my baby.”

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mamabearcat · 4 years

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Cam you tease me?

Kagome sighed in relief as she kicked off her high heels, uncaring of where they landed, wobbling slightly as she shut the door to her apartment behind her. She dropped her purse on the kitchen table with a thud, grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and padded into her tiny study, sinking back into the office chair so she could rub the aching soles of her stockinged feet. Black six inch stilettos definitely made the outfit she’d worn to the Halloween masquerade party at her office, but they weren’t particularly comfy. She guessed they were called killer heels for a reason.

It had been a wild night. Kouga had gone all out with Halloween themed decorations and a karaoke machine. The buffet table had been overflowing with snacks and booze, and by the end of the night, everyone was a little worse for wear. Last time she saw them, Kouga and Ayame had been kissing passionately in the corner near the office photocopier, wrapped around each other so tightly it was hard to see where one body began and the other ended. About time really; their constant flirting around the office had pretty much told everyone a relationship between the two was a forgone conclusion.

Even though it had been fun, when the boys from the mail room started drunkenly singing Sweet Caroline at the tops of their voices, she’d decided it was time to go, calling an uber because she was still feeling a little too tipsy to take the train. Perhaps she’d over indulged a teensy bit. Kouga had put Ayame in charge of the catering, and the woman had excellent taste in champagne – who was she to turn down free glasses of top quality bubbles? She’d had fun dancing and singing along with everyone, pleased to see everyone drop their usual business façade and let their hair down. She just wished Inuyasha had been there with her to enjoy it too.

She’d kept her outfit a secret from him, wanting to see his surprised expression when he saw her ‘kitten’ themed costume. She’d picked it to suit his taste, planning to tease him all night by wearing a red corset top, short red ruffled skirt and thigh high stockings decorated with little kitten paws. The big red satin bow around her neck and the kitten mask and ears were the finishing touch. She knew his taste by now, and was sure he’d be salivating over her by the end of the evening.

He’d kept his costume under wraps too, and she’d been eager to see what he’d chosen, knowing he’d look sinfully hot in whatever it was. But then he’d texted her late this afternoon, just as she was getting ready. They’d asked him to stay back late to cover someone else’s shift at the hospital, and he said he probably wouldn’t be home until just before midnight. She’d understood, his role as an LPN at a busy hospital definitely took precedent over an office party. His caring nature was one of the things she loved most about him. But she hadn’t been able to totally hide her disappointment from him – they’d been planning to go together for nearly a month.

Kagome yawned and stretched as she looked around her little study. This was the last room she needed to pack up, because by the end of the weekend, she’d be handing in her keys and moving in full time with Inuyasha. The rest of her apartment was filled with packing boxes and she’d already sold her sofa and bedroom furniture on ebay. He’d got rid of quite a few things too, seeing they were combining their possessions into his apartment. Their apartment. She couldn’t wait.

It had been an amazing month. Finally realising that her long time real life crush Inuyasha and the cam boy ‘Sha’ she’d been lusting after where one and the same - what were the odds? The universe really worked in mysterious ways. She was just so happy they were together now, becoming closer every day, finally able to share intimate details about their past and dreams of the future.

She glanced at the clock on her bookshelf, noticing it was nearly midnight now. Inuyasha had already given her a set of keys to his apartment. She wondered if she should just head straight up there – he was bound to be tired after being at work all day, and could probably do with a little pampering. Maybe she could have some ramen ready for him for when he got home - he was often hungry after a long shift. Or perhaps give him a massage, ease all the tension he tended to carry in those strong shoulders of his after helping lift and care for patients all day.

She wiggled her hips on the chair, a slow smile creeping across her face. Perhaps if he wasn’t too tired, she could give him a naughty ‘show’ while she was still wearing her Halloween costume. She really had wanted to tease him. She grinned at the thought of how he’d growl in appreciation when he saw what she had on under the corset top and skirt. It wasn’t only the outside layer that she’d bought thinking of him.

She’d just about made up her mind to leave when her phone chimed, letting her know she had a message. From Inuyasha.

Not sure exactly what he wanted, Kagome flipped up her laptop and logged in, and saw a request from him to Skype chat. She clicked on it straight away, and there he was, wearing that cocky fanged grin that got her hot and bothered without him even trying. He was obviously wearing his own costume, and damn did he look good.

“Inuyasha?”

He leaned back in the chair, spreading his legs wide as he grinned at her, and she couldn’t help the little whimper that escaped. The black fitted pants and shirt with red piping did nothing to hide his muscular physique. He was wearing a mask too, which gave him a rascally, slightly dangerous look. And was that a dog collar?!

“Look at you babydoll”, he practically purred. “What a pretty kitty - I love the costume!”

Kagome leaned back in the chair, propping one stockinged foot up on the seat, toying with the satin ribbon around her neck.

“You look good too Inuyasha”, she smiled. “I wish you could have been at the party.” She dropped her voice to a low sensual purr. “It wasn’t as much fun without you.” She didn’t miss the appreciative rumble as he looked her up and down, and she bit her bottom lip in anticipation, wondering what he had planned.

“I was thinkin’ kitten, that with you movin’ up here, we wouldn’t be needin’ to talk on cam like this anymore. Whaddya say we do it one more time, for old times sake?”

Kagome thought back to that first time, when she’d known him as Sha, when she’d practically slid off her seat with what he’d been able to do to her with just his sinful voice and the tantalising view of him on camera as he put on a ‘show’ for her.

“What do you have in mind?” she asked coyly.

“A strip game. We’ll take turns taking off an article of clothing. You up for it?”

“I’m pretty sure I could handle that”, she purred. He arched a dark eyebrow at her, his amber eyes taking on an predatory gleam.

“Ready to play kitten?”

“As if you had to ask, puppy.”

So, if it wasn’t blatantly obvious, @clearwillow has another game ready for us, scheduled to start Sunday at 5pm EST. You can find out more about the game before it begins here. And I couldn’t resist creating a little teaser to set the scene, with @keichanz blessing of course, because Cam Inu is her puppy. Cam you see me? If you play along, you’ll get to see a lot more.

#inuyasha reblog game

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bakerstreethound · 4 years

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Narrow Way

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x ex!reader

Warnings: swearing, heavy angst, mentions of a gun/gunshots, emotional outbursts, and threats.

Summary: reader comes back hoping to make resolutions with her ex husband but not all ends up as how it seems.

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound

Word Count: 1,785 (excluding lyrics)

A/N: this fic is based on the song Bless the Broken Road by Rascal Flatts *gif is not mine*

I set out on a narrow way many years ago hoping I would find true love along the broken road. But I got lost a time or two, wiped my brow and kept pushing through. I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you.

You never expected to be standing at his door ever again, let alone it being in the hot muggy streets of London which you had grown to abhor. It wasn’t like you had missed any of this, rather the man who had so blatantly broke your heart and you were sure that any heart he had left was shattered into a million pieces.

No one answered the door, for it was well past midnight and from your calculations close to one in the morning. You smirked to yourself, pulling out the spare key you had made just a few days before you had left him for good. You felt your heart twinge as you turned the key, the familiar click of the door opening. It didn't creak but you shut it quickly, wanting to be sure it wouldn’t slam. The blasted wind could be heard miles down the streets, but you hoped it wouldn’t be that way tonight. The light to Mrs. Hudson’s flat was shut signaling she was either out for the evening or tucked away into bed, possibly dreaming about a clean wall or any of Sherlock’s antics.

That every long lost dream lead me to where you are. Others who broke my heart, they were like northern stars, pointing me on my way into your loving arms.

You didn’t want to waste a moment, creeping up the stairs lightly, for you had an inkling Sherlock would be up late for a case. You had seen John walking out of the flat, texting what you could only assume was yet another woman for him to shag. That would surely keep him busy for a while.

Your suspicions were proven correct. Light filtered in through the bottom of the door, the light of the hallway illuminating my path. You now stood before the door, stomach coiling. You can do this, there’s nothing to fear. Just tell him already, it’s not like it was the most difficult time in the world for you.

This much I know is true. That God blessed the broken road. That led me straight to you. Yes it did.

“You’re late,” an all too familiar baritone grumbled right as you turned the doorknob. You barely, just barely even flinched, your heart thrumming. Damn it’s two words get a grip. He thinks it’s John.

“Well if you ever got out of this rotting place you would realize the weather was tolerable today.”

Before you slammed the door, the figure in the leather chair six feet away jolted awake, clothed in a loose shirt and violet robe. He leaped from the chair, snarling as he spun around, a black flash of metal flashing before your eyes sparks colliding with the wall with a boom. Two more followed in their wake, shaking the room. You fought the urge to roll your eyes knowing you would be met with some sort of childish behavior.

“What the fuck are you doing here? I made it quite clear…”

“I don’t care this was my flat too you know. You were the one who made our dynamic difficult. Damn you, Holmes,” you rolled your eyes, exasperated.

“I’m not the one showing up to my ex's house at one in the morning.”

Your gaze softened, though your heart wrenched at the broken man before you. Only then did you realize his violin haphazardly scattered across the floor, shattered to bits.

I think about the years I spent just passing through. I'd like to have the time I lost and give it back to you.

“Sherlock, you must know.”

“I don’t want to hear it. You should leave.”

You swallowed a sign of frustration.“No. I can’t the way we left things...”

“You should’ve thought about that before you joined the fucking network. “

“I’m not the only one who has been crying bloody tears of joy. It tore me apart, but I was led back to you, Sherlock. A man with half a heart as decent as yours would see the wreck we are apart. I had to walk away. Hell, I wasn’t even given a choice,” you seethed, his chest was pressed close to yours now, both of you merely inches apart. “You know how we were: young, impulsive, inexperienced.”

He sighed heavily, not glancing back as he tossed the gun behind him. It landed with a thud before he continued. “Then Moriarty came and took you away.”

“You know it was Irene I was affiliated with, right? She manipulated me into accepting that goddamned deal. You know how he is. I couldn’t back out or he wouldn’t have hesitated to blow your brains out and I couldn’t let it happen. Can you get that through your thick skull? Or do I need to take a hard drive and shove it up your ass?”

“So you left without a word.”

“I didn’t think you cared. What, should I be flattered you care for me now after all these years?”

But you just smile and take my hand. You've been there you understand. It's all part of a grander plan that is coming true.

“Shut up. Will you please just listen!” his agitated voice caught you off guard, so did the hands he brought up cupping your face, fingertips dusted still from gun residue. “I do care for you and I did everything, everything in my power to find you. Mycroft failed, I failed, even John. He was anxious and you sure as hell don’t want to know how much it broke Mrs. Husdson’s heart. Don’t tell me I don’t care because I’m the ‘Great Detective Sherlock Holmes!’ I tried to forget, hell, I even feel compelled to forgive you, but why should I bother? What’s past is past. I filed the death certificate months ago.”

“Sherlock…” you pulled away, his hands breaking from your face, now thrown up in exasperation.

“You dare speak to me, you bust in my flat after everything. Everything I did led me back to you, no matter how hard I tried, I always ended up coming back to you. It’s been two years wasting away this brain trying to find you until I realized, hell you’re not worth it. None of this effort is worth it. You would be better off dead in the streets, another unsavory bound to die in the long run.”

My eyes glistened with tears. “Sherlock,” you choked, the weight of his words bringing you to your knees in a mixture of frustration and grief.

Every long lost dream led me to where you are and others who broke my heart they were like northern stars.

His looming form towered above you, face contorting into a snarl. “You don’t matter to me anymore. Just leave. You’re a waste of breath,” he pointed to the door. He couldn’t bear to look at your disheveled formal, your face dripping with freshly fallen tears.

You looked up at the man you once knew and thought you loved, breath shaking as you finally caught your bearings, yet you remained on the floor. “There are days I pretend I’m okay too. I don’t know why I’m telling you this but it’s tearing me apart seeing you this way. I will always love you. I know I made a choice I will forever regret.”

“I told you to get lost.” He made no effort to help you as you drag yourself off your knees, fighting the idea in your mind to shove him down the stairs.

Pointing me on my way into your loving arms. This much I know it's true.

“Fine alright I get it. You don’t care and what you may have felt all those years ago has faded, but just so you know I do care and I at least put forth the effort. Don’t you dare come back to me saying I did nothing. I know you, Sherlock. You’re addicted to me and will always come back, but don’t you ever blame me for something I had no control over.”

He brought his hands to his hair, ruffling it before plopping into his chair, his face stoic, emotionless. “I won't, I can assure you that.”

“Hopefully in that heart of yours you’ll find room to forgive, but this time forget the whole damn thing. Sorry for taking up so much of your precious time. I’ve got a train to catch.” Without so much as a word of goodbye, you clamored down the stairs of your once beloved flat, slamming the door behind you with such force one could assume an earthquake occurred. You didn’t look back at the place that was once your home, years of memories lost, folded carefully and incinerated in your mind palace.

That God blessed the broken road, that led me straight to you. Yeah.

*6 months later*

The incessant rapping at the door of your flat startled you, almost causing you to drop your cuppa on your newly remodeled kitchen floor. You glanced at your clock which blared red, 4:30 glowing in the dimness of the room.

Who the hell could that be at this time?

You grumbled, not at all pleased to delay your early morning cup before your jog. You gave yourself a once over, resituating your bun to make it more secure and tightened your shorts before fumbling with the doorknob.

“What the..oof” you didn’t have time to register who the hell you collided with, but your stomach fluttered as his eyes snapped onto you. “Sherlock?”

And now I'm just rolling home. Into my lover's arms.

“Yes?” It came more as a question, but you knew he was nervous.

You cast him a pointed look. “Do I need to bother asking why you're here? You have a lot of fucking nerve showing up on my doorstep.”

His words came out in a frenzy before you could shove him away.“I know I’m not the best person, I’ve made terrible choices, but I want to make up for this broken time. I said god awful things I wish I never said. When you showed up I didn’t know what to do because seeing you there,” he reached out to cup your cheek, “seeing you there made me want to do things to you but I couldn’t handle it. I thought I had forgotten about you, shoved you away out of memory, rewriting you in my mind palace. Please I know you still feel it too, but I don’t think I can live without you. Everything came back to you. I understand if you believe it’s not worth it..”

This much I know is true.

You brought a finger to his lips, silencing his babbling.

“Sherlock, I’ve dealt with Moriarty for two years. I’m sure you won’t be that bad and considering I’ve been in love with you still, I can find it in this broken one of mine to love you again.”

“Come here,” he held open his arms, guiding both of you inside the flat. As soon as you shut the door, his arms folded around you and you breathed in the scent of tobacco and leather. He smelled like home, not your home but of the old life, you thought you had lost.

“Thank goodness you came back,” a smile crept upon your lips.

“I couldn’t bear the thought of you not in my life any longer.”

That God blessed the broken road. That led me straight to you.

“Well, Mister Holmes, now that you’re here I think I’m going to catch up on my beauty sleep and forfeit the morning jog. Care to join me?” you discarded your cold cuppa, heading toward the hallway to your room.

You could only imagine the sly smirk ghosting his lips. “Of course, Mrs. Holmes. How could I refuse?”

That God blessed the broken road. Ooh, ooh That led me straight to you.

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purplesurveys · 3 years

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1146

survey by ehxsnohs

Do you remember the last movie you saw while on a date? Knives Out. I wouldn’t call it a date, though; my girlfriend at the time and I just made a super last-minute decision to watch the movie on a whim, met up at the mall like 5 minutes after deciding, and immediately parted ways after watching it, lmao. There was a typhoon at the time and classes were actually suspended that day because the weather was supposed to be really bad, so we had to make it quick.

Have you ever dated anyone on your top friends? Irrelevant Myspace question but I’ve dated neither of my best friends.

How many purses do you own? Just one and I don’t even use it anymore. I have no idea where it is, actually.

Do you expect to be married in the next two years? Hell no.

What would you do if you found out you were pregnant? Idk. I hate getting this question...

Could you handle being married to the last person you texted? Unsurprisingly, it’s another media person that I contact exclusively for work, so no. I don’t even know her, and I am 130% sure she’s married.

What are you excited for? The rest of my weekend.

What's the last thing you put in your mouth? My vape pen, to take a puff.

Have you told anybody you loved them today? I think just my dogs so far, but then again it’s 8 in the morning.

Did you sleep alone last night? Yes but Kimi stayed close as he always likes to do. Sweet boy’s almost going blind but always seems to know where I am and will do anything to be physically close to me.

Do you currently have a hickey? No.

Have you hugged or kissed anybody today? I mean, I did briefly take out Cooper to sit with him on our accent chair at like 4 AM earlier for a hugging sesh, if that counts. I don’t expect to do so with people today.

Who was the last person you took a picture with? We held a virtual event over Zoom last week for one of our clients and we snapped a group shot with the participants by the end of the session, which included the media and some local influencers.

Who was the first person you texted this morning? Funny that you asked this because I literally just got a text from one of the bloggers I emailed yesterday to invite for a PR execution we’re doing with another client. They just confirmed that they’re happy to join, so I’ll have to reply. Normally I would hate doing weekend work, but food bloggers are generally sweethearts so I’ll be happy not to ignore their text. I’ll respond right now, haha.

Who will you be sleeping with tonight? Just me.

What time did you go to sleep last night? I finally felt like passing out at around 4:30 AM earlier.

Are you listening to it right now? To what? I can only hear loud welding noises from the construction being done outside.

What kind of cell phone do you have? I have an iPhone 8 that I also really want to upgrade already.

Do your parents pay for it? They paid for it. Having free tuition in college really had its perks lmao; I’m their only kid they didn’t hesitate to buy a new phone for hahahaha.

Would you rather pierce your tongue or lip? My lip.

How old will you be on your next birthday? 23.

What color is your iPod? I don’t use mine anymore but the one I grew up with was blue.

Shuffle Your iPod And List The First 5 Songs: I’m shuffling my Spotify instead based on the last song I played:

1. free love - HONNE

2. La La Lost You - NIKI

3. Headaches - Raveena

4. At My Worst - Pink Sweat$

5. Mariposa - Peach Tree Rascals

Turns out they turned on the Radio feature because I can only recognize the first two songs.

Favorite thing to get at McDonalds? Shake Shake Fries. I also used to get the Burger McDo because it's their cheapest burger and yet, personally for me, the best-tasting; but now that I can afford their more expensive items I’ll probably keep getting McNuggets from now on, hah. McSpicy is a gift from the gods as well but it’s only seasonal, and it’s been a while since they brought it back :(

Have You Kissed You Number One? -

Where was the last public bathroom you used located? As in bathroom and not restroom? Probably the shower area in the Nasugbu resort my friends and I went to in 2019.

If you're on a laptop, how much charge does it have left? It’s currently connected to power so it’s at 100%.

Do you think baby clothes are adorable? Some of them are cheeky, yeah.

Are you a dog or cat person? Dog.

When were you born? (morning, afternoon, etc) 9 in the evening.

4 websites you recently visited...

1. Gmail, to answer an email.

2. Google Sheets because I needed to check on something to be able to answer said email.

3. Google, to look up a term.

4. Twitter.

Do you know anyone named Alex? So many people. It’s a very common name.

Whose house did you last sleep over at? Most likely Gabie’s.

What's the last personal question you were asked? I guess the question I just answered?

Time for the personals :)

Your first time having sex how old were you? I had just turned 18.

Top or Bottom? Bottom.

Ever had a one night stand? No, and I wouldn’t have one.

Ever gave/had a bj? I mean, I’ve done both but with a girl, and we don’t exactly call them blowjobs...

Watch porn? Occasionally.

Prefer a condom? It’s never been applicable to me before so I wouldn’t know my preference on it.

Foreplay? Are you asking if I’ve done it or prefer it? I’ve had it before, of course; but I don’t necessarily prefer it all the time.

Orgies? Threesomes? Etc.? Never done anything beyond intercourse with one person.

Would you ever record you having sex? I’m open. Unless it was done without one person’s consent, this really shouldn’t be an issue.

Ok moving on..

Do you prefer coffee or energy drinks? Coffee. Energy drinks smell nastily sweet and I can’t imagine liking the taste of it as well.

If you could adopt 3 unique pets, what would you get? I just want dogs.

Do you believe in sex before marriage? Yes.

Where did you buy the shirt your wearing? I just got it from my old school.

Last place you went in the car? Feliz.

What grade are you in, if you're still in school? -

#survey #surveys

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the-a-j-universe · 3 years

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Alright, cool. I finally have a guaranteed length of time that should be long enough to go through all of these, so let’s do this. I know the plan was to have me address each ask one at a time but that didn’t work out lol so I’m just doing it all at once. I’m also turning it into a post so anyone who wants to can follow along with my journey.

I’m also gonna copy/paste the text of the other asks instead of screen capping them because copy/pasting is faster lol.

I’m gonna put a pic of each one here, give my thoughts, maybe a goofy rating (I dunno), and then pick my favorite. Just so y’all know.

* Tanawy's entry n.1 in the Dragon Quest monster showcase: the all-time classic Slime. When asked to design the Slime like the standard goop monster they usually were, Toriyama said "no" and a legend was born, now cute slimes are more popular than the disgusting goop depiction. Its cousins and variants are numerous and some are very different from one another so as a bonus here the criminally underutilized Mottle Slime and its evolution the Mottle King Slime.

See, I don’t even need to look this one up. Here it is:

But let’s be real, you guys didn’t need to see an image of this dude either. I love this thing. I never went through a period where I thought of the grosser oldschool slimes. This thing has always been what’s come to my mind when I here the word in an RPG context. Which, considering my zero experience with DQ, really speaks to this thing’s popularity. I am actually going to remove this one from consideration, though, for that reason. I just have too much of a bias towards it. I know it too well, and all variations seem to be equally great. It’s a 10/10, though. Truly iconic.

Get the rest after the cut!

* Tanawy's entry n.2: Originally a boss monster, here is the Golem. While not the sharpest tool in the shed, these brick-made guys can be quite loyal, with a child-like personality, downright adorable (I will never forget you Goldirox) but their strenght in battle must not be underestimated. And since St. Valentinus is around the corner here a Chocolate Golem variant as a gift. Friendship chocolate mind you, from a dude to another 😄

I like this guy. He reminds me of a couple oldschool Yugioh cards. They’re all bad cards, but I’m nostalgic for them so that help’s this guy’s chances. I don’t know that I buy him as a threatening boss, though. He seems more like he’d be your big stone pal.

The chocolate variant is absolutely adorable.

8.5/10 overall for both.

* Tanawy's entry n.3: Here are two members of the Machine Family, first the Killing Machine. These relentless hunters are merciless and they are constantly upgrading, so models with different modifications are plenty. They even come with garden sprinkles. Then there is the Mecha-mynah, who puts a different spin on the mechanical Cuckoo-bird motif. Careful these guys have razor-sharp wings and they selfdestruct when cornered.

Alright, not so much for the second one, but the Killing Machine also reminds me of, like, a half dozen Yugioh monsters. Did Kazuki Takahashi just like ripping this franchise off or something? Either way, these are both good designs, but they don’t really work for me that much. They’re a little...plain? I guess? I guess I like my machine creatures rougher and with more detail. 7/10.

* Tanawy's entry n.4: Next are my deepest fears (exaggeration) if they were real; the Waspion, half wasp half scorpion, and the Claw Hammer, Half hammerhead shark half metal scolopendra, all nightmare. Continuing with the caravan of creepiness, here is the Bona Constrictor, just get it away from me. This next one, when i saw it for the first time i yelled "WTF is That?!" here is the Ulcer, a walking awful pile of rotting flesh.

I am NOT a fan of the Ulcer. That thing’s ugly, and not even in a fun way. 0/10.

I like these other guys, though:

The Waspion is literally just Gligar from Pokemon, but aside from that I like animal/creature mash-ups. And the Claw Hammer is a pretty unique one. 9/10 for the whole lot.

* Tanawy's entry n.5: Beef or chicken? Why choose when you can have both? Here is a heavyweight of the Bird Family the taurine Bullfinch. But dont forget your vegetables, or else they might turn into these Plant family monsters, the eggplant Woebergine, the bellpeppers Capsichum and the cucumber Cruelcumber. Also, meet the Peahooter, these guys pelts their targets with arrows taking advantage of their higher ground.

Okay, we’ve got another mash-up creature here in the form of the Bullfinch, but I’m not feeling this one as much. It’s worth, like, a 6.5/10, maybe. The Woebergine and the Peahooter are both pretty interesting. The Peahooter is kinda cute in a weird way and the Woebergine is delightfully derpy. They both deserve approaching an 8/10. I’m not really feeling the Capsichum at all though. They get a 5 or a 6/10.

* Tanawy's entry n.6: Who doesn't like a good dog? Well maybe not these guys from the Beast family: the Chainine who will ensnare their preys with their collars, the Putrefido, who is no longer alive, the Abracadabrador, who will eat your bones, the Crocodog, a levitating (yes this thing floats in the air) dog-crocodile hybrid and finally the Jackal Ripper (long lost relative of Wolverine or just imitator? More at 11 on the news)

Hey now. That’s not really fair to the other entries. Every one of these dudes:

Is a very GOOD BOI. I think I like the Abracadabrador the least. He’s a little too un-dog-like compared to the others. 6.5/10. The Chainine and the Putrfido are both the perfect blend of cute and weird. I like them a lot. They get 7.5/10. Jackal Ripper is a badass 8/10. He’d be cooler if he was wearing jeans. I LOVE the Crocodog, though. 10/10. Perfect. He just looks like a friend, but he also looks like he could kill my enemies. Which is what I like in a monster.

* Tanawy's entry n.7: Here is a taste of Japan with the Boppin’ badger, the most Tanuki-like monster you will ever meet; Then these guys don't need consent to give everyone within their reach a smooch, here is the Lips. Also, beware of these horses of the underworld, the Equinox where they probably hangout with these other lovely fellows, the Hellspawn. Speaking of which here is the demon Teeny Sanguini. Cute eh? Not when it evolves in the Bloody Manguini. Thankfully not everyone of them does that.

Okay, you can’t fool me. That first one is just a regular animal.

Jokes aside, though, I’m not really feeling this bunch unfortunately. The Hellspawn just reminds me too much of mutant can Steven, the Lips is a little boring, and the Equinox, while I like the wordplay in its name, and while it’s cool in principal, is too busy. I’m just not feeling the designs of these guys overall. 4 or 5/10 for the whole lot. Though the Teeny Sanguini is closer to a 5 than a 4.

* Tanawy's entry n.8: There are two species of monsters, the Pips and their cousins the Conks, who constatly imitate the classic classes of the humans, like warriors or priests, but this time the little rascals have gone a little farther and here they are copying the DQ8 4 main heroes in the Trodainian Conklave, the DQ4 heroes in the Zenithian Conklave, the hero of DQ1 and the 3 heroes of DQ2 in the Alefgardian Conklave and the hero of DQ3 with 3 other companions in the Aliahanian Conklave. Cute.

Okay, I love the idea of these things. They’re cute, they fit right in with the general aesthetic of the franchise, and they have a ton of personality. I’m not gonna post pics of all of them because there’re so many, but they deserve ~9/10 collectively. They’re very good.

* Tanawy's entry n.9: Not enough dragons? So here's three: what do you get mixing a T-rex, a dragon and a vicious axeman? An Hacksaurus that's what! Then the Drakulard. Don't be fooled by their mole these portly fellows mean business. Another chubby dragon, the Jargon: dragonic masters of the clay containers, these guys URNed their right to use jar puns and they will make sure you remenber it, even if they have to crack your pot.

Okay now these are more what I was thinking when I heard the title Dragon Quest.

I like the Hacksaurus the best outta them. He just looks nice. They’re all good, though. They fit the art style perfectly, and resemble each other just enough that you buy them all being related creatures. 8/10 overall, though the Hacksaurus is a little above the others, with the Jargon being a barely at the bottom of the barrel. Or the jar I guess.

* Tanawy's entry n.10: The only story entry in this showcase, because just look at him, it's the only DQ big baddie (at least in english) to actually call themselves "the Demon Lord" It's Orgodemir, specifically it's true form which is the first photo you find in the gallery at almost end-page. Let me just tell you this, Orgodemir is a d*ck of the highest level. The brain it's actually an eyelid for a giant eye by the way. Happy Nightmares.

HAHAHAHA. I know there are other forms for this guy, and this is probably not the reaction that anyone who played the game would have, but I just can’t take this guy seriously. He looks like Edward Cullen with bat wings. HAHAHA. 8/10 ‘cause it made me laugh.

* Tanawy's entry n.11: And lastly, in a category i like to call "I can't belive these are real", its the Funky Ferret; yes he and his cousins do exactly what the image shows. And the almost copyright-infinging Owlbear, yes they did not even try to distance themself from D&D with this one (ok they have a variant but is not saying much). There were others in the last category, but since they REALLY did not age gracefully to the modern standards of "acceptable" i prefered not show them.

I love Owlbears, they’re just such iconic fantasy monsters at this point, so he gets a solid 8/10 rating by default. It’s a pretty original take, too, focusing on the cuteness potential of the creature over the badass potential. I like that.

The Funky Ferret, though...

With a name like that this guy coulda been so cool. But he’s just a pretty generic design blended with a fart joke. What a bummer. 3/10.

And there we have it. Probably not exactly what you were thinking but I hope you like it. I don’t hate any of these guys. Some are more boring than others, but there’s something neat about each of them. I like the ones that take badass ideas and make them cute while remaining intimidating best out of all of them, and I think the Crocodog does this best with the Hacksaurus as the runner up. Crocodog is definitely my favorite of these, though. He gets the Best Good Boi award of Bestness.

Orgodemir gets an award, too, though, the “made AJ spit out his rum and Coke laughing” award. It’s not the most coveted, but it’s something.

I know this is a long one, and y’all may not want to reblog, but what do any of my followers think of these funky dudes? Leave a comment on this post or reblog with your answer in the tags!

#long post #my dumb thoughts #dragon quest #monster showcase #trademark

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elseaa · 4 years

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Hi! Here is my first participation in the @hetaliamondaychallenge . I wanted to thank everyone because your art and the interesting themes motivate me to participate ❤️

And btw, this text is inspired by my house

I use human names

Belgium -> Bella

Netherlands -> Abel

Portugal -> João

Luxembourg -> Michael

Enjoy ❤️

Despite that Michael had already opened his eyes, he did not get out of bed directly, enjoying his warm duvets, the song of swallows and other birds but also the sound of the wind crossing the trees until the door of his room opened slowly, Pelze then entered the room, took a little momentum and jumped on the bed to join his master, finally licking his face.

-let me sleep…

Michael turned to his dog to pet his head, she then snuggled against his master, he finally decided to get up a few minutes later, wearing a simple blue t-shirt and pants to head then in the kitchen from which there were very good smells.

-What do you cooking ? He asked.

-Hello Michael ! Exclaimed Bella.

-Good morning, we're making pain perdu. Replied Abel

-Yes, there was old bread a little dry, it's stupid to throw it away when we can make of it our breakfast.

The pain perdu is an easy dish to prepare when you have some old bread so you don't have to throw it away, you only need milk, eggs and a bit of sugar, mix everything and after nothing easier than dipping the bread in the preparation and then baking them either in the pan or in the oven.

-Hello ! It looks good! Have you ever been looking for eggs from our chickens? Asked Micheal.

-Not yet, can you do it please? Bella replied

-I’ll go !

Michael started by opening the fridge’s door, Pelze was standing next to him, he took one of the carrots to give it to his dog who was happy to eat it then, he opened the garden door and changed his slippers to put his crocs, he went to the bottom of the garden and opened the enclosure of their chickens, they have three, two of them have black feathers while the last was ginger. The hens gathered around him, following him with every step he took. He then opened the chicken coop to recover the three eggs they had laid this morning while taking the opportunity to pet them.

-In addition to having free eggs, we have adorable animals, it's happiness.

The hens stopped following him when he came out of the enclosure, it was not small, their hens had a lot of space to wander, at some point, they left it open so that the hens could enjoy the whole garden and even kept them company on their patio.

When Michael arrived on the terrace, breakfast was already on the table with their three plates, pain perdu and hot chocolate for everyone.

-I invited the neighbors, they will come around 14h. Said Bella.

-Great ! We should fix the old table before they get to put our plants on it. Abel offered.

-That would be nice, I still have to buy basil, we only have one. Bella added.

The garden they owned was very green, with lots of tulips, poppies and also a few lavender plants. A few years before, they had also planted several fruit trees such as a currant, a raspberry, several strawberries and even a cherry tree which now had grown very large, enough to enjoy the summer without having to go all the time at the market. Sometimes, a few birds came to feast on the fruits of their beautiful garden and also bees and butterflies fluttering from flower to flower, the landscape that was offered to them was the most peaceful. Suddenly they heard the sounds of crumpled paper, Abel turned his head directly to the kitchen cookie cabinet, he suspected, his rabbit was trying to steal cookies. Abel then rose with his celery in his hand.

-No sugar for rabbits! Small rascal…

The rabbit was quickly alerted and despite the fact that his master had celery, he fled with his cookie between his teeth but he was’nt fast enough, Abel grabbed him to remove his cookie from him

-Give me this cookie!

Then, he exchanged the cookie with the celery. His rabbit ran to return to the garden, his celery stick between his teeth. Abel took the opportunity to lock the cookie cabinet this time.

-Your rabbit will always surprise me! Did he really open the cabinet alone ? Micheal asked laughing.

-I have already seen him do it in front of my eyes. Abel replied.

-It seems celery is appreciated too. Michael noticed as he caressed him.

-Even more than carrots. He explained.

Some times passed after their breakfast, Abel looked at what was possible to do to fix the table, only the feet were in good condition while the square surface began to break on some sides.

-We should simply put a large wooden board on the four legs and fix it.

-I see, I'm going to sand the wood, it will be prettier! Micheal suggested.

The two brothers got busy fixing the table, removing the broken part to place the new board while their sister took care of the plants she had placed on the wall separating their garden from the one of their neighbors when a female voice called her

-Bella! Look what we bought !

-Irunya, what a pleasure to see you! These are basil seeds!

-Yes ! I decided to do as you did so I asked my brother to buy it but he took an extra package, I offer it to you! Said Irunya, handing the seed’s package to Bella.

-Are you sure ?

-Yes take them! You told me you still need it so it’s makes me happy.

Bella took the bag of seeds from the Ukrainian girl, blushing a little.

-Thank you ... You should come to the house for dinner… maybe ? Bella suggested.

-I would love ! Are you okay if I come tomorrow? My brother is with his boyfriend today

-Yes of course ! Come tomorrow in the evening, it will be more fun with everyone

-Great, I'll leave you, see you later!

Bella did not take her eyes off the pretty woman, which escaped Abel who was too busy screwing the legs of the table onto the wooden surface, however, her little brother gave her a smile, having noticed the crush she had for their neighbor. Abel therefore finished to fix the table, and although it was not aesthetic, it was much better than buying a new one. All cheerful, Bella placed her plants on the table.

-It's perfect ! Thank you !! She exclaimed.

-It only took us about twenty minutes. Said Abel.

-And it was nothing complicated. Michael pointed out.

The doorbell on their house began to ring, sure that it was the neighbors Bella had invited, they went to the first room with Pelze to open it and greeted each other with a big smile. Antonio, Joao and Lovino entered the house with plates filled with cakes in their hands.

-It looks delicious !! Exclaimed Bella.

-I said that we would bring some cakes. Recalled antonio

-We cook them this morning, there are pastel de nata, cannoli and mantecados, that’s delicious ! Lovino explained proudly.

Michael and Bella brought their guests into the garden, however, João and Abel did not follow them, staying together in the living room.

-I barely saw you this week. Complained João.

-Sorry, I worked a lot

Abel took João by the waist to bring him against him and placed a kiss on his forehead.

-We have the whole weekend for us now. He replied, hugging his lover.

After ten minutes, the couple joined the others in the garden where we could hear laughter, the discussion seemed rather animated.

-Big brother, guess what! The neighbors bought the same water filter as we did. Said Michael.

-Is that so ?

-Yes, we thought it was great choice when we came last time, no need to buy a plastic bottles if you can just filter the tap water. João explained to him.

-And the machine works really well, the water is very good. Said Antonio.

-I think too, it’s Bella who found this on the internet, it’s very profitable and better for the environment. Abel adds.

João and Abel then took their places on the outdoor chairs to join the lively discussions and enjoying this sunny Saturday with everyone.

#hetalia #hetaliamondaychallenge #aph portugal #aph netherlands #nedport #aph belgium #aph ukraine #aph luxembourg #aph romano #aph spain #they reduce #they recycle #they reutilize #they are Benelux ❤️#sorry my text is really small

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deadlyaegyo · 4 years

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Dating Seulrene (Female reader)

Enjoy! My lovesick hoes. ;’)

You are either their baby or they are your babies tbh

sluggie and hyunnie (ó﹏ò｡)

Subtle skin caressing

Lip brushing everywhere

Irene just loves hiding her hands under your shirt while Seulgi loves nose nuzzling your shoulder uwu

Head pats to Irene a lot

You and Irene just love cheek squishing Seulgi

Sneaky hands to your hipbones

“We miss you jagi~” texts when you’re working late

Irene makes any pic look photogenic as hell when you and Seulgi are posing tgt.

You and Irene will literally sit and stare at Seulgi whenever she’s drawing or doing art.

Arm-locking wherever you go even in the subway bc all of you don’t want to lose each other.

You love it when they back-hug you whispering sweet nothings.

When sluggie starts humming while taking photos with her film camera, you and hyun show heart eyes mtherfcker (❤️_ ❤️’’)

Both of their necks are sweet spots that make them giggle when you nuzzle there.

Hyun stresses out whenever none of you are wearing coordinating outfits

They both really like it when you stroke their palms with your thumb gently

The pair seem to love your hipbones a lot huh.

You and Seulgi lose your shit every time Ms Bae ties her hair in a ponytail and puts on those thin glasses. ❤️

You and Irene ogle at Seulgi’s fine form whenever she wears crop tops

Side tummy pokes bc you’re both jerks to your baby bear. >:(

sluggie loves both your cooking and will literally finish anything you tell her to eat.

“Eat well alright?” “For you two I promise :D”

Baby bear literally goes :D when she hears good news from you or Hyun

When Hyun gets upset, you and sluggie will cuddle her up until she feels better.

They both always try to teach you their song dances and you mess up all the time bc you can’t dance for shit. But they always find it cute when you stumble or retrace your movements!1!!1

You get deep morning voice which the gorgeous duo find exhilaratingly sexy.

Seulgi’s hands are so pretty that you and Irene want to hold them constantly.

Irene loves it when you and slugg call her Hyunnie .

When you’re busy working on your laptop, hyunnie will walk by nonchalantly to kiss you on the ear just bc she loves hardworkers

“Go to sleep jagi, we’re not warm enough without you” ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

Sometimes the pair fight over who should be your big spoon and you just make them play Rock Paper Scissors for it. You really wonder if you’re dating or babysitting.

When seulgi dozes off snoring, you and Irene will take cute pics of her or with her bc you’re both rascals like that.

Whenever the both of them have to go on tours, you video call them every night even if it’s just for a minute. Because every single second counts with them.

NSFW

You damn well know how this duo will play you

They love to either top hard or bottom softly with you together

Seul has the world’s sexiest stare with her sharp and feline eyes, that’s a fact

The two love rewarding you with a make out session whenever you come home tired and mad from work

strip teases oh my

Lots lots lots lots and LOTS of grinding owo

Experimental squeezing and scratching on abdomens

Seul attacks your neck at any given chance and has a thing for your collarbones

Hyun loves slipping down your arms and directing you to her backside

Seul loves undoing the pants in the trio while Irene loves unbuttoning the tops. You love getting the underwear out of anyone’s way dontcha ;0

Seul loves nipping and biting your stomach and esp your inner thighs xx

One time the pair got so impatient bc you took forever trying to open your pants zipper that they ripped everything below you in half like beasts

This other time you caught them going at it in the kitchen and you didn’t want to disturb so you ended up taking care of yourself in the bathroom cuz holy fuck am I right

When you got out, they plastered devilish smirks on their faces and suggested a shower altogether ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Seul becomes a panting mess whenever your fingers thrust into her at uneven paces

Hyun’s tongue unsurprisingly feels like magic everywhere and both you and slugg both know it

They both just know you have a huge thing for exhibitionism so they always love tying your hands up so you can’t take care of yourself when you see them going at it without you ;(

Just to piss joohyun off, seulgi and you always stop pleasuring her midway to make out with each other teasingly

Seulgi loves it when you both call her baby girl

It’s always a treat when you make the duo’s faces your throne ;)

Toys? Plenty. Irene first suggested them and seul got scared the first time

After going slowly on her, she started to enjoy them more and more

bby bear once used them on you and she’s had impulses during bed sessions ever since

Hyun genuinely goes wild when any of you two go at her from behind. She freaky like that

Lots of aftercare esp from joohyun. Slugg is always half asleep whenever the 3 of you are done fucking

The both of them give butterfly kisses on your cheek with love-daze smiles on their faces when you snooze off.

It’s always a mixture of having it rough and gentle when it comes to being with them xoxo

#seulrene #seulgi #irene #red velvet #yeri #joy #wendy #seulrene imagines #seulgi imagines #irene imagines #seulrene scenarios #seulgi scenarios #irene scenarios #posts #girl group imagines #girl group scenarios #f!reader #wlw

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sartle-blog · 4 years

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Art History Reader: Edo Period Japan

The power of Edo period art can best be summed up with this quote:

“From the age of 6, I had a mania for drawing the shapes of things. When I was 50 I had published a universe of designs. But all I have done before the age of 70 is not worth bothering with. At 75 I'll have learned something of the pattern of nature, of animals, of plants, of trees, birds, fish and insects. When I am 80 you will see real progress. At 90 I shall have cut my way deeply into the mystery of life itself. At 100, I shall be a marvelous artist. At 110, everything I create; a dot, a line, will jump to life as never before. To all of you who are going to live as long as I do, I promise to keep my word. I am writing this in my old age. I used to call myself Hokusai, but today I sign myself 'The Old Man Mad About Drawing.”

― Hokusai Katsushika

You know the Edo period, you just don't know you know it. You've seen it on shower curtains, mugs, dish towels, socks….it's The Great Wave by Hokusai. It’s everywhere. What you most likely don’t know is that The Great Wave is as much about Mt. Fuji as it is about the wave. The great wave is framing Mount Fuji off in the not-so-far distance. This print is from a series of prints known as the "36 views of Mount Fuji." The Edo period was obsessed with Mt Fuji. Edo period artists were also interested in portraying theater, sumo wrestling, and beautiful women, capturing the life of the Yoshiwara (red-light) district of the city of Edo (which is now Tokyo). The term for this is “Ukiyo-e”, which translates to "picture[s] of the floating world." It was a style that lasted for over 200 years.

The Edo, which was approximately from the 1600s to the middle of the 1800s, was a time when the arts flourished in Japan. Theater known as kabuki and the visual arts were in high demand, which is quite odd because the Edo was also the time of the Shogunate, a hereditary military dictatorship. That’s those rascally Shogun and Ninja warriors we love some much in our movies. The Shogun ran a tight ship. They enforced a policy of no contact with the outside world and maintained an extremely strict social hierarchy. If you were a farmer, you and your family would always be farmers. If you were born into a craftsman family you were destined to be a craftsman, and so on for every social class. Craftsmen were just one step higher than merchants, who were at the bottom of the heap. You guessed who was at the top of the hierarchy, right? The Shogun, of course.

One of the major art forms was the woodblock print. In mini-factories of art, artists produced images, then master carvers carved them in wood, and master printers performed their magic with ink brush and handmade paper. Edo period artists cranked out prints to fulfill a huge demand for images. Artists like Hiroshige and Hokusai fulfilled this need by creating amazing series of prints with titles like "100 views of Edo" or "36 views of Mt Fuji." Why such a high demand for Mt Fuji, you ask? Mt Fuji was (and is) sacred to the Japanese. Pilgrimages to the top of Mt Fuji are an important part of the Neo-Confucian pattern of life, both during the Edo Period and now. The pilgrimage is so important that small versions of Mt Fuji were built for those who could not make the actual pilgrimage. These stand-in Mt Fuji’s have a great name, “Fujizuka,” and there are over one hundred of these Fujizuka scattered across modern-day Tokyo, most of them made during the Edo Period.

Since a majority of the visual arts during the Edo period were printed, they were both affordable and highly portable. They started to find their way to Europe via Dutch merchants in the seventeenth century, but it was not until the nineteenth century that they would end up having a deep impact on artists in the West. Following the opening of trade with Japan in 1858, artists in France and England like Mary Cassatt and James McNeill Whistler combined western printmaking traditions in the Intaglio print process with an Edo period compositional flair. They adopted a flattening of space, strong diagonal lines, and an abstract use of color. Van Gogh believed Japan was a Mecca for artists, and Monet considered the Japanese masters to be at the top of the artistic hierarchy. We call this influence Japonisme.

Edo period craftsmanship carried over into the next movement of art in Japan, called the Meiji, which lasted until Emperor Meiji died in 1912. Following the opening up of Japan to cultural, political, and technological ideas from other cultures, Japan was at this time transforming from a largely feudal society to a modern, industrial one. The art from the Meiji period reflects this cross-pollination between Western and Eastern cultures. Gone are the dynamic, otherworldly views of Mount Fuji and Edo as Japanese painters began incorporating Western styles of painting into their work. This Western influence persisted even amidst the conservative desire for traditional Japanese nihonga paintings. Meanwhile craftsmen, no longer churning out armor and swords for the samurai class, began making decorative objects for pure enjoyment, while typically Chinese subject matter, such as dragons and other animals, became popular across media.

Key Artists:

Katsushika Hokusai

Check out the Thirty-Six Views of Mount Fuji by Hokusai

Katsushika Ōi (Hokusai’s daughter)

Kano Sansetsu

Hiroshige

Checck out the One Hundred Famous Views of Edo by Hiroshige

Harunobu Suzuki

Utagawa Toyokuni

Utagawa Kuniyoshi

Suzuki Kiitsu

This reader is part of a larger series of introductory texts about art and art history. Each has been written under the direction of Rick Love.

By: Rick Love

#art history reader #serious art history #art education #edo period

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 5 years

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A Place To Call Home: The Boyfriend

Summary: The family discovers that the reader has a boyfriend. Only he hasn’t been properly introduced yet because he’s afraid of Jensen...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x foster daughter!reader (featuring TJ)

Word Count: 2,800ish

Warnings: language, fluff

A/N: Takes place ~3 months after the end of A Place To Call Home

“Morning,” you said, yawning as you padded into the kitchen, giving your mom a smile.

“Morning,” she said. “Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”

“Talked to the boss. Changed my summer hours around,” you said with a smirk. You went to the fridge and pulled out some milk, getting an eyebrow raise from her. “Dad said I could work less, I swear. I know I was doing more during the semester and dropped it down for finals but-”

“Whatever you want is fine,” she said holding up her hands. “You get so strung up sometimes, I swear.”

“I know,” you mumbled, glancing down as you set the milk aside. You got a hug from behind from her. “Thanks.”

“Love you,” she said, kissing your cheek. You rolled your eyes, catching Jensen coming in from down the hall.

“Ah, first eye roll of the day,” he teased, ruffling your bed head as he walked past you. “What are you lovely ladies up to today? JJ’s at school, twins are socializing at daycare and I got two Ackles women that look like they could go for some barbecue for lunch.”

“Yes please,” you said, shoving the milk back in the fridge before you groaned. “I’m supposed to get lunch with TJ today.”

“Invite him along,” he said.

“Nah. I’ll see if he wants to get dinner and see a movie later,” you said.

“Whatever you want. Go get dressed, tall munchkin and we’ll head out soon.”

“Thanks for dinner,” you said, biting your bottom lip as TJ stopped outside the gate at the end of the driveway.

“You’re welcome,” he said, staring at your lips for a moment before he leaned in with you, sharing a soft kiss with you.

“You’re blushing again,” you teased, TJ kissing you harder until you were laughing. “You’re adorable.”

“You’re adorable,” he said, smiling at you. “I am so not blushing.”

“I mean, we’ve been dating for like, three months? I sure hope the nerves are gone by now buddy,” you said.

“With you? Never,” he said, resting his forehead against yours. He kissed the tip of your nose and you giggled, leaning in for more but TJ shook his head. “That’s your let’s make trouble face which is definitely something we should not be doing in front of your house.”

“So you don’t want me to-”

“Oh, I want. Just won’t do it. I’m classy like that,” he said. You snorted and shook your head, pecking a kiss on his lips. “Later, Y/N.”

“Bye, babe. Text me you get home,” you said.

“Will do,” he said, turning around as you punched in the code and headed down the driveway. You slipped inside the front door with a smile, hearing a pair of very loud giggles coming from the living room.

“Guys?” you asked, Jensen’s head popping up over the back of the couch. His hair was spiked up everywhere, his lips looked swollen and you could hear De giggling still. “Oh my...were you two making out? In the living room? There are children that live here!”

“Kids are asleep and you know we figured this is a really good couch for making out on and…” he said with a shrug, Danneel laughing as she pushed a hand over his mouth.

“Daddy’s had a couple,” she said, Jensen laughing to himself. “Okay, maybe mommy too.”

“You should probably go to your room now unless you want to be scarred more,” he said. “Cause trust me, I don’t even remember where I took off your mother’s shirt and-”

“Whoa. Dad’s drunk. Good night rascals. Let’s never do this again,” you said. You were just around the hall down to your room when you heard them get up and enter the kitchen.

“Oh my god, Jens,” said your mom with a laugh.

“What? She’s an adult. I love you. I think you’re hot. It’s normal to want to make out with your wife,” he said, a laugh on his words. “You’re so pretty.”

“Last time you got like this you wanted to make a baby,” she said.

“Well the ole snip snip took care of that little issue. And I don’t want no more babies. I got four beautiful babies and I love ‘em,” he said.

“You guys are such dorks,” you said to yourself, laughing as you headed for bed.

“Good morning, dad,” you said, unable to keep the smile off your face when you saw him the next morning. He narrowed his eyes, eating slowly from his bowl of cereal. “How you feeling, champ?”

He groaned and dropped his head, your mom humming as she hopped into the kitchen and started making herself some coffee.

“Hello,” you said, now smirking as she held up her chin. “I hope you two crazy kids were responsible last evening now.”

“Erase that from your memory,” he said. “Forever.”

“Trust me, I’m trying,” you said, hopping on the counter, eating a muffin that was set out.

“Oh, well, your father may take after you in that area,” said your mom. You tilted your head, watching a smile grow on her face, a dark one grow on Jensen’s.

“Oh yeah. That’s what started the whole sneaking around thing, wasn’t it? Taking a page out of your book,” he said.

“I don’t sneak around,” you said.

“We saw you kissing TJ when he picked you up for dinner last night,” said your mom with a smile. “Not too innocently either. Not a first time kiss if you know what I’m saying.”

“Are you spying on me through the camera on the front gate?” you said.

“We get an alert on our phones,” said your dad. “So no, we weren’t spying. We were simply...surprised considering TJ is ‘just a friend.’ He finally work up the courage to ask you out?”

“I sort of...did the asking,” you mumbled, looking down.

“That’s my girl,” he said.

“I didn’t tell you because...he’s kind of afraid of dad,” you said. While your mom laughed, your dad certainly did not.

“Afraid? Afraid of what?” he said.

“Dad...TJ...he knows a few things...about when I was in foster care,” you said, both of them immediately quiet.

“You’ve never told your friends about that before,” said your mom.

“I know. TJ’s been my best friend since day one of freshman year and...it sounds stupid but he makes me feel safe and the only other people that have ever made me feel like that are my family,” you said. “I trusted him and...and I wasn’t the freak girl or the girl he felt sorry for or anything. He’s just...he understands why I get quiet sometimes and stuff like that. Sometimes he just sits with me and is there when I’m having a bad day and it feels better.”

“You’re not just dating him. You’re in love with him,” said your dad, a small smile on his face.

“I don’t know that,” you said, rubbing your arm.

“Sometimes you know before you know,” said your mom, taking her coffee and hopping up on the counter across from you. “You really tell him things like that? And he’s sweet about it?”

“Don’t get mad but remember when you guys were all out of town a few months ago and I had to stay for midterms and I was going to fly up the next day? I had a nightmare. A bad one. One of those one’s where dad sits up with me, you know? But no one was here and I know Uncle Jared and those guys were all out of town too and everybody else lives too far away so I called TJ and he came over without me even asking. He stayed here with me that night and I told him why I was so scared and that dork told me he wouldn’t let anything happen to me. We said some other stuff and then we were dating,” you said, kicking your feet, risking a glance over at them.

“I told you, I like that kid,” said your dad with a smile.

“I do too,” said your mom.

“Not sure why he’s scared of me though,” he said.

“Because he knows that you know I’ve been hurt a lot before and you’re protective of me,” you said.

“To be fair, you were afraid of my dad when you met him too,” said your mom to him.

“Why don’t you invite Mr. TJ over for dinner with the family so we can get this all out in the open, okay?” said your dad.

“Okay. I think that’ll be a good thing. I hope.”

“Hi TJ,” said JJ with a little shit eating grin.

“Hey, JJ,” he said, sitting across from her at the dining table. God you never actually sat at the dining table for dinner. Everybody always ate at the counter. Dining table meant TJ was probably about to be interrogated.

“You’re Y/N’s boyfriend?” she asked.

“Yup,” he said.

“What’s a boyfriend?” asked Arrow.

“It’s a boy that’s a friend,” said Zepp, standing up on his chair, your dad plopping him back down when he jogged up there.

“A boyfriend,” said your dad, setting a dish down on the table, your mom following up after him, “Is a boy that is romantically involved with and dating a girl.”

“Or a boy,” said TJ.

“True. Or a boy. It just means they’re dating, honey,” he said.

“So, like a girl and a boy like each other?” asked Arrow.

“Or a boy and boy?” asked Zepp.

“Yeah, you guys are getting it,” said your mom.

“Do you like boys and girls?” asked Zeppelin, your jaw dropping as your dad nearly failed to contain his laugh.

“Uh, well I only like girls, Zeppelin but everyone can like whoever they like,” said TJ.

“Zepp, eat your potatoes,” you sighed. “Please for my sanity, eat your potatoes.”

“Your little brother is just asking a question,” said your dad, smiling at you. “So TJ…”

“TJ,” said your dad, long after dinner had wrapped up. To your surprise, most of the questions were kept light and simple, nothing at all like you were expecting. Then again, the kids were upstairs in bed now and the gloves could come off. “Mind if I ask you a sort of personal question?”

“No sir,” he said.

“Don’t call me sir,” he said.

“Sorry,” he said. Your dad smiled, looking at you for a moment, your mom watching from the kitchen as he put away a few dishes.

“Y/N’s not had the easiest life. She’s quite an incredible young woman,” he said. “I met her when she was sixteen, almost seventeen. Yet, I still see her sometimes as my baby girl, even though she’s obviously not one. She’s my oldest girl. I’ve made her a lot of promises when she first got here, when she was first adopted. But somehow, Y/N and I never really talked about boys too much. I knew she’d stand up for herself so I let it be. TJ, you don’t need to be afraid of me. If you hurt her, trust me, I know she won’t put up with it. She doesn’t need dad to come save her. She’s an adult, just like you. All I’m going to say is treat her right. She doesn’t need more wrong. You’re sweet. A little scrawny but I used to be too. I mean, she’s got this thing for Chris Pratt so-”

“Dad,” you groaned.

“Be good to her and don’t be afraid of us. And remind her not to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders when we forget, alright?” he said.

“I can do that,” said TJ, giving him a smile.

“Great. I catch you two having sex in my house though, they will not find your body, m’kay?” he said, patting TJ’s leg as he stood up.

“Is he serious?” asked TJ.

“...I wouldn’t test it,” you said.

“Good call,” said TJ. You watched your parents edge away over towards the bar top, giving you and TJ some space and the occasional glance. “Your parents are cool. Your dad is way nicer than I was expecting.”

“Like he said, I don’t need him to save me. He knows if I do, I’ll give him a heads up,” you said.

“Probably better cool it with the making out in the car though,” he said.

“Eh, he said in the house,” you said with a smile.

“I heard that,” said your dad. You smiled and gave TJ a kiss, heading outside with him for a while before he headed home. “TJ head out?”

“Mhm,” you said, getting smiles from both of them. “Oh my god. Shut up.”

“Aw. She’s embarrassed of us,” said your dad. “I’m so proud of us.”

“Yeah yeah. I’m going to head to bed,” you said.

“Night sweetie,” said your mom.

“Wait up,” said your dad. You headed for your room when he waved you ahead, following after.

“Yes…” you said when you were alone.

“Hey. Real talk for a minute here. You know where to get protection for you know…” he said.

“Yes dad,” you said with a smile. “I’ve had this conversation with mom before.”

“Alright. Just make sure he treats you right and it’s okay to start doing something and then want to stop,” he said. “And you should-“

“Dad. I’ve had this conversation. Like...all of it is covered. Trust me,” you said.

“Oh. Well...good,” he said. “Being safe is good. You don’t want your own little tikes running around.”

“Dad,” you said. “I get it. I’m careful.”

“I know. Just...TJ must be pretty special, huh,” he said.

“Dad, I love you but this is one of those mom conversations, alright?” you said.

“Alright, alright,” he said. “If you are going to do decide to have sleepovers-“

“Dad!”

“Just shoot us a text so we know you aren’t coming home that night, alright,” he said.

“Okay. Can we talk about something else, please? Literally anything,” you said. “I’m begging you.”

“I know you’re all grown up and everything-“

“I’m really not,” you said.

“Oh whew,” he said, pretending to wipe his brow. “Guess I don’t have to say what I was going to then.”

“Which was…” you said.

“Well even if you got TJ now, you can always call me when you get a nightmare, no matter how big you are,” he said.

“I know,” you said. “That time I just knew I didn’t want to be alone.”

“Have any bad nights since?” he asked.

“No,” you said.

“I’m glad,” he said. “Well, no matter what, you can always talk to me or mom.”

“Thanks,” you said quietly. He nodded and turned to leave. “Dad? Do you like TJ?”

“Doesn’t really matter what I think,” he said with a smile. “He’s your boyfriend, not mine.”

“Dad,” you said.

“I told you back when you were just friends. He’s always been very sweet to you. I like that. He’s your best friend. Sometimes we catch you two together and it reminds us of me and De when we were younger, before we dated. That time when we were nervous but knew what we both wanted. I think you know that part,” he said with a smile. “So I liked him. And once you said he was here for you when you needed him...then I trusted him. If you trust him and I trust him and mom trusts him, odds are he’s probably a good guy and you deserve one of those.”

“Okay. Thanks for telling me,” you said.

“Mind if I ask why it’s important for you to know that?” he asked.

“You’re a good guy and TJ's a good guy. I want you two to like each other,” you said.

“You’re in this deep after only a few months? God, take after me more than I realized,” he said. “Hold off on the wedding bells until you graduate at least, okay?”

“Shut up old man,” you said.

“Old man my ass,” he said. “I’m only-“

“Ancient?” you teased.

“Keep it up kiddo,” he said, pointing a finger at you as he headed out. “Night. Love you. Say hi to TJ for me when you end up staying up half the night texting him. Breakfast burritos nine am sharp.”

“Mhm. Love you too dad.”

A/N: Check out the Uncle Jared timestamp here!

#spn #supernatural #jensen x daughter!reader #au #rpf #spn reader insert #supernatural reader insert #spn fanfiction

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397bartonstreet · 5 years

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Chithen Burders from Shate Shat

I wrote a thing for @meepmorpperaltiago at her request about Jake doing his daughter’s hair. Not to be all “this is so bad” but.. don’t expect much dnjkfjfjal. I used @fourdrinkamy‘s headcanon of their daughter’s name being Maya because I have zero capability to decide names for myself. Hope you like this Cara!

Amy being promoted to Lieutenant meant she had the ability to adjust her hours so that Maya could always have one of her parents to help her get ready for preschool. Since Jake didn’t have that same liberty to move around his schedule, Amy was more than happy to do it. Today though, she had an emergency about a case she was helping Rosa with and, despite him telling her one day wouldn’t matter, she hated the idea of Maya being without her parents in the morning. To placate her, Jake texted Holt he was going to be late (which is most definitely very unprofessional but it’s okay because they have that kind of relationship) so that Amy wouldn’t have to feel guilty.

He’s glad he gets to do this today though. There’s no better way to spend the morning than staring down at his daughter’s head with a comb in one hand and a spray bottle in the other while she eats her Lucky Charms at the kitchen island. Amy taught him how to do this once or twice, but he’s not a seasoned pro like she is, and every time he tries… well… he does his best.

His daughter’s curls seem far more wild today than they usually are and for a moment he curses the universe for passing down his curls to hers, because otherwise there would be a lot less to deal with.

“Alright baby, I’m going to spray your hair now okay?”

“Okay, daddy,” she mumbles around a mouth full. Him and Amy learned the hard way that they always need to warn her before spraying her hair, she’ll have a frustrating breakdown otherwise. He sprays lightly at the curls and Maya still squeals and shivers dramatically. “It’d cold!”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he tells her softly and combs out the newly damp hair. He still can’t believe how thin and soft his daughter’s hair is. Everything about her is so tiny and light sometimes he’s worried she will dissolve in his arms, which is a very weird thought to have, but that’s the only way he can describe the feeling. He chuckles to himself a little while he separates the strands for a braid, it’s crazy how much it’s like he’s touching air.

“Do you, hey daddy, do you know how… how to do this,” she stumbles and he looks at her through the stand mirror right as she fits a too big spoonful into her little mouth.

“Do what, sweetie,” he says.

“How to do braids,” she says innocently, but Jake can’t help but take playful offense, mostly playful at least.

“Duhh, of course I can do braids,” he teases, but when he looks down he realizes that while he was distracted, he lost one of the strands in the sea of frizz. He curses silently to himself and shamefully brushes out what he’s done to start again.

“You see, you dunno how to do it,” Maya says, accompanied by a smug smile he can’t not admit she totally got from him.

“Hush you, or I’m going to tell Uncle Boyle you love his peanut butter and octopus sandwiches so that he’ll make you eat some,” he scrunches his nose mischievously at her.

“No!” She whines and covers her mouth to keep Boyle’s disgusting kids’ food from coming against her will. “Tastes like patas!”

“Okay, okay, I won’t tell Uncle Boyle to make you sandwiches, or that you think it tastes like feet.” Maya giggles into her hands.

He guesses that she gets an idea, because she widens her eyes and jumps in her seat, waving her arms a bit in excitement. The movement causes him to lose grip of the forming braid in his hand, her hair being so fine one knot easily comes loose.

“Careful Maya, I don’t want to mess up your braid okay?”

“After school, we get chicken burgers from-from Shake Shack?” Jake melts at the attempt, her words sounding more like ‘chithen burders from Shate Shat’ and he couldn’t have more love for his daughter if he tried.

“You want chithen burders from Shate Shat,” he mimics, because he just can’t help it. And the enthusiastic nod he gets in response, completely oblivious of her mistake, almost kills him.

“When you and Mommy come back, we all can get chicken burgers from Shake Shack,” she quickly mutters in one breath.

“Okay honey, we can get chicken burgers,” he smiles and ties off the braid. “There we go, look at you, you’re beautiful.”

“It’s messy,” she bluntly states. Jake scoffs in a dramatic mock offense that makes Maya giggle madly. That’s her new thing recently, messy, everything’s messy. And it may have been super embarrassing when she called Terry’s kitchen messy when it actually was, but he’s so proud of how quickly she’s picking up what she hears. But of course she is, she’s Amy’s daughter, she was born already pre-programmed to be crazy smart. He absolutely loves watching her discover more of the world every day.

“I think they’re perfectly fine thank you very much,” he tickles her sides and she squeals. “Alright! You’re all done! It’s off to school now.” He picks her up off the chair that’s too high for her, and she runs over to her Ninja Turtles backpack (when she picked that out at the store he definitely did not feel any emotions) by the door and holds it out for him to take.

He kneels down in front of her to help tug the backpack over her shoulders. It’s way too big for her, the bottom practically dragging against the floor. It’s not even necessary for her to bring a backpack, but they give her one anyway, to over prepare for emergencies.

He adjusts the straps and gives her hair a quick once over. It definitely isn’t great, the braid is a tad bit slanted and the frizz at the crown of her head are free and standing, but it’s the definitely an improvement from his first time. And since the fact he doesn’t do it often, he could say that he did pretty great at it.

And he’s really glad he got to be with her today. Because when he looks at Maya, and her brown eyes are so wide and filled with unadulterated happiness and she’s looking at him like he’s the center of her world, there’s nothing better than this moment.

“Why you looking at me long?” she asks with her cute little nose scrunched.

“Because I love you,” he says and plants a kiss on her nose. “Do you love me?”

“Only if you give me chicken burger,” she responds through a mischievous snicker and Jake barks out a laugh.

“You little rascal,” he says and she squeals as he hauls her up on his hip. “We got to go before Grandpa Holt gets mad at me.”

“Let’s gooo” she exclaims and points her arm out in the direction of the elevator. He suddenly can’t think of any incentive to ever go to work on time ever again.

#b99 #peraltiago #my fics #b99 fics #if you could reblog it if you liked it that would be awesome #it would make me feel pretty good

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franklyshipping · 5 years

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The Gooper Adventures ~ Day 5 ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

WOOOHOOO NEXT INSTALLMENT OF OUR LITTLE GUY'S ADVENTURE! I think he's about to finally meet someone with the same amount of energy as him sooo LET'S DO IT!

Today, was a rather sweet day. Dr Iplier was sat at his desk with his phone in his hands and a goofy smile on his face; he loved when the Host sent him spontaneous, lovey texts. The latest one talked about how the Host couldn't stop thinking about how cute the doctor sounded when he was having his neck nuzzled, and Iplier was pink cheeked at the sweet, flirty tease. He always squeaked at neck nuzzles, but even more so when Host was the one giving them to him. Dr Iplier's blush soon deepened however, when he heard a crooning gurgle from his shoulder.

'Wha-how long h-have you been there? I-It's rude to read other people's texts!'

The doctor was trying to sound reprimanding, but upon discovering that Gooper had been silently resting on his shoulder and looking at the cute texts just made the doctor all embarrassed. Gooper gurgled in a somewhat arrogant manner, which made Iplier's jaw drop.

'Unprofessiona-I'LL decide what is u-unprofessional in m-my office you cheek!'

Gooper tittered before rolling down Iplier's arm and landing on the desk rolling about as he crooned even more, sounding as sassy and as cheeky as a little squish could possibly sound.

'H-He's not distracting me!'

Iplier's face was absolutely burning at this point, he couldn't believe he was just being teasingly lectured by a tiny tickle monster on the point of PROFESSIONALISM! What on earth had his life come to. Iplier did partially admit to himself that he didn't mind being teased....he always liked it when people called him and Host a cute couple, it made him feel all warm and happy inside-....okay....NOW Gooper was going too far.

'I AM NOT GOING TO START SWOONING!'

Iplier squeaked in a high pitched, flustered tone of indignance as he saw Gooper flopping his squishy body over the stapler, pretending to be Iplier fainting at being flirted with by his boyfriend. Gooper merely gurgled with giddy giggles as Iplier pursed his lips and stowed his phone away, he was SO going to get that squish's underbelly later! Iplier sighed with relief however, when a distraction came along in the form of a knock on the door. Iplier gave Gooper a side-eyed smile as he went to answer it.

'You'd better behave!'

Gooper gurgled once more, before the doctor opened the doctor to reveal....a lot of pink. That was very much a lot of pink, at least, that was what Gooper surmised at first. However, when Gooper saw the big pinkness move into the room with a grand gesture, he realised it was just a person with a lot of pink on them!

'IPLIEEEER! I AM GRAVELY INJURED!'

The doctor repressed a snicker and an eye-roll as Wilford sauntered in the room, and he played along with the dramatic man as he closed the door behind him.

'Oh no Wilford, do tell me what ails you?!'

Wilford lay himself dramatically on Iplier's medical bench, his bottom lip protruding as he extended his arms forth, waving his hands in Iplier's direction. Wilford then let out a cry of such dramatized anguish that I'm pretty sure it would have made Shakespeare himself weep with elation.

'MY SWEET TENDER LOVE MAKING HANDS!'

Iplier repressed a snorting laugh, dear lord this man was a bundle of a good time. He walked to Wilford and carefully held his hands, bringing them closer so that he could inspect exactly what was wrong with them. Iplier had to fight a smile as he assessed the condition of Wilford's hands and fingers....and concluded that the man was suffering from....about half a dozen paper cuts.

'That....is frankly an impressive amount of paper cuts. What exactly were you doing that led to you getting all these?'

The doctor let Wilford cradle his hands at his chest, and although it was clear Wilford was being overdramatic for effect, he was right to come to the doctor. With hands being used every day with practically everything it was imperative they got treated with proper antiseptic and covered temporarily with band aids if need be. Wilford looked up to the doctor, his eyes glistening as he started going into a sort of reverie.

'Well...it started with a vision. A vision....of an exquisite meal, for the most handsome man on the face of this very planet. But the haven of instructions fought against me, and in my eagerness....I was wounded....'

Wilford trailed off....and Iplier sighed as he finally understood. He smiled at Wilford fondly.

'Sooo you were looking through a recipe book to find something nice to make for Dark aaand you got paper cuts off the book?'

That made Wilford flush a little bashfully, and smile as his dramatics faded away to make way for a slightly embarrassed mumble.

'I just turned the pages too faaast....I got excited....'

This was all just monumentally adorable. The doctor thought so, and Gooper thought so. The little monster was just watching for now, watching as Iplier got out the special cut cream and put it on the places that hurt the pink man. Then Gooper watched the pink man smile as Iplier put bright pink band aids over the hurties. Iplier normally would have let little cuts like these breathe, but since Wilford was going to be cooking after this Iplier figured this was the more sanitary and safer path.

'Well, whatever you end up cooking I am SURE that Dark will absolutely adore it.'

Wilford giggled his happy, warbly giggle as he stroked over the vibrant band aids that were now on his palms and a few of his fingers. Then he grinned up at the doctor as he replied.

'I'm doing it to see if it'll distract him. He told me all about his appointment yesterday, and the lil rascal you let loose on him! Bravo doctor! He was VERY red-faced and handsome, and still is! It's all that's on his mind!'

Iplier chuckled softly, but before he could reply, a little gasp came from Iplier's desk, causing both the doctor and Wilford to look to the source of the noise. It was from Gooper of course, but why did he gasp you ask? Well, he was VERY happy, and a little emotional. Dark had....told people about him. He'd talked about him to other people in a nice way! Gooper didn't know why, but he just felt super flattered and happy that he was being memorable for all these sweet, nice Iplier people. Now of course, Wilford had let out a gasp.

'Is....that....him?'

Wilford was straining to whisper, because despite his boiling excitement bubbling up inside him, he was conscious of using his inside voice for fear of startling the little guy. Iplier smiled and placed a hand on Wilford's shoulder.

'Yep, and don't worry, you don't have to worry about whispering around him. Gooper buddy, this is the wonderful Wilford Warfstache!'

Gooper let out a squeal of excitement, because he already liked this very vibrant, wild-seeming man, he was a lot like the wild glitchy septic Anti except less broody. Gooper wobbled in place excitedly as Wilford scrambled to the desk, before getting on his knees so that his face would be level with Gooper. Wilford crooned happily, already absolutely in love with the little guy.

'Well hello there lil gumdrop!'

Upon seeing Wilford bend down to his level, Gooper crooned and immediately shuffled forward to inspect his face; it looked like Wilford had a very nice, soft face....but there was something very peculiar on it. It was pink, looked EXTREMELY soft, and was a funny curvy shape, so Gooper decided to nuzzle it. Wilford was wide eyed as Gooper started nuzzling his moustache, gurgling in delight as he rubbed his little underbelly against it.

'Awww, he loves your moustache Wilford!'

Iplier exclaimed with a bright smile, watching happily as Wilford tenderly picked him up and nuzzled the little creature, giving him the full feeling of that snazzy moustache as he grinned and cooed.

'Well of coooourse you dooo! It's the softest thing aroooound, yes it is yes it iiiis!'

Iplier snickered as Wilford cooed to Gooper for about 20 solid minutes, before managing to revert back to his normal tone of voice, which was slightly smug too as he addressed the doctor.

'I have to say that Dark was NOT exaggerating when he talked about how precious this little guy is! I tell ya, I've never seen Dark so flustered! Dark is the more ticklish one in our relationship ya see, I have much better decorum! It hardly affects me at all!'

Wilford finished off by addressing Gooper, grinning from ear to ear as he absently pet the little creature again. Gooper however, was mighty confused. Dr Iplier had told him that ALL Ipliers were ticklish? Wait....but that meant.....Wilford was being a naughty fibber! He was trying to be all confident to try and convince him that he wasn't ticklish! What an absolutely silly notion! Gooper transitioned from letting out purrs, to letting out low hums. Iplier knew those sounds. The doctor hissed through his teeth and folded his arms, smiling at Wilford fondly though since he was amazed that the man had the actual gall to try and say he WASN'T ticklish.

'Oooohhh Wilford, I don't think it was wise to say something like that in front of Gooper....'

Wilford furrowed his brows, before quite a lot of colour drained from his face as he sloooowly looked down at the creature in his hands. Wilford was frozen as he watched Gooper start quivering. To be quite honest, the one main thing that riled up Gooper was when people lied about their ticklishness; he used to get it lots with Angus and Jackie, but he made them learn that honesty is the best policy! Gooper was excited to make Wilford his next pupil. So, he wasted no more time. Iplier chuckled when Wilford shrieked, and the doctor took out a bag of crisps and settled into his chair to watch the magnificence that was Gooper LITERALLY breaking a few of Wilford's shirt buttons so he could slip through and latch onto his belly.

'W-WOAHHEYNO GOOPY MY FRIEND MY PAL I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME?!?!?!'

Wilford practically flailed himself back onto the medical bench, lying down to avoid the embarrassment of falling over if he'd tried to stay standing. Wilford was trembling and pursing his lips tight as he felt the little creature shuffling and nuzzling over his belly. He had to stay strong. The Great Wilford Warfstache was NOT going to let himself be proven wrong! Not this time-uh, not that there were any other times that he'd been proved wrong in this matter....anyway! The doctor decided to chip in, feigning concern.

'You okay there Wilford? Are you in any discomfort-?'

'OHDON'TYOUSTAHART!'

Wilford sent Dr Iplier a glare that made the doctor giggle, and the doctor only grinned wider because he'd heard that oh so tender waver in Wilford's voice. Gooper was gurgling lowly with determination under Wilford's shirt, he WAS going to get ticklish laughs out of this cute Iplier! Gooper tried rubbing his body over Wilford's lower, pudgy stomach; Wilford gripped the edges of the medical bench as the first trickles of strained giggles worked their way out.

'P-Pleaseohogohod m-mahake him s-stop-AAAEEE!'

Iplier's eyebrows shot up at the sound of Wilford's sudden shriek, before smirking as he realised that Gooper had found the hotspot that was Wilford's bellybutton. Iplier leisurely replied to the writhing man with a purr.

'Sorry, no can do, he follows no one's orders but his own.'

Wilford let out a cry of despair as he thrashed, cackling at the invading nuzzles penetrating deep into his ticklish navel. We all know of course that Gooper can manipulate his form, so he merely elongated part of it into a little tip that was now burrowing and tickling Wilford's innie; and it was an extremely cute innie in Gooper's opinion too! Gooper was gurgling in a chuckly manner to himself, feeling very satisfied at how effective his tickles were on the supposedly not ticklish Iplier.

'NAHAHAHA PLEHEHEASE!'

Wilford cried, but Gooper took no heed. He played inside that soft, sensitive innie so he could listen to Wilford's cackles bounce around the room like rocket powered bouncy balls. Gooper then started....prodding at Wilford's bellybutton.

'OHOHOIIII NOHOHO POHOKIES YOHOU SAHATAN SQUIHISH!!'

Iplier snorted as he watched Wilford jolt about for a few moments, and the doctor could just about hear Gooper gurgly giggles of delight at how jumpy and cute this pink man was! Gooper soon wanted to explore further though, and so resumed shuffling about over Wilford's lower abdomen; the man started to pant and whine, trying to collect himself.

'Ohoho....nuhuh wh-whehere ihis he g-gohoiiiing....?'

.....of course, at a question such as this, the doctor couldn't help but reply with quite an intelligent, quippy response.

'I don't know, he's under your shirt I can't see him.'

Ohhh if only eyes could say fuck you, because that was very much the phrase being articulated at Iplier via Wilford's narrowed, brown eyes. Iplier would be the one cackling if Wilford had his way, alas though, that was definitely not to be. Now, Gooper had found something else he was interested....a very smooth, inviting hip; the left hipbone to be precise, which he latched onto before proceeded to start vibrating his form. Now, Wilford squealed and descended into the sweetest giggles.

'EEEEEHEHehehee ohoho nononohohoehehee!!'

Wilford went very high pitched very quickly, and let me tell you it was seriously one of the sweetest selections of sounds in the whole world. Wilford's giggles were trill-like and filled with titters and squeals, and Wilford had now taken to hiding his pink cheeks in his hands as he got embarrassed at his own reactions. Iplier of course was quick to comment as he stated snacking on a boiled sweet.

'Awwww Wilford you should join a choir with a trilling voice like that!'

Wilford merely let out an incoherent, embarrassed noise into his hands as the treatment continued, and what made it even worse...was that Gooper decided to split his form in half. One squishy mass per hip, so now Wilford was becoming even more incoherent with his sweet, angelic mirth.

'Nuuhhhehehehahaha dohohohocccyyy ahahaha nahahahaaa...'

Iplier watched on fondly. Honestly, he just loved to watch it all unfold. A huge part of the doctor wanted to join in, maybe hold Wilford's legs down or lift his arms, or just coo incessantly into his ear....but then....Iplier felt that it just wouldn't be right. He would be disturbing a master at work, and Iplier knew that Gooper was having the most fun that he could possibly have whenever he tickled someone, so the doctor was more than happy to watch and occasionally bring in some spicy cheekiness or sarcasm. Speaking of which.

'Yes Wilford, can I be of any medical assistance?'

Wilford whined, his hands falling from his face and weakly reaching for the doctor, and Iplier's heart honest to heck nearly melted when he saw Wilford's desperate, pouty, giggly demeanour.

'Pleheheeee....t-t-tihihihicklessss.....'

Wilford gazed at the doctor imploringly, only managing to get those words out since Gooper's segments had had mercy at his hips. With Wilford recovering from the embarrassment inducing tickles though, he didn't quite notice the segments sliding down over his hips, and slipping under his trousers so they could settle on top of his thighs. His ticklish thighs. At Wilford's sweet words meanwhile, part of Iplier wanted to help....but ah, it was a rather small part.

'Ah, my apologies but that isn't really something I can treat....'

Iplier smiled a bold, unsympathetic smile as Wilford whined with wide eyes, and he was honestly about to consider begging for help....when Wilford realised that his hips were free....and his thighs were not.

'C-C'mon p-plehease b-before he s-s-staharts agai-NOOOOHOHOHO AAAHAHAH MEHEHERCYYY!!!'

Wilford threw his head back in vain, and the doctor really started slouching happily in his chair now, watching Wilford hit the padded bench with his mouth spread wide in a wonderfully insane grin. The little devil squish was kneading his thighs....both of them....at once. Gooper liked kneading, he very much liked to squish soft things, ESPECIALLY after Jamie let him help bake bread things! Wilford's thighs were like dough, very squishy, very ticklish, very awesome!

'GOHOHOHOOPEERRR! IHIHIPLIEEEEER!'

Wilford wailed as he just laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed, and Iplier softly laughed with him because frankly, Wilford's bouncy mirth was joyful and contagious. It had a wonderful, unique wobbly warble to it that Gooper noticed, which was super pretty! It was a unique thing to this pink Iplier, like how Jamie only ever let out gasps and snorts instead of laughs, or how Anti had crackles in his cackles. Gooper cooed happily as he carried on the kneading, and the doctor decided to finally stand and wander over. He could see the beads of sweat on Wilford's face and figured it was time for real mercy.

'Ahalright alright, Gooper buddyyy, I think it's time to come out nooow. Wilford's getting tired bubby bub.'

Iplier crooned in the direction of Wilford's legs, and Wilford practically yelled in relief when he felt the kneading die down to a complete halt; he panted as his mirth died down with it.

'AHAHAHA-a-ahahh...ohoho th-thahank you....hooohohoooo....'

Wilford gasped, his eyes fluttering shut as he caught his breath and wiped his face, which allowed Gooper to seep through his trousers and reconnect his body together so Iplier could scoop him up. Gooper craned his body upwards to the doctor with a questioning mrrrp, and Iplier smiled and whispered to him.

'You did so good buddy, so good.'

Gooper gurgled proudly, and then squeaked happily when Iplier presented him with a green paperclip....which Gooper absorbed into his body, like how a hamster stores food in its cheeks for later; Gooper was saving the little piece of stationary so he could put it in his stash later. Iplier glanced to Wilford, seeing that the man was starting to sit up...and so he gave Gooper something else. Wilford blinked a few times as he finally regained himself, and was fully ready to either tickle attack Iplier, or pet the hell out of Gooper. So, when Wilford saw that Iplier had placed Gooper on the bench, he figured he would do the latter.

'Hehey you....ya really got me good there.'

Gooper crooned as Wilford tenderly picked him up, but Wilford ended up smiling a bashful smile when he saw that Gooper had extended part of his body towards him....and was offering him a lollipop. Bubble-gum flavoured no less. Wilford grinned and stowed the candy in his top shirt pocket, smiling down at the creature whom he now started to pet.

'I'll have it later bud.'

Now of course came the mandatory session of petting Gooper, because honestly if you do not take the time to pet this precious being then you don't even deserve to be in his adorable presence. Wilford of course awed over Gooper's little happy noises and titters at the pets, rubs, and gentle scratches he received. Soon though, Wilford returned him to the doctor, grinning.

'Y'know....I think I'd die for him.'

Iplier grinned broadly, chuckling as he nodded in agreement.

'I think anyone who meets him would.'

Iplier then reached to his desk and picked up the antiseptic cream, along with a box of band aids.

'Now, as long as your cuts are open, apply antiseptic, then leave them to scab over naturally. Take these band aids off in about 2-3 hours, and if any of the cuts are still bad then put new band aids on, but if they're not then leave them exposed to the air so they can heal. Got it?'

Iplier smiled happily when Wilford nodded and barked an affirmative like Iplier was sergeant, before cooing once more at Gooper, then vacating in the most wonderfully flamboyant manner. Iplier sighed, then settled back in his chair and opened his desk drawer. It was where he'd put Schneeple's jumper, aka Gooper's nest, and it was where Gooper kept his little stash. Iplier watched happily as Gooper tottered about amidst all the little gifts...and Iplier wondered if Gooper knew how much of a wonderful gift that he was....to the whole, entire world.

WOOOOO HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THIS NEXT PART LEMME KNOW IF YA DID WOOOP LUV YOUS XXX

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