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#and I’m debating if I just forgot to draw the hands or if their hand privileges were revoked as well
jobean12-blog · 11 months
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Neighborly Love
Pairing: Beefy!Bucky x reader
Word Count: 1,446
Summary: Bucky is your new neighhor and tension has been building since he  moved in so when the water in his apartment stops working he comes to you first. 
Author’s Note: So my dear love @mickeyhenrys made this edit for me and it sparked an idea because omg it’s glorious and Bucky in glasses is just 🔥🔥🔥and it all happened while we were thirsting over the recent pics of Seb and his MAN BUN! YUM! Thank you so much love and thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the sweet @firefly-graphics thank you darling Daisy🥰
Warnings: Fun, flirty, some fluff, some tension, the doorbell is a pain in the butt, i-mpl-ie-d s-e-x-y time
The below edit is NOT MINE: credit goes to @mickeyhenrys thank you again my lovely 
I’m also including the pic of Seb and his beefy bun below the cut because YES
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After a long debate with yourself over whether or not you want to walk to the bathroom in just your tee shirt and panties you decide to make a run for it so you can wash up and change all at once.
With that decision, you open your bedroom door and step into the hall, about to walk to the bathroom when it’s door opens.
Bucky freezes in the doorway when he sees you, his eyes running down the length of your body.
“Mornin’ doll,” he says before clearing his throat. “Sleep ok?”
His long hair is curled around his ears, still wet and sending droplets of water dripping onto his bare shoulders that converge into a glistening trail down his naked chest, zigzagging through his sculpted abdominals before disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans.  
Jeans that hang low enough to reveal the defined V-cut of his hips.
He raises his arm, towel in hand, and starts to dry his hair, drawing your eyes to his flexing bicep.
“UGH!”
You push him out of the way and slam the bathroom door behind you.
“Guess that’s a no,” he mutters before walking back into the living room.
Once you’re washed up and you’ve used the bathroom you stomp back out, having forgotten all about changing.
You walk over to him and shove his glasses at his chest, hard. “You forgot these in the bathroom.”
“Doll?” Bucky asks in confusion.
“You’re over here, using my shower, walking around like that,” you mutter as you clang angrily around the kitchen.
“Did I miss something?” he asks from the doorway.
“Put a shirt on Bucky,” you snap, keeping your back to him.
“Only if you put on some shorts and a bra doll face,” he replies with a chuckle.
You suddenly go still, remembering you’re only wearing your panties under your oversized tee. Whirling around with the intention to slip past him, you glower but when you reach the doorway he blocks your path, maneuvering you against the wall.
He raises an arm above your head and leans in, the clean scent of your shampoo in his hair. Your eyes travel over his skin appreciatively and when you meet his gaze you find him staring down at your legs. Your thighs rub together instinctively and he lets out a grunt filled with desire.
You try to unjumble your thoughts, the tiny rational part of your brain yelling at you to run.
But everything else is too loud.
“Bucky?” you breathe out and your eyes fall to his mouth.
He lifts his other hand and gently brushes his thumb along the curve of your jaw, in the process bringing your face closer to his. Goose bumps erupt across your skin at the scrape of his calluses and your mind fills with thoughts of how those hands would feel on the rest of your body.
You breathe out his name once more as his head dips, his lips just brushing along yours when the doorbell rings.
With a muttered curse, he retreats, his eyes filled with the promise that this isn’t over.
“I’ll get it,” you squeak.
He catches you by the arm to stop you.
“I’ll get it doll face,” he rumbles, letting his eyes sweep down your body. “No way I’m lettin’ anyone else see you like this.”
You nod with wide eyes and hurry back to your bedroom, quickly glancing back to watch as he lifts his shirt over his head and shoves his glasses onto his face.
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“Who was it?” you ask when you return, now dressed in leggings and a new shirt.
“The landlord,” he answers. “My water should be fixed by five.”
“Ok, great,” you say with far too much cheer. “Coffee?”
“Sure, thanks doll,” he says as he takes the hair tie from his wrist and secures his hair at the base of his neck in a small bun.
You stare for a moment too long before looking away and trying to focus on making the coffee.
A few minutes later you walk into your small living room, mugs in hand and sit next to him on the couch. You place the steaming coffee down on the small table and snuggle into his side.
“Thanks again,” he says.
“For what?”
“For letting me crash here and take a shower.”
“Of course,” you tell him. “I’m just glad one of us has working water to use. It seems like everything goes wrong all at once in this building.”  
Your gazes hold for a second before he reaches for his coffee. When he sits back you lean into him again.
“There’s a whole lotta couch ya know doll,” he teases.
“You’re warm and you smell nice,” you pout even as you push yourself away from him.  
He goes to reach for you so he can tuck you back against him but unfortunately during all the shifting you manage to spill a spot of your coffee on his shirt.
“OH MY GOD,” you screech as you plop your coffee back on the table, spilling more, before you grab his shirt and pull it away from his body. “I’m sorry! Are you ok?”
He carefully places his coffee mug down and gives you a lopsided smirk.
“Pretty sure that was my fault,” he says sheepishly. “And I’m fine doll. Don’t worry.”
Your fingers slip higher and you lift the wet fabric, searching his skin for any redness.
His stomach muscles flex under your touch.
“Are you sure?” you whisper, finally dragging your eyes away from his skin.
“I’m sure,” he replies, his voice gruff.
Suddenly, the air feels too thick and the feel of him under your fingers, the heat from his body and the way his eyes shine with desire makes it hard to breathe.
You lick your lips, needing to kiss him.
His head dips to yours as you move upward and then his mouth is on you, frantic and hungry.
Strong arms circle around you, his hands splayed over your back as he pulls you closer until you’re straddling him.
You roll your hips against him, feeling how much he wants you. Your hands dance along his chest and reach behind his head to tug his hair free of the tie, letting it spill out around his face before you slide your fingers through the silky strands. His glasses go askew and he pulls away just fast enough to rip them off and drop them on the couch.
His large hands smooth down to your waist to grip your hips and you feel the pressure of him holding you down as you grind over him again and again. Tightening his hold, he lifts his hips, increasing the pressure.
With every roll of your hips you grow needier and his grip turns bruising.
“I need to come Bucky,” you murmur against his lips.
He growls your name, and then kisses you again, keeping your hips in constant motion over the hardness between his legs.
“Fuck,” he grunts, his cheeks flushed.
“Please,” you whine, your fingernails digging into his skin. “I need you. I need you inside m…”
Ding Dong
“You have to be fucking kidding me,” he growls.
You’re still seated in his lap, your heavy breathing the only sound when the bell buzzes again.
“Don’t move,” he commands as he gently lifts you up.
He adjusts himself in his jeans and grabs his glasses, pushing them up and over his nose. With one last longing glance he starts to walk toward the door.
“Bucky wait!” you call quietly.
He stops and looks back as you hop off the couch and go to him. You press your body along his and reach up to fix his hair and adjust his glasses.
“There…,” you say. “Your hair was a bit mussed and your glasses were crooked.”
“Thanks,” he says with a grin then grabs you around the waist, presses you so close that feel every inch of him and kisses you until you’re breathless.
Third buzz of the bell.
He stomps away and opens the door with too much force, making you giggle. Then you hear him saying a lot of “uh huh, ok, that’s fine, yeah, yeah,” and then the door slams shut and the lock clicks.  
“Was that the landlord again?” you ask as he stalks toward you.
He nods but doesn’t elaborate and when you open your mouth to ask more questions he presses a long finger against your lips.  
“It’s fine,” he says. “Now…”
He starts walking you backward toward the couch and sits, pulling you down over his lap.
“Where were we?” he murmurs with a whisper of his lips along yours.
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Cowboy Casanova
Pairing: Jake Seresin x Reader
Warnings: suggestive language, some swearing
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The air in the bar was electric and thick with smoke; the speakers blaring footloose as you watched a big majority of people go to the dance floor. You were sat at the bar with your best friend, talking and catching up. Your head was thrown back in laughter, alcohol coursing through your veins.
“I’d like to buy these two ladies two shots of what they’re already drinking. Add it to my tab.” You heard an all too familiar voice come up to the bar beside you. The shit eating grin of Jake seresin met you as you turned your head, a mumbled swear leaving your lips. “I’d also like you guys to come and hangout with my buddies and I, if you guys are interested.” Damn it, you forgot the pull he had on you.
You took a deep breath, immediately saying no as your friend said yes. You caught a look of confusion flash across Jake’s face before he regained his composure. “Well, we’re right over there whenever you two make up your minds.” He tipped his hat before he turned and walked away.
Your friend looked at you incredulously, her mouth hanging open. “What the actual hell are you thinking? He’s fine as hell!” She looked at you as if you had two heads, waiting for your answer. She had you by the arm as she pulled you away from the bar.
You just shook your head and sighed, looking back at her. “Him and I have history. It’s.. complicated.” You didn’t want to admit that you fell for your on again off again friend with benefits, but it had happened. Then, he had left with the navy for almost a year, and you hadn’t heard from him since and you were a tad bit jaded about all of it. “He’s just bad news. Trust me on this.”
She just gave you a look, debating on asking before she just shook her head and accepted the answer. “Well alright then. But, I’m telling you right now he can’t keep his eyes off of you.” Your friend was now facing the opposite direction, her gaze directly on Jake and his friends before she saw you try and slap her playfully. She just laughed, winking at you before she walked off to the dance floor.
You let out a small sigh as you decided to turn around, your gaze immediately meeting Jake’s as he motioned you towards him, mouthing “come here.” You hesitated for a second before walking towards him, leaning against the wall beside him.
His bigger frame was soon in front of you, his arm placed against the wall above your head as he leaned in towards you. It was his favorite position to have you in, especially in busy places like this. “Well, hi darlin’.” The way he called that was enough to make your knees weak, your voice catching in your throat.
“You look good. The navy is treating you well.” You decided to skip the small talk and get into a rhythm of banter that you were more familiar with. You felt his green eyes staring into yours, your bottom lip pulling between your teeth before you said your next words. “I bet you have girls throwing themselves at you in San Diego.”
He just chuckled and smirked, a cocky glint in his eye. “I mean, I do. But, there’s something about this damn girl in Austin. She’s all I can ever fucking think about. No matter how long I’m gone.” His lips were close to your ear now, closing in on the sensitive skin right under your earlobe. It caused you to gasp, balling his shirt up in your fist as you let out a small squeak of pleasure. “And tonight she’s playing hard to get.”
You swallowed thickly, practically melting into his touch as he moved his free hand down to push your shirt up a bit. He moved his fingers to the exposed skin of your hip, drawing circles with his fingertips. “Y-you’re lying.” You managed to squeak out before he chuckled again, moving his lips back up to your ear.
“Sweetheart, if you haven’t noticed what you do to me yet, you’re blind.” His voice was husky and laced with lust, his lips moving to ghost over yours once, twice, three times. “You drive me absolutely insane.”
You let out a groan of frustration, standing on your tiptoes to let your lips meet his. “I want you all to myself. Especially tonight.” The words left your lips with a hint of desperation, Jake chuckling and smirking as he pulled away from you.
He reached up and took the cowboy hat off his head, setting it down on yours. “All you had to do was ask, baby girl.” Your eyes scanned over him as you heard the words he told you the first night he met you. You wear the hat, you ride the cowboy. Not that you ever had a problem with that. In fact, everytime you saw him you managed to steal his hat for that exact reason. “Now, get your friend home safe. Then we’ll meet up tomorrow. Keep the hat until then. I want everyone to know you’re mine.”
You smiled as you readjusted the hat on your head, running your hands down his chest briefly as you decided to get him even more riled up. “I mean, I gotta abide by the hat rule now. The hat stays on during that, by the way.”
“Trust me, I 100% agree. That hat is staying on all night tomorrow.” He sent a wink your way before you felt his fingers on the waist band of your shorts, a piece of paper being slid between your underwear and your waist band. “Oh, and when you can’t stop thinking of me later, there’s my phone number.” You swore under your breath as he pressed his body against yours before he winked and backed away, leaving you sexually frustrated and aching for him.
Oh, you definitely would be using that phone number later.
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starlitmark · 2 months
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Summary: Both you and Taeyong love waking up to slow, soft sex early in the morning. Pairing: Taeyong x fem!reader Tropes: established relationship au, soulmate au (mind link/shared dreams) Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: soul links, language Smut Warnings: unprotected sex, somnophilia, grinding Word Count: 600 Host Tags: @sanjoongie @thelargefrye Note: sorry this is late!! Things happened at home Before You Interact February Filth Masterlist
Listen to ♡ Velvet by EXID
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You wake before Taeyong does most days. Most days, you both are up and running out the door for work. Then, there are days like today. The rays of the sun shine through the sheer white curtains. (After coming home late last night, you forgot to draw the heavier ones that block out the light.). Taeyong’s soothing breathing adds just the slightest bit of noise to the quiet space. You hardly awake yourself and debate falling back to sleep. Instead, you catch a glimpse of your soulmate’s dream through your mind link. It’s just the two of you on a cute little picnic date in some flowery field. It’s cute in every sense of the word. Normally, you don’t intend to see Taeyong’s dreams, often times you leave him to his dreams in peace. For some reason, today, you just couldn’t block it out. You roll over and look at your boyfriend. He seems entirely peaceful other than his eyebrows being furrowed.
Letting out a soft breath, you close your eyes and mentally step through the link between your minds. The doorway of sorts is wide open. You find yourself in Taeyong’s dream a moment later and are pleasantly surprised to see what he dreams about. Immediately you’re greeted with the feeling of your boyfriend fully inside you. His face is tucked into your shoulder as he smoothly and methodically thrusts into you.
That’s another thing about your mind links, when you step into the space, you are actually a part of the dream or any other content that occupies the space. You’ll often find Taeyong stepping into the shared space to just hang out and talk when you’re apart. Now though, you’ve taken the place of your dream self and are so happy you did.
Clinging to him, you let out a broken moan. Each thrust is perfectly angled to brush up against your g-spot. Taeyong starts placing placing kisses along your neck and shoulder. The sensation sends chills up and down your spine.
“Hi, sweetheart, you finally join me?” He gasps.
“Yongie–” you moan, “Feels so good.”
“I should’ve gotten you in here quicker, fuck, I’m not gonna last.”
You wrap your legs around his waist, hoping to urge him to go faster. The heat in your belly is starting to become a fire. You’re still very much sleepy, but the feeling of your boyfriend inside you has you more desperate than you could ever describe. Taeyong gently pulls your legs around his waist and pulls you onto his lap. Now you can properly see the landscape of his dream. You’re in a stunning, vibrantly colored valley. Taeyong doesn’t give you long to process your surroundings before he’s thrusting up into you at a pace that makes you see stars.
“Fuck– I’m gonna cum, baby.” Taeyong groans, peppering kisses against your chest.
Before you can respond, you’re startled out of the dreamscape. You open your eyes to see yourself cuddled up against Taeyong’s chest. He groans and rubs his eyes before looking over at you. He doesn’t say a word; instead, he leans in and kisses you softly. Rolling over to be over you, he lets one of his hands wander down your side to rub small circles into your waist. You gasp as he slots himself between your legs and starts grinding against you. Nothing could beat mornings like this. The feeling of your soulmate loving you and you love him. Being able to share such a strong connetion without any words being exchanged. All of it was so velvety and warm. You never want to leave.
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luimagines · 2 months
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That Dragon Au Part 7
I had forgotten how slow going this story is. ^.^*
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Chapter 7: Breakfast Time
Enno woke up and took a deep breath. They stretched and felt like they were actually well rested for a change. And then they noticed Warrior was not in the bed.
They instantly tensed up and looked around, not seeing him anywhere. They put down Wind gently and got out of bed looking to see if there was a note or something.
"Over here, Love." Warrior calls out to them softly. He was sitting at his desk. It no longer looks like chaos and he appeared to be working on something.
Enno nearly jumped out of their skin, "God- my heart." 
They put their hand on their chest to calm their heart. They headed over to him and gave him a kiss. 
Warrior smiles into the kiss and pulls back. "Sorry, I should have warned you that I tend to wake up early anyway."
"You don't stop, do you?" They sighed, holding their head on top of his. Enno grunted slightly and huff, keeping their voice quiet for the boy still sleeping in the bed. "I forgot to do something yesterday and couldn't do it while Wind was between us."
"What did you forget to do, Love?" Warrior asked softly, careful to still not wake up Wind.
Enno looked down and noticed that he was drawing something, something that looked awfully familiar now that they thought about it. Enno started playing with his hair, trying to do the same thing that they did yesterday while they were experimenting with the whole claiming thing that dragons do. 
"Nothing really, just something I should have done right away." They nuzzled their face in his hair before turning to his paper. "What-cha drawing? Me and Wind?"
Warrior was calming from their touch before he perked up and flopped over the desk. "I ummm.... yeah..."
He pulls back and shows them with a clearer view to the paper underneath his arms. He seemed to be drawing a fairly realistic charcoal picture of them and Wind asleep next to each other in the bed. "I finished the work that I had to leave behind... so I... started this."
Enno continued to put their scent on him. “You’re really good. Better at realism than I am. Can you put that with your horde when you're done? I want to keep it.” They slowly bring him back up from hiding it. “If you don’t, it's going to be my treasure now.”
They give him a kiss on the temple.
Warrior take a breath. "You can have it. I don't typically keep my drawings. And before you ask, it's a habit. My desk isn't usually that messy. I try to keep myself away from paper as much as I can....being a fire dragon and all."
“Thank you.” They give him a few more kisses. “Shall I wake up Wind? We have to tell him the plans today.” They whispered. “He is going to be so excited. You better win him that prize from the game.”
Warrior turns in his chair, watching them adoringly. "Do you want to use the bath first? I can wake Wind up and we can all have breakfast."
They still had their arms around him. “I would love one, but I don’t have anything to wear. And at this point I should just move my stuff into here.” They twirl their finger around his hair again. “But I would love to have a family breakfast.”
Warrior purrs, his eyes closing in content. He smirks a bit. "You can always just wear my clothes. You happen to look stunning in them."
Enno baps his head lightly. “Fine but remember your things are bigger on me.” They rolled their eyes as they made their way to the dresser. It took a few tries but at least they remembered where his horde was. 
“Ah.” They picked out a red tunic. They debated on the pants but the tunic was longer than the one they wore yesterday so it would be literally a dress on them. 
“I’m taking this one!” They closed the drawer, grabbing the headband they left on the top and went into the bath. They put it all on the counter in the bathroom after shutting the door.
Warrior leaned back his chair, crossing his legs with his ankle over his knee, watching them go.
After they closed the door he smirks fully and stands, making his way to the bed. He shakes Wind's shoulder. "Wake up pirate, we're going to go on an adventure today."
Wind hums and blearily opens his eyes. "Huh?"
"You're going to get that prize." Warrior winks. "Up. We don't have much long until Enno gets out of the bath."
Enno laid down, relaxing in the bath once it was filled. They were still sore and felt grimy. There was a faint feeling of pain on their back from yesterday. They start humming, taking their time for once.
Pain shoots up their spine when they tried to lift their arms up. “Ow ow ow ow ow, ok, that’s not happening.” They hissed as they felt a pulled muscle by their upper back. It was going to take them a longer time than they thought to actually bathe.
Warrior and Wind dash out of the room, heading to the guest room where their stuff was. They grab as much as Enno’s things as they can and run back. Not wanting to actually be suspicious, they simply place it on the bed.
Warrior stretches his arms over his head, a satisfying pop being heard from his shoulders. "Ok Wind. Your turn. You gotta get ready for today too. At least change your clothes."
Wind and Warrior go about their morning routines. Warrior managed to sneak some of Wind's stuff into the room as well while he was distracted.
He wasn't sure if he should also take a bath or wait until nightfall but he wants to wait for Enno.
Enno finished and got out slowly. Giving themselves a small pat down so as to not make their back worse. Putting on the new set of clothing, they made an attempt to dress down the hairband by braiding their hair here or there. They have trouble deciding if it looks good or not. They huffed when it didn’t work, but it was the best they could do.
Warrior is dressed casually when they finally get out. His smile widens and he lets out an appreciative whistle. "Beautiful. Absolutely stunning."
He chuckles, getting to his feet and adjusting the head band on their head. He untangled a bit of their hair and tucks it into some other parts where they would be tighter and fit better.
"Better?"
Enno looked in the mirror. Somehow he had made it look like the headband was actually a ribbon that had been intertwined with their hair. He dressed it down perfectly.
Enno blushed and looked away but then noticed their stuff on the bed. “Wait- when did you two… why?”
They turned back to Warrior, confused, before realizing why and turned red again. “You know now I have to unload things here.”
Warrior shrugs. "Fine by me."
"This way you don't have to go and get your things. They’re already here!" Wind cheers, sitting on the bed. "I got some of mine too so we have to figure out a place to put everything but it shouldn't be too hard."
Warrior waves him off. "If there's no space then I get another dresser or something."
Enno had to take a moment to take a breath. They couldn’t help but soften at the gesture. “You two are going to be the death of me I swear.” 
Enno gives both of them a hug and a kiss on the cheek / forehead separately. “I love you both so much but I thought we were going to have breakfast together?”
"Yes!" Wind cheers, vaulting off of the bed and toward the door. "Let's go eat!"
Warrior bows dramatically, offering his elbow. "Shall we?"
“Of course.” They take his arm and we follow Wind out. They felt a little self conscious about leaving the room because it's been a safe haven from Cia this whole time. But it wasn’t a good look if they simply went in and never came back out again. They took Wind in their other hand so he wouldn't go too far ahead.
Warrior hums as he purrs by their side. "Zelda is pretty good at keeping the dining hall scarce of arguments so we should be ok to go eat together. If it gets interrupted, we can get something while we're out on the town "
“That’s… good at least.” Enno thinks about it. They’re not inclined to agree but it’s better than nothing. 
“People are still staring.” They whisper as more maids pass. They seem surprised by their look. That or they are just staring at Warriors. They put their head on his shoulder trying to ignore the stares. “I guess I did turn into a dragon the other day.”
"True." Warrior swings their hand a bit, leaning his head against their own. "I also tend to get a few stares just by walking. Dragons are few and far in-between. There are only five who actually live in the capital, Zelda and myself included. So more or new dragons are quite the sight to see."
They hummed. "I think the stares for you are for another reason. The most eligible bachelor got hitched." 
Enno nudged him teasingly, having a sinking feeling this is something they weren’t going to let go anytime soon. At least they weren't so stressed about heading to eat. They were still worried about Cia but not as much to dampen their mood.
Warrior grins, adopting a little pep in his step. "Well I wouldn't say we're married yet but you bring up a good point."
Wind laughs from the other side. "You certainly fell into the part pretty quickly. Why not seal the deal already? You clearly like each other."
"Wind!" They instantly shoved their face into Warrior's shoulder to hide a blush. "I assume this isn't something you just do on a whim. It's like a proposal right? Slightly planned out? It's not like I would rather one way or another. It seems like it's going to happen anyway. Ahhhhhh..." 
Warrior chuckles, kissing the top of their head. "There is a process. It might be fast to human standards but dragons also don’t leave much room for second guessing. However, it's only been a few days."
Warrior reached over and flicked Wind's head. "There's no rush either. So let's try to take some things one at a time. Such as making sure we all have fun today."
“Only been a few days… From what I heard you’ve been trying to court me for a while now, Sir.” Enno started to purr as they walked into the dining hall. “Do you think we can’t get Hyrule to do a small check up? I’m still worried about the thing I mentioned yesterday.”
Warrior blushes as he kicks a bit of the carpeted floor. "I meant after the claim has been made...."  He laughs nervously. "I uhh... I just wanted your attention at first... like I said, I never thought I'd actually have a relationship."
He smiles and grips their hand a bit tighter. "Yeah, we can ask Hyrule to check it out before we leave..... Are you feeling any better by the way? Still sore?"
"Had some weird phantom pains on my back while in the bath. I know I don't have the condition I had in my world. I'm just worried if there is something else wrong with me instead." They lift up his hand kissing it.
"Yuck." Wind pretends to gag, running a bit ahead to the dining hall door.
Warrior nods and tries to think about what it might be. He pulls their hand up to kiss it as well. "I don't suppose that it's merely stretched from the sudden addition of wings. I know that young dragons itch and are sore when their wings begin growing for the first time. Not all dragons are born with them already in their form, you see. So while it's not commonplace, it's not rare either."
"Getting it looked at isn't a bad idea though." Warrior opens the door for the both of them since Wind didn't hold it open. "Just in case."
"Those are two different ailments. I want to make sure I don't have a magical version of not being able to create energy." Enno stated as they walked in. Wind had already plopped himself down with some of the others waiting for them.
"Concerning." Warrior notes. "I'm sure Hyrule can help it. But I think you would be better off actually looking into a professional opinion."
"Enno!" Wind calls out. "Sit by me!"
"About time the two of you showed up." Legend says, putting his cheek against his fist. "We were wondering when the honeymoon was going to end."
"Legend, be nice. Cia was going crazy. We know that Warrior is the number one target." Four punches his shoulder.
"Actually Legend the Honeymoon is after the wedding. We were just having an engagement celebration." Enno said, sitting next to Wind. They made a mental note to ask Warrior where exactly a professional is. "How have you guys been? I feel like it's been years."
Sky smiles. "We've been alright. We've mostly avoided the drama."
"Is Pinky ok?" Hyrule leans forward. "I heard what happened but they said I wasn't needed."
"Meaning they wouldn't let him in." Legend chimes in. "Heard through the grapevine that you both got hit too. You ok?"
“Well… turns out I’m now a dragon. But also the… uh… human? Part? Of the half form is how I looked back in my world. So that's fun.” They tried to be as casual as possible as some maids put our food down. “I still don’t know how you got hit, Captain.”
"Cia threw a fit and some magic. I did my job." Warrior explains simply.
Legend hisses in sympathy and empathetic pain. He goes to subconsciously scratch his shoulder. "Aimed at Enno?"
"Yup."
"I heard it hurt your wing." Hyrule mutters
"It did."
"It was pretty bad." Wind speaks up. "I don't think he's going to be able to fly for a while."
All the boys grimaced and stared in front of them. Clearly there's some significance there.
Enno looked at their faces and just whistled. Enno picks up their fork to start eating. “Aaaannnyyyway. What do you guys have planned today?”
Four perks up. “Oh! There was a blacksmith that was letting me use his shop yesterday. I was going to continue working on our weapons and armors before we leave. It’s been awhile since I got to fix everyone’s stuff.”
Legend smirks and gabs a thumb in Hyrules direction. "He's going to try and sneak into the medical bay and I'm going to watch."
"Legend please.... I just want to learn some more things before we go."
"I was just going to be in the library all day." Sky starts eating his food. "Do you have any plans?"
Enno grew more interested in their food suddenly as the realization hit them. “Well… We are going out into town.” They give Warriors a small nudge. “A ‘family’ day is what we are calling it.”
“There’s a game in the town square! Warrior is going to win it for me!” Wind cheers
"You bet I am." Warrior grins, nudging Enno’s foot from under the table. "It's just a bit of fun for today. I think we deserve it."
Time didn’t take too long to get to the dining hall. “Oh.” He wasn’t sure why he was surprised that other people were still around eating breakfast. 
Enno looked up and waved Time over. “You look better.”
“You seem different.” He shoots back. “I heard what happened. Glad to see everyone is ok.” Before the Old Man sits on the other side of Warrior, he chanced a glance at Wind. “Sorry if I scared you yesterday Sailor.”
"Is Pinky ok?" Wind asks instead.
"And has anyone seen Wild and the Rancher. " Legend adds on. "I haven't seen them since yesterday."
“She’s… Recovering. It’s going to take around a month or so to actually fully heal. Her back took the most damage. ” Time states trying to remember everything the nurses said. “Pup and Cub decided to go out early since we ordered some clothing for Pinky yesterday.”
“Are there visiting hours to the med bay?” Enno asked, “I should probably tell her that I’ve been turned.”
“Oh she already knows, she said to tell you that you ditched her, and left her alone in the human corner.” He said with a deadpan look, then looked at Warrior. “Captain, did Impa tell you about my offer? I was thinking about bringing some of it back or at least marking the location off so you guys can find it later.”
"I would assume that there are visiting hours but you should have no problem.." Time runs his hand through his hair as he continues. "They let me in pretty easily."
"Well, that's because you're her dragon. She's your human." Sky points a fork in Time's direction. "You get priority access."
Warrior cuts over that as he also addresses Time and his words. "I've heard of it. While I appreciate the offer, I'm not currently able to go and get it myself so as it stands, it's still fairly up for grabs unless someone goes and gets it."
"Don't forget we only have three more days here." Legend says in between bites. "Hyrule and I have been keeping track of how long we stay in one world before we move to another. Anything that needs to get done better should be finished as soon as possible."
Enno didn’t want to feel relieved that the group only had three more days but it flowed through their entire being. They tried not to make it visible though. “We should also have a game plan when we get Pinky on the road. If she is only fully healed in a month, I can only assume she can’t really do much.”
Time on the other hand understands Warrior’s words as he should go and get the treasure. He still has his magic pouch from his adventures he doesn’t really use as much. He should see how much exactly he can fit inside and bring back. “I only have a few more errands to run before I’m set to go. I intend to get it all done today so I can spend the rest of our time with Pinky.”
Legend and Sky grin to themselves at Times words but say nothing.
Wind is borderline vibrating in his seat. "I'm so excited! When can we go!?"
"Hold on Wind, we still have to finish eating." Warrior chuckles, playfully nudging Enno’s foot with his own once more. "Take care, Time. Don't take too long. You've got somebody who needs you."
Enno pokes back with their foot, unsure of what he is doing. They finished up their meal in relative peace, simply listening to the others talk at this point.
“I know. It won't take me that much time.” Time states with confidence. “You three be safe and have fun in the town.”
Warrior pokes back, his face not betraying anything. "We'll try our best. Don't get into any more trouble."
"Easier said than done." Hyrule laments. "We only have a few days left so we might as well get the best out of them. When are Wild and Twi coming back again?"
“If anything, I’m expecting it at this point.” Enno puts their utensils down and leans on Warriors. “I’m hopeful though.”
Time’s face softens a bit. He really wished that his day with Pinky was a bit better. He puts a thought in his head to have a redo day with you later in another era. “Soon, I was going to meet with them at the clothing shop.” He looked at the time, and stood up taking the apple on his plate with him. “Which I have to go to now.”
Warrior doesn't hesitate to wrap his arm around Enno’s shoulders, finishing his plate. "Don't destroy the shop."
Wind giggles and cleans his plate before borderline jumping out of his chair. "Ok ok, can we go now?"
Warrior looks at them lovingly. "Good to go?"
Time rolls his eyes on his way out. “I’ll try not to.” He says quicking his pace. Maybe he shouldn’t go to the treasure today. He would have to see when he gets to the shop and unload the clothing back at the castle. He was going straight to the shop. No detours.
“Mhm.” Enno was a little tired but it was fine to go out. They get up from their chair, waving goodbye to the others. “Have a good day guys.” 
Warrior hums and rubs their arm, waving to the others as well as he leads them away. "Are you feeling ok, sweetheart? Your magic is low."
They didn’t know how to explain it, “I feel low… Like how my other condition was like.” They whispered so Wind didn’t hear it. “Don’t worry too much. Let’s just have a good day out. You said you wanted to show me our home?”
Warrior nods and drops his arm to hold their hand. "Alright. But let me know if you feel any worse. There's a potion seller in the middle of the city, so we can simply go in and get one to help you replenish what's been lost."
"Can you two stop flirting?" Wind groans. "Come on! Let's go play!"
Feeling warm inside but also a bit woozy and shaky, Enno sighs and follows the boy. “I think it might be a good idea to still get something and we will, Wind. Show us the way.”
Warrior nods and squeezes their hand for a moment before he pulls them closer, wrapping his arm around their waist. Wind cheers and takes off running in the direction of the game from the day before. 
"I'll get a few then and see if that helps you feel better." Warrior pokes his nose against their head. "I'd hate to see you get sick so soon."
Enno doesn't reply back. They were already feeling sick. They were able to make it to the game stall though. They sat down nearby and gulped. They were feeling shaky and dizzy, besides they didn’t know how to play. “I think I’ll let you guys play.”
Warrior frowns. "Alright, Wind. How do we play?"
"You have to take the hammer and hit this button. It sends the puck upwards and the higher it goes, the better the prize. You get a huge one if you can ring the bell." Wind jumps in place.
Warrior takes one look at the toy and his stomach turns from the unease.
"I'll tell you what. Can you go down the street to a small shop that has flowers in the front? It should have yellow windows with green letters." Warrior passes Wind some rupees. "Go inside and order some magic potions, ok? And I'll ring the bell."
Enno started to feel tired as soon as they sat down. This was definitely low blood sugar, but it should be fine. They ate. Looking back up, they only saw Warriors playing the game. They got confused. Where did Wind go?
Warrior watches Wind run off before he grabs the biggest hammer and swings it onto the platform. He reaches 3/4s of the way and smiles.
He takes his prize and pays again. This time he actually puts his strength into it.
The bell rings.
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Ok here it is as promised!
Rhett Abbott x older Aussie Reader! 
So it’s a love letter to my Aussie 30+ ladies out there. But anyone can enjoy a dirty soft arse man Rhett with a little authority kink (some might call it something else but in no way is this man a sub.)
18+ as the SMUT is detailed in this one (well for my writing it is)!
Also I’m also almost at 500 followers! Thank you so much to all of you for reading and enjoying my fics.
God I hope you enjoy xo
Rhett Abbott was bored. Tired of fucking the same kind of woman over and over. Over the same heavily made-up faces, fake tits and hollow small talk. Bored of drunken girls who were out to screw a cowboy. He was ready for something different.
Someone different.
A girl who could make him laugh, someone who could keep him on his toes and put him in his place. And if it was on the cards, he wouldn’t mind falling in love either.
Unfortunately in his little piece of the world, Rhett was unlikely to meet anyone like that.
Or so he thought.
Rhett had finished up with the Saturday morning ranch work and was headed to the house for lunch when Cecelia called out to him. “Rhett, the new vet’s checkin’ on the heifers. Go on and tell ‘em they can join us for lunch when they’re finished.”
He nodded and turned towards the small grazing yard where they kept the pregnant cows. Royal had been livid when their long-time vet announced his retirement right before calving season. Thankfully Cecelia had found a new one in the area willing to take them on.
As Rhett opened the gate, he wondered about this vet. He didn’t know of any locals with the training and there weren’t exactly many people clambering to move to Wabang voluntarily.
Especially a woman with a backside like that.
Rhett was greeted with a very nice, round ass in tight jeans bent over an equipment bag. He debated saying something or even clearing his throat to announce his arrival, but damned if he didn’t want to take in the view for just a little longer.
A distinctive female voice broke his appraisal. “I can feel ya perving at my bum.”
What the fuck has her perfect ass got to do with a homeless person?
The owner of the backside in question turned around with a smirk on her face.
“That’s right. Bum doesn’t mean the same thing in America. And ass is a donkey. Don’t know if my aaarrrse is perfect, but I’m happy to take the compliment,” she teased softly, drawing out her pronunciations.
Crap.
Rhett winced. He’d obviously said that out aloud.
He took a good look at the girl in front of him. Quite young to be a vet; about the same age as him or maybe older by a couple of years. Nice full tits under her t-shirt and wide hips and shapely thighs poured into those tight jeans. And a natural face and pretty eyes that peered up at him from under her hat.
Shit she’s gorgeous.
She didn’t flinch under his gaze. Her eyes twinkled with mischief and her smirk grew wider. “Why don’t ya take a picture, cowboy. It’ll last longer.”
Rhett wanted to kiss that fucking smirk off her face.
He shook the thought out of his head and had the decency to show a little shame for openly checking her out. He removed his cap and ran a hand through his hair. “I… ah… sorry ma’am.”
She snorted. “No worries mate. I’m just taking the piss,” she said in a unique accent.
Mate? And what the hell does taking a leak got to do with anything?
Rhett looked at her with interest but was completely confused. “Got no clue what you’re on ‘bout. Your accent, you’re ah…”
“I’m Aussie. Yeah sorry. Kind of forgot you guys have no idea what I’m saying. It means it’s OK and I’m just messing with ya. And mate is a fond way of calling you a friend,” she laughed lightly.
She stepped forward and offered her hand to shake. “G’day. I’m YFN. How’s it goin?”
He took her hand in his and sucked in a sharp breath. The simple touch was electric, and the feeling took Rhett by surprise.
Jesus.
Rhett cleared his throat as he dropped her hand, and he squeezed his hand open and shut to adjust to the feeling. He blinked his eyes a few times and tried to form a sentence in the wake of his weird reaction.
“I’m Rhett. You’re umm… a bit outta place here in Wabang and kinda young to be a vet aren’t you.” He cringed as soon as the words left his mouth.
YFN cocked her head at him, and the corner of her mouth lifted in a smug smile. “What are you like 28? Aren’t ya kinda old to be living with mummy and daddy still?”
Well shit.
She was fucking cheeky. Rhett chuckled at her comeback. “You got me there. I’m 26. Sorry I ah didn’t mean...”
“All good mate. I’m fucking with ya.” YFN winked at him, and she ran her eyes over him before returning to meet his gaze.
Wouldn’t mind fucking her. That’s for damn sure.
And Rhett definitely didn’t want to be her mate. In fact he wanted to fuck the word mate right out of her mouth.
“And not that it should matter ‘bout my age, but I’m 35. And I’ve put in lots of hard yakka to get where I am. I might be in woop woop in a different country, but I promise ya, I know what I’m doin.” YFN said.
Rhett was surprised at her age; she was a few years older than Perry but certainly didn’t look it. And he had no idea what any of the crazy shit coming out of her mouth meant. But he didn’t care. YFN was obviously interesting, witty and smart and he liked that. And Rhett had never been with an older woman before, and that was a real turn on.
He must have still looked a bit puzzled at her words because she laughed lightly at him again and explained. “Hard yakka means hard work and woop woop means the middle of nowhere.”
“I best get a dictionary if we’re gonna spend more time together.” Rhett said without thinking.
Shit.
Rhett wanted to get to know her alright; he just didn’t mean to blurt it out like that.
YFN raised an eyebrow in question. “Well I spose I could use help with the calving. Gonna be snowed under since they all look to be starting parturition at similar times.”
He frowned a little but nodded, it wasn’t exactly what he meant but he’d take anything he could get.
And what the hell is snowed under? It’s bloody spring.
As if she could read his mind, YFN looked him up and down with a sparkle in her eyes with the smirk back on her face.
That sexy fuckin’ smirk.
“Snowed under means I’ll be busy. Ta Rhett. I appreciate the help. Just wondering though, if you’re only 26… how can I be sure that ya know what you’re doin?”
God, he hoped she wasn’t talking about the damn cows anymore and he thought he’d test the waters a bit.
“Might be younger than you, but I definitely know what I’m doin’,” he drawled, with a wry smile.
YFN looked slightly intrigued at his confession. “And you’re the kind of bloke that can handle being told what to do by a woman?”
Rhett’s chest rumbled with laughter at her response. “I’m guessin’ bloke is a man?”
YFN chuckled at him. “Now you’re catching on...”
He took a half step into her space. “Sure am. And I’m always happy to help a woman in need. But I’ve found most girls I meet seem to like me in charge,” he teased lightly.
YFN’s smile and the glint in her eye remained but she replied casually. “Well aren’t ya a confident one. Hate to tell you though… I’m not like most girls. Mate.”
Fuck. Hate that bloody word.
“No, you sure ain’t. And I might be a little cocky. But I promise you, I can definitely back it up.” Rhett said suggestively.
YFN burst out laughing.
Rhett was really confused now. She had been flirting with him, but this hadn’t gone quite as he expected. Usually he didn’t have to try real hard to get the attention he wanted. In fact, most of the time a small smile and a few choice words would have already had a woman well on their way to wanting to fuck him. Sometimes after a bull ride all he had to do was make eye contact with some bunny and they sucked his cock.
But YFN was clearly wiser and very different to his usual type. And he didn’t mind one bit. She obviously knew who she was and respected herself and wasn’t going to put up with his shit. It was hot as hell, and he really liked that.
Rhett really liked her.
He enjoyed watching her doubled over laughing, but Rhett still had no idea what he’d said to cause it.
YFN gripped his arm to keep her balance while her laughter died down. Rhett’s forearm tingled where her palm touched him, and warmth spread into his chest.
Christ.
“Sorry… sorry,” she said as she wiped a few tears from her eyes.
“It’s just you called yourself a small cockroach.” YFN giggled and the sweet sound went straight to his dick.
Jesus.
He held her gaze and took another half step towards her and she dropped her hand from his arm. Any closer and her tits would touch his chest.
“That’s not what I meant, and you fuckin’ know it,” he said in a deep throaty voice.
YFN blushed.
Fuck yes.
She tugged nervously on her ear. That and her rosy, pink cheeks were the first real glimpse that he had an effect on her. She tried to hide it, but Rhett caught it.
YFN broke eye contact, stepped back and picked up her bag. “Do you ah.. do you know where Royal is? I found a couple of membranes and the other heifers are showing vulval swelling,” she said distractedly.
Shit. Back to business. Might have pushed too far and screwed this up.
“Yeah, he’s in the house. Ma wants you to join us for lunch. I umm… I would really like it too. That’s if you want to.” Rhett said hesitantly and rubbed his hand on the back of his neck.
He watched her closely and her plump lips turned up into a small smile. “I could eat. Plus I don’t think I’m goin anywhere. I reckon things are gonna kick off soon with these heifers and they’ll be mums by the arvo.”
Rhett grinned at the promise of her staying, but he scrunched his eyebrows together, once again baffled by her words. “What the hell is arvo?”
YFN laughed lightly at him as they walked to the fence. “Afternoon. We shorten a lotta shit and most times stick a vowel on the end. Like agro, servo, cuppa, footy, sanga, brolly or sickie.”
“I have no fuckin’ idea what any of that means.” Rhett chuckled and opened the gate for her.
Fuck it.
As she passed through, he ghosted his hand along her spine and rest it lightly on the small of her back. “But I like the sound of anythin’ that comes out of your pretty little mouth,” he whispered in a low voice.
YFN stopped dead in her tracks and sighed.
Shit. Definitely fucked this up.
She turned to face Rhett and looked him in the eye. “Listen. You seem fun and sweet and you’re fucking hot as. But if the word around Wabang is anything to go by, then you’re just after a root. I probably shouldn’t have flirted with ya knowing that. I’m a lot older than you Rhett, and I’m trying to build a life here, so I’m after more than one night. She’ll be apples if you’re not interested in me like that.”
Rhett had no clue what some of that stood for, but he caught that YFN didn’t think he liked her in a more serious way. And he didn’t give a shit about the age difference. He was stunned by her directness; he wasn’t used to girls who didn’t play games and it made Rhett like her even more.
YFN searched his face and exhaled, she must have thought his silence meant he only wanted sex, and she turned to walk away.
He reached out and caught her by the hand. And his palm tingled.
“YFN. Look at me.” Rhett said softly and she looked up at him with wide eyes. “I’m guessin’ root means fuck?” and she nodded and gave him a tiny smile.
“Well I do wanna fuck you real bad.” YFN raised an eyebrow and he grimaced at his words.
“Shit. Sorry. I ah… haven’t got a lot of experience in this part… so don’t really know how to do this,” he said sheepishly.
Rhett took a deep breath. “I ain’t gonna lie, I do want you. I can’t help it, you’re one sexy woman. I know we just met but I already know that I wanna get to know you better. And I don’t care ‘bout our ages. I get I don’t bring much to the table, but I’m ready for more. Have been for a while. And I think we could be good together darlin’.”
Rhett linked his fingers with YFN’s and looked at her expectantly and she gave him a wry smile. “Not half bad for a bloke who hasn’t done this before. Ya know your folks were good enough to give me a crack as their vet, even though I’m an outsider. Not sure how they’ll feel ‘bout the 35-year-old who works for them dating their 26-year-old son.”
Rhett laughed loudly. “They won’t care. They’re gonna love that I’ve found someone who can put me in my place.”
The mischievous twinkle was back in her eyes and the smirk was back on her face. “Well they’re not wrong… Mate.”
She’d figured out what the word did to him.
Fucking cheeky girl.
“You call me that one more fuckin’ time and I swear…”
“Oh Sorry. Ya don’t want to be my mate?” she bat her eyes at him in fake innocence and a low growl reverberated from his chest.
YFN giggled. “Do you like baby better?” Rhett’s dick twitched at that, and she gave him a knowing look and turned on her heel and headed for the house.
Fuck.
She was definitely gonna keep him on his toes.
……
At lunch, YFN seamlessly fit right in with the Abbott’s and Rhett would be lying if he didn’t admit that it stirred something inside him. She was sweet, smart and funny and genuine with every interaction. Cecelia smiled at her thoughtfulness as YFN helped her prepare lunch. She kept up with Perry’s banter and had him in stitches with some of her Aussie sayings. Amy adored her, especially when YFN offered to show her how to draw Australian animals.
Royal, predictably, was gruff but Rhett could tell that was because he was irritated at him, not her. Even though they hadn’t meant it to be, the chemistry between him and YFN was pretty obvious, and Royal had an opinion.
When an excited Amy left the table to get drawing supplies, he spoke up. “For christ’s sakes Rhett. We just hired the girl. We’ll be down another fuckin’ vet once you’re done screwin’ with her.” Royal spat at him.
Shit.
Rhett winced at his father’s words and Cecelia gasped and gestured at YFN. “What the hell Royal! Apologise.”
He then looked at YFN more softly. “Sorry. No offence meant to you.”
YFN was sat beside Rhett at the table, and he turned his head to look at her reaction to Royal’s comments and to everyone’s surprise she snorted and had a wide smile on her face. “None taken. I’ve heard the rumours ‘bout your son being the town bike, so can see why you’d have the shits with him givin it a crack with your new vet.”
They all looked at her with varying degrees of shock and confusion and YFN laughed. “What I mean to say is that I heard Rhett gets around and I understand you’d be angry with him for making a move on me.”
YFN squared her shoulders. “Look. I’m not gonna beat around the bush here. I like Rhett. I know we just met and I’m a lot older, but I wanna get to know him. I’m so thankful that you’ve given me a chance here and I’m not gonna throw it away on a one-off roll in the hay and he knows that. And no matter what happens, I’m still gonna be ya vet and do a bloody good job,” she said sincerely.
Wow.
Rhett looked at YFN in awe. She was honest and direct and wasn’t shying away from his family. He didn’t even care that she had basically called him a man-whore.
Cecelia smiled warmly at her. “I’m sure you’ll do a great job honey.” And he wasn’t sure if she was talking about her work with the heifers or him.
“Ain’t you blunt.” Perry smirked.
YFN gave Perry a wry smile. “Sure am. And Rhett?” she turned and spoke directly to him. “Ya know what isn’t blunt?”
He had no idea where this was going. “What?” Rhett replied carefully.
Rhett felt YFN’s hand on his knee and it slowly made its way up his thigh, and he worked overtime not to get hard. Her eyes sparkled and her signature smirk spread across her pretty face.
“My scalpel. And I’ve been trained to castrate many different species. Just thought ya should know that, cowboy.”
Jesus.
Rhett paled at the thought, even though he knew YFN was joking. Well he fucking hoped she was. Cecelia smiled and patted him on the cheek and Perry guffawed.
And something else happened that none of them had ever witnessed before. Royal’s laughter. And not just a little chuckle, he was hunched over the table laughing loudly.
What the hell?
Amy returned to the kitchen with paper and pencils in hand, her eyes wide with the same shock as the rest of the Abbott’s. “Grandpa are you… laughing?” she said in wonder.
Royal took a few deep breaths to settle himself and his face went back to the cool, impassive look they were all used to, save a small wry smile. “Looks like you’ve finally met your match Rhett,” he said as he excused himself from the table.
Sure had.
YFN winked at Rhett and removed her hand from his leg as Amy settled beside her, and they began to draw. “Just a few minutes though, ‘cause I gotta go suss out how the heifers are goin,” she said softly to her.
Amy nodded at her and watched as she drew a koala. “Hey Rhett. I’m gonna need a rubber.” YFN said plainly to him, and his eyebrows shot up into his hairline.
What the fuck?
“What’s a rubber?” Amy asked innocently.
Cecelia inhaled sharply and Perry looked a bit irritated and YFN noticed their reactions immediately and turned white.
“Eraser!” she shouted. “I meant an eraser. Oh my god. I’m so sorry…” she trailed off embarrassed.
The adult Abbott’s burst out laughing at the misunderstanding and YFN’s head dropped and hit the table.
Rhett trailed his fingertips upwards from the base of her spine until he reached her shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly. YFN lifted her head and smiled shyly at him.
He passed her what she’d originally asked for. “Darlin’ here’s the e-ras-er.” And Rhett sarcastically emphasised the word phonetically, with a sly grin.
YFN’s eyes flashed at him intensely. Rhett knew she might make him pay for that. And fuck did he look forward to it.
Cecelia and Perry regarded him shocked and surprised, before glancing at each other with knowing looks when he used the word darling. Rhett saw that YFN’s eyebrows knit together in confusion as she noticed their exchange, but she didn’t comment on it.
She quickly finished drawing the koala and Amy copied the drawing as best she could. “That’s a beauty Amy. I better go check on the cows now.” And his niece pouted.
“You gotta clean your room anyway sweetheart. Maybe you can do some more drawin’ tomorrow mornin’ at breakfast. You’ll be ‘ere won’t you daarliin’.” Perry teased and drew out the name Rhett had called YFN.
Rhett gave him the finger as he sipped on his coffee.
“I’d like that!” Amy said excitedly as she gathered up the paper and pencils.
“Me too hun.” YFN winked at her, and his niece left the kitchen.
Cecelia smiled. “You know you stayin’ the night isn’t a bad idea. Who knows how long the calving’s gonna take. There’s a loft above the barn, I’ll make it up for you.”
Rhett knew his mother’s intentions were more than likely pure, but the small, heated glance from YFN and the blush that crept up her neck, had his cock swelling.
YFN smiled warmly at her. “Cheers Cecelia. That’s very kind of ya. But I don’t have a change of clothes or anything. All I’ve got in my ute is thongs.” YFN chuckled.
Cecelia’s mouth widened in shock, Perry barked out a laugh, and Rhett did a spit take of his coffee all over the table.
“Crap! Sorry… I didn’t mean… What do you call them?... Ah… flip flops. Thongs are the same as flip flops,” she rushed out nervously, her face bright red at the mistake.
Rhett laughed at yet another misunderstanding and rested his hand on her thigh again. “Maybe we gotta get you that dictionary instead.” And YFN snorted.
“Don’t worry ‘bout it honey. And call me Cece. I’ll wash your clothes for the mornin’ and Rhett will lend you somethin’ to wear later. How does that sound?” Cecelia said.
God yes.
Rhett squeezed her thigh and got out of his seat before he got a boner over the thought of her wearing his clothes.
YFN smiled at Cecelia, and she got up from the table and started to clear the plates. “That sounds good Cece. Thanks heaps.”
“Good. Nope. None of that.” Cecelia shooed YFN away from cleaning up. “All of you get on now and get to work.”
Rhett and Perry both kissed their mother on the cheek in thanks and YFN thanked her and said, “Have a good one.”
A good what?
He smiled and shook his head as he saw Cecelia look like she was wondering the same thing.
The three of them headed out of the house, stopping in the hall to grab their hats and boots. Rhett couldn’t help but stare at YFN’s perfect backside as she bent over to put on her boots. He started to imagine how it would jiggle when he fucked her pussy from behind.
“Looks like you might need to find that rubber after all baby brother.” Perry caught him looking and taunted loudly.
Crap.
YFN whipped her head up and gave Perry the finger. “Respect your elders, Perry.” And they both chuckled at each other.
“And you. Keep your eyes off my bum.” Rhett grinned as she chastised him playfully and whacked him lightly on the chest as they made their way out the door.
“What the fuck has a homeless person got to do with anythin’?” And Rhett laughed loudly at Perry’s confusion.
This was going to be fun.
……
An hour before sunset, Rhett had shaved and was in the shower washing away the dirt and grime from the day. Between Royal, Perry, YFN, and himself they ended up having a busy time with the calving. All the heifers had given birth at similar times, so in YFN’s words, they’d had a ‘choc a block arvo’.
She had gratefully taken up his mother’s offer of staying the night since she was too tired or ‘buggered’ as she put it, to drive home. Rhett was happy about that since he wanted to spend more time with her, and maybe get his lips on her if she was willing.
Never in his life did Rhett think his mother would encourage his activities with women, but Cecelia knew this time was different and he was grateful for her help. He wanted to show YFN he was capable of more than a quick fuck, so Cecelia made up a picnic dinner, and at his request, leant her a dress, so Rhett could take her to one of the paddocks on a date of sorts.
As he washed his hair and body thoroughly, he thought about the day so far.
While they observed the heifers, Rhett and YFN took the opportunity to get to know each other better. She was easy going, intelligent and had a wicked sense of humour.
And she was so goddamn gorgeous.
Even covered in dirt and sweat and a bit of blood, she was easily the most beautiful woman he had ever met.
Rhett couldn’t recall a time that calving had been this entertaining. And he’d laughed so hard his sides hurt, especially when YFN yelled ‘don’t spit the dummy’ and ‘I know it hurts girl but stop carrying on like a pork chop’ in her Aussie slang to a cow while her arm was inside it.
In that moment, YFN had met Rhett’s gaze and poked out her tongue at him. And a joyful grin spread across his face. “You’re fuckin’ crazy,” he’d said.
“Mad as a cut snake,” she’d laughed as she removed her arm and a large amount of fluid followed and splatted her jeans and boots.
With her around, Rhett was certainly never going to be bored.
And for an entirely different reason, he realised that sentiment was only going to get stronger when YFN turned on her no nonsense, assertive vet demeanour.
YFN had picked up that a calf was breach, and had got the cow into a head gate, expertly repositioned the calf and helped the heifer birth it. Watching her take control of the situation and the way she gave Rhett commands, had his head swimming and his cock swelling.
Just like it was now.
Rhett wasn’t going to argue with his body and gripped his hard dick in his hand and stroked.
Usually during sex, his MO was fast and dirty with him in charge. But the way Rhett had reacted to YFN being authoritative and telling him what to do, had him reeling.
He groaned and fucked himself faster as he thought about it.
Fuck.
Rhett craved bending her over and fucking her till she couldn’t walk, and he needed to worship every part of her gorgeous body and make her cum in every way he knew how. But something about her calling the shots while they screwed, him obeying every fucking word that came from her pink, plush lips, had him weak at the knees.
He was dizzy as he imagined the possibilities and he put a hand on the wall to steady himself. Rhett grunted as he came hard and shot his load all over the tiles.
Holy shit.
Rhett rinsed his spend down the drain, got out of the shower and quickly dried and dressed himself.
Thoughts like that never entered his head before and the things he was feeling for her were brand new to him. Although he didn’t have much to offer, Rhett wanted to give YFN everything. 
He was well and truly whipped and didn’t mind one bit.
When Rhett finally made it downstairs, the ribbing he got from Perry about the length of his shower, his clean clothes and brushed hair, was worth it when he found YFN.
Jesus christ.
She was leaning against the fence of the grazing yard checking on the heifers and their new calves. The green, polka dot dress she’d borrowed from Cecelia, hugged her curves just right. 
YFN turned around when she heard him approaching, and Rhett’s eyes roamed over her. Loose hair, still slightly damp from her shower, framed her clean face and her pretty lips turned up in a shy smile.
Beautiful.
YFN blushed and laughed softly. “Thanks Rhett. Ya clean up pretty good yourself.”
He bit his lip when he realised, he’d said it aloud. It didn’t matter, he meant it.
Rhett put down the picnic stuff and stepped closer to her. He let his eyes travel down her body once more, drinking in the tanned skin on offer. Freckles dotted her exposed shoulders and toned arms, and her tits strained against the fabric of the dress. A nice pair of legs completed the package and as Rhett’s appreciative gaze got to the end of them, he burst out laughing.
She was wearing her flip flops.
“Ya like my thongs then mate?” YFN smirked at him.
That’s fucking it.
Rhett practically growled and used his long reach to grab her waist and bring her to him. He gave her a split second to stop him before his lips descended on hers in a rough kiss. YFN responded immediately and kissed him back. And when she ran her hands up his arms, over his shoulders and threaded them tightly in the hair at the base of his neck and pulled, he instantly got hard.
“I said not to fuckin’ call me that,” Rhett mumbled into the kiss, and YFN took the opportunity to slip her tongue into his mouth and they both moaned when her tongue found his. A current crackled throughout his body as they kissed, and his hands found their way to her fleshy ass, and he pulled her flush against him. 
Fuck. 
He groaned when he felt she had nothing on under the dress and he got a handful of each cheek and squeezed.
After a few more seconds, YFN broke the kiss and laughed breathlessly. “Alright. OK. Settle down. I promise I won’t call ya that ever again. Although a pash like that isn’t a very good deterrent.”
“Pash equals kiss?” Rhett chuckled in question, his hands still on her backside.
“You got it cowboy,” she smiled softly. She removed her hands from his neck, tucked them under his arms, circled his waist and pulled him into a hug.
Oh.
Rhett couldn’t remember the last time anyone hugged him. Maybe Amy once or twice when she was younger. 
And it had never felt like this.
He released her ass and wrapped his arms around YFN’s shoulders tightly. He enjoyed the feeling of her body snug against his, and he breathed in her scent and relaxed into the embrace.
Like when he was sipping on a good whiskey, warmth spread through his limbs. 
And his heart pounded in his chest.
Christ.
He’d never felt like this before.
Rhett wasn’t sure how long they stood like that for but eventually they broke apart. YFN placed her small hand on his chest and looked at him earnestly. “You OK baby?”
“Yeah. I never…” he croaked out, feeling overwhelmed by his emotions. 
“Hey… Me too.” YFN said softly and took his hand and settled it in the valley of her breasts. Rhett sucked in a breath when he felt the rapid thumping of her heart.
She felt it too.
Rhett nodded dumbly and then gave YFN a shy smile. “I like you in a dress darlin’.”
“Your mum is tiny, so it’s a bit short on me. But I hear you chose it, so I’m not at all surprised,” she said softly, a twinkle in her eyes.
He shrugged and his other hand played with the hem of the dress. “I picked it ‘cause it’s actually the one ma wore on her first date with my father.”
“Rhett…” YFN murmured as her eyes gazed at him lovingly when she realised the symbolism of his choice.
“That and I figured the shorter the better since your panties are in the wash,” he teased and gave her a wink.
“Get stuffed ya prick.” YFN laughed and smacked his hands away.
Rhett guffawed and held his hands up in surrender. “’lright! I’m sorry. You’re so sexy. I can’t help it if I want to see what’s down under.”
She snorted and rolled her eyes at him. “Oh my god. That was terrible.”
YFN started walking towards the next paddock and Rhett watched as the dress moved with the sway of her hips. His eyes automatically went to the hem of her dress as it skimmed her high on her thighs and clung to her nice backside.
“Get your fucking eyes off my arse cowboy and let’s go,” YFN called back to him.
Rhett’s lips broke into a wide grin. “Yes ma’am.”
……
Rhett and YFN had spent the evening talking, laughing, flirting and kissing while drinking beers and devouring the picnic Cecelia had packed them. He couldn’t remember having this much fun with anyone ever, but YFN was funny, sexy, interesting, and easy to talk to.
She was different to any other woman he’d ever met.
She was so open about herself that it was near impossible for Rhett not to reveal things about himself too. Even though they’d just met that day, they both shared pieces of themselves with each other that no other living soul knew.
The attraction between them was intense and Rhett felt a connection to YFN, a strong pull that he’d never felt before.
Wanting her wasn’t the problem, Rhett just didn’t quite know what to do with these new feelings.
Normally when he was with a girl at the end of the night, he’d just fuck them in his truck or behind the bar. This was completely different, and he had no idea what to do.
He itched to get his hands on her, the feeling of her soft lips on his when they kissed and the knowledge that her unclothed pussy was barely hidden under the short dress she wore, had him hard as a rock.
But Rhett wanted to show YFN he wasn’t just after sex, he needed to prove he wanted more with her.
So when he walked her back to the barn, he really did have the best intentions of saying goodnight and returning to the house.
But as it turned out, YFN had something else in mind.
YFN chuckled at him. “You OK there cowboy?”
“Never been on a date ‘fore. Not sure what the rules are ‘bout sayin’ goodnight.” Rhett laughed nervously.
“You wanna say goodnight? Did ya forget you had me wear a tiny little dress knowing I had no knickers to go underneath?” she teased.
Rhett groaned and his jeans became tighter. YFN talking about her bare pussy wasn’t helping his resolve. “Fuck no I didn’t forget. I ah… Don’t want to leave, that’s for damn sure but I want to show you that I’m in this for more than one night.”
YFN smiled warmly at him, stepped into his space and threaded her fingers in the hair at the nape of Rhett’s neck. “Don’t worry, I can already tell you are baby. And you know what else I noticed about ya?”
He shook his head as his hands found her hips.
A wry smile spread over her face. “You liked it today, when I called the shots. Didn’t ya?”
Rhett inhaled sharply through his nose and the hold on her hips tightened.
Fuck.
She bit her plump lower lip with her teeth. “That’s what I thought. Now, I’ve heard the rumours, you’re good at what ya do. But, so am I,” she purred.
Jesus Christ.
“Take me to bed cowboy.” YFN whispered as she nibbled on the shell of his ear and Rhett let out a deep groan.
And he did exactly what he was told.
 ……
Rhett had tried to keep doing what he was told, he really did, but once he’d had a taste of YFN, it was extremely difficult. After they explored each other’s mouths with passionate kisses, she made him strip but kept the dress on herself and said he wasn’t allowed to touch her.
It was devine torture.
He wanted nothing more than bury his face in her full tits, get his hands on her rear, sink his cock in her tight, wet heat and fuck her until he couldn’t see straight.
But she had other plans.
YFN softly demanded Rhett to go down on her and he eagerly jumped at the chance to eat her delicious pussy. She made him lay on the bed and grip the sheets with his hands as she straddled him and rode his tongue. She smacked his hands away several times when he grabbed her round ass as she bucked on his face.
“Didn’t say ya could touch yet baby” YFN scolded lightly as she looked at him teasingly.
YFN switched into a 69 position and pinned his arms down with her hands. Rhett had only done it this way a few times but the thought of her sucking him off while he had his mouth on her, had his already swollen cock twitching. He happily lapped and fucked her with his tongue and sucked on her clit, but he all he felt was her hot breath on the head of his dick.
Come on!
“Suck me,” Rhett said frustratingly; his words muffled by her pussy.
“What was that? I can’t hear you.” YFN said breathlessly, voice full of sarcasm.
He managed to bite her gently, high on the inside of her thigh and she gasped and lifted her pussy off his face. “Suck my cock babygirl.” Rhett urged.
“Hmm. I like the babygirl. But you didn’t say please,” YFN chided playfully, with a smirk on her face. He groaned as she hopped off him and stood up and finally removed the dress painfully slowly.
Rhett grunted and bit his lip at seeing her naked for the first time. His eyes took in the newly revealed skin hungrily. Her tits were full, with dusky pink nipples that begged to be sucked and he longed to feel the soft skin of her stomach, hips and thighs.
She was fucking gorgeous.
“You’re so beautiful YFN” he uttered, and she blushed under his appraisal.
His cock begged for attention and his hand automatically wrapped around it and stroked a few times. YFN smacked his hand away.
“Aah-aah. Get up,” she directed softly as she laid herself down on the bed. Rhett groaned at her commanding him and did exactly what she asked.
“Make me cum first. Then we’ll see ‘bout you,” she purred.
Rhett nodded like an obedient child, but before doing what he was told, he chanced further discipline from YFN and kissed her deeply. When she didn’t mind, he took the opportunity to lavish her tits with his tongue and mouth. YFN’s skin tasted good as he licked and sucked, leaving small marks down her body.
He breathed in deeply when he reached her pussy, even though he’d had his mouth on her already, her heady scent made him moan. Rhett teased her with his fingers and pushed one, then two of his thick fingers into her wet heat.
Jesus.
“You’re so fuckin’ tight babygirl,” he murmured as he descended on her pink lower lips and swollen clit.
Rhett went to town on YFN with his fingers and mouth, and quickly had her a sobbing, quivering mess. She arched her back and moaned his name with a strangled cry as she came, drenching his face with her juices. Watching, feeling, and tasting her high had him throbbing and he couldn’t help but touch his dick to get a little relief.
Even in the aftermath of her orgasm, YFN noticed, and clucked her tongue at him and pushed his hand away with her foot. “You’re so impatient. Stand up baby.”
Rhett scrambled off the bed to stand humiliating quickly, but he didn’t have it in him to care. YFN giggled at his haste. “Pretty desperate aren’t you cowboy?”
“Pleeaase” he whined. He’d never made that noise in his life and his faced heated up in embarrassment.
YFN positioned herself seated on the edge of the mattress and gave him a heated look before ogling his hardness. “Fuck me dead, your cock is so pretty” And his dick jumped at the comment.
“I’ve got you baby. Don’t be shy, I want to hear ya, OK?”
Rhett bit his lip and nodded as she reached out, grabbed his hips, and pulled his pelvis towards her. His cock angrily stood to attention with pre cum beading on the head. He took a sharp breath as she nuzzled his thighs and balls and then licked a strip up the underside of his shaft.
Fuck. Finally.
A deep rumbling groan came from Rhett when YFN’s warm, wet lips wrapped around the head of his cock and despite having him in her mouth, he felt her smile. She moaned as she slowly bobbed her head up and down the length of his cock and his hands gently cradled her head.
“So fuckin’ good for me darlin’.” Rhett sighed as he enjoyed the leisurely rhythm she set. YFN hummed at the praise and the vibrations caused him to thrust into her mouth.
Rhett moaned loudly as she hollowed her cheeks and took his cock deeper into her throat and her fingers danced up the inside of his thighs. He’d never been this vocal during sex before, but YFN had got him so fucking worked up that he couldn’t help it.
YFN sped up ever so slightly and his hands tangled into her hair. Most times with a blowjob he’d just fuck a girl’s mouth hard until he cum. And occasionally he came across a bunny who knew what they were doing with a cock in their mouth, so he let them work him a bit before he took control.
But with YFN, he was powerless to do anything but just feel. It wasn’t a race; she was in no hurry and sucked his dick building, him slowly and steadily.
Rhett didn’t look down at her, he was afraid if he saw YFN looking up at him with her pretty eyes, he’d probably blow his load on the spot. So he closed his eyes and breathed deeply in and out through his nose as he enjoyed the gradual climb.
As she worked him, she changed position so she could take more of him. The new angle allowed her to deep throat his cock and Rhett cried out as she swallowed his length. One hand gripped his thigh and the other cupped his balls and she rolled them in her hand.
Rhett let out another long moan and his head became fuzzy and his balls began to feel heavy. “Jesus babygirl. I… fuck…” he stuttered out at the feeling.
The hand on his thigh travelled slowly upwards and her fingers started to stroke his perineum. He whimpered in response and thrust into YFN’s mouth a few times resulting in her muffled choking.
Fuck.
“S-s-sorry,” he slurred as YFN with tears in the corner of her doe eyes, pulled off his dick and a string of saliva stuck to her puffy pink lips as she did.
Jesus christ.
Rhett groaned. It had to be the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
“You’re all good baby. I wanna try something OK. Stop me if ya need,” she said softly as she gazed up at him earnestly and he stroked her face with one of his hands, while the other remained buried in her hair.
He licked his dry lips and gave her a small nod, unable to do anything else.
YFN lowered one of her hands to her pussy and gathered her slick and brought the fingers to his mouth. “Suck and spit,” she commanded, and he grunted as he laved the digits with his tongue and spit on them.
“Spread your legs a bit.” YFN said softly, and Rhett shivered with anticipation as he guessed what she was about to do. No girl had ever touched him there and he wasn’t sure how he was going to react.
“Relax Rhett. I’m gonna make you feel so good. I promise,” she breathed as she gripped his cock with her other hand and kissed the head and kitten licked the pre cum from the slit. He groaned as her tongue flicked him, and her wet fingers travelled up his perineum and between his ass cheeks.
Rhett felt himself tighten involuntarily so he willed himself to relax. As he did YFN started beating his dick and she took him in her mouth again and matched the rhythm of her strokes. Her fingers reached his hole, and a pornographic moan came deep from his chest when she started circling it slowly.
Fuckin’ hell.
His balls ached and liquid warmth spread through his limbs as she worked him and when she slipped the tip of her finger into his arsehole, he half gasped, half groaned at the slight painful intrusion. YFN hummed as she hollowed her cheeks again and sucked him harder as she stroked him, and the vibrations distracted him from the strange feeling.
But when she started gently fucking his hole with her finger at the same pace as the blowjob, the uncomfortable feeling morphed into something intense. And once she hit some undiscovered place inside him, he moaned, and the feeling of pins and needles spread through his body. Rhett’s grip in YFN’s hair tightened and he closed his eyes threw his head back as he started fucking her mouth.
Holy shit.
Rhett’s entire body trembled as YFN edged him nearer to his high, the tingle in the base his spine signalling he was close.
And then she suddenly pulled her mouth off his dick and the finger out of his asshole, and the feelings dulled and began to slip away.
No!
His eyes flew open as he whimpered at the loss of his impending climax. “Sorry cowboy. You were getting too close, and I want you to cum inside me,” she murmured as she squeezed the base of his cock to starve off his orgasm even further.
Rhett could hardly think but when YFN got on all fours on the bed, he was greeted with the sight he’d been obsessed with since laying eyes on it. Her juicy fucking ass. He’d never been more grateful that they’d already had the awkward conversation about health tests and birth control, because he needed to be inside her now.
“Babygirl…” he managed to say shakily as he took his position behind her and rubbed the head of his engorged cock through her folds. She was so wet and warm, and he’d been so close that he felt like he might explode once he was fully inside of her.
“Fuck me baby. Please.” YFN whined as his dick passed over her clit.
Rhett didn’t need to be told twice and he slowly pushed himself into her.
Jesus Christ.
“Oh my god.”
“Fuuuck.”
They moaned in unison as Rhett stretched out her tight pussy until he bottomed out. He’d never fucked anyone without a condom before and his brain somehow remembered the stupid misunderstanding about the rubber.
Rhett snorted. “Eraser,” he choked out and YFN giggled as she adjusted the position of her body to accommodate him.
He leant over her body and kissed her spine as he took a moment. She arched into him and turned her head so he could kiss her messily. YFN was whimpering and her pussy tightened around him, and it didn’t take long for Rhett to realise she was getting herself off.
“Move,” she commanded in a gravelly voice.
Rhett started with deep slow thrusts as he ran his hands all over the smooth skin of YFN’s lower back, hips and backside. He was dizzy and the familiar feeling in his balls and lower spine crept in almost immediately. He wasn’t going to last long after what YFN did to him.
“I can’t… I won’t last…” He punched out the words through his gritted teeth.
“Don’t care. Fuck me faster. I’m so close.” YFN moaned out and he felt her clench around his cock.
Rhett instantly obeyed her request and snapped his hips into her. He grabbed a handful of each jiggling ass cheek and fucked her hard at a bruising pace. The intense, gradual climb from before was no more and he was hurtling towards his orgasm at rapid speed. He focused on his breathing as held off his climax for as long as he could so YFN could cum.  
Please!
Rhett whined loudly as he tried as hard as he could to wait for her.
“Shit… Fuck I’m gonna…” YFN’s words died in her mouth and a long, loud, deep whimpering sound replaced it.
He practically sobbed in relief when he felt her pussy pulse and grip his length and it pushed him over the edge. He felt like white, hot flames licked at his balls and his vision blurred as he finally came.
Rhett groaned obscenely as he orgasmed. “Shit. Fuck,” he choked out and he rutted into YFN as ropes of cum painted her walls.
And then unexpectedly, he whispered, “I love you…” as his shaking body collapsed over her back.
Holy fucking shit.
That was the hardest he’d ever cum in his life.
And he’d blurted out the L word.
Crap.
He tried to hold his weight off YFN, but Rhett was boneless and as her body fell flat to the mattress, his followed. He used his last ounce of strength to wrap his arms around her and roll them on their side.
They laid there in silence, save their heavy breathing, YFN’s warm back flush against Rhett’s. He could feel her body trembling as his own shook with aftershocks.
Jesus Christ.
Rhett pressed a soft kiss to the back of YFN’s neck and she hummed in response. He could feel his dick softening so he decided to pull out. “I ah gotta…” he said softly as he moved his pelvis and YFN nodded and winced as he withdrew his cock.
“I’ll get somethin’ to clean up. Don’t go anywhere.” Rhett murmured as he kissed her shoulder.
YFN chuckled lightly. “Buckleys chance of that.”
He smiled and said, “No clue what that means.” He steadied himself on wobbly legs, head still fuzzy and he walked to the bathroom to grab a washcloth.
Rhett quickly cleaned himself and ran warm water over the washcloth, keen to return to YFN. When he did, he took in her flushed, sweaty, blissed out beautiful face. He gently wiped the evidence of their fucking away as best he could before throwing the washcloth on the floor.
“All clean down under,” he joked quietly as he climbed back into bed beside her and YFN snorted.
Ordinarily, the few times he had fucked in a bed, this would be the moment he’d either be kicked out or escape voluntarily through a window. As he lay staring up at the ceiling, a little bit of anxiety crept in for Rhett as he wasn’t sure what he should do next.
That and the fact that he’d just told YFN he loved her when he came.
What the hell.
Rhett had never been in love. Lust, absolutely, he’d felt that many times before with other girls. And of course, he’d wanted to screw YFN’s brains out as soon as he laid eyes on her. But their chemistry was off the charts, and he felt like they shared a strong connection.
And these new feelings had been creeping up on him all day, and his body had reacted in weird ways whenever she touched him. And then he’d done romantic shit that he had never done before. Rhett wanted nothing more than to spend every moment he could with YFN, and he’d knew he’d do anything to make her happy.
Rhett had called her darling. And he’d even said the three words, even though he hadn’t meant to.
It finally clicked.
Oh shit.
He was in love with YFN.
How the fuck did that happen?
And what the hell does he do now he’s figured it out.
In the same way as she had earlier that day, YFN sensed Rhett’s inner turmoil and calmed him. She turned to face him, propped herself up on an elbow and smirked at him. “Not bad cowboy.”
That fucking smirk.
Rhett grabbed her by the waist, and she squeaked as he pulled her naked form to him. “Not bad?” he asked as he tickled her, and she squealed.
“OK. It was pretty good.” YFN giggled and he tickled her harder. “Alright. Mercy. Mercy. It was the best bloody sex I’ve ever had!” she laughed breathlessly.
Rhett grinned as he released her, and he spread his arm out on the mattress. She laid down using his bicep and her hand as a pillow, tucked herself into his body and he wrapped his arm around her shoulder. “Easily the best for me. You ah… certainly know a trick or two,” he chuckled.
With her loose hand she reached over to his free one and threaded her fingers with his. They stayed this way for a moment and Rhett lifted their hands and watched as they let their fingers dance against each other’s. And his heart started rapidly beating in his chest.
It was the most intimate moment he’d ever experienced. If he needed further proof that he was gone for this woman, then there it was.
Fuck it. Here we go.
“YFN. Do you remember the reason why I picked that dress for you?” he said in a croaky deep voice.
He felt YFN smile into his skin where she rested her face against his pec. “’Cause my knickers were in the wash.”
Rhett chuckled. “No the other reason.”
“Yeah, I remember,” she said softly.
“And you noticed my family’s reaction at lunch, when I called you darlin’?” Rhett asked and YFN nodded.
“Do you know why they looked at each other like that?” he continued, and she lifted her head and peered at his face.
YFN bit her lip and shook her head.
Rhett let go of her hand and turned slightly so they were face to face. He lifted his fingers and brushed her sweaty hair from her brow.
“Because darlin’ is what my father calls my ma, it’s what Perry called Rebecca before she disappeared. And I ain’t called anyone that ‘fore,” he said with reverent feeling.
YFN sucked in a small breath, and her wide eyes started to glisten as she gazed adoringly at him. “Does that mean that you…” she trailed off in a whisper.
“Means I love you darlin’.” Rhett finally confessed.
A blinding smile slowly overtook YFN’s face. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he confirmed softly.
“I love you too.” YFN uttered and Rhett beamed at her and cupped her face gently and placed a soft kiss to her lips.
After the kiss she laughed lightly. “When you said it before, I thought it was ‘cause of the amazing gobby I just gave ya.”
Rhett’s eyes knitted in confusion while he mouthed the word ‘gobby’ and he snorted when he figured it out. ”Blow job?”
YFN nodded in confirmation with her signature smirk in place. “Now you’re catching on…. Mate.”
Fucking cheeky woman.
He groaned when he heard the word and he nipped at her lower lip. “You fuckin’ brat,” he laughed, and he playfully wrestled her.
YFN squealed and managed to push him off and she got out of bed. She leant back over him for a quick kiss and then headed for the bathroom.
Rhett laid back on the pillows, arms behind his head and watched her, his eyes drifting to the feature on her body that he’d first noticed. Her round, fleshy ass.
Perfect.
“I can feel ya pervin’ on my bum again.” YFN teased and they both burst into laughter.
With her as his woman, Rhett was definitely never going to be bored again.
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The struggles of art, are not for everyone.
It’s really not, indeed.
You have to like the process first and foremost.
If when putting the tip of the pencil down onto paper your main thoughts are how you’re bad, how you won’t have any progress, or hope you’ll be as good as those famous artists you follow on here or Twitter, then you’re really doing it wrong.
I’ve been drawing for forever and I still don’t seem to make anything better than before but having an old drawing around always puts things into perspective. I draw because it gives me peace of mind. If it just gives you anxiety then sure, it’s not for you.
And in the end, what I love the most about it is the sensation of my pencil-tip scratching that blank void that a sheet of paper is. Not the prospect of earning likes, a following, or money from it. I have tons of art that’ll never see the light of day for many reasons, that I’m so hang up on the fact that I made it. I was in my best condition when I made those pieces, in the right headspace, I was whole. The muses guided my hands these times, God smiled down on me.
What can I say? I’m a girl of simple things.
But the whole debate about whether AI is a medium for creation or easy theft, has soured my mood.
I do NOT consider AI art when its main ‘reference’ is straight up stealing and plagiarising someone’s sweat and tears. Before feeding it your favourite artist’s (or writer’s) work to mince and chew it up like it’s nothing in order to vomit a halfassed attempt at creation on your part remember this, the artists and writers the works of you used, are real people. They breathe, they eat, they cry. They pour TIME into their works. Time that you do NOT respect. They put feelings into their works. Feelings that you do NOT respect. For some of them, it’s also their main income. Income that you DEVALUE by stealing what is considered a unique trait of their trade!
You will NEVER learn anything nor get better at anything other than stealing that way. Because you haven’t known the value of hard work. The value of putting a chip of your soul into what you make. The value of living inside every work you’ve ever CREATED. You never lost sleep, food, or a piece of your sanity trying to make something from scratch. Trying to make it work. Trying to give birth to something unique.
What pitiful existences really, are those who can’t value someone else’s soul enough to respect it…
Anyway… this is getting heavy for me so I’m not going to rant over this anymore. I just want to say that I’m going to release some basic everyday steps for those who really want to learn drawing to follow on their own. Art takes time. Great writing takes time. It also takes for someone to be happy each time for what they were capable of creating.
That said, let me be clear that these mini exercises aren’t gonna clinch you a job at mappa, nor are they going to teach you proportions or whatever else those tutorials promise you, they’re specific to making you understand how 3D and observation works in order for you to be able to pick the elements you need every time you make a new piece. That’s all!
Progress isn’t jumping from 3yo art to fucking Rembrandt. It’ll suck ass before it even looks remotely decent!
Make sure to have that☝️printed and posted on your wall. That’s an order! *flexes whip*
Ok, I’m kidding, but seriously that’s your only motto from now on if you want to get better.
And now let’s prepare the ground for your exercises.
What you’ll need first is either a normal pencil or a 2mm one. No 0,5’s or whatever… in general NO mechanical pencils. Personally I’d recommend starting with a wooden pencil, though.
A good eraser that doesn’t smudge. It doesn’t matter what colour or brand as long as it erases the graphite well and without too much mess. Remember, NO SMUGES! *Forgot to say, a charcoal eraser will be a good friend, if it’s affordable. (Sorry for forgetting that.)
Now, hardness:
Find your typical hand writing pressure in the table below.
Generally the harder you press, the more difficult to erase. So bigger pressure (aka black marks, scratches etc) is 5.
5 4 3 2 1
2H H HB B 2B
How it works:
If you’re 3 you’ll need:
H: tracing
HB: outline
2B: shading
If you’re a 5 you’ll need:
2H: tracing
H or HB: outline
B: shading
If you’re 1 you’ll need:
HB: tracing
HB or B: outline
2B: shading
If you are 2 or 4 you’ll have to go through trial and error. Sorry. Just keep in mind that depending on where you lean; extremes or average (3), you follow the guidelines above.
For example, I am a hard 5 (if not 5,5 lol) so at some point I resorted working with just 2H and HB. I only ever use B when I need something to be black— which admittedly happens rarely. It’s only a few times you’ll need to depict actual black.
> You generally need a tracing pencil that won’t leave too dark visible marks behind when erased. People 5 and 4 will have to be a little careful though and not scratch the paper but that will come with practice.
> Your outline has to be enough to ‘stain’ the paper so you won’t lose your main sketch. It’s also correction time. Yey!
> Your shading shouldn’t smudge because you’re going to use layers. Yes. Even in traditional art you darken in layers, typically in as light moves as possible and in varying angles until you get the shade you want but that’s for later.
I personally don’t have any specific papers to propose to you (bitch you’re using basic photo-printing A4 papers wth lol). You’ll just need a hard surface, especially my 5 and 4 palls.
Ok, that’s it for today, folks.
Let me also slap a disclaimer here: I am NOT a professional art tutor. I just love art. 🤗
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angy-mouse · 5 months
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Chapter 8: A Brief Intermission for Panic
I decided keeping tumblr a chapter behind ao3 was more trouble than its worth
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“Make a hole, people!”
If you were calmer, you would take the time to reflect on how much you appreciated Minx and her ability to send people scrambling out of her way. It was the kind of brash authority that you simply couldn’t exert as a royal- you had to keep your authority very dignified, something that was more subtle and unspoken.
However, you were not calm, and ninety-five percent of your brain was focused on not fleeing to your bedroom to hide under the covers forever.
“It’s fine- everything’s fine. It’s not like I’ve spent weeks planning this, sending out invitations to four kingdoms' nobility and dangling the promise of a possible joint heir for three princes over their heads only to possibly cancel an hour before the ceremony-”
Maids and butlers alike flattened themselves against the walls as Minx stormed past them, knowing infinitely better than to not heed her warning- especially when she was dragging you by the wrist like a naughty child.
You happened to lock eyes with Niki and knew the look on your face must be something awful: she chucked her armful of napkins at the nearest person and threw open the doors to your drawing room like there was a fire. “In, in, in,” she chirped, letting Minx stomp her way inside with you right behind before she closed the doors behind you three. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
You swore someone had your throat in a vice. Your heart was swinging a sledgehammer against your rib cage with every beat, desperate to get out. You stubbed your toe on the couch before you realized you were pacing. “H-How could I overlook this? I planned everything- I planned for everything!”
“Pumpkin forgot what a concubine is,”
“Did you notice neither Prince Corpse nor Karl’s parents were there? Because I didn’t! Because I was distracted, ogling at two of the most handsome men I’ve ever seen! I don’t ogle! An emperor doesn’t ogle!”
Minx’s voice rang through the room, barely noticed by your racing thoughts. “It’s okay, hun, just talk it out.”
“I mean, at least Dream seems to be a smarmy, pretentious sleaze, but he’s still physically attractive, I mean that was the point of not just accepting randomly, but it’s completely different when they’re standing right in front of you. Even Sapnap grew up to be a total hunk, I mean when I hugged him I thought he could snap me in half with those arms, he’s built like a brick wall, and I’m totally into that. But I can’t think of him like that, I mean we’ve taken baths together, for gods’ sake-” You saw Sapnap- present-day Sapnap- reclined in a bubbly tub, beckoning you to join him, and flung your hands to cover your face. “No, no, bad mind, stop that!”
“She’s had dirty thoughts before this, right?”
“I honestly don’t know at this point.”
You parted your fingers to glare at them, though based on the heat in your cheeks, it wasn’t at all intimidating. “Those are thoughts! These are real men, who I’m supposed to regularly have sex with- oh, god, I could get pregnant.”
“Okay, that’s enough spiraling,” Niki decided firmly, crossing the room to hold you by the shoulders. “Sweetie, take some deep breaths and listen to me, okay?”
“Okay,”
“You are the emotionally strongest woman I’ve ever met.” Her lips twitched into a faint smile as you mindlessly nodded along, accepting her words without question. “You can keep your cool while dozens of uptight nobles stupidly debate your decision, and you can look Babish in the eye with crumbs on your lips and tell him you didn’t sneak a snack. You can totally handle a few guys being flirty.”
“Yeah,” you realized with a nod, “I can handle this.”
“You are a gorgeous, sexy, full-figured woman who turns every head in the room without even trying. Those princes are in the library right now, each one praying to catch your eye.”
“I am gorgeous!”
“And if they dare try anything you don’t want, Minx will cut off their dicks.”
Minx raised the glass of brandy she’d stolen from the end table. “Hear, hear,” she chimed, downing it in one go.
“Plus, you wrote the contracts to expire in a year, so worst case scenario we have a eunuch wandering around for some months.”
“You’re right,” you breathed, slowly nodding. “You’re absolutely right. I’m in control here, it doesn’t matter how handsome or charming… kind… did you see the flower crown Karl made me? O-Or the ring from Corpse? Sapnap brought me-”
Niki snapped her fingers in front of your nose like you were a puppy for her to train. “Focus.”
“Right, right, focus. Calm, cool, collected, confident.�� You took a few deep breaths, squaring your shoulders and fixing your posture. You set your features as pleasant, but stern, and tried to embody your mental image of a glorious emperor.
“Just like that,” Niki cheered, spinning you around by the shoulders. “Now, go get ‘em, tiger!” Her hand cracking down on your ass spurred you into action, and you strutted to the door, throwing it open with a confident flourish. Your little party’s footsteps echoed through the long hall as you walked, until you had a sudden realization and froze in place.
“Wait- Niki, you can’t spank me, I’m your emperor.”
“Just go, I have tables to set.”
“Yeah, okay,”
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whoahoney · 2 years
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glassy eyes, hazy afternoons pt. 4
Eddie Munson x anxious!stoner!Reader
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
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Summary: Reader and Eddie navigate the complexities of interacting with a new crush at school
Content Warnings: 18+, fem!reader, adult content/language, suggestive remarks, recreational/medicinal drug use, smoking and driving (DON’T DO THAT), pining, fluff, angst, mentions of trauma, descriptions of anxiety, intrusive thoughts
A/N: This took too long for me to put together but now I know exactly where to go from here! I hope you guys love Eddie with a shy stoner reader bc it’s my favorite 🫠🤍
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Y/n felt ready to face the day Monday morning, practically beaming after the realization set in that she would get to see her friend, Eddie.
Eddie wasn’t a regular friend, she’s finding. She spent the previous night staring at the ceiling and contemplating how or if she should approach him at school.
‘Should I go tell him good morning before class? Is that too eager?’
‘What if I walk up to him and he pretends to not know me?
No, he wouldn’t do that, he’s too sweet.’
‘I mean, we trauma dumped on each other but what if he’s embarrassed?
‘Maybe I should wait for him to approach me? What if he never says anything? He did say he’d see me on Monday…’
Y/n combatted the negative thoughts whirling around her head the best she could, trying to stay logical in order to keep from getting worked up.
On her walk to school she debated on lighting a joint to take the edge off of the sour stomach ache brewing, but didn’t want to chance showing up to school and drawing more attention to herself with the smell.
Besides, she preferred to smell good especially for Eddie.
As soon as she crossed the threshold of first period, Y/n’s eyes locked with Chrissy’s and the next realization hit that she never called her friend like she promised.
Y/n scrambled to her seat, Chrissy crossed her arms and raised a knowing brow, just to make the shy girl sweat a little, “You’ve got some explaining to do, Missy!“
“I’m so sorry, Chrissy, I ended up having a pretty crazy weekend and it slipped my mind!“
Y/n’s shoulders relaxed at the sound of Chrissy’s carefree laughter. “Well maybe I’ll forgive you if your story’s good enough, tell me everything!” Chrissy propped her arms up on the small stack of books in front of her, leaning closer and resting her chin on her hand.
“So I ended up getting super stoned with Eddie after school on Friday, and I ended up going home and passing out after,”
“Wait, you and Eddie, like, hung out after you made the deal?” She whispered suggestively.
Y/n cheeks warmed up as she fumbled for the right answer. “I mean, yeah—we smoked and talked about music and stuff, you know, typical friendly topics and activities!”
Chrissy rolled her eyes and poorly suppressed a smirk as she waited for Y/n to continue. “Then my brother surprised us by coming home from college for the weekend, then he talked me into going out and we met Robin Buckley, from band? She’s really fun! ” Y/n nodded for emphasis, Chrissy mirroring her thoughtfully, trying to place the name to the face.
“And her friend Steve was so nice, he and my brother.. were fast friends!” Y/n scolded herself for including unnecessary information. Chrissy didn’t catch Y/n’s buffer and lit up at the mention of her old classmate. “Steve Harrington? I love him! He’s such a sweetie and threw the best parties.” She urged.
“They invited us to the Hideout to listen to some bands play, right? Well you’ll never guess who we saw play.” Y/n’s eyes and demeanor brightened as the story started to shift back to Eddie.
Chrissy’s eyes narrowed as she twirled the end of her blonde ponytail in thought. “I have no idea, was it someone famous?” She cocked her head in confusion.
Y/n shook her head with a smile before whispering, “Eddie! His band—“
“Corroded Coffin, holy shit! I completely forgot about them! They’ve been playing since middle school!” Chrissy whispered in excitement.
“Yes! They were really good, too! And then Eddie came over and we all hung out for a while,”
“Y/n! Thats so a date!”
“It wasn’t a date—“
“Bullshit, Y/n,” Chrissy sat up with a knowing gleam in her eye. “Did you hang out alone?” She crossed her arms against her chest again, silently challenging Y/n.
“Well, not at first, but then he asked if he could drive me home, so we—“
“He asked if he could drive you home??” She whispered urgently, an expert gossiper, the ultimate girls’ girl.
“…yes.”
“Then what happened??”
“Well, then we went to the park.” Y/n uttered, her will to share information seizing up. Chrissy’s face scrunched in non-judgmental bewilderment.
“The park?” She scratched behind her ear in thought. “The park.” Y/n confirmed. “Is there a reason you went to the park, or..?” Chrissy asked, still not understanding.
“No, we just ended up there, and then we played on the swings for a while,”
“Did he swing with you?” She asked incredulously.
“Yeah, then he jumped out of the swing and nearly scared me to death, I thought he was gonna break something! And then we went to my house—“
“—You guys hung out at your house at night??” Chrissy couldn’t help but interrupt again, she lived for stories like these, and this was much more interesting than the other encounters her friends droned on about at lunch. This was the good stuff—the romantic spontaneity and pining that existed in only movies, not the stale and repetitive plans everyone chases after and brags about on Monday.
Y/n felt the warmth of her nervous flush ascend her neck, a tight smile adorning her face and managed a nod. “And what did you do there?”
“We just smoked and listened to music…” Y/n whispered slowly to avoid chastisement from the teacher beginning the morning announcements.
“Still cute, I don’t see how you aren’t seeing everything I am! How late did he stay?” She asked passively as she copied the beginning of the hour vocabulary words from the board.
Y/n’s head was once again emptied of thoughts or ways to explain their unprompted sleepover without making it sound so much more than it felt like. “Well, that’s the thing…we kinda fell asleep.”
Chrissy’s eyes nearly bugged out of her head at the revelation, her mouth opening and closing like an alarmed goldfish. Before Chrissy could give her two cents, Y/n continued, “But that doesn't mean it was a date or romantic or that we did anything! Cause we didn’t.” The last part came out sounding more disappointed than she’d meant, the sadness pricked at Chrissy’s ears.
“He didn’t make a move?” Chrissy whispered in disbelief. Y/n shrugged her shoulder and turned back to her notebook as her eyebrows furrowed.
“I mean, I can’t be sure. There were moments I thought he was getting closer but I—“
“Closer how?!” Chrissy whispered louder than intended, which caught the teachers attention, “Ladies! I trust your conversation is stimulating, however, unless it revolves around the current vocabulary, I don’t want to hear about it.”
Chrissy and Y/n flushed and muttered soft ‘sorry’s, tabling the topic for later.
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“Don’t think we’re done talking about this, you owe me a phone call.” Chrissy muttered to Y/n on their way into the hall. “I’ll call you after dinner, if that’s cool?” Y/n asked as Chrissy eased in the direction of her next class, throwing up an eager thumbs up in response before disappearing amongst the swarm.
On her journey to the other side of the school, she passed the familiar faces she saw every day, most looking through her or not even at her. But she found more friendly faces today, the ones belonging to the friends she’d made Friday.
Y/n never thought of herself as someone that got excited when someone waved at her in the hall; an act so simple she’d never paid attention to it, but when Dustin and Mike passed her in the hall and sent her genuine smiles and friendly greetings, she sent a beaming smile back at them, her cheeks heating up at the flattery.
Then the same feeling happened again when Robin eagerly saved her a seat in art, her heart could’ve leapt straight out of her chest.
‘They like me! Holy shit, they really like me!’ She celebrated. ‘Maybe I am more than bearable.’
“Animals, all of them! Two people tried to take your chair even though I said it was taken, can you believe that? The audacity of humans never ceases to amaze me. Anyway, how was the rest of your weekend?” Robin asked eagerly.
“Not a lot happened after Saturday,” Y/n sighed as she dug through her bag for her sketchbook to work on the ‘Still-life of the Day’
“Sam and I watched those movies! We really liked them.” Y/n nudged Robin’s elbow with her own as Robin's face lit up at the compliment. “Ahh! That’s exactly why I do what I do.” She nodded thoughtfully.
Y/n giggled and continued, “Sam went back to college, but he’s coming back in two weeks! We should hang out again.” Robin nodded vigorously in agreement. “That’d be awesome! Steve can’t stop talking about him, he called me yesterday and couldn’t stop bringing him up! If I didn’t know any better I’d say he’s got a crush—“
“Ahahahaha!” Y/n’s nervous and forced laughter fell from her unexpectedly. Robin quirked a curious eyebrow at her. “I mean, was I picking up the wrong vibe? Or was something like…happening between them?” Robin’s eyes widened with intrigue, her voice lowering in seriousness. Y/n’s vocal chords seemed to seize at the question, only a long, soft squeak emanated from her as she shook her head with eyes wide as saucers.
Robin's eyes narrowed in brief suspicion before shaking whatever thoughts she had from her head, “I could be wrong! But hey, Sam would be a lovely change from the Heidis, Heathers, and Michelles he keeps going through. I keep telling him there’s no shame in exploring! And I know Steve, he may not know it, but he was flirting, like hard core flirting, and not just flirting, but melting! Anything Sam said Steve reacted as if it was the most profound thing, and I mean Sam is funny, funny as hell! But not nearly as funny as Steve thinks he is. Do you know what I mean?”
Y/n’s chest lightened at the manner in which Robin spoke on the topic, but it wasn’t Y/n’s secret to tell, and she wouldn’t ever betray her brother no matter how trustworthy the person could be. She only nodded in response, which was enough of an answer for Robin to know her theory wasn’t so far out of left field as she initially thought.
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The rest of the hour consisted of Robin talking and Y/n drawing and listening, something she was good at. Y/n wasn’t great at conversation, unless aided by Mary Jane, of course, but something the adults in her life prided her on was her ability to be a good listener. It was something she learned to enjoy depending on who she was listening to, and Robin was very fun to listen to.
“No, no, no, I’m telling you it was AWFUL, I mean, the mac and cheese was baked like a lasagna but hard as cement. I can’t not burn anything! And don’t get me started on my mother, ‘Robin Christine Buckley, do you not know how to set a timer?’ ‘Robin Christine, get your head out of the clouds!’ I mean, c’mon, woman, you’ve known me long enough to know I’m pretty incapable of keeping my feet on the ground!” Robin huffed exasperatedly as she scribbled in the messy shading of the fruit bowl she chose to replicate.
“Is your mom like that? Constantly on your ass, I mean.” Robin shrugged before glancing down at Y/n’s own work. “Holy shit! That’s so good! How did I not know you were so good at this?” Robin exclaimed, moving swiftly to peer over her shoulder at the sketch of the hanging plant that hung in the corner they faced.
“Oh, uh, thank you! I—I just trace the object with my eyes and my hand follows it on the paper, it isn’t a huge deal, I’ve had a lot of free time to try, too. It’s hard to slow down at first but something just clicked. I’m sure it’ll get easier the more you figure out how it works for you.” Y/n stumbled out, fleeing the praise with urgency. The feeling felt foreign and a little icky.
“Dude, don’t even downplay it, I love this. If you don’t think it’s good art, when Ms.Jacobs grades it, let me have it! I’ll put it up in my room so you don’t have to look at such mediocrity.” Robin said expectantly and tapped the page with her middle and index fingers.
Robin glanced up through the glass of the classroom door to see a dreamy eyed boy staring at the side of Y/n’s head with an adoring smile tugging at his lips. “Uh, I think that’s for you.” Robin nudged Y/n’s knee with her own to get her attention and then nodded softly at the door beside her.
Y/n slowly peeked through her peripheral vision to get a look at the boy that haunted her every thought since she met him. She locked eyes with him as she turned, a smile playing at her lips, though she forced it down to avoid looking eager.
Eddie was now aware he was caught, though he really didn’t care to hide his adoration. He was simply strolling the hallway the long way around to the bathroom during a particularly boring math lecture, when he caught a glimpse of his dream girl in the art room window. He couldn’t catch a view of her drawing but even if he could he probably wouldn’t have noticed it anyway, her heavenly profile capturing his attention.
His eyes traced down her forehead and along the slope of her nose, down the curves of her lips and the round of her delicate chin. The bank of windows on the other side of the room flooded the midday light onto her, placing her golden halo back around her and made the colors of her hair dance when she’d move.
Eddie held up a hand and lightly saluted with his index finger, his smile growing the longer he got to look at her. Y/n waved shyly, biting back her own smile, which Eddie noticed immediately.
‘She’s happy to see me.’
“You totally have to tell me what happened on Saturday after you guys left.” Robin mumbled with wide eyes darting back to the door every once in a while, though Eddie either didn’t notice or didn’t care. Y/n only nodded, her eyes unmoving from Eddie. He motioned for her to ‘come outside’, and before she knew it she was out of her seat asking for a hall pass.
Her heart hammered familiarly in her throat, sweat prickled at her hairline while she geared up to talk to him, even if it was only for five minutes.
She rounded the corner to meet him by the window he spotted her though, and was met with a face full of the scent she was becoming acquainted with as she slammed into his chest. Giggles poured from them both as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and rested his chin on her head.
They breathed each other in, whispering quiet hellos in the stillness of the deserted hallway. They swayed slightly as she brought her arms tighter around his waist, goosebumps swarming her arms at the gentle strokes on her back. The embrace was over all too soon, Y/n stepping back to lean against the lockers to look at him properly. He rested his shoulder against the lockers lazily, his arms crossed in front of his chest, accentuating his biceps.
“How was your Sunday, sweetheart?” His words met her ears feeling like velvet. “I-It was nice! Slow.” She shrugged, “What about you?” She asked as she struggled to maintain eye contact. She was nervous but she also couldn’t decide where to look because there was so much about him she wanted to look at; the curl pattern of his hair, the shape and straightness of his teeth, the curve of his cheek when the corner of his smile dug into it.
‘He’s so so pretty.’
“Oh, you know, just one of the few times I was ready for the weekend to be over.” He spoke with nonchalance to mask his quiet nervousness, his eyes darting all across her face with intrigue.
Y/n quietly giggled as her face heated up. “I just, uh, wanted to tell you good morning,” He scratched the nape of his neck, the anxiety starting to creep up on him. She smiled and directed her attention to the floor as her throat went prickly. “Good morning, Eddie.” She managed in a whisper.
He’s not the kind of guy to go out of his way to make a girl he has a crush on feel special, not anymore at least; he’s had his hopes stepped on too many times by the girls of Hawkins over the years.
But Y/n somehow accessed this buried part of himself. Eddie dusted off his romantic charm with hesitance and then determination, setting a goal to be whatever Y/n needed him as, and to make a damn good job of it. No matter what, he was going to show her he cared.
He could feel his heart beat in his chest and worried it was visible through his Black Sabbath shirt. “Good morning…” he trailed off, noticing as she fiddled with her necklace and hid her smile behind her hand. “I was, um, also wondering if you’d wanna come sit at my table during lunch, with Hellfire? Bring Robin!” He bit back a smile as he awaited her response, as if she even needed to think about it. The only problem for Y/n was making words come out of her mouth.
‘Spit it out!’
When Eddie’s hopeful demeanor began to falter, Y/n’s words leapt from her throat to make it all better again. “Yes! Absolutely. I’ll, um, ask Robin if she wants to join, but I’ll be there. For sure.” Y/n’s throat tightened up at the thought of the verbal overkill.
‘He gets it, you’re going to sit with him. Any more of that and he’ll think you’re desperate.’
A pang of embarrassment hit her in the chest, her face threatening to screw up in discomfort, though she fought it for Eddie’s sake. “Great! Great, I’ll make sure to save you a couple seats next to me, yeah?” Eddie confirmed as he began retreating down the hall to the bathroom.
Y/n could only smile and nod, the swarm that invaded her stomach now all aflutter. He nodded back to her before tripping over his Reeboks as he tried to turn the corner backwards, not ready to tear his gaze away. His face flushed with heat as her hand flew up to her mouth while he steadied himself and shot her a thumbs up, ‘Like an idiot!’ He scolded himself as he ducked into the bathroom.
Y/n shuffled back to the art room door, not sure if she needed to squeal out of excitement or throw up from embarrassment. She decided on three deep breaths before going back in.
Robin's eyes immediately met Y/n’s as she approached the table, her quivering breath easing as she sat down and let out a quiet and long exhale. “Well? What was that about??” Robin urged quietly. “He asked us to sit with Hellfire at lunch!” Y/n responded almost immediately, Robins face jolted back with shock. “Us? He asked us?”
Y/n nodded. “What were his exact words, though?” Robin scratched her scalp with a pencil in thought, the math not adding up to her. Eddie and her were friends for a while now, but he’d never actually invited her to sit with the Hellfire club at school—not that she minded, she liked to stay clear of the cafeteria if she could.
“He said he wanted to know if I wanted to sit with him at lunch and that I should bring you too.” Y/n shrugged, a content smile resting on her face. “Aha! He didn’t ask us! He asked you!” Robin smiled in victory. Y/n blushed and rolled her eyes, a dismissive shake of her head silencing the rest of Robins teasing she had cooked up. Instead, they settled back into a comfortable silence, the scratching of graphite against copy paper the only noise between them until Robin nudged Y/n’s elbow yet again and the girl stopped focusing on the hanging Ivy to look at her.
“I’ll come if you want me to, you know.” She uttered to her quiet friend. Y/n’s brows raised as if to say ‘Really? You would?’
Robin nodded, catching Y/n’s thought without missing a beat. “I’ll be there.”
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Y/n clutched her tray of extra crispy chicken nuggets and soggy greens to keep herself from combusting out of nervousness. Her eyes scanned the room for any sign of Robin, hoping to walk over together. Her eyes landed on the Hellfire table, which Robin already occupied a seat at.
She was listening intently to a story Eddie’s friend Gareth was telling, fiddling with her milk carton absentmindedly. Y/n then noticed the empty seat between Robin and Eddie, whose eyes searched the room much like Y/n had been previously. He anxiously nibbled on his cashews, ready to see her again even though it had only been an hour since their hallway rendezvous.
“What’s his deal?” Mike asked Dustin regarding Eddie. Dustin shrugged his shoulders and gave a simple answer about ‘Eddie being Eddie’. Robin spotted Y/n before Eddie was able to and stood to eagerly wave her over. “Y/n/n! Over here!” Her thousand watt smile beamed at her from across the room, her volume catching a few looks from surrounding tables, though Robin didn’t notice.
Y/n felt a tense but genuine smile take over and let out a big exhale on her way over at a determined pace. She kept her eyes on the floor in front of her, terrified at the idea of tripping for all to see. Eddie's shoulders relaxed at the sight of her quiet beauty rushing over to the table, hair whipping so delicately around her he wanted to reach out and run his fingers through it. Her glittering eyes flickered up from the floor to him, her heart delighted in the grin he wore for her.
Eddie pulled out her chair, his eyes never leaving her now that he had her in his vicinity. “Hey, guys.” She sighed contently as she plopped down in her seat. Robin scooted closer to Y/n, as did Eddie, which the Hellfire club took note of.
“Hi,” Eddie said softly, internally willing her eyes to move to his so he could indulge in the crystalline colors of her irises. She obliged him by turning, a matching smile rising at the sight of his own. “Hi.” She echoed just as softly.
‘Yeah, you said that.’
Y/n shook the thought from her head, breaking the spell they both briefly fell under. Eddie cleared his throat and stood behind his chair to introduce the members of the club Y/n didn’t know yet. “These guys also happen to be the rest of Corroded Coffin.” Eddie nodded proudly as the three boys greeted Y/n.
“We’d love to have you ladies sit in on a campaign sometime— if that’s something you’re interested in! You totally don’t have to, if that isn’t your kind of thing, I didn’t even ask if you knew anything about—“
“DnD, right?” Y/n interrupted, Eddie’s eyes widening with pleasant surprise as he took his seat again, taking the opportunity to scoot closer to her without drawing much attention. “You ever play before?” He asked with intrigue.
Y/n shook her head, “I’ve only read about it, not like propaganda or anything, but I did get my hands on a manual one time and read through a few campaigns. It’s been a while though.” She shrugged and pushed her mushy green beans around her plate with her plastic fork.
Eddie was beaming, he could work with that. “Does that mean you’d wanna check out a session? Or am I completely misreading this?” He asked. Y/n softly giggled and nodded, “When and where, Munson.” She shrugged again.
‘That was good, but stop moving your shoulders, you look like an idiot.’
‘Shut up.’
“Thursday after school in the drama room, ‘til about nine-ish.” He replied almost instantly, knocking his knuckles on the table nervously. Y/n and Robin exchanged wide eyed glances before the latter nodded. “We’ll be there.” Y/n nodded in confirmation.
Eddie's heart all but leapt out of his chest, “Do we bring snacks?” Y/n asked, wondering if this is an opportunity to bake something sweet. Before Eddie could respond, the table erupted with agreement and eager nods:
“Newbies actually bring snacks for the session, it’s tradition, really—“
“Uh, yeah! Of course they’re supposed to bring snacks!”
“Totally—by the way I’m allergic to nuts.”
Eddie shook his head incredulously and went to stop the boys from messing with her any further until he spotted her laughing and rolling her eyes playfully, “I definitely don’t believe you guys, but I’ll bring something anyway, I don’t mind.” She shrugged again, his eyes moving to the way it shifted her light jacket that lazily hung off her shoulder, her hair a mesh over the silver glint of the chain she wore around her neck.
How jealous he was of that chain.
His eyes scanned the skin of her exposed shoulder, so soft and so touchable…
“I dunno, what do you think, Ed?” Y/n asked Eddie for his opinion between brownies and cookies, or even some sort of crumble cake, but Eddie had no idea where the conversation arrived since he fell under her spell again.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” He asked quietly, biting his lip. “Desserts! What do you think; cookies, brownies, or a cake for Thursday?”
Something about the question lit Eddie’s heart on fire; maybe it was the fact she wanted to bake for him, or maybe it was hearing her talk about future plans like they’d hung out millions of times before. Whatever it was, Eddie knew he couldn’t wait to try anything she brought. “I’m a cookie guy, myself, but I have a serious sweet tooth. I’ll devour anything you put in front of me.” He said lowly, not meaning for the double entendre to slip, though it was definitely caught by Y/n, whose breath hitched at the phrasing.
“I just might have to bring some options, huh?” She said after a shallow breath. Eddie loved the familiar shyness taking over her that he’s missed since Saturday night. Her cheeks flushed pink at his chuckle. “Here, you don’t need to eat this garbage, you like cashews?” He asked quietly, dragging her tray away and sliding his bag of cashews over.
She happily accepted a couple from the bag, leaning her back against the seat and bringing her leg up to her chest, finally relaxed. His heart swelled at the thought of her being comfortable here with him.
Eddie spent the rest of lunch with his hand propping up his chin and the hand closest to Y/n was left on his knee that was so close to touching hers she thought she might die. He listened to her converse with Robin, making minimum interruptions in order to drink up anything the girl gave out. She mirrored him, having her hand closest to him on her knee, the proximity of their fingers already enough to feel the magnetic pull towards one another.
‘Just one touch, a light graze…’
‘No, weirdo, that’s too much.’ His brain berated him, not knowing Y/n was burdened with the same thoughts circulating her head.
‘I could just reach over and lock pinkies with him, friends who touch do that, right?’
‘Who even says we’re friends that touch?’
‘You slept in the same bed with him, interlocking pinkies is okay!’
She reminded herself. Before she could make her move, the bell sent a grating trill through the room, collective groans sounded throughout the space as the lovebirds jolted away from one another at the alarm.
“Ah, shit, I gotta run, I can’t be late to O’Donnell’s again!” Robin cried as she picked up her bag and raced out of the cafeteria. Eddie chuckled, knowing the feeling all too well.
Gareth, Jeff, and Grant quickly cleared their trays, leaving the two almost completely alone, a few stragglers loitered about. “What do you have next?” Eddie asked as he picked up their bags, slinging his over his shoulder and holding hers by the top down by his side, then reached over for his lunchbox.
“Thanks,” Y/n said reaching for her bag as Eddie simultaneously moved away, their game of chase in the park invading her mind immediately, the butterflies starting their slow eruption. “Eddie, I can carry my bag, you’re gonna make us late!” She giggled lightly, moving for the bag again, only to be met with a clumsy spin move to the door closest to their table. “Sorry, can’t hear you, I’m busy walking to history with both of my backpacks.” He called over his shoulder at the dumbstruck girl sporting an incredulous smile on her lips.
Y/n jogged to catch up to him in the hallway. “You have Ms. Lyon this period?” She asked, sneakily grabbing for the bag straps, but failing to detach it from his grip.
“In fact, I do. You probably haven’t seen me there before because I sneak in the back when I’m late, which is often. Other times I just skip all together because lately I’ve been using my lunch break to hotbox the van, you know? But then I don’t wanna show up smelling like skunk cause then what? The cops show up and drag me outta here with a laundry list of reasons,” he chuckled darkly, “Yeah, I’ll take a tardy or an absence over jail time.” He scoffed quietly, his confidence wavering.
‘Way to make yourself sound like a loser, you dumb fuck.’ His brain echoed.
“No, no, I get it! This morning I really wanted to smoke a jay on the walk over but I didn’t want to smell because—“ she stopped herself when she figured out she wasn’t headed in the same direction he was. “Because… then I’d smell like shit all day and I can’t be that kid.” She joked and tried to ignore the pounding in her chest.
Eddie let out a hearty laugh, “Well, if it makes you feel better you’ve never smelled like weed, and I know for a fact you hotboxed your brother’s bronco before the Hideout. I can smell that shit from, like, a mile away, you know, I’m a hound for the ganja. But, uh, yeah, you never smell like a stoner.” He shook his head at himself as they arrived at the classroom right as the tardy bell rang, taking the last two seats in the back of the room side by side, the bank of windows in the room shining on her like they did in art, and he had the best seat to watch.
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Eddie debated the rest of the day on whether or not he should ask Y/n to hang out after school. He craved that alone time they had on Saturday under the stars, or the time they shared in the woods when they met.
But he couldn’t bring himself to a solid decision by the time the final bell rang. He sprung out of his seat and walked to her locker, determined to at least tell her bye. Dustin tried to flag him down on his way past, though Eddie didn’t spare the boy a glance, only a wave over the shoulder and offering a “Can’t talk right now, bud, I’ll catch you later!”
Eddie sped around the corner and weaved through the bodies of his slow moving peers with urgency. He spotted her as soon as he arrived at her hallway, admiring her in her natural state. She exchanged books in her locker, grabbing her worn novel from English and sticking it in her bag, along with her flat and stiff sketchbook, which was a deep orange that made his heart tingle.
Y/n closed her door and spotted Eddie as she turned. Her resting bitch face lit up like a birthday cake with sixteen candles on top at the sight of him making his way to her.
‘Did he come find me or was he just passing through?’
‘Maybe it's a coincidence.’
“Fancy meeting you here.” He said with charm, you wouldn’t think he was internally cringing at himself, but he was.
‘Yeah, no shit, you go to the same school and you literally sought her out, freak.’
“Very fancy, indeed.” She leant against her locker, an attempt at nonchalance. “What are you up to after school?” She asked, ready to hear him talk about anything.
“Oh, just, a little band practice for a few hours at Gareth’s,” Eddie glanced around at the emptying hallway, hoping he wasn’t being a bother or keeping her from anything. “What about you? What do you got going on?”
“At some point I gotta go grocery shopping with my dad, but then after that I’m probably just gonna sit in my room and rot for a bit til the moon comes out.” Her eyes twinkled at the mention of the moon and bit her lip tenderly, remembering the way Eddie looked on the roof under the light of the moon.
Saturday seemed like ages ago, their time in Y/n’s special place felt as if the world was free of other people and it was all left for the two of them. They both ached for time like that again.
“Sounds like a pretty solid plan. I might have to have a look at the moon, myself, tonight.” He said, shoving his hands in his pockets and easing towards the exit nearest to the parking lot. Y/n walked with him, her chest warming at the sentiment.
“Is that so? Do you look at the moon often?” She quipped, asking out of both genuine curiosity and for the sake of banter. “Only here recently.” He smiled, leaning his full weight against the door to open it for her, causing the door to swing open abruptly and slam against the pale brick harder than necessary, though it didn’t faze Eddie, who seemed to have chaos follow wherever he went.
If he was the chaos, Y/n didn’t know, nor did she care. If he was chaos then she was absolutely, a thousand percent into chaos.
She giggled as he strode up to her and snatched her bag from her shoulder, yet again. “Eddie! Why? What are you doing??” She couldn’t help but laugh as he jogged to his van ahead in the mostly clear parking lot. “Gotta get you in my van somehow!” He slowed his strides to a walk and turned around to hold up her bag with an ornery smile fixed on his face, his tongue running over his teeth in anticipation.
“Is this the part where I just say ‘screw the bag’ and run? ‘Cause I’m seeing some red flags here.” She laughed as she came closer to the door he leaned against. “And yet here you are.” He joked, though the timber of his voice was more prominent in his delivery, sending a shiver down the back of Y/n’s neck.
She let out a nervous huff as she smiled down at the ground, pushing a loose piece of gravel around with her shoe. “Here I am.” He smiled as he caught the pink flushing her face.
He opened the driver’s side door and tossed the bags in, leaning over farther to set his lunchbox on top. “Care for a ride home?” Eddie gestured to the open door behind him, inviting her to climb in. Y/n’s face lit up at the offer and nodded eagerly, “That would be really nice, thank you.” She said softly and approached the open door. Eddie held his hand out to help her step in and she accepted it immediately.
The magnetic pull between them was present, inviting the butterflies that had been stewing all day to surge down through their veins and rush to each other despite the barrier of skin separating them from reuniting. Eddie squeezed her hand softly, sending an extra jolt of affection to her heart. As she settled into the passenger seat, her fingers slipped from his, the electricity disconnecting at the loss of touch.
Eddie loved seeing her in his van next to him, and he hoped someday soon he’d be able to reach over and hold her hand the whole ride home— or even in her hair, or cradling her cheek, resting on her shoulder, maybe stroking the nape of her pretty little neck.
The butterflies that previously tingled in his hands quickly shot down south, the sensation reminding Eddie to take some deep breaths and center himself before he had an embarrassing situation on his hands.
Y/n pulled her bag from the floor between them and dug around for her empty cassette case that held a shorter spliff—half tobacco and half herb. She touched the end to the tip of her nose and breathed in the earthy scent. “Care to spark up with me? I don’t have any gas money to offer.” She shrugged.
Eddie swung his door shut and turned to see his angel in his preferred state: one leg folded up against her chest, her basic jacket hanging off one shoulder, her hair careless and free around her, and a toke ready to be taken between her fingers. He felt like she was a gift, though he knew explicitly she didn’t belong to him.
“I’d love nothing more, princess.”
‘That damn nickname again.’ Y/n almost keeled over. No one had ever made her feel like a princess before. Important, yes; her father and brother always made her feel important, but never special like Eddie did.
Y/n suppressed a giggle, already feeling unbearably corny as it is. If her brother could see her today, she wouldn’t be able to live it down.
‘But then again, I could also never let him live Steve down, the giggly fuck.’
Before she could let the inexplicable laughter slip, she stuck the spliff in her mouth and dug around for her still missing orange lighter. The engine purred as Eddie started the ignition, the girl patting herself down repeatedly then searching the pockets of her bag again. “Still can’t find it, huh?” Eddie said with a tsk, reaching into his jacket pocket and retrieving the zippo that’s come to her rescue a few times before.
Eddie could see the flame reflected in her corneas as he flicked it to life, the depth of her irises even more prominent now. Her eyes crinkled at the sides when her mouth formed a small smile around the rolled paper between her lips. She leaned forward to inhale the flame into the toke, his focus unmoving from her mouth.
‘Okay, see, this is exactly what we’re not supposed to be doing!’
Eddie reminded himself, quickly snapping the top closed. The space filled with two generous clouds before she handed it over to Eddie, who plucked it expertly from her grasp and stuck it in his mouth as he shifted gears and pulled out of the parking lot with a lurch.
Y/n loved the way he looked with a smoke hanging out of his mouth while his hands were busy. Eddie blew the smoke out from the corner of his mouth and made a prompt move to crank the window down a little.
“You wanna pick something to listen to?” He asked as he turned to join the flow of traffic. Eddie then handed the joint back over for her to stick in her mouth as she dug around in the glovebox, carding through the newly familiar cases and titles. She secretly hoped she’d come across another unlikely album of his.
Which is kind of what happened.
She took two heavy pulls from the spliff, leaving the rest for Eddie. She filled her lungs ‘til they burned and then exhaled as the dizzying buzz washed over her head. That’s when she saw her girl Joan Jett at the back of the glove box.
“Eddie, my boy, you never cease to surprise me!” She said amusedly, his face flushing at the return of her ease in conversation. He loved it when she let go. He was so wrapped up at the sound of her calling him ‘her boy’, he didn’t even know what she was talking about, so he offered a quiet “Yeah,” and half a shrug, his attention trained on the road ahead.
“Joan Jett? I love her. She’s everything I wish I could be.” She said easily as she ejected his Black Sabbath cassette and started her pick. I Hate Myself for Loving You started, the familiar drum beat leading the intro making her immediately bob her head in time. Before Eddie could ask what she meant, she launched into rockstar mode, using the cassette case as her microphone and imitating Joan.
Eddie found it hard to focus on the last couple of turns to her neighborhood, completely entranced by how free she seemed at this moment.
“Midnight, gettin’ uptight, where are you,” She sang into her make-do mic with wide eyes and her hair shaking around her, Eddie thanked the powers that be that he was pulling into the spot by the curb he occupied the last time he was here, now able to throw it in park and face her while he smoked the rest of the spliff. His eyes turned hungry on her again while watching her perform for him.
Y/n noticed her fathers car wasn’t in the driveway from his day shift today. His schedule had been hectic since he’d been taking any extra shifts they allowed him to, sometimes working the day, others the night, which is why most of the time he took Friday afternoon, evening, and night to catch up on sleep.
But today's Monday, so he should be coming home from work in about a half hour, which elated Y/n that she’d have this time to spend with Eddie to herself.
Her eyes went back to Eddie, who watched her intently. She cranked up the volume and her energy, his smile broadening at her antics. “Hey, Jack, it’s a fact they’re talkin’ in town, I turn my back and now you’re messing around, I’m not gettin’ jealous, don’t like looking like a clown!”
Eddie couldn’t help but join her for the chorus, which made her scream in amusement and excitement. “I think of you every night and day, you took my heart and you took my pride away…”
“I hate myself for loving you! Can’t break free from the things that you do! I wanna walk but I run back to you, that’s why I hate myself for loving you!” They sang to one another, feeling closer to Saturday than they did earlier at school.
Eddie shook his head and took the last drag of the spliff roach before smothering it in the ashtray under the radio. He pulled out his carton of Marlboros, offering one out to her. She happily took it from him as he brought out the zippo again, lighting it for her like the gentleman he was.
“So, like, does your guys’ dad know you smoke?” He asked as she breathed life into the stick. Before responding she tilted her head back and forth in thought, shrugging her shoulders as she exhaled,
“That’s a great question, actually. I honestly can’t tell. We haven’t had an official conversation about it all, which I don’t see coming, ever. But the old man smokes cigarettes, so this is pretty easy to get away with,” she took another drag to collect her thoughts, Eddie flicked his ashes out the window and turned the music down slightly.
“The weed though, I’m not sure if I just do a good enough job hiding it or if he doesn’t notice. Cause I know there’s been many a time we’ve shown up at home smelling like we’ve been ambushed by a gang of skunks. But he always knew where we were going and what was happening at these parties, like, he was the only parent that knew where his kids were. I go back and forth between him not minding and him being disappointed, you know? It isn’t like he hasn’t touched the stuff. But I’m sure it’d scare him ‘cause of my mom.” She stopped and took two deep draws to silence the intrusive thoughts invading her mind after bringing up her mother.
‘Way to ruin it, dumbass. It’s not time for you to talk about your mommy-issues.’ Y/n scrunched her brows at the thought and turned to look out the window. The only sounds filling the space between the two were the muffled engine and the quiet sounds of Joan fading with the end of the song.
A silence took over; Y/n busy berating herself as Eddie searched for the right words to connect with her. Right when Y/n was about to abandon ship and tell Eddie she’d see him tomorrow, he spoke up. “I get that,” he said as she clutched the door handle. Her eyes met his, that earnest gleam evident in his stare.
“That’s exactly how it is for me and Wayne. He didn’t know about the cigarettes for a long time, but by the time he figured it out I was pretty well grown and had my own pocket money to buy them, so he just kinda let it go. But, uh, when he found out about the weed and my… business endeavors… he was pretty worked up.” He nodded, a severe grimace falling over his features.
“What happened?” Y/n asked.
“Word spreads, you know? But, uh, he went to pack some lunch for me—something he hadn’t done in a long time because I told him he didn’t need to anymore, and he found everything.” Eddie ran his hands over his face as he relived the memory.
“He was more scared than anything, I think. Scared that I was going down the same road as my parents. He was like ‘Is this really the way you want your life to go, Tim?’ and that just…killed me.” Eddie shook his head at himself.
Y/n didn’t know who Tim was, but she could only assume it was Eddie’s father. “What was in there? Was it just weed?” She asked. Eddie didn’t look at her and could only shake his head no with tense disappointment in himself.
“Wayne’s my dad’s older brother, they were thick as thieves growing up… until the war then Wayne had to go be a badass in the jungle for a couple years. And I think that really fucked with my dad. That’s when he started dabbling with pot and psychedelics, met my mom, and then finally they decided it was time to take the next step in their relationship and try some crazy addictive shit together… aaand you know the rest of the story.” He waved off the rest of the story dismissively, trying to put up a nonchalant front for armor.
They shared more silence, this one much more comfortable for Y/n; Eddie, not so much. “What did you have? At the time, I mean.” She asked softly, silently wondering how far his adventures with drugs have taken him.
Eddie took a nervous peek at her. “You asking if I sell crack, sweetheart?” A mischievous smile hiding at the corners of his lips. Y/n rolled her eyes and couldn’t help but laugh. As if on cue, her fathers station wagon pulled into the driveway.
“There’s the old man, now.” She said quietly, tapping her finger on the window where her fathers head popped up out of the car. Johnny wore a curious expression on his face in regard to the van on the other side of the yard, but quickly dropped it and headed inside, shuffling his feet tiredly.
“Huh, you’re right, Sam looks just like him.” Eddie nodded, recalling how she described her dad from before. “But I definitely see how you belong to him, too.” He smiled genuinely and met her eye, successfully pulling a smile from her in return.
Y/n pulled her lip between her teeth, never hearing anyone compare her to her father even if it was a remark as simple as that. “Why you always gotta do that, huh?” She laughed as she swung the door open and hopped down to retrieve her bag from the floorboard. “Do what?” He asked incredulously, placing a hand against his chest in faux offense.
Y/n rolled her eyes again, “Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’ll see you later, Eddie. Thanks for the ride, my feet really appreciate it.” She joked as she threw her cigarette butt on the ground and squashed it with her red converse. “Y’know, the trailer park’s right over there?” He asked suddenly before she shut the door, her head cocking in confusion.
“Where I live, it isn’t far, like, at all,” Y/n nodded though had no idea where he was trying to go with this, “W-What I’m trying to get at is, I cou—I could give you a ride, to or from! Or both, both makes more sense, obviously, but… ball’s in your court.” He cringed at the basketball reference and his fumbling. He could pass it off on being blazed, right?
Y/n’s smile stretched back across her face and she laughed adorably at his fluster. “I’d really love that, Eddie.” She fidgeted with the straps on her bag and looked back at the ground briefly to stop herself from smiling like a maniac, but she couldn’t help it. The boy did things to her.
“Great! Awesome. It also gives me an excuse to get to school on time, so…my first two teachers will thank you.” He relaxed at her smile, wishing their time together wasn’t coming to an end.
“Does, uh, 7:30 work for you?” She asked, peeking up from her hands to see a blanched Eddie sitting before her, “Th-That’s what time you go to school? Shit, yeah! That works for me.” He nodded in surprise, he’s gonna have to get some batteries for his alarm clock if he’s gonna get up at 7:15 from now on.
“We can leave later! I’m used to walking so it won’t take long for us to get there anyway, really.”
“Nah, no, no, no, the lady says 7:30, 7:30 it will be.” He held up his hands in finality. Y/n pressed her lips into a playfully annoyed line and shook her head at him once more. “You are…”
“A freak?” He asked with a wrinkled nose and teasing tone. Y/n rolled her eyes and scoffed at his self deprecation. “Bye, Eddie.” She said softly before shutting the door firmly and turning around, taking extra care to pay attention to her footing to avoid tripping in front of him.
Eddie watched her walk all the way to her house until she disappeared onto the front porch. He sighed, letting out a prolonged and aggravated grumble and pressing his forehead to the top of the steering wheel.
How can a girl make him so comfortable and nervous and excited and tense all at the same time???
Y/n shared the same thoughts as she closed the door behind her, leaning back onto the pane of glass with a long exhale.
‘That was so great and so stupid, what the fuck.’ She tilted her head back with a thud and a grimace, the embarrassment physically painful.
‘He obviously wants to see you again or he wouldn’t have offered the ride.’
‘He could’ve just offered because he’s nice, not because he wanted to.’ She sighed, her bully hitting her where it hurts.
‘You aren’t anything special, you know.’ Her voice echoed.
Before she could spiral too far, her dad rounded the corner to view his quietly distressed daughter. “You okay, kiddo? Your head hurt or something?” He asked as he slowly approached and set a hand on top of her head tenderly.
Y/n opened her eyes and shook her head assuringly, “No, no, I’m good. Just taking a minute in the quiet, you know?” Her heart’s pace picked up at the thought of the rather loud aroma wafting off her clothes.
Johnny removed the hand from her head and unhooked the keys from their place by the door with the mail and his grocery list written in his small print. He picked up his wire rimmed glasses that were identical to Sam and Y/n’s own— which Y/n refused to wear because of the comments she used to receive in middle school.
‘Sure, when they wear them they look ‘scholarly’ but when I wear them I look like a dweeb.’ She’d thought all those years.
“Who gave you the ride?” Her dad asked as he slipped the eyeglasses onto his face, “Just a friend from school, one from the group Sam and I hung out with Saturday night.” She explained while they walked outside and locked the front door.
“Oh, that Steve fella?” He asked over his shoulder before opening his door to the car. Y/n stifled a laugh, “Uh, no, uh, Steve’s not in high school, he graduated last year— like Sam.” She recovered.
She flipped down into the plush seat of the wagon, her father buckling up and starting the engine. He dialed the radio knob to his personal favorite station that played mostly jam bands like the Grateful Dead.
The prolonged guitar solo of Althea drifted through the speakers quietly at first and then louder as Johnny adjusted the volume. Though Johnny was a quiet guy, he preferred his music loud, much like his daughter.
“Was this friend…friendly?” He asked, eyeing her without suspicion, a hidden curiosity unfolding across his features. Y/n felt the familiar heat creep up her cheeks and avoided eye contact. “Wh-What do you even mean, ‘friendly’?” She dodged.
Johnny rolled his eyes and shifted the car into reverse. “You know, friendlier than the average run of the mill friend? Not be confused with a best friend?” He asked without looking at her this time, hoping she wouldn’t need too much prying to share her thoughts.
Y/n suppressed a smile and looked out the window and gave a shrug. “He’s a good friend. A nice friend… I might join a club at school with him and a few others, by the way.”
Johnny raised an eyebrow and quickly looked over to search her face. He wanted her to talk about the boy on her own terms, even if it made him a little nervous. “A club? Wow… I knew you had it in you, kiddo. What kind of a club?”
Y/n exhaled in relief that he wasn’t going to press her, she leaned back and turned to look at him as he turned back onto the road her and Eddie had just traveled down not long before. “Y-you ever heard of the game dungeons and dragons?”
Johnny smirked, recalling the days of the 70s in the short time he had between his adolescence and fatherhood, some of his friends’ younger siblings had started playing the game, which they all got picked on relentlessly for being geeky. He only nodded his head in response.
“They have a club at school that plays every week, and my friend Robin and I got invited to sit in on a session and see what we think. So I'll be home late on Thursday, if that’s alright with you.”
Johnny purses his lips to give the impression he had to think about it pretty hard, “Depends…” he shrugged, his sarcasm not registering with his daughter just yet. “Oh, uh, on what?” She was taken aback by his hesitance, accustomed to his approval.
“Nothin’, just… is your good, nice friend gonna bring you home?” He looked over at her trying his best to maintain a straight face. Y/n’s flush returned to her face full force this time as she rolled her eyes and hid behind her hands, dramatically throwing her head back against the seat and letting an irritated groan loose. “Oh my god.” She shook her head and let her fingers slide down the front of her face, pulling the skin under her eyes and cheeks with it.
Johnny let out a quiet laugh, his eyes shining and wrinkling at the sides in the way both of his children did. “Just want you to get home safe is all, you want me to pick you up? Come inside and introduce myself?” He asked, his poker face beginning to falter at his daughter’s undoing.
“No no no! That’s fine, Eddie told me he’s gonna pick me up for school tomorrow so I’m sure a ride back from Hellfire wouldn’t be a big deal either.” She ran a nervous hand through her hair, scratching at the roots.
“Oh, so the good, nice friend is called Eddie, huh? And Hellfire? What a name. Sounds like fun, really. I’m, uh, glad you’re getting involved again, Y/n/n. I was worried the move would be too much, you know? But I’m really proud of you.” He nodded at the road. Johnny wasn’t the best with feelings or talks about them, he hadn’t any idea about the few encounters Y/n had with guys from her old town, so her being around a new male friend that made her obviously nervous was new territory for him.
He didn’t want her to feel underprepared, but had faith she would come to him if she needed anything no matter how big or small. Johnny just wished he could express it. Y/n smiled at her lap, the simple words from her father meaning the world. “Thanks, pop.”
Johnny smiled and reached over to pat her shoulder. They arrived at the Big Buy, Y/n following her father and suddenly feeling much smaller than she was by trailing after him like a duckling.
“So, you slay any dragons in this game?”
“Dad, it’s literally called Dungeons and Dragons, what do you think?”
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I’ve been drawing like a machine today. Which is good! I’m trying to draw more now that I have Tumblr and now that I’m in a Discord server that actually pays attention to my art (I’ll probably rant on the specifics of that later). But most of the drawings I made were pretty lousy so I’m not gonna post them all. Not everything I make is gonna be good and that’s okay!!
Anyhoo so I took a bunch of requests because that’s the easiest way to get people to pay attention to me, haha. My favorite among them was trying another hand at @cjlite210’s OC!
I’ve actually drawn the character before, in a pretty lousy comic piece for a friend as a cameo.
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As I already said, the comic was lousy. It was taking too long and I wanted it to be over with. So CJ’s cameo turned out to be just as sloppy. But I still want to show it off because here I was pretty on model—except for one thing: I gave the character a defined animal nose. Oh and I forgot the sparkles and hairpin evidently.
This is VERY petty of me but I’ve always loathed the design trope of a character having animal ears and tail, and no other animal features, yet still having the classification of “cat girl” or “fox girl” or what have you. It’s so halfhearted. I say make the character have normal human features or go full anthropomorphic. And don’t even get me started on the four ears dilemma.
Regardless, I had a request! And I wanted to make it good.
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I ended up giving the character a defined snout and paws. Since the character is a heroic psychic tanuki, I was debating giving this interpretation proper facial markings or cheek fur, but I felt that would be straying too far from what the original character is meant to look like. I still opted to add some sleeve cuffs and add another layer to the boots. I also debated adding a turtleneck, but I also felt that to be straying too far. I wanted to be petty, but not too petty.
This is definitely my favorite of my batch today. Had a lot of fun reimagining the character.
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forever1kay · 2 years
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i’ll help you if you let me - megumi fushiguro
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Apart of the Natural Hair Chronicles series!
Summary: Megumi decides to put an end to your self isolation and feels his heart break when he sees you in the condition you were in.
Pairing: Megumi Fushiguro x black!reader (implied fem)
Warnings: Natural hair issues, Megumi made you cry twice, self isolation (it was completely voluntary), tears, insecure reader, Megumi may seem a little out of character here, mention of murder but like as a joke. Let me know if I forgot anything!
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After canceling and rescheduling date night for the third time this week, Megumi knew something had to seriously be wrong. After all, you planned the majority of your dates with him. Why would you want to cancel something you planned?
He debated coming to check up on you, thinking about how you need your space and how he wants to avoid confrontation, but he felt everything would get even worse if he sat aside and did nothing. So with that, he put on his big boy draws and walked down the hall to your dorm.
He knocked multiple times, but each time all he got was a weak “go away!”
No opening the door then slamming it in his face, no happiness in your voice, it’s like you were there but only physically.
At this point, he was even more worried, so he went next door to ask Maki for her key.
(He still wasn’t sure why she got one and he didn’t, but he knew this wasn’t the time to dwell on it).
After pestering Maki for ten minutes to give him the key, he took the chance to just snatch it and run.
Thankfully, he was still alive after. But also, much to his dismay, he found you in your room sulking.
Yeah, I’ve definitely gotta get to the bottom of this.
He walks into your room and closes the door behind him, placing the key on your dresser then walking to your bed.
“Y/n.” He says, expecting you to reply. But you don’t. Instead you groan, raising your hand out of your comforter and using it to shoo him away.
He tries getting your attention a few more times but gets inevitably tired. Ignoring your whines, he pushes you to the other side of the bed and takes your previous place.
“Alright,” he starts, turning to look at you although you refuse to look at him. “What’s your problem?”
“My problem?” Your mumble almost incoherently, your voice muffled by the comforter.
“Yeah,” he says knowingly, “you’ve been sulking all week. No one has seen you.”
“I haven’t.” You reply, and although you attempt to sound strong, he can hear your voice starting to waver.
“Look,” he starts, “They’re all worried about you.”
He hears you sniffle and he corrects himself.
“We’re all worried about you.”
“You’re worried about me?” You ask, pulling your head out of the covers to a point where at least your eyes are visible to him.
“I’m always worried about you, angel.” He tells you, “even if I don’t say it often, I’ll always care.”
“You’re only being nice because I’m in my feelings.” You say, putting your head back down.
He doesn’t even try to deny. “You’re right.”
And when you sob after that fragment, he loses himself.
“But I’m still telling the truth!” He yells in a panic, “I’m always worried, but you know I wouldn’t tell you this if you weren’t sad! Please don’t make me feel worse about this than I already do!”
When you don’t stop crying, he takes matters into his own hands, pulling the cover from your body then pulling you up to lean on him.
He holds you and lets you cry into his neck, flinching slightly when he feels your snot hit the skin there. Either way, he doesn’t move you or himself.
When you stop crying, he cautiously moves you away from his neck, looking into your eyes.
“Are you okay?”
You give him a look.
His cheeks heat up. “Bad question, sorry,”
You both sit in silence for a few more minutes until you feel ready to speak.
“It wasn’t something you did,” you tell him. “It’s my hair.”
He frowns but continues to let you talk.
“It literally won’t cooperate with any style I try to do. It looks so awkward, it’s breaking off, it itches so bad. I don’t know what to do! I know it’s not a reason to cry, and I know it’s stupid but- ”
“Your feelings are valid and you can cry anytime you need to.” He cuts you off. “Whether that’s with me, with Maki, or alone. You’re only human, Y/n. But eventually, you’ll have to pick up where you left off. I know you don’t like anyone’s hands in your hair, but if you asked me I’d help. Nobara would help, Yuji would absolutely love to help, Maki would hate it but she’d do it for you. I’d give you my card for a hair appointment and even sit with you through it if you wanted me to. I know sometimes your hair pulls away from your mental health, but you’re not alone through any of it and I need you to know that.”
You start to cry again and his eyes widen. He only knows to pull you back into him again and he starts to rub your back.
“I love you!” You cry into his shirt, holding on tightly as if he’d immediately walk away if you let go.
“I love you too, pretty baby.” He says softly, kissing your bonnet since your forehead was buried into his shirt. “But if you come to your room and cut off contact with us for this long again, I’ll kill you.”
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paperweight-jellyfish · 3 months
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going to tryand do a weekly journal type thing for 2024. i forget a lot of stuff so this is my new years resolution ok here we go
1/7/24
been cleaning out my bedroom at my parents house over break. lots of old stuff there i’d forgotten about. found a bunch of old sketchbooks (which i sorted by year and put away) and it really put in perspective how long i’ve been drawing. i’ve got sketchbooks from before i had a tumblr in that pile (making them impossible to get an exact year on) kinda want to go back and redraw some realllly old stuff of mine. maybe something of eggs since i’ve been working on her story lately.
also in the Cleaning i have found a crochet project i completely forgot about. i made like 60% of a sweater two years ago (i hand dyed the wool and everything). luckily i still had the pattern downloaded so i just yesterday finished the arms. now all i gotta do is block it and add the ribbing and i’m done. its a nice wool, one that is actually cozy rather than being itchy so i’m excited.
done some mending also. fixed some rips in my dad’s pants with some sashiko. not my cleanest work but it holds it together and fixes the problem. he was really excited about it :)
got in the case for a keyboard i’m building. my first custom keyboard!! the switches are pre-lubed so i’m debating if i want to get some and re-do it or if i’m satisfied as is.
i’ve started recording cassettes!!! its super easy to do right from my laptop and i’ve been having lots of fun making the j cards. very happy that i bought that recorder its so cool. so far i’ve done some The Unicorns stuff and i plan on doing Burnout Beautiful next. probably the demos on the a side and the one live performance recording on youtube on the b side (maybe after that i should do mook?)
in that vein, i’ve also been editing lyrics on genius. i needed lyrics to put on the little insert i made but some lyrics are wrong and now i’ve made it a mission to transcribe. made it to 300 IQ this week. transcribing is fun if hard.
started a stardew valley co-op farm with gort. we played for like 5 hours straight yesterday and got almost all the way through spring. sal is making our farm so cute and its so nice to hang out and just work together. need to make this a regular thing. overall not a super eventful week but a nice one. very chill.
some goals for next weekish
block the sweater
try on all the clothes in my bedroom and decide what can stay and what can be donated
start the drawing my boyfriends commissioning me for
set up my capture card so i can stream ghost trick to gort
pick out an eggs drawing from my old sketchbooks to redraw
record burnout beautiful to cassette
start crossposting things from twitter. i refuse to abandon this blog even if my brain is awful at remembering to post
songofthe week
pics below cut because this is long enough as it is
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>eggs (from one of said sketchbooks)
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> sweater (pre-finishing off the arms)
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> mending on my dads jeans (ft. the INCREDIBLE scissors he got me for christmas. holy shit these things feels so good to cut with)
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> bespoke the unicorns cassette (it says volume 1 because i put multiple albums on there so i dont waste tape)
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> stardew valley fun (i’m the one in the straw hat)
> the keyboardddddd (i'm typing on it right now and WOW i love this thing already)
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cometedskies · 11 months
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Totally not breaking my Hiatus to write this~ I’m bored and writing this fic reminds me of my beloved partner and I so~
WHOOPSIE~! My hand slipped.
Chapter 4: Hot Chocolate, Cute Women, and Coming Out.
Word Count: 2068
CW: One Drug Joke, Mild Nudity. Yipeee.
A/N - This chapter was unplanned, in all honesty. Sorry if it's kinda rough! I needed a way to bridge this change, so this exists. Also AO3 release comes late today because my school added AO3 to the block filter. - A/N
With hot chocolate in hand, and with a significant mood boost that came alongside it, you began going over the blueprints with Sun. Pointing out small alterations you and Abby had made, going over his new in-depth mechanisms, happy to not only rant about your prized work, but also to let Sun choose his own design. It kind of hurt you to see he hadn’t been able to do that before.
With markers in hand, you gave Sun a copy of the blueprints for him to draw his ideas on. You wanted him to take his time with it, so while he drew his outfit and colored his new body, you moved over to join Abby in sifting through the boxes upon boxes of parts you three had gathered. An arm here, prototype faceplate (that you actually found somewhat cute) there, it was a lot of the stuff you were expecting, but..
One of the boxes stood larger than the rest, and you were surprised at its weight when you tried to lift it– considering the fact it didn’t move at all even with Abby’s help. It was nothing to Sun, though (Which you feel a tad bad about finding hot). “I guess, the last thing left is this behemoth of a box.” Abby stood up with a stretch and walked over to it. “Any guess what’s inside?”
“A ton of meth?” You reply jokingly, grabbing the boxcutter off the ground before joining Abby by her side. “I wish it was, could really use it for work, you know?” Abby elbowed you, to which you playfully pushed her “I definitely do know. Now help me get this open, damnit!” You dragged over a stepladder and climbed to the highest step you could, just hardly reaching your hand over the top of the box, as you slid your blade across the tape, Abby began to slide her own down the center strip and bottom of the box.
Soon enough, due to the combined effort, the flaps of the box drifted open ever so slightly thanks to the lack of tape. You and Abby looked between one another, mentally debating who should do the honors, but neither of you got to decide, because–
Sun stepped over with his typical goofy smile “Hell– Hey! You said you’d wait for me to open the box!” He frowned in an exaggerated manner and crossed his arms with a loud ‘hmph’, which brought a laugh out of you. “I’m sorry, Sunny, I forgot.” You took his hand and kissed the top of his palm, which got his rays spinning to a blur. Before anyone said anything more, though, Sun deftly opened the box and pulled out a pallet covered in a blue tarp. After some hesitance, Sun pulled the tarp off too.
On the now uncovered pallet sat a relatively large animatronic, Sun’s size, if you had to guess. It was sitting with its knees to its chest, scrunched up just like how Sun would do to fit in smaller spaces. It was unnatural to see for you, the shells weren’t covered in a stiff silicone like Sun, the coating layer was soft and malleable, it felt like skin and fat and proper muscle, but you knew it wasn’t. Wait, why do you know this?
You retract your hand from the thing’s thigh like you had touched something burning, heat climbing up your neck. You hadn’t even realized you had moved period, let alone notice you playing with the poor bot’s thigh. Abby laughed at your reaction, but Sun didn’t seem to take notice as he picked up the unpowered animatronic and positioned it to stand upright. After recovering from your embarrassment, you joined Sun’s side, looking up at him and the bot.
Then, it struck you, why Sun wore such a look of awe. You finally began to notice the unpainted Sunrays shaped like flower petals that surrounded the animatronic’s head, smaller ones between each to fill the gaps. A small, warm smile on its face, but it was obvious it wasn’t static. An eyebrow sit above the right eye. This was a Sun Body! You began looking over the rest of the body properly now that it was standing, and then you saw it.
Your face flushed with heat “OH MY GOD IT HAS TITS-” Was all you could blurt out before averting your eyes, face red as a tomato. “Holy fuck, it does!” Abby replied through laughter. “And more than that, it seems.” She added, and you looked back to see her look closer between the legs of the animatronic before you looked away again. “Why would there be a female sun-?” You questioned aloud, but you didn’t receive an answer, instead, you received a tap on the shoulder. “Uhm, Y/N?” It was Sun, you looked to him, avoiding looking at the animatronic and flustering yourself more, of course. “Yeah, Sunny-bun?”
“Can- I use this one?” Sun looked over to the Unpainted Fem Sun that stood, still on its pallet. “You want to use that one-?” You forced yourself to look over to the Sun, and, when the heat returned to your face, and the nervous-ness to your gut, you realized you wouldn’t really mind. “Yeah- I do, actually..” Sun fidgeted with his hands. “Moon- really likes this body.. He always used to talk about it- and his parts are less damaged than mine! I checked!” His voice wavered nervously, his tone morphing to that of manic-convincing rather than the casual question it had started out as, and you took his hands in yours.
“Yeah, of course you can, Sunny- Wait. Is it because this is what we have, or is it because you like this one better?” You narrowed your eyes at him, and his hands flew up in the air in surrender. “I promise it’s because I like that one more!” You giggled at his response and rubbed what you could reach of his back soothingly. “Okay, okay, you can have this one.” You smiled warmly up at him, to which he blushed and looked away sheepishly “Thank you, Y/N!”
“-But not now.” You finished your thought, and Sun looked back to you with a somewhat sad face “Why not??” Sun whined, a genuine frown growing on his face. “Because we don’t know if it works or not!” You sighed, dragging your latter over and climbing up it to come face-to-face with him. Sun thought for a moment, his eyes turning to light bulbs when the realization struck. “How will we know if we don’t try?” He asked, his faceplate tilting to the side with a click. He was right.
You sighed “You’re right about that. I guess we could switch your chip to that one over there and switch Moon to primary in this body?” You asked yourself the question, it wasn’t a new process for you, you’d done it for them before when Sun wanted to be a Pat-Pat for a few hours. After a moment of thinking, you caved. “FIne, fine, Just for a little, though.” Sun threw his hands up in the air at this before sitting down swiftly. You climbed down from your ladder.
Abby walked over next to you “You’re seriously entertaining this?” She questioned, looking between you and the two animatronics. “I am, that body looks brand new, so Sun is right, not like we have any proper software to use.” You sighed, pushing the button to shut Sun down as you spoke, allowing him to go limp where he sat. You pulled a tiny lever on Sun’s side of the board that allowed you to pull out his chip, which you pocketed. You did the same for Moon, but instead of pocketing it, you placed it in Sun’s, the primary, slot before securing it down using the lever.
You pressed the startup button before pushing the ladder over to the other body and climbing up to behind the head. You pulled out the chip that was already in there, of which you pocketed to examine later, and you placed Sun’s in the slot using the same process you had to take it out. There was only one slot on this board though. Weird. You heard the ever familiar sounds of Moon’s transformation before he stood up “Why am I out here-?” He said with a synthetic yawn before looking away quickly from where he had been, a navy blue blush on his cheeks “WHAT IS THAT??”
“The body Sun wanted.” Abby stated simply as you clicked the Startup button on the new body and the startup sequence began. You looked down into the box and found some blank clothing, which you were quick to secure to the bot as the startup was going. You stepped away from the blank, unpainted Sun as their startup finished and their eye LEDs flashed on, the same old eyes appearing. Seems that all Suns are modular.
“Y/N?” Sun spoke, looking toward you, but his voice was completely different, which took the four of you off guard. Sun put their hands over their mouth with a smile. Moon looked at Sun, stuck in a state of disbelief. He looked to you, and you seemed to be stuck just the same. “Sunny?” You walked up to them, to which they picked you up and embraced you tightly “Y/N!”
Moon laughed at the exchange. “There sh-” He cleared his throat “There he is.” The slip-up caught your attention, and you signaled Sun to put you down. Once you were put down, you walked between the two “What was that slip-up, Moon?” You looked at him inquisitively before looking to Sun, who looked shocked. Moon looked about the same. “It was nothing, Starlight-” Moon began, but Sun cut him off “N-No, Moony, It’s okay. Tell them.” You felt your face begin to heat at Sun’s voice alone, annoying new thing to deal with, you suppose. “Tell me what?”
“But, Sunny.. You should say it-” Moon’s tone softened a near infinite amount, it reminded you of times when he would comfort you.
“I cant, Moony, Please?”
“You can, I’m not going to tell her for you.”
By this time, Abby had caught on and had left the area, wandering off to find something unknown to you. You looked up at the both of them with a confused expression. “Oh, fine- You win Moony.” Sun sighed, sitting down criss-cross on the pallet. Moon moved to sit next to Sun and hold their hand as you walked up to them. Your face was one of worry, to which Sun sighed at “So.. uhm- After- Before you left, some of the kids at the daycare taught me what ‘transgender’ was.” They began, their hands folded in their lap. “And I wanted to tell you this before you left, I was planning to! But, you know..”
You nodded, humming in understanding and prompting Sun to continue, and after a back rub from Moon and a deep breath, they did. “..You had to leave, so I never got to tell you, but- I came to the conclusion that I’m trans.” The worry painted on Sun’s face hurt you deeply. Did they really think you’d hate them over this? Why else would they be worried? You walked closer, taking Sun’s face in your hands. After a moment of thinking, you simply placed a kiss on their lips before smiling warmly “What do you want to be called, then?”
“You’re- okay with it?” Sun looked to be caught off guard. You nodded “Of course I am, like, half of my cousins are trans.” You rolled your eyes. Sun smiled widely, wrapping you up in a hug. You did your best to hug them back, but considering their size, you could very much not. After a moment, they let you go, still sporting a wide smile. “And, to answer your question- Sunny, She/Her.”
“Well then Sunny, does this make you my girlfriend now?” You gave her a smile back, and she nodded eagerly. You looked over to Moon, who was watching with what could only be described with a loving look. “Great job, Sunny.” He pulled her into a hug, which made her yelp and you giggle. “Thank you, Moony– HEY!” Sun looked down at Moon, who was face-first in Sunny’s tits. Because of course he was. You began laughing.
This was good. You were happy with this.
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hanajozo · 2 years
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"Finding Purpose" Chapter 11
Gojo Satoru x Reader Fanfic
You groan as you wake up, the morning light hitting your face. You bury your face in what you think is your blanket, but as soon as you smell what you recognize as cologne, your eyes shoot open to see a black jacket in your arms.
“Oh my god,” You facepalm. “I somehow fell asleep when we were and latched onto him… didn’t I..?” You knew about your habit of snuggling into jackets and hoodies, so you knew what happened immediately.
“God, this is a pain… How am I going to face him now? I’m going to have to return his jacket at some point…” You groan again, quickly shoving the jacket underneath your blanket to hide it, as you hear voices in the distance. 
It sounds like.. “The first years? Wait.. what time.. Ah!” You yell as you look at the time “9:42am” it reads. You slept in, since you were too distracted by chatting away with Gojo, that you forgot to set up an alarm. 
After setting up an alarm for 7:00am Monday through Friday, you start getting ready for the day. You open the closet to find more casual clothes, you grab a pair of jeans and a plain black t-shirt. You get changed into the new clothes, taking a mental note to thank Ieiri and Ijichi-san later.
You unwrap the soft wrap around your head as you use the mirror to make sure your ponytail is smooth as you put your hair up. Satisfied with the secure ponytail, you rewrap black fabric around your head and your right eye. You almost forgot about the bandages on your arms, and after a minute of debate in your head, you decide to take the bandages off your arms.
Long sleeve shirts and stuff on your arms always bothered you, especially when you were drawing and painting. You’d much rather have your own skin get covered in paint than bother with attempting to clean messy clothes later, plus it was just simply more comfortable that way. Though your arms were covered in scars, you’d opt for comfort rather than care about hiding the scars on your arms. 
Your face was a different story, with a gaping hole where your right eye used to be, skin severely warped, you’d prefer to keep that covered. Plus you had just gotten a new wrap from Gojo, you wanted to wear it at all times. The thought of chatting away the night last night makes you blush a little bit as you reminisce about Gojo gifting you the wrap.
You slap both hands to your cheeks, “Get ahold of yourself, (y/n)! You have work to do!”
With a determined huff, you put your shoes on and get going to your studio for the day.
You find yourself staring at the large canvas in front of you. Usually you would start your process by sketching at a smaller scale, but with the size of the challenge ahead, you knew you wouldn’t have the time for that. It would take a lot of paint and a lot of time to dry, so you had to factor that in accordingly so that you would finish in time.
Pencil tapping your chin, you try to wonder what would be a suitable subject. You really wanted to make an impression on the higher ups, it really was “go big or go home” in this scenario. You wanted to wow them, shock them to their core, make something that would prove your skills would be an invaluable asset here at the school.
It couldn’t just be like any other painting you’ve done before, it had to be unique, something they’ve never seen and wouldn’t expect from you. You close your eye and try to dig deeper into your thoughts, pencil still tapping at your chin. Maybe something dark would shock them, all your previous works were pretty standard and tame in subject matter, nothing dark or evil in sight. But you wouldn’t settle for a stereotypical “spooky” subject like a skull or lame looking ghost or zombie. No, it had to be something.. special. Wait, special.. Grade? Wait, maybe you could paint something resembling a curse, that would be fitting for Jujutsu High! But wait, would that be too predictable? Maybe, but it was the first thing that gave you a rush of inspiration. 
The first thing that flashes in your mind makes your blood run cold. The curse that attacked you. You remember the fear that paralyzed you as you stood in your shop just a couple of weeks ago. Your heartbeat quickens just thinking about it. Maybe your head is twisted, but the emotions recalling the incident made an unidentifiable feeling bubble up in your chest.
The subject of your painting now decided, you open your eye and bring your pencil to the large canvas.
After sketching for a couple of hours, your focus is interrupted by the sound of the door to your studio being slid open.
“Time for lunch!” Ieiri-san smiled as she held up bentos for the two of you.
You laugh, “I’m starving, let’s eat!” You take the bento she holds as you follow her out of the studio to her office where the two of you ate together. When you sat down, she made sure to point out right away that you were wearing a new wrap around your head.
“A-ah.. this?” You nervously chuckle, “Well, Gojo-san somehow snuck up on me after I set up the studio space last night. He kept bugging me at first but then he suddenly gave this to me? It was oddly… thoughtful?”
Ieiri-san squints and responds with a tone of suspicion in her voice, “Odd indeed, very much unlike him.. But I must admit, to his credit, it does look good on you.” Thankfully, the conversation seemed to move on from that topic fairly quickly as you two started to talk about your day so far.
This lunchtime routine becomes the normal over the next few days, you were thankful for the company Ieiri-san provided. She started to feel like the older sister you never had. Lunch becomes a time where you two would talk about your day and catch up, often providing your own tales of Gojo pestering you. Occasionally he would poke into your studio, tug at your ponytail, or scare you by sneaking up on your blind side and poke your cheek.
Though to prevent any unwanted noses poking in your business, you covered the large canvas with a fabric cover whenever you weren’t around, so no one would see the final product until the grand reveal. Pretty early on in the process, you had decided you would keep the artwork a secret from everyone until after the meeting with the higher ups.
Your days mostly consisted of working on this piece, working on it as long as the natural light would allow you, morning till evening. Night time would mean relying on the singular light that hung in the center of the room, which you wanted to avoid, since you thought the artificial light in contrast to the dark sky would warp your perception of the color palette.
Occasionally you had the treat of observing the first and second years training outside while you were working during the day, the spectacle and noise was always a welcome sight to you. Sometimes you would take a break, sit and watch the commotion that went on outside your window. Whenever any of the students or Gojo would catch you watching, you always gave them a small wave and smile. After your many years of only hearing about them, you treasured every moment you were able to witness for yourself.
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shywhumpauthor · 2 years
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I really want Bram's date to meet Maple - maybe she is as good with a knife as she says she is. Can we find out?
I- okay I’m going to be completely honest, I forgot about this series. I have a few parts written that have been sitting in my notes app for literal months.
Please excuse any mistakes in this, I’m too lazy to do any in-depth editing
Hot Cocoa Part 9
Okay I know this isn’t quite what you asked for, but Brianna will officially appear in the next part
Cw: claustrophobia, left for dead (kinda but not really), asphyxiation (debatable), restraints, forced drugging, non con touching, pst torture, manhandling, creepy whumper, threats, starvation, blindfolding, gagging, I feel like I’m missing smth, please lmk if I am
Maple flinched awake as the closet door banged open. Bram hadn’t bothered to take off the blindfold or gag, and though there was enough slack between the shackles for them to reach the cloths tied around their head, they didn’t dare remove them. With the blindfold, it was easier to pretend that they were back in the large, empty basement, where it was impossible to feel as if the walls were crushing them-
“Hey sweetheart, I’m sorry I haven’t been around, I’ve just been so busy the last couple days,” Bram leaned over, and slipped the gag from in between their teeth, letting the fabric that had become soaked with spittle hand around their neck. “I know you must be starving,”
Maple flinched back as something pressed against their lips, something cold splashing down their front.
“Calm down, sweetie, it’s just water,” Bram muttered, pressing the bottle back against their mouth. Maple took a small sip, recoiling at the bitter taste on their tongue. It was definitely not just water.
“Maple, stop that. You can either drink this yourself or I’ll hold you down and force it down your throat,” Bram grabbed their chin, forcing their head still as he pressed the water bottle against their chapped lips. “It’s just a little something to help you stay awake. I’m going over to Brianna’s in a bit, and she asked me to bring you. It won’t be any fun if you can’t keep your eyes open.”
Maple hesitantly let their lips part, their face twisting as they swallowed a mouthful of the terrible tasting liquid, like pills had been placed in it and dissolved. Probably, Maple guessed that was exactly what had been done.
“There you go, you’re so good for me,” Bram praised, running their fingers through Maple’s hair. Their entire body trembled, as they leaned into their hand. The touch was so gentle… so unlike Bram, they could just close their eyes and pretend that it was-
“Hey, don’t fall asleep on me here,” Bram’s grip turned violent as he roughly tugged a strawberry lock, drawing a small cry from Maple’s lips.
“The supplements won’t work right it you’re asleep,” Bram grabbed the chain between their wrists and dragged them out of the closet, pulling them to their feet. Maple nearly fell, a terrible cramp shooting up their left leg, an awful agony shooting down their right as they split open the long scab on their thigh under the layer of bandages it was wrapped in. They could only try to limp along as Bram pulled them over to the hook, and strung them up by their wrists once more.
“I was scrolling yesterday, and I saw this… interesting video. All about knot tying, it was an hour and a half long,” Bram said as he walked over to the toolbox, and pulled out a long thing of nylon rope. “Bowline, overhand, fisherman’s, I learned all of them. The most interesting, however, I believe is the hangman’s knot.”
Bram spoke as he twisted the rope into a large loop, and slipped that over Maple’s head. Bram had to stand on their tiptoes to thread the rope around the hook, pulling it taut so Maple was standing up completely straight, before pulling it another inch, forcing them on their toes lest they choke themself.
“You better stay awake, Maple,” His tone flipped, turning serious as he knotted the other end of the rope around the closet doorknob, keeping it pulled tight. “If I have to restart your heart or some stupid shit because you fell asleep and killed yourself, trust me, you’re going to wish you stayed dead.”
With that threat, Bram left the room, leaving Maple literally hanging on for dear life.
***
Bram returned to the room ten or so minutes later, his damp hair sticking to his head.
“Good to see you’re still alive,” Bram chuckled, as he untied the rope from the doorknob, and then went to get Maple down. Their entire body was trembling as they collapsed forwards, right into his waiting arms. He slipped the blindfold off their face, letting the cloth fall to the ground, a grin curling across his face.
Bram scooped up their legs, and cradled them close to his chest.
“You ready to meet Brianna and Hayden?” He asked softly, eyebrows furrowing as Maple let out a small whine. “What was that?”
Maple squirmed slightly in his grip, whimpering quietly.
“Go on, speak,” Bram’s tone began to get impatient.
“Pl-please, Ba- Bamboo,” They cringed, realizing that continuing their sentence would mean breaking their second rule.
“Bamboo?” Bram echoed, utterly confused.
“The- the stuffie,” Maple whispered, their voice cracking and nearly giving out completely. It felt like years since they’d last spoken, though it had only been a day or so. They prayed that Bram would realize that they wanted, so they wouldn’t have to blatantly ask. That would surely earn them an extra lash or two.
“You mean the toy? Is that what you want?”
Maple wanted so desperately to nod their head, but they remained still. If they nodded, that meant they were agreeing to wanting something, which went against the second rule. Don’t want, don’t dare ask, don’t even think.
“So you don’t want it?” Bram raised an eyebrow, a small grin tugging at the corner of his lips. They knew exactly what Maple was trying to convey, it was just amusing to watch the helpless look cross their face.
“Please, sir,” Tears were welling up in Maple’s eyes, which darted between the plush and Bram’s face.
“Oh fine,” He sighed. “Don’t cry, it’s not pretty when you cry like that,” Bram crossed the room, grunting as age crouched down, struggling to pick up the plush without dropping Maple. “Only in the car, though. I don’t want a single complaint when I tell you to put it down then, okay?”
Maple quickly nodded, their fingers itching to grab the stuffie out of Bram’s hands. They they held back, waiting until he offered it to them before they took it, clutching it close to their chest.
“You really like that thing, don’t you?” Bram muttered, as he carried them out to his car. Maple nodded, burying their nose into the plush’s fur as Bram pulled open the car door, and set them in the front seat.
“The caffeine tablets can have side effects, I just want to keep an eye on you,” They explained, as they set Maple down in the seat, and buckled the seatbelt over them. Maple glanced at the chains around their wrists, and up at Bram, but he had already shut the door.
They didn’t mind the cuffs too much. Of course, they preferred to not be restrained, but these ones were some of the more comfortable ones Bram had, so they weren’t complaining. Not too tight, not too heavy. They weren’t as bad.
They shivered as they remembered the harsh cuffs he had used once, with spikes on the inside. Those had hurt terribly and left ugly scars .
Maple jolted slightly as the car started. Bram chuckled at their startle, reaching over to rest a hand on their knee.
“Are you excited, sweetheart?” Bram asked, as he reversed the car out of the driveway. “You’re gonna make a new friend!”
Maple bit their bottom lip, running their fingers through the plush’s fur. Were they excited? Nervous, for sure. The man in the picture, he had looked young, maybe around their age. Hayden, he had looked as if he would’ve be attractive—maybe if he wasn’t so malnourished and abused. In the picture, his eyes had been glazed over, half-closed, and filled with exhaustion. Maple was sure their own looked the same. They wondered if Bram had shown Brianna a picture of them, and if Brianna had shown Hayden. They wondered if he was thinking similar thoughts at that very moment.
They nodded slightly.
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squeebirdstudios · 2 years
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Old art and a story today.
I made this for ART 131 back in college. It was a required course for my major that was basically drawing with your hands, like people used to before computers existed, which I am terrible at, so it was a ride. But the final assignment/project was to scan a physical object and then use the computerized image in a piece of art made on the computer.
So I’m like, OK, great, I have Ctrl + Z at my disposal for this. Sweet relief! What do I scan?
And I looked at my bulletin board and saw a broken piece of an artificial feather and was like, I’m gonna make a peacock.
And so I grabbed my drawing tablet and tried out various functions made possible by the tablet w/ pressure sensitivity and angles and stuff, and I got the pictured stylized peacock. But it needed something.
So I stared at the peacock for a minute and decided it had enough of an attitude to justify further expression, slapped on the caption accordingly, and printed it out.
The day of the final came and the first few minutes were spent putting our art up for everyone to see. The rest of the final was spent working our way through each piece and analyzing what they might mean.
I... somehow forgot about that second part?  Granted, this was only my second term in a liberal arts major after a few years flailing in Computer Science, so I can’t really hold it against myself, but still.  And so everyone was going through their deep and meaningful pieces, which I thought were pretty well executed and thought out.
And then we got to mine.
The instructor asked, “Now, what do you all think this piece means?” There was an awkward moment of silence, and then one person just spoke up and said, “It’s fabulous!” This got chuckles and I was relieved. Then I had to continue to sit silently while people debated the coloration, the wings, the pose, the face, and even the caption and my choice to use an apostrophe in the place of the first E in the word “excuse” instead of just the full word. I mean, I did think that “‘Xcuse me, but I’m fabulous!” made a stronger statement than the other version, so that was intentional, but this was impressive.
So then the instructor finally turns to me (I think he might have been grinning at this point; he’d taught this class for some time) and says, “So tell us about this piece.” And I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and managed, a little haltingly, “It’s a peacock who wants you to know that it’s fabulous. Umm...” I opened my eyes and the first person to speak up looked delighted. I then launched into the creation process to try to distract from the fact that there was absolutely no deeper meaning to this piece; I literally only made it because I had an assignment.
I got an A on the project.
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bamioayam · 1 year
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Progress post on my Tianshu Map TM
I’m debating shifting the Bai-gongzi cast to where I plan to draw the Ghost Bridegroom characters, because Feng Shiqi and Qiu Xiaohan would probably better fit near the Former Sweetheart cast... I might also have to resize things because I’m not sure if I can fit everyone I want to fit. I also haven’t finished reading Ghost Bridegroom, so I’m not sure who I’ll be adding other than Bi Qianren, Zhuge Qingtian and the two ghosts (yes I forgot their names). On the other hand, I think I should have enough space for the grassfucker novel, I’ll just be drawing Shi Ying, Gu Yusheng, Shen Fengyuan and Tian Fangzi... Maybe I’ll fit Su Ge in somewhere for The Protagonist Makes You Retreat About 30 Miles?
Honestly this is making me want to reread Tianshu novels again... I say, having not finished two of them
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