#fun to flip through the pages and see all my little drawings and ideas

[harryspet]

bambi eyes (3) r. cameron

[Warnings] soft!dark!rafe cameron x reader, daddy!rafe x little!reader older!rafe, crimeboss!rafe, rafe takes advantage of traumatized reader, DUBCON, dd/lg, sex trafficking, sexual slavery, sugar daddy rafe, stockholm syndrome, spoiling kink, unprotected sex, forced? age regression, little editing, 18+ READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

word count: 3.4k

In which you do your best to deal with your Daddy's mood swings.

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You felt like you were seeing Rafe less and less as the next two weeks went on. He was stressed about what was going on with work. He often paced back and forth in front of you, ranting, although he was never specific about the details of what was going on. 

You noticed that he grabbed you tighter, pushed you harder into the mattress, and talked less during sex whenever something outside was affecting him. You were starting to accept it; it never hurt too much, and you’d be more scared if he weren’t interested in you in that way. If he didn’t want to be intimate with you, then there was a chance he wouldn’t want you anymore. 

As much as Rafe promised you this was permanent, you couldn’t fully believe him. He had done all of this just for you, so you had to be able to offer him something special in return. 

Like Rafe wanted, you established a routine. Every morning the birds would wake you up exactly at eight, and you’d make your bed which kept you from napping all day. Staying in your room was causing your imagination to stretch.  You found new ways to entertain yourself, including trying on all the clothes in your wardrobe and throwing elaborate tea parties with all your stuffed animals and dolls. 

One night that you thought would be like the last twelve nights, Rafe came to you after Lana had already brought you dinner. He wasn’t dressed in his usual khakis and dress shirt but in sweatpants and a pullover. You were curled up on the window seat, drawing flowers in a notebook, when Rafe came over to join you. 

“Hi,” You spoke softly. He placed a warm hand on your knee, and you slowly closed your notebook. 

“Hi, baby,” There was an ease and calmness to his voice that made you believe he’d actually had a good day, “What are you working on? Show me.”

You sat up, leaning closer, as you handed him the notebook. You hid slightly behind your knees as Rafe began to flip through the pages. At this point, you’d covered half of the pages in your doodles, “Oh wow, these are really pretty, Bambi,” He smiled with his entire face, including his bright eyes, “We should hang some of these on the fridge.”

You felt a bit of relief, hearing that he liked him, “I have more. Way more. I’ve colored a lot of the coloring books.”

“Go get them, I’ll pick my favorites,” Excitedly, you got up from the window seat. When you set several full coloring books in his lap, Rafe’s lips parted in shock, “Okay, wow, I don’t think I realized how much coloring you’d been doing.”

“I think it’s fun,” You said. 

“Good, I want you to have fun,” Rafe nodded, “But have you worn down all your color pencils? How come you haven’t asked for more?”

You shrugged when Rafe gave you an inquisitive look, “I try to take care of the ones I have.”

“Would you even ask Daddy for more coloring books if you ran out of pages to color?”

“Maybe,” You spoke honestly. 

The idea of asking for more than what Rafe had already given you did make your heart race. Rafe shook his head at something, “Daddy will get you lots more art supplies. Maybe you could try painting?”

“We could paint together?” You perked up. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Rafe assured you, “I’m really, really sorry I haven’t been here as much as I’ve wanted to. Needed to, really. It’s just … I’m working on a lot of things right now, you know?”

“I’ve been okay,” You said, “Lana has been kind to me.”

“Good, good, I want you to be happy here, you know? That’s why I want you comfortable asking for things,” You watched Rafe’s eyes wander towards the bookshelf, “Like your books. I never see you reading them. Do you not like them?”

“I do,” You said quickly.

Rafe started to stare deeply at you, “What-what is it?”

“I . . . “

“I can pick some different ones for you? What do you like?”

“I like it when you read to me, Daddy,” Rafe tilted his head and the mentioning of his nickname didn’t light up his features like usual, “It’s hard for me. I never needed to … do that.”

He paused, which made you think you’d done something wrong, “You’ve never needed to read?”

“I can do it,” You said, “It’s hard when they’re all together, and there’s so many… the words. I’m sorry you think I don’t like the books you picked. I really do. I will try harder–”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Rafe rushed to put the coloring books aside and grab ahold of your face, “I just didn’t know, that’s it. You didn’t do anything wrong. At all.”

It wasn’t something you’d ever felt embarrassed about, but now you couldn’t help but feel stupid. Deep down, you felt a guy like Rafe deserved someone better. He deserved someone smarter than you. 

You closed your eyes, wanting to hang your head, but Rafe said, “Look at me, hey,” Weakly, you did, “I’ve been thinking that you should spend more time with Lana instead of being cooped up in here. At least until I can take care of this … one problem I have. She’d be happy to have some company. And, if you want to learn, she could help you with your reading.”

“You don’t care?”

“Not at all, look, don’t worry. I’ve got you, sweet girl,” He said. Rafe leaned in to peck your nose before he brought your lips together. You melted into him, realizing then how much you missed him when he was gone, “You know what I was thinking?”

You stared back at Rafe, who had a mischievous look in his eye. 

“We should take the boat out.”

“Now? Where?” 

“Just on a short ride to get you some fresh air. It’ll be cold, so let’s find you some warmer clothes, yeah?”

It was a rhetorical question; Rafe was already making his way over to your wardrobe. You looked down at the small silk pajama set you were wearing. You’d seen all the boats out by the dock but hadn’t imagined that Rafe would take you out on one. “Lift your arms,” You did exactly as he said, pulling a light blue sweatshirt over your head. He also chose long pajama bottoms, helping you get into those, too, “You want to bring one of your stuffies?”

Your excitement mixed with your anxiety as you put on your slippers. It was a hard decision to make about which stuffed animal you wanted to bring, but you settled on Fin, your silvery-blue dolphin, “Excellent choice.”

Rafe grabbed your hand, leading you downstairs, “Do you think we’ll see a real dolphin?”

“Well, they tend to be more active during the day, and it’ll be dark soon … but maybe if you wish really, really hard.”

The air was much cooler outside than you expected, and you certainly didn’t expect it to feel so strange being in the fresh air. You turned in a circle just so you could take in the sky, the trees, the house, and everything around you. 

You followed a determined Rafe across the yard and towards the deck. He chose one of the smaller boats, although there was room for at least four more people. You yelped when Rafe grabbed you by your waist suddenly and lifted you inside. Another yelp escaped your lips as the boat rocked under the pressure of your weight, “You’re okay, don’t worry,” He didn’t have to tell you to take a seat or be still; you decided you wouldn’t move at all, “One . . . moment.”

You watched through the corner of your eyes as Rafe untied the roaps keeping the boat tethered to the dock. The boat rocked again as Rafe hopped inside, causing you to grip Fin in one hand and grip the side of the boat in the other. 

You sat in the seat right across from Rafe as the boat slowly pulled off towards deeper water. As the boat became more steady, you turned your head and watched Tannyhill get smaller and smaller. The orange and blue sky reflected off the water, creating an insanely beautiful view. You sailed towards the horizon, the son looking half submerged in the water, “How do you feel?” Rafe yelled over the sound of the motor, “Wanna go faster?”

You nodded, a smile growing on your face, “My little daredevil, huh?” You sat up on your knees, wanting to see more. You get a better look at Figure 8, seeing lots of huge houses along the beach, although none of them compare to Tannyhill. Rafe pointed out different landmarks for you, including the country club and a huge lighthouse out in the water. In your eyes, this night made every other night where you worried about your place with Rafe worth it. 

“Go ahead, you can give it a taste test,” Lana conceded, allowing you to dip your finger into the chocolate cake batter. A few days after your night out with Rafe, Lana was showing you how to make the perfect chocolate cake. You thought she might be exaggerating about how perfect it was until you were licking your finger. An excited moan left your mouth and you bounced on the balls of your feet, “It’s great, isn’t it? Espresso powder is the key.”

“It really is,” You agreed. 

“Now, wash your hands. It’s time to pour our batter.” 

The entire day Lana had told you exactly what to do and how to do it. You didn’t mind listening or following her directions as she usually spoke to you warmly. Besides that, you wanted to learn exactly how to take care of things around the house, knowing that Rafe would appreciate your help when Lana couldn’t be here. The two of you cleaned the entire downstairs, did several loads of laundry, washed the windows in the glass patio, and even had time for a reading lesson in the early morning. She informed you that she homeschooled her youngest son and that she would try to teach you in a similar way. 

As you washed your hands, you glanced out the side window towards the dock. You could see Rafe far out on the dock, standing with the same business associate who came to the house a few weeks ago. They weren’t alone like you were expecting; someone was on their knees a few feet ahead of them, their head slumped over. You squinted your eyes, trying to see more of them, although Rafe and his business associate shouting at each other blocked your view, “What are they doing out there? Who’s that?” Lana came over to where you were standing, peeking out just like you were. 

Whatever business Rafe was involved in, Lana didn’t seem to care for it, “Mr. Cameron and Barry, they’re always at each other’s throats,” She shook her head, “Come, dry your hands. The oven is heated.”

You did as she said, turning your head away. There were going to be several layers to your cake, meaning you had three pans to fill, and after that, you and Lana would make the icing. Just as your mind wandered back to Rafe, you heard him coming through the kitchen door. 

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, pacing for a moment before his dark eyes landed on you, “Bambi, let’s … uhm, go upstairs,” His voice was shaky and deeper than normal, “Come here.”

“We’re-We’re just about to put the cake in the oven. It’s for tonight, and we’re going to make homemade icing too–”

“Now …please,” He said the last word like it was painful, “It’s time for you to go back to your room.”

No, no, no, a voice repeated in your head. 

“But Lana was going to teach me how to ice the cake, too and she —”

“Fine,” Rafe snapped, his hand slamming against the counter before he rolled his eyes, “Just stay here.” 

As Rafe stomped away, you knew you had something horribly wrong. You’d seen him in a similar mood before but he never directed any of his vitriol towards you before. Whatever had happened on the dock had clearly upset him. You really wanted to finish working with Lana. More than anything, you didn’t want to be locked in your room for another long period of time. 

After taking a breath, or attempting to take one, you turned to Lana, “I didn’t mean… I-I should go say sorry.”

“You might want to let him calm down a little bit, sweetheart,” You’d already made up your mind. You reached behind your neck to undo the top of your apron, “Turn around, let me help you. He’s not mad at you.”

“How do you know?”

“I know who he is,” She spoke simply, “Don’t take anything too personally with Mr. Cameron.”

“You can finish without me; I’m sorry, but thank you for today,” You said as you started to walk away. After you saw her nod, a sad smile on her face, you turned away and sped for the stairs. 

You approached Rafe’s bedroom moments later, hesitantly turning the knob, “Daddy?” You called, peeking inside. You called him again. He wasn’t in the main room but the shower was running in the bathroom, “Rafe?”

You jumped when he suddenly appeared in the bathroom doorframe, shirtless and his belt undone. This time, you notice his bruised hands and bloody knuckles. 

“I didn’t mean to make you upset, Daddy.”

“Get down on your knees,” He stared you down. When you tried to come closer, he said, “No, drop to your knees right there.”

You felt your knees brush against the bedroom rug, “Crawl to me.” 

If Rafe wanted you to feel even smaller, then his plan was successful. You did as he said, seeing no other option, and crawled towards him. You watched as he palmed himself over his briefs, and you could already feel him stretching you, pulling your hair, and leaving marks on your bottom. This wouldn’t last, you told yourself; he would be gentle with you another time. 

Your sage dress had ridden up your body, exposing your floral patterned white panties. 

“You’re gonna suck my cock and swallow all my cum. And then you’re gonna thank Daddy for letting you.”

You’d do exactly as your Daddy wanted, hoping he’d take your sore throat and tears as a sufficient apology. 

Once you were soundly asleep in his bed, Rafe slipped out. He had a huge, bloody problem waiting for him in the cabin of his boat. Luckily, JJ Maybank was still the degenerate he used to be, and no one except his Pogue girlfriend would come looking for him anytime, “Son of a bitch isn’t talking,” Barry grunted out, meeting Rafe at the beginning of the dock, “Knocked two of his bottom teeth out and he’s still not motivated.”

Rafe had done everything possible to limit any competition he might face in Kildare. All small-time dealers would be working for someone who worked for Rafe. This was meant to be Rafe’s island yet somehow, Maybank was getting supplies from the mainland and was stealing his customers. 

“We could take his girl.”

Rafe contemplated Barry’s question before shaking his head, “If she comes around trying to find him, we might have no choice. I’m sure that will motivate him.”

Rafe could see Barry’s eyes wandering to Kie. Part of him would love to see JJ squirm if they got their hands on her. You were the reason he didn’t think too long about that. Barry, on the other hand, Rafe would let him do whatever he wanted with Kie. In the end, Rafe wanted JJ to talk, to give up his sources, but he’d be just fine killing him. 

“I hope,” Barry crossed his arms, “Not exactly looking forward to dealing with the body.”

“We don’t have to deal with that shit anymore; I know who to pay to handle it,” Rafe said, “Speaking of, I think I-uh need some more security here. I want guards all around the perimeter. Because of the amount of merchandise and if we’re going to be taking captives, you know. I want this place to be a fortress.”

“Your merchandise, huh?” Barry flashed Rafe a knowing look, “You got any liquor in that big house?”

Rafe gestured his head toward the house, signaling to Barry to follow behind him. 

“If Kie doesn’t come for him and if he still has no information to offer us, we kill him. No more torture, no mess, one gunshot to the temple,” Rafe instructed, his mind racing with what their next moves should be. The more planning beforehand, the better, and the less likely it would come back to them, “That’ll send a message to the rest of the Pogues too. They work for me, or they work for no one.”

“And after you’ve cornered the market?”

“That’s just the start of everything else,” Rafe led Barry through the first floor, towards his office. Ward always used to keep his office stocked with liquor as it came in handy for important meanings. Rafe learned people will often let down their barriers and concede to more under the influence of alcohol. He opened the door for him, allowing him to enter. 

“Whoa,” Barry said, walking inside just as Rafe heard a soft gasp from a familiar voice. Eyebrows raised, Rafe entered behind him to find what had shocked him, “Is this the new Mrs. Cameron?”

With wide eyes, Rafe took you in. You were in the same clothes Rafe left you in, one of his white button-ups and your knee-high socks, “What are you doing down here?” You slowly stepped behind Rafe’s desk, and he could tell you were trying to hide yourself.

“I-I couldn’t find you.”

Rafe’s jaw jutted forward, his arms crossed, as he said, “You’re supposed to be sleeping.”

Your lips parted to say something, but Barry interrupted, “C’mon, man, it’s not even midnight! Introduce me to your girl. We can all have a drink,” He grabbed ahold of Rafe’s shoulder. You would think Barry had one the lottery based on the look in his eyes. By complete accident, Barry had stumbled on Rafe’s biggest treasure, “I’ll behave, I promise.”

“She doesn’t drink.”

 Rafe was frustrated, mostly because he should’ve been keeping closer track of you. He’d given you that necklace for a reason. A new idea crossed his mind, one he wasn’t expecting, and some of his anxiety eased. He was far from embarrassed of you, he’d chosen you for a reason, but part of Rafe wanted Barry to envy him at that moment. 

Rafe sighed, waving you closer to the two of them, “Bambi, this is Barry. Barry, this is Bambi,” Smoothly, Rafe grabbed ahold of your waist, pulling you into him. 

“Hi,” You said shyly, “It’s nice to meet you.” 

 When Barry held his hands out to you, your eyes darted towards Rafe as if to ask permission. Agreement crossed his face, and Rafe watched you shake his hand. Barry was fully taking you in, of course, but Rafe knew a handshake would be the extent of his closeness with you. 

“The pleasure is all mine, beautiful.”

“Chill out, dude. Sit down,” Rafe instructed Barry, pulling you along. 

Barry made himself comfortable on the leather couch and Rafe motioned you to sit across in one of the leather chairs. 

“How you liking Kildare?” 

“It’s really nice,” Rafe heard you respond as he poured two glasses of whiskey for him and Barry, “There’s so many big houses, and … it’s just really pretty.”

“You ain’t seen much then, have you?” Rafe handed Barry his glass, flashing a warning with his eyes, “All the girls where you’re from, they as pretty as you?”

“I . . . I don’t know,” You laughed nervously. 

Rafe placed a hand on your shoulder, and you looked up at him,  “Why don’t you go get Barry a slice of that chocolate cake you made?” 

Rafe assumed it would ease your nervousness if you could share what you made. “Okay, Daddy,” You smiled at both men, and both men watched you closely as you walked out of the room, “I’ll be right back.”

“Pretty and obedient,” Barry whistled, “I need to travel more.”

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PART 4

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[minkkumaz]

DISASTEROLOGY

hyunjin dreamed of you and the things you'd do together, and not one soul knew about it. he finally draws up the courage to show you his intentions

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a single finger traced over hyunjin’s abs, making him take a sharp breath. there were a million different kinds of fun, but that was only a figment of his mind’s eye. when he was tucked in between his sheets, a tainted dream resurfaced every night.

but this wasn’t true, no, it was completely impossible. nobody knew that he dreamt about you, the dates he’d take you on, and the way he’d hold your hand so perfectly that not one person would get a single idea besides ‘they must be together.’

this was his imagination, and when he wasn’t happily rested within it, the world felt like it was at end.

often time’s he’d wake up in a cold sweat. running a hand through his hair to detach the pieces that stuck to his forehead. his shirt clung to his body, lacking the touch of you underneath.

hyunjin sighed, looking over to his blinking alarm clock that had a small sketchbook next to it. you were meant to come over soon to spend some time with him since days like that came rarely. one quick nap later and he was soon reminded of how badly he wanted you, yet couldn’t have you.

it was everything. the way your lips parted slightly when you were confused, how you stabilize yourself by holding onto his shoulders after he teaches you choreography, or maybe when your hand brushed against his as you walked alongside him.

a low groan of annoyance fell from his lips, moving from his spot on the bed to freshen up in the bathroom. looking in the mirror was only a reminder that today was supposed to be the day he’d say something to you; imply that he wanted so much more than to just be friends.

all he saw was his fear looking back at him. out of every drawing he’s ever made, he could never sketch out a coherent idea of how he fell victim to your spell. so instead he settled with drawing you. just you.

it was now or never, right?

picking up his phone from the charger, he sent you a text to let you know that it was okay to come over. it wouldn’t take very long, as you didn’t live too far. in the meantime, he pushed down these possessive thoughts and cleaned himself up.

the clock felt like it was ticking slower than ever, but that was just a misconception when he heard the gentle knock on his door. thousands of butterflies awoke in his stomach, and he had never been more nervous than in that moment.

he walked over to unlock the door and let you inside. you were cozy in some pajamas, with a jacket hugging your body.

“hyun!” you grin, reaching your arms around him in a hug, enabling his hands to snake around your waist.

“hey, i haven’t seen your face in awhile.” he ruffled your hair gently.

“pff, only because you’re too busy with tour.” you tease him, pulling away to follow back to his bedroom.

“okay maybe i was a little busy! but i have a present for you from when i was on tour.” he tells you, grabbing the sketchbook on his night stand and handing it to you.

“for me?” you flipped it open to see an image of yourself laying prettily on the first page. 

every pencil stroke dug into the paper, getting only the finest of details. you lower yourself back on his bed, still admiring the drawing.

“do you like it?” he smiles at you.

“do i like it? i love it oh my gosh!” you bounce slightly on his mattress, giddy with endorphins.

you place the book next to you on the comforter, reaching your hands out to pull him towards you in another embrace. in the midst of this all, he falls against you on the bed.

all you could do was let out quiet giggles with the boy on top of you, his head stuffed in the crook of your neck.

he lifted himself up, leaning up on one of his forearms. his free hand traveled to your face, moving small strands of hair that were blocking your vision. a pink hue played across his cheeks; this position felt too similar to the ones in his imagination.

“i don’t know how you were able to get all those details of me. you even got one of my moles!” you beam from underneath him.

“you’re just on my mind all the time, how could i not?” 

“uh huh, you’re too busy being one of the most desired men on the planet.” you joke with him, failing to realize he was being serious. your expression shifts when he doesn’t laugh.

“did you know that i dream about you, y/n?” he says tenderly, grazing his fingertip over your jawline.

“wh– pardon?” you mutter.

“there’s so much i want to tell you, but i don’t want to scare you off.” he looked intimidating, towering over you. but there was so much care in his words that it confused you.

“hyunjin.. you could never scare me off. i value all of my time with you.” you respond calmly, trying to mask your flusteredness.

the line he drew down your face stopped, instead drifting down your neck and across your collarbones. a shiver travelled down your spine.

“are you sure that you mean that, y/n?” his voice was composed sweetly.

“i mean it.”

“whenever i draw you, i think back to these daydreams i have about you. about us. we did so much together, but none of it was real.” he stopped, “it made me second guess things a lot. but i figured that even if the world was ending, shouldn’t we spend the rest of our time in love?”

“i– i don’t know what to say.” you lay below him with a shocked look on your face, but you were far from scared. you were curious.

“don’t say anything. just imagine us, please?” there were undertones of distress in his words.

“i like you, so much. but i don’t want to ruin things between us. i was so terrified.” you confess, biting back a frown.

“you won’t ruin anything, my muse. you’re anything far from poisonous. things will be okay.” 

“how will i know for sure?”

hyunjin looks into your glazed eyes, you were looking like you were about to cry. this only made him smile more.

he leaned down closer to you, until he was only inches away from your ear. you could feel every inhale and exhale sliding down the side of your neck.

“you’ll know if you stay. i want to create something beautiful,” he whispers, “then destroy it.”

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[fangsforfree]

Read My Mind

“You see, my love, I know exactly what you crave because of our little friends up here,” he said, tapping at his temple. “And if your reactions to my memories of us are any indication, I’d wager that you crave me quite terribly.”

“So, what? You can read my mind?”

“Something like that.”

**

Part 1/?

Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav

Warnings: 18+, smut, alcohol consumption, (probably inaccurate) tadpole usage

Word Count: 2.1k

credit to @astarionposting for the image <3

Taking a swig of whatever cheap ale had been poured into your mug upon arrival, you leaned back in your chair with a sigh. It had been a very long time since the group saw true civilization, and you found yourself thankful for this little tavern the group sought out.

Loud chatter washed over you as your companions mingled with the village’s residents, each of them dazzling the townsfolk with stories of your travels or, in Shadowheart’s case, simple good looks. You hung back, watching the fun from afar as you always had back home.

Lae'zel made stabbing and slashing gestures to the man sitting across from her, his eyes sparkling with fascination and fear all at once. Gale flipped through the pages of whatever thick, magical book he was currently reading, pointing out spells he had yet to master to the party of young lads surrounding him. Astarion was, of course, swarmed by women young, old, beautiful, and plain. Your heart surged with jealousy, but you drank it down along with the bitter liquid in your cup.

Perched on a tall stool by the bar, his chin rested on his fist as flirtations flowed from his pink lips. Astarion radiated confidence at all times, and the warm glow of the firelight on his pale skin only amplified his charisma. In the dim tavern, his vermillion eyes appeared as a dark amber, drawing the ladies in even further under the guise of warmth. Always a trickster.

Shadowheart and Wyll chuckled together a few tables down. Their eyes darted in your direction and flicked away as soon as you met their gaze, erupting in a fit of giggles. If Astarion was always a trickster, you could count on those two to be gossips. Rolling your own eyes, you mindlessly pulled at a slice of wheat bread in the basket in front of you. You were only slightly seething, but it seems you weren’t quite subtle enough about it.

Astarion, on the other hand, seemed to have no clue your eyes were on him. His seductive laugh echoed against the walls of the tavern and you watched as his fingers reached out to tuck a strand of chestnut hair behind a beautiful woman’s ear. Another, a blonde, clutched his arm to her chest as she whispered something that made him grin from ear to ear. Something twisted at your stomach, sharp and searing hot all at the same time. Astarion, it seemed, had preplanned motivations for his night, and other conquests to pursue. Your nights together had been wonderful but perhaps only for you, if this was how it was to be.

Instead of ruminating in your insecurities all night, you ordered two more pints of ale. You had earned enough coin to spare during your travels, and any feeling would be better than the knot forming in your gut. Soon enough, the calming haze of drunkenness overtook your mind and your tired limbs loosened. The pit in your stomach melted away as the alcohol worked through your system.

Across the room, Astarion pulled his gaze away from the fluttering lashes and bountiful chests of the women around him to steal a glance at you. What he saw, your relaxed smile and waving hands asking for a refill, perplexed him. He would never admit it, but he was attempting to make you jealous. Time got away from him, though, and now it seemed you didn’t even care that his attention was on another. No fun.

You were clearly inebriated, though, and an idea sparked in Astarion’s devious mind. A drunken mind was a vulnerable one, after all.

“Hello, darling.”

Your eyes widened at the sound of Astarion’s voice in your head. Damned tadpoles.

“Missing me? You know, my dear, no amount of drink can rid you of me.”

You rolled your eyes, ignoring him as best as you could. Just as you were starting to feel better, he found his way right back into your head. Literally, this time.

Grounding yourself, you built a wall around your mind to keep Astarion’s voice out of your head.

He went silent for a while, leading you to believe you had successfully pushed him out. As you raised your cup to take another sip of ale, though, he proved you wrong.

Flashes of pale skin appeared in your mind like a slideshow. A familiar bare back, muscles flexing as it moved against a backdrop of oak trees and a navy night sky. Two naked torsos, entwined and moving as one materialized in your head before the image of sharp teeth grazing against a plush thigh overtook them.

You shivered in your wooden chair, shifting uncomfortably as you focused your thoughts on something, anything, else. Flashes of your past escapades with the vampire wreaked havoc on your mind, and also on your body. A hot blush crept its way up your neck and to your cheeks, and an equivalent pool of heat took root between your legs. It was embarrassing how easily he riled you up.

In an attempt to restore your dignity, you requested and promptly downed a glass of water. The cool liquid satiated your suddenly dry mouth and eased your mind. For a moment, anyway.

“Oh, don’t be such a prude. I know you better than that, pet. Have some fun with me.”

You groaned loudly in frustration before nervously glancing around the room, hoping no one noticed your exasperation, let alone your heated state. Luckily, your companions were all preoccupied; even Wyll and Shadowheart’s gossiping selves had turned their attention away from you.

You let your eyes pass over Astarion for just a moment, your heart practically stopping when you met his eyes straight on. A smirk pulled at his lips as his eyes twinkled with delight. The bastard loved to see you squirm.

Sinking lower in your seat, you braced yourself for whatever Astarion had in store for you.

Astarion’s arms gripped your legs, which wrapped around his torso and pulled him closer to where you needed him most. He slid you down the tree trunk, resting you on the ground as he tore at your clothes with a fervor. Quiet mewls escaped your lips as he kissed down the length of your neck, stopping when he reached the crest of your breasts. Rising back up to meet your eyes, he captured your lips in a searing kiss. Plush lips mingled with your own. The occasional prick of his teeth against the soft flesh of your bottom lip had you gasping in surprise, providing an invitation his tongue did not decline.

You reveled in the memory, a night you hadn’t been able to forget. Of course, things were different between the two of you now, more open and honest, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it in the moment.

Breaking the kiss, Astarion leaned back to glance at you. His eyes ravaged your naked form; passing over your kiss-bruised lips, the swell of your breasts, the soft skin of your stomach that led down down down to the space between your legs, his eyes lingered on the sensitive skin of your neck. Noticing this, you cocked your head to the side and bared your neck for him, a proud grin plastered to your features. Astarion growled, taking your offer without hesitation.

You sighed, practically able to feel the way his fangs had pierced your skin and drunk your life source from you that night. Before then, you had never felt such pure ecstasy. Years of settling for casual nights with the, quite frankly, inexperienced young men in your town could not even begin to compare to an instant with Astarion. The wet patch grew in your undergarments and you knew you’d curse yourself for it later.

“I can smell your arousal, my love.”

Your shocked eyes darted to his seat at the bar but came up short. Whipping your head around the room, you found that Astarion was nowhere to be seen. What in the hells-

A slender finger pulled at the ties of your robe, red eyes watching as the thin garment cascaded down your shoulders and halted at your hips. He tutted, hooking a thumb in the bunched-up material and dragging it down your legs. He admired your bare form, circling you like a predator would its prey.

The room around you was lavish, its walls painted in a gold and maroon design that surely took ages to get just right. A bed sat in the center of the room, adorned with thick blankets and soft pillows that your body ached to fall back into. Before you could make a move towards the heavenly piece of furniture, a flash of white hair and skin overtook your field of view.

“So pretty,” Astarion murmured.

“You’re prettier,” you began to say before Astarion brought a finger to your lips.

“This is my vision, pet. Let me handle the flattery, hm?”

You had never been here before, never experienced this moment with Astarion, you realized. This was no ordinary memory, this was something entirely new. Could the tadpoles do that? Astarion nagged at your mind, desperately trying to pull you back in. In the real world, you searched frantically for him, spotting the shadow of a familiar face in a corner of the tavern before your eyes blacked out once more.

Astarion stood in front of you again, still fully clothed and now ghosting a finger around your nipple. A restrained moan left your lips as the skin hardened under his touch. Voices chattered behind the door, and your body stiffened. Oblivious or just uncaring, Astarion turned his attention to your other nipple, twisting and flicking the bud until your breathing quickened.

Afraid someone might hear the two of you, you reached forward to grab his wrist firmly. Except, you didn’t reach forward at all. Pushing with all your might to move your hands, you found that they were tied tightly behind your back.

“Astarion what the-“

“Not a word darling, unless you’d like me to stop?”

His hand trailed down to cup your cunt, an expert finger slipping through your folds and spreading the wetness around in between your thighs. Your head fell back at the touch, and Astarion took the opportunity to lick a stripe up the side of your neck.

He knew you didn’t want him to stop, it was clear enough in the way your body bent to his will. Still, no amount of lust could erase the love he had for you, and you knew he meant his tease as an opportunity to say “no,” as well.

You shook your head in response, and Astarion laughed. He circled a finger around your opening, practically drooling as your mouth fell agape and your knees buckled where you stood. He slowed his movements to an almost criminal pace before pushing two fingers into you and curling. Your hands strained against the silk knotted around them, desperate to steady yourself.

As if he only just remembered your restraints, Astarion gripped you by your tied hands and pushed you to lay face down on the bed. You welcomed the soft mattress as your body fell into it, breathing in Astarion's scent on the sheets. You groaned at the loss of his fingers inside you, but he quickly returned their ministrations from behind. Leaning over your body as his fingers worked your cunt, Astarion brought his lips to your ear.

“You see, my love, I know exactly what you crave because of our little friends up here,” he said, tapping at his temple. “And if your reactions to my memories of us are any indication, I’d wager that you crave me quite terribly.”

“So, what? You can read my mind?”

“Something like that.”

His digits hit a particularly sensitive spot inside you that had you bucking closer to him. You needed more, more of him and more of everything he was doing to you. Not being able to touch him ate you alive, but your dripping cunt told a different story.

"How is this possible," you questioned between labored breaths. Astarion's movements were relentless, fucking into you with three digits now as you grew slicker for him. "How are we both here when this has never happened before?"

Astarion's position hovering over you faltered ever so slightly, allowing the bulge forming underneath his trousers to press into your ass. Unable to restrain himself, Astarion rolled his hips against you with a grunt. Gods, he was unreal.

"I-I don't know exactly," Astarion said, his voice breathier than before. Between that, your entwined hands, and the threat of being walked in on, you were a goner. "Quite frankly, my dear, I'm scarcely capable of focusing at the moment."

"Then please,” you whined. “Fuck me.”

As you said the magic words, the red and gold room melted away and the tavern reappeared before you. The shadow in the corner from before, Astarion, met your eyes from across the room with something intense behind his gaze.

Hunger.

#baldur's gate 3 #astarion #baldurs gate astarion #baldurs gate tav #astarion fanfic #astarion smut

[rius-cave]

You started appearing ALLLLL OVER my fyp! So I decided to ask a Q, (it's not a request btw but u can draw it if it motivates you.) Ahem, I kinda wanna see some Adam angst, why? Cause.. yes. Anywho I had a random idea of like, how would luci react to seeing Adam having a breakdown about his life? I mean I assume Adam might have some self hate and might question everything that is happening in his life right? So I wonder how luci would comfort Adam in said situation. (Also I tend to be the one answering questions for people since im also a artist and idk if i should post on this app- and so this is my first time ASKING so I'm really excited!! Your arts so good keep it up!)

*rubs my little sinner hands together* HO-HO! Welcome, friend! Thank you for asking! I love Adam angst I inject it into my bloodstream every day.

At first, Adam is just fucking pissed at EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE. Lucifer especially, of course. At first, he doesn't even take responsibility, of course. I'd like to think Adam would go through the five stages of grief basically lol. He's in denial, absolutely can't believe it, thinks he'll go back to heaven any second now. He's a prick, he doesn't take anybody's help and flips everyone off, saying he doesn't need any redemption. Then he gets even more angry, like I said, especially at Luci, he's whining and kicking and blaming everyone for his destiny. Then he finally accepts either having a deal with Lucifer, or going to the hotel to try to find some communication with heaven so they can get him out of there. That doesn't work of course, so now his only option is to try and get redeemed. Oh the irony. But then, at night, when no one's looking, he just fucking stands there and thinks about everything that's happened to him. Yes, he is still angry and blames everyone else, but the thought that maybe, just maybe, this might all be his fault, is starting to creep into him. This makes him depressed to no end, but he tries to hide it from the rest of the hotel.

This is when Lucifer notices that he's going through a bad time, and yes, he scolds him some more. But also I think he'd try to get a page from his daughter's book and, begrudgingly, tries to cheer him up and encourage him to give redemption a real try (he was only half assing it until then). He tries to talk to him about the time they spent in Eden, before Lilith was even created. I like to think they had a little bit of a friendship back then, or at least, Lucifer could see some positive attributes in him from afar. He tells him that he just needs to try, and listen, and that soon, he'll understand why these sinners have formed such a tightly bonded family.

Obviously he doesn't exactly change his ways right away. It takes time, effort, a lot of patience, but he starts seeing how caring, fun and good everyone really is. He doesn't realize it, but he wants some of that too, even if he might relapse again and again.

#sorry i wrote a whole drabble here dfsDSFSD #i got struck #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adamsapple #ask #also thank you so much!!!! am glad you enjoy!!

[celerydays]

could you walk us through what notebooks & journals & pens /etc you use - they look so good!

I would be SO happy to, you have no idea!!

Alright, let's fucking GOOOO~

Starting off with my current "workhorse" pens - I have like *checks notes* 36 fountain pens and a bit too many inked up atm, but these are just the ones I'm currently reaching for or have inked up more often than not:

TWSBI Go (F): Kinda ugly! But also kinda cute! It's cheap and works great (I friggin love TWSBI pens tbh) and it has a little hole on the cap where you can attach a lanyard or charms, like I did! Makes it cuter imo and it's kind of my emotional support pen these days.

Opus88 Pocket (EF): This 2022 edition has a little Moon tarot design on the cap so it's pretty much the pen I use exclusively for my witchy/tarot practice journals! A lil bummed the cap doesn't post, especially since its a shorter pocket-sized pen, but not a deal breaker and I still love it.

Pilot Custom 823 (F): My grail pen that I've literally coveted for years and just recently acquired at the DC Pen Show this weekend! It's only been a day but I think it could potentially become my favorite pen. Ever.

Pilot Prera (CM): This is my third Prera lol. I just think they're great and really underrated pens! Also a recent acquisition from the DC Pen Show and this cursive M nib is suuuuper fun to write with.

Pilot Vanishing Point (EF): My favorite pen for planning! Super fine-tipped for writing task lists and schedules and love that it's so convenient/quick-draw with the click mechanism.

(I'm totally a Pilot pen ho, can you tell? asdjflaglsg)

Journals/Planners/Notebooks under cut–

Sterling Ink B6 Common Planner: For a good chunk of this year, I was in this planner because I honestly love the size and all the layouts. Super practical and flexible as a system. 10/10 would go back. I've used it to plan, as a reading journal, as a tarot log...

But I get the itch to move around so it's been sitting a little unused since like June, oop.

Leuchtturm A6: I started craving something tiny and minimal so I've been bullet journaling in this pocket notebook for the last month or two and I'm really enjoying it!

Standard-sized Tomoe River Paper notebook: This is pretty consistent in that I don't change up the system itself, but I'm in and out of it for memory keeping/scrapbook journaling! It's almost always a Tomoe River paper notebook of SOME kind that I usually buy in A5 size to go to FedEx and get it cut down to standard. Though I'm thinking of getting a blank Midori MD A5 to have cut down next time - I've been liking the freedom of blank pages for journaling instead of anything lined or gridded.

I really need to catch up with it tbh, but I love sitting in an explosion of printed photos, stickers, and washi and going ham with the pages.

(I do have a flip through of my January-March 2022 pages on YouTube)

Midori MD Cotton B6 Slim: I also have this sketchbook that sorta turned into a visual sketch diary of sorts. I fell off a while ago but want to get back into it because it's super fun to work in and to look back on!

Wide-sized Cosmo Air Light notebook & A5 Filofax Malden: These are my tarot/witchy journals. Grimoires I guess? One is for journaling and all my messier notes while the other is more for reference and ease of organization.

A5 Leuchtturm: I didn't know if I should include this guy, but I've been writing it in a lot recently so I guess I will lol. This is like truuuly a miscellaneous™ notebook.

I got this A5 notebook back in 2017 to use as my very first bullet journal, then found out that this size is personally waaaay too big for me to use as a bullet journal so I hopped off of it pretty quick. It now sits on my desk because since it's mostly blank I'll just pick it up to use it to write literally A N Y T H I N G.

Most recently, I wrote like 5 pages in one night on notes for a fanfiction piece I was working on (I'm not a writer, this fic is never gonna see the light of day by anyone but me lololol. Hyperfixation is so wild; I've put 80k+ words within just 10 days into it so far and it's been hella therapeutic.)

That's all, I think!?

It's funny because I actually have a NEW notebook arriving tomorrow that I'm going to try out as a bujo/commonplace/omni journal of sorts?? I might write an update post after I've set that up and see how I like it <3

#journal #journaling #bullet journal #memory keeping #notebooks #fountain pen #grimoire #sketchbook #commonplace book #tarot journal #cel journals #anon #ask #celerydays

[doodlebat33]

I HAVE AN IDEA. What if the reader what’s an artist right. And when netflix monkey king is not with them they draw him. They draw him smiling or just draw him in all kinds of poses like siting down, a cool pose with him and his staff. Relaxed pose. They just love drawling him and in some drawlings of him they put little hearts surrounding him. Monkey king discovers the readers art book when he’s not with them and flips the pages in curiosity and stumbles upon the drawings of him. He looks through and he gets a goofy smile, all like “I don’t know reader likes drawling me🫢🤭” something like that. then he confronts reader abt it and the reader gets all like flustered that he found out. He just teases reader abt it and he tells reader that if they want he can be their muse. Just a fun idea

Oh he'd definitely take any opportunity to just pose at random and reader just looks at him confused. "What are you doing?"

Monkey king keeps it discrete, "oh just ah, just stretching. Ya know, nothing more."

And once reader finds out about him going through their sketch book, I'd imagine they'd be a bit peeved, "Monkey! You can't just go through my stuff! Is that why you've been "stretching" so much?"

"Oh come on! Your Art's amazing! Why haven't you shared it with me before?"

"well because! I... I don't know I just,"

Monkey smiles to them and puts a hand in their shoulder, "Look, you don't have to get worked up about it, I don't mind. In fact, why don't I give you more if a challenge since you seem to make them so effortlessly!" He smirks and strokes and absolutely ridiculous dynamic pose. "Let's see you try this!"

Y/n couldn't help but giggle a bit, they grab their sketchbook and get started

Monkey king x reader Masterpost

#monkey king netflix #monkey king 2023 #the monkey king netflix #monkey king headcannon #monkey king x reader #sun wukong x reader

[sixtypackofcrayola]

Howdy! Could this please be for Macaque, Sun Wukong and MK?

Their S/o likes sketching and is really good at it, and one day they happen to stumble upon S/O's sketchbook (which has been left open) and it's just filled with doodles of them? And like, Lil notes of how much they love em and components etc?

Thank you!

wow ajax finished a draft?? unbelieveable 

✰ Macaque, Sun Wukong and MK (Separately) with a S/O Who Draws ✰

Fandom; LEGO Monkie Kid Character List; MK, Sun Wukong, Macaque Genre; Fluff Pronouns; None used for Reader TW/CW; None

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-*Throws my hc about Wukong's drawing hobby at you* -He draws too! Just, not really in a sketchbook. Usually you'd find his drawings on the stone walls with chalk or on random pieces of paper or napkins- He doesn't really have a specific thing to draw in but he does it often -Sooo if his S/O likes to draw too,,, That's amazing! -Wukong likes to watch you sketch and sometimes draws with you while just talking about anything -Like his you're sitting down with your sketchbook and he's sitting on his cloud tryna draw somethin' real big on the wall with his chalk, and you two will just go on about anything while probably drawing two completely different things -Wanted to do a contest with you and had MK be judge. You both drew him and he posed and everything -In the end the kid couldn't choose because both were really good</3 -Illiteracy be damned dude can fucking draw -He'll ask you to draw him and he'd draw you a few times, and he actually puts a lot of effort into drawing you,, buuut you probably wouldn't end up seeing em, he's a tad embarrassed

-Wukong decides to peek into your sketchbook one day -He’s not trying to be invasive! He’s just,, curious,, what else do you draw that you don’t show him? -He doesn’t plan to flip through it all, just peek at a couple pages and smile at your beautiful work. No harm done, right? -Wukong just flips to random pages, some of them he’s seen before, but he still loves. Some he hasn’t and he wonders why you haven’t shown him -And then there’s a few pages that are just full of him -Like, back to back. Little doodles of him with little hearts, some more detailed drawings and a few referenced from the paintings in the cave. Some of the doodles have notes about how you love him next to them -Dude is over the moon -His tail sways rapidly as he looks through the pages of him, cooing at how cute you were. Why didn’t you show him any of these?? He’s so flattered! -Probably the same reason he didn’t show you some of his drawings of you... huh.. -And when you come into the room to see him looking through your sketchbook, he immediately bounds over to you and playfully teases you about the drawings -When you ask him why he was going through your stuff or snatch the book from him, he just tells you how flattered he is and says he loves how you draw him -He’ll ask you if you can draw him again shortly after, if ya like of course. He’ll even pose for you if you need it, and he’ll likely ask to keep the drawing afterwards -And perhaps later he’ll show you the drawings he did of you that he hasn’t shown you.. Y’know, since he already saw yours...  -You’ll love them, trust 

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-On the other hand, Macaque doesn’t draw. He’s not very good at it,,, He’s a much better writer, which is why he’s so good at the shadow play stuff! -However, he enjoys your artwork. He doesn’t say it outright often, but he will watch you draw sometimes while you two are talking and might ask questions about it -Sometimes you draw scenes from his shadow plays, and that makes him real happy. He’s glad you enjoyed the show enough to want to create art based on it -Or maybe he’ll tell you a vague idea he has for a show, and you’ll sketch something out for fun to kinda flesh things out -He’ll def use your ideas whenever he decides to host the show  -Lovers who tell stories together bro y’all are perfect  -Macaque doesn’t open it himself, instead he just finds it open while you’re away from it -He just picks it up and flips through for a bit after looking at the sketch that was currently open to him for a bit -You won’t get too upset, right? ‘S not like he’s gonna negatively make fun of you for what you like to draw. Besides, most of it probably isn’t new to him anyway, and he just wants a second look. Another chance to marvel at your work because honestly really nice -And he’s.. honestly surprised to find so many drawing of himself -Ones he hasn’t seen before, actually. He’s only seen you draw him like, what, once? And here you were doodling pictures of him on page after page -There were little notes about him on the sides, like when you drew him with his hair down and wrote how pretty it was. Long hair Macaque is SO REAL -Or when you drew him just,, genuinely smiling, with little hearts around him  -No, he’s not blushing, not at all -And you just did portraits of him in general, all of which he loved, honest -You love him so much, don’t you? It’s sweet, really, and he’s very flattered. Especially since you seem to draw him a lot more than he thought -He flips back to the original page and sets the book down again before you come back, already hearing when you’ve made your first step in his direction  -Macaque puts his hands behind his head and crosses his legs like nothing happened, but he does give you a knowing smirk when you return to him and pick up your sketchbook  -He asks if you wanna draw him once you finish what you were working on before, still acting like he saw nothing -You probably will pick up on the fact that he knows, but he won’t lie about it if you do -Show him more of your art of him when ya do! He’ll wanna see it, trust -It’s another thing that assures him you love him. The fact that you incorperate him into one of your favorite hobbies so lovingly,, No he is not falling all over again -Especially after the LBD incident,, when (headcanon) half his fur goes white and he can’t use his glamour on it, and you still continue to draw him like usual,,,<33

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-MK!! He draws too and that’s CANON, BABY -You two must draw together and talk about it all -If you two have similar interests then WOO you can draw the same characters and tell eachother how much you love the other’s style -MK will pose for you, you pose for them!  -Draw Monkey King/JTTW shit he will flip  -Sometimes he just likes to watch you draw! And of course he’s gonna ask you to draw him, probably a little more than the other two -But he’s real happy if you want to! Especially if you draw him doing something real cool, like using his monkey powers or fighting demons! -You’ll probably help him with his little drawn out plans- Imagine one of those kinda like from the finale but it’s a mix of both your styles  -MK does have drawings of you, and he shows you most of em! The ones he doesn’t are just ones he doesn’t like or the occasional lovey-dovey one,, so he’s in a similar boat  -Buy stickers for eachothers sketchbooks and decorate em together cause I KNOW he’s got stickers on his (headcanon) -You have a smaller sketchbook, and that’s the one you often carry with you places, like over to Pigsy’s  -You go there one day to hang with MK, Mei, and Red, and you four end up going out to the arcade and movies and stuff- Just having a bunch of fun out in the city! -It was a bit late when you all went back to your respective places, and MK decides to take you home  -You kiss him on the cheek and tell him how much fun you had again before leaving, and he waves at you as you leave with the biggest smile on his face -After returning, he notices your sketchbook left on the floor in his room, where you four were hanging out before you left -MK picks it up and opens it, quickly flipping through the pages realizing it’s yours and not his  -He was gonna close it and bring it back to you tomorrow,,, -But a page caught his eye before he did -Oou, is that him? -There’s a page full of doodles of him, and he looks super cool and pretty in all of them, he’d add!  -Awh, and the little hearts next to him,,,?? He hasn’t seen these ones before? -Flipping the page reveals another one of the same nature. Drawings of him with his staff, and another with his bandana off and hair flopping over his face. You noted how silly but cute he looked with even messier messy hair  -MK is blushing and smiling at the pages, how could you not let him see these?? Tail is going SO FAST, very flattered -He guessed you must’ve been embarrassed,,, but this was so sweet of you! He’d wanna keep them all  -The next day you come over for your sketchbook and he happily hands it to you -He tells you quickly that he went through it and that he’s really sorry he did but he thinks the drawings you did of him were really nice,,, -AND! He drew you! He kinda passed out after because it was late and he’d forgotten that BUT, HE DID IT -He invites you in and hands you a doodle of him and you posing together with a “tada!”  -Hope ya like it! Oh, and draw cute pictures of him like that more often! He will pose for you, but ya gotta let him draw you more too!

( Fin ~ ✰ )

#less confident abt this one #lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk x reader #lego sun wukong #lmk sun wukong #monkie kid sun wukong #sun wukong #sun wukong x reader #lmk macaque #six eared macaque #monkie kid macaque #macaque x reader #macaque my beloved #lmk mk #lmk qi xiaotian #monkie kid mk #mk x reader #lmk mk x reader

[tswwwit]

the idea of dipper and bill having to act as a "normal" white fence suburdan home married couple bc of "blending in with community" to investigate some particular magical phenamone or a cult or a monster or whatever and dipper is suffering, and bill is suffering too but he's also having sick fun with horrid fascination as an insane demon does, and they ask mabel for ideas, they have a barbeque housewarming party-

-wont leave my mind, its been *days*

dipper: this sucks, people live like this???

bill: I KNOW! THIS SUCKS! *fascinated like a watching a trainwreck or natural disaster* AMAZING

Pine Tree shuts the door behind him very quietly. A gentle 'click' as the latch sets in place.

Bill looks up from where he was flipping through the newspaper. He puffs on his pipe - unlit, but hey! It's for the look of things! - and smiles.

"Hello honey!" Bill takes the pipe out of his mouth, bouncing a slipper on his foot. "How was the homeowner's association meeting?"

Pine Tree stares forward. A muscle in his jaw twitches.

Bill hums to himself, and smiles.

Domesticity! Such as it is. That wonderful white-picket fence, no magic, no monsters, and no chaos-

The paper under his hands tears slightly. Bill clears his throat, shuffling the pages. He gives up on the ruse of news-reading - whether or not those nosy assholes across the street are watching - and flips, nonchalant, right to the comics section. He already solved the crossword in his head ten minutes ago.

Easy. He's got this. It's only been, like a couple days. There are way longer cons he's played, and this one isn't the worst!

Besides.

He'll be damned if he breaks before his mortal does.

"I talked to Linda." Pine Tree's voice is flat. He slowly strides over to the window, and draws the curtains shut.

"And?" Bill prompts, sitting up a little more. Man, sapling's got a full thousand yard-gaze going! He watches with fascination.

"She's so glad to see that the," Pine Tree lifts his hands, making finger quotes. "'Non-traditional' couple is so," He swallows, holding down some simmering fury. "'Decent'" Bill's throat jumps, but. Nope, not perfect. The gagging noise still came through. But he nods, very seriously.

Acting.

"And," Pine Tree says, very slowly. Turning towards Bill, equally slow, and deliberate. "Even though she said I could water the lawn, since it's dying, now I can't water the lawn, because it violates some…" His hand clenches to a fist by his side. "Like, contractor agreement thing?"

"Oh, don't worry about that, honey!" Bill exclaims, with a perfect nineteen fifties voice - he's got that in the bag. "I'm sure it'll all work ou-"

"Except," Pine Tree strides in, planting hands on Bill's armchair, and staring him right in the face. "We're also getting fined for every day that the lawn is dead."

Bill can't help it. He snorts, face scrunching up. A full catch-22! Linda's got another thing coming, eventually. Once they track down this monster.

But hey! Bill can understand sadism, and contractual bullshit! If only Pine Tree wasn't around, he'd have made the trap appropriately lethal.

"Aw, rough day, huh?" Bill sets his pipe down, patting his husband on the shoulder. "Don't worry, honey, we'll-"

And Pine Tree yanks him forward. Gripping Bill's smoking jacket so tight that he hauls him nearly out of his chair. Bill blinks.

"If you call me 'honey' again," He mutters. "I'm going to murder you."

Bill can't stop his laugh this time, and as his cute little mortal rattles him back and forth -

Oh thank chaos, Pine Tree's the one broke first.

"Bill? This sucks." Pine Tree insists, teeth gritted. Shaking Bill harder now. He searches for words, he splutters - one hand waves at the air. "How does anyone live like this?"

Ha! Maybe now he gets how great he has it. No bureaucracy ! No trying to hide what you are from jerks who think magic is 'wrong'! No suburban life, no lawncare, and no rules!

Bill's mortal has too many hangups. You can explode any problem if you want to!

Pity he's not willing to do it with Linda.

"Hell if I know!" Bill exclaims, and surges up. He heaves out a breath, scratching at his neck. "Bullshit magical prejudice. Don't worry, kid!" He pats his husband on the back. "We'll get out of here in no time."

The monster that's preying on these mortals can't hide much longer. Once that's solved, Bill's contingency will kick in. And then -

"No, I found the vampire," Pine Tree says, half distracted. Bill does a double-take. What, he didn't mention that first? "I just, uh."

Bill wags a hand. Prompting.

And Pine Tree shrugs. Offering up an awkward smile. He rubs the back of his neck. "I…. kinda rigged her septic tank to blow once we got out of here."

Bill tugs him closer, beaming now. "Now that's a nice move!" He tucks his hands under Pine Tree's arms, but the human squirms away before he can pick him up. "It's what, a vicinity based setup?" A quick nod, and he grins wider. "Clever trick, kid." "I'd... ask if that's too much, but knowing you, it's not." Bill's cute little mortal punches him, adorably, in the stomach.

"Pfft, nah, that's nothing," Bill nudges him, and grins. Pine Tree's not the only guy who's heard some comments. "You should see what I set up for her house."

#Written in about fifteen minutes so sorry for any really dumb shit or typos #Queuing this for later #I'm going to sleep for five years now #Okay it was more like twentyfive if you count some edits #This is only one example but you KNOW they both hated that shit #SO boring #Dipper probably enjoyed the domesticity for like #Eight hours #Until it started weirding him out #And Bill just got FULL into his role #But if Dipper didn't break he was like within six hours of doing so #Less than half a day for full-on stir-crazy demon NEEDING some chaos #Good thing you solved it first Dipper or there wouldn't have been much of a neighborhood after #Arguably a good thing depending on who lived there #Nah they probably had some really nice neighbors nearby who brought them like #A pineapple upsidedown cake and welcomed them warmly #Bill would have spared them/their house because he has a special like for upside down desserts #Also because Dipper would have been mad at him if he hadn't #Neither of these two do well in perfectly suburban environments #Getting bored out of their skulls without some mystery or monsters or drama #The only result would be that one of them would create it #answers #Sorry for the dumb bullshit

[jojo-schmo]

Thought it might be interesting to share a snippet of my process behind making comic pages! Because everyone loves chaos, right? I never thought I’d get this invested in my Roleswap AU but I’m having too much dang fun!

I reserved this computational notebook just for my comic! I got it for free at work, lmao. But the graph paper comes in handy! I only keep thumbnails in here to stay organized. I do any sketches or brainstorming in another sketchbook.

I have my rough height chart of the main characters on the inside cover. (I’m covering up some smaller stickies that have major plot bullet points that I don’t want to spoil yet!) But it turns the cover into a handy and quick reference if I need a refresher.

I do all my thumbnails on rectangular sticky notes! I like them because I can cut and overlap and rearrange them to my heart’s content! Plus they’re small so it encourages me to keep my panels simple at this stage. (It works some of the time)

I’m very fond of this one in particular. Sometimes Dedede is just a teeny round head inside a box and that works for me. :)

I arrange everything in chronological order, so I also love being able to flip through the pages and see the progression of the story at a glance. Really helps me with seeing the bigger picture since it’s very easy for me to focus on the little details instead of a cohesive overall story.

I change my mind a LOT between the thumbnail and drawing stages (usually when I’m actually doing the final drawing), so the end result is always a little different. I really like looking back and analyzing the path of my ideas. Here’s a comparison for Page 10 of the Roleswap Prologue!

I’m no master storyteller- I still have lots to learn! But I feel like planning this fan comic has already taught me a lot, and that’s what excites me the most about it!

I don’t claim my method to be the best or most efficient. To be honest it looks pretty chaotic from outside, doesn’t it? But I’ve evolved my methods over the years and it’s personally worked for me so far! Perhaps this can offer a bit of insight towards someone refining their own story process! (Even if the only lesson you take from this is to not be like me, haha!)

#forgotten land roleswap #kirby #king dedede #meta knight #bandana waddle dee #bandee #kirby AU #kirby comic #art tutorial #art process #comic process #roleswap scraps

[herofics]

Hello, hello! I saw your recent post about Hawks comforting a suicidal reader, and I got curious with other writing prompts you made. Little did I know, I would grow to love it very much! I'll definitely read more of your posts in my spare time, thank you for making these!

Anyways, I hope I didn't catch you in a bad time. IF, and only IF you're feeling up to it, I'd like to request a Hawks x female reader who has AWFUL social skills and stutters a lot. It's not that she has anxiety, but it happens too often to the point people sometimes misunderstand her. Nonetheless, she tries REALLY hard to communicate with people, especially with Hawks. Little did anyone know, she has a passion for drawing! One day, the reader decided to finally confess her feelings to Hawks; however, there's a twist. The reader was never really good with words in the first place. Instead, she decided to give him a sketchbook filled with little sketches, paintings and complete drawings of him, the reader, or together, with a bit of aesthetic shtick going on (old timey newspapers, Latin quotes in papyrus, colorful pressed flowers, you know, those kinds of dark/light academia aesthetics you see everywhere). To add the cherry on top, a note on top of the sketchbook says, "You are the walking embodiment of the quote, 'What if I fall? But darling, what if you fly?' Thank you for inspiring me to be bolder and for being with me. I love and appreciate you, Chicken Feet."

I'm not sure if this idea had been done, but don't feel pressured to do it whether or not it has been written down. Again, thank you very much, and I wish you the best day!

Have a Chikim Kigs for all your troubles ^^

Sounds very familiar tbh, I’m super awkward and anxious socially, and I absolutely suck at talking to people. When I really need to tell someone something, I write it down and send it to them as a message, because I suck at talking. I think this is a really cute idea and I hope I did it justice. I have a masterlist in the pinned post where you can find all my stuff categorized by character. I hope you have a great day, I’m certainly having a good one :D

•You’re not very good with talking to people, but you do really try

•People still seem to misunderstand you a lot, and sometimes they even get irritated at you

•Sometimes people just don’t even make the effort to understand, but Hawks does

•He’s very patient with you and if he feels like he’s maybe misunderstanding you, he asks more questions to make sure and the situation usually resolves itself like that

•You and Hawks have been friends for a while now, and you’ve fallen for him pretty hard

•You’re not at all sure if he would return your feelings, he’s always been pretty hard to read and not just for you

•Hawks doesn’t really reveal much about himself, even to the people closest to him, but he does feel really safe and relaxed with you

•You started working on your little sketchbook project about a month before you gave it to Hawks

•It was a fun project but when you finally decided it was ready and you wanted to give it to him, you were super nervous

•You didn’t know how he was going to react, but you knew that if he was going to reject your feelings, he was going to do it kindly, that’s just the kind of person he is

•Hawks came over to your place since you were going to go to lunch from there

•You seemed really nervous for some reason, which he picked up on immediately

•So of course he asked you if something was wrong, and you just handed him the sketchbook and requested he would take a look at it

•He started flipping through it and you could see his pupils getting bigger with each page, like cat’s eyes do

•He was also smiling like a total dork, because he was so happy

•You felt a wave of relief wash over you as he flipped through it and he seemed to be very happy with what he was seeing

•Hawks had been super nervous about telling you how he felt, because he didn’t really know if you would return his feelings

•Your lack of social skills make you a bit hard for him to read, but he did have an inkling about you maybe liking him back

•When he got to the end of the sketchbook, he saw your little text bit with the “Thank you for inspiring me to be bolder and for being with me. I love and appreciate you, chicken feet”

•He suddenly hugged you were tightly and whispered in your ear “I love you too, dove”

•You felt all the nervousness leave your body as he said that and you hugged him back after you got over the initial shock

•You were so happy he returned your feelings and also that he liked your way of confessing to him

•Hawks is over the moon and the two of you also go through the sketchbook together because he wants to know how you made it

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #hawks #bnha hawks #mha hawks #takami keigo #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #mha fluff #bnha fluff #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction

[warmaidensrevenge]

Always seen you.

Pairings: Eddie x Fem!Insecure plus size reader x Friend!Elio x Friend!Billy

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

A/N: Hi friends. Welcome back to my series finale. This was a little rushed because I have a few requests I would like to work on as well as finishing up my papa!Eddie fic. Keep an eye out for them this upcoming week. I was inspired by three songs. So check them out if you want. Shout out to @salenorona23 for your ideas. Appreciate you. Anyways, thanks for reading babes. As always feedback is greatly appreciated and asks or comments are welcomed. Kay love ya byeeee.

Warnings: 18+ Language, sexual implications, fluff, slight angst, happy ending. Not proof read.

I do not give permission for my work to be used on any other site. Respect all creators/writers. Thanks.

Word count: 6,506

Summary: No one's gonna love you like Eddie does. And that's okay, because no one's gonna love him like you do.

Part 23 - Ending

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The next morning you were up early. Doing what you had been doing for the past two months. The only difference this time, Eddie was sitting across from you while you drew him.

" Stop making faces." You grinned.

Eddie smirked. " I can't help it. They make you smile."

You pressed your lips to hold the smile back, adding the finishing touches.

" You know Angel, I think we should come here again. Just us next time."

You looked over your glasses, pushing them up when all you saw was a blur.

" That sounds fun. But only for like a week. Because to be honest with you… I really miss regular outlets. And I'm a little tired of pasta."

Eddie laughed. "Yeah. I think I put on at least ten pounds since I got here." He looked down, grabbing his stomach. Pushing it out to make it look bigger.

You smiled. He actually looked really good with a healthy layer of cushion around his tummy.

" I like your little belly."

Eddie gave you a wink.

You shook your head, closing your sketchbook.

" You keep moving, Eds."

He got up and went behind you. Wrapping his arms around your chest.

" I'm sorry Angel."

" Ehhh it's fine. I finished it a while ago...just liked to see you squirm."

Eddie gasped" How dare you?!'

You giggled as he started to tickle you.

" Eddieeee!" You said through a fit of laughter.

" Nope! You totally deserve it"

You were wriggling so much that your book fell open and Eddie took a second to pick it up. You tried to grab it but he pulled it away. Flipping through the pages.

" Eddie please don't." You pleaded.

You were actually embarrassed by them. You always had a slight insecurity about your drawings. You barely showed them to anyone. Other than the contest one and the book you made for Eddie, no one has seen the ones you've been drawing lately.

Eddie was amazed. " Angel…these…these are incredible."

He looked at all the scenery pictures in aww. Then he saw the ones of him. They were so good that they looked like black and white photographs. Except for his eyes. You captured the color so well. He continued admiring them until a letter fell out.

He saw the name on it before you picked it up and walked into the room.

Eddie followed you and saw you put on some high waist jeans with your flip flops.

" Where you goin'?"

" Umm. I totally forgot to send this."

He sat on the bed. " So you're going now?"

You turned to look at him when his tone changed.

" Eds, I should have sent this a long time ago. He deserves to know that it's not gonna happen."

" But a letter Angel? That just seems so… impersonal."

You sighed and sat next to him. Fidgeting with the postage.

" I know. And I hate that I can't do it in person. But he's been waiting for a while. And I feel like such an asshole for it."

Eddie nodded and started rubbing your back. " I really think you shouldn't send that. How about you call him and ask to meet up as soon as you get back."

You nodded. " Okay. I guess he waited this long. Another month won't be so bad."

" Well I didn't say that."

You looked at him and pouted.

" Angel. You don't want to be with him and he needs to here it from you. He might not be happy and you'll probably lose him as a friend. But you gotta tell him face to face."

You put your head on his shoulder.

" I just don't want to hurt him, Eds. He really is a good friend."

" I know….I know."

A minute or two passes when you took a deep breath and went for the phone.

It rang a few times before Billy finally answered.

" Sweets? Damn I was just about to leave."

" Oh I'm sorry. Do you want to talk later?"

" Uhhh I would like to but I'm kinda gonna be getting on a plane in about 3 hours."

Your brows pinched together. " Where are you going?"

Billy grinned looking at a picture of you, him and Elio on his fridge.

" I'm coming to see you sweets."

Your mouth dropped open and you felt the air get snatched out of your lungs. " W-w-what?"

You heard Billy laugh and felt Eddie's hand on your shoulder.

" What is it Angel?" Eddie whispered.

You looked up at Eddie and shook your head.

" No. Billy don't."

Billy's smile faded. " What? I want to see you. I only got a couple of days off but I want-"

" I-I-I…Billy please. Please don't come here. I…I have to talk to you. But I want to do it when I come home."

" Why can't you do it when I'm there?"

" Billy please-"

" Angel what-"

"Sweets?"

You covered the receiver and answered Eddie first. " He was just about to leave and get on a plane to come here."

Eddie furrowed his brow. He wanted to take the phone away from you and tell Billy to back off. But he stopped himself because you guys weren't together yet. So it wasn't his place. Even though he felt like it was.

When you saw that look on Eddie you knew you had to say something.

" Sweets?"

You sighed. " Billy, Eddie's here."

The silence that fell on the phone was awful. You could feel Billy's heart breaking.

Eddie looked at you and was happy that you said that. But when he saw the tears in your eyes all he wanted to do was hold you.

Billy cleared his throat. " So you chose him then?"

" I…Billy please. I want to sit down and talk when I come back. "

Billy was so angry. When were you gonna learn that Eddie wasn't the one for you? He dropped his duffle bag and rubbed his face. No matter how this turned out. He couldn't be mad at you.

" Alright. Umm you know where to find me."

" Yeah. "

" I'll see you soon, sweets."

" Y-yeah. See you."

You hung up the phone and turned to Eddie. Burying your face in his chest. He hugged you while you cried and kissed the top of your head.

" I hope he doesn't hate me….I hope I didn't make you hate me."

Eddie leaned back and lifted your face by your chin.

" He doesn't hate you and I never could. All I feel for you…all I ever felt is-"

" Guys want to go to the beach?" Elio said, walking in on the moment.

Eddie didn't look away from you though. Instead he smiled and laughed a little. " Just like old times. Trying to say how we feel and get interrupted."

You gave him a half hearted smile. " Do you think there will ever be a time when it doesn't happen?"

" Our luck. Probably not."

You frowned and looked at Elio. " Yeah. The beach sounds fun. I need some vitamin D."

Elio smirked. " Me too."

Eddie chuckled and winked at Elio.

" Ugh both of you are pervs."

…

Eddie left the next day with the promise of seeing you soon. It took everything you had to not leave with him. The parting wasn't so much of a goodbye as it was I'll see you soon.

You gave him a long hug and kiss on the cheek. When you walked away you didn't look back.

How am I gonna go a month without you Eds?

It was a week later and you had just about enough of Italy. You missed your bed and your family. But most of all you missed Eddie.

One night you sat out on the balcony and opened your book. A note fell out. You picked it up and read it.

'Angel,

I just wanted to say have a great time. You deserve all the happiness in the world. I wish I could tell you what I really want to say. But that's gonna have to wait. Take care of yourself.

Love Eds'

Elio joined you. " What's that?"

You folded the paper back up and put it back in your book.

" Nothing much. Just Eddie being Eddie."

" Hmmm. So…did you tell him how you feel?"

You nodded. " I did. But…I don't think I want that anymore."

" What do you mean?"

You looked up at the sky. Admiring the stars that shine so bright there.

" I want to be with him."

" Yeah?"

You sighed. " Yeah. "

Elio smiled and stood up. Holding out his hand for you. " Then let's go get your guy."

You grinned while taking it. But you stopped, pulling him back.

" I have to talk to Billy first."

Elio pressed his lips. " Uhhh yeah. Probably do that."

" I'm not looking forward to it."

" Well if you need me. I'll be there."

You hugged him.

"Thank you E. For everything."

He smiled, hugging you back.." you're welcome. Now…" he pulled away. " Let's go home."

…

You were standing outside of Billy's house. You had just got back and the first thing you did was catch a bus over. All you had to do now was knock.

When he answered the door he motioned for you to come in. You followed him to the couch and sat.

It was quiet for a minute before Billy shifted.

" How was your trip?"

You half smiled. " It was good. Very beautiful."

"That's good. I uhhh I missed you…and E."

You nodded. " Missed you too."

You guys were quiet again. This time the tension between you two was almost unbearable.

" So Eddie went?"

You swallowed the lump in your throat.

" He did."

" He just showed up?"

You started fidgeting with the hem of your shorts. " No…I invited him."

Billy sighed and moved again. " Does he know about us?"

" Billy there is no us."

" How can you say that? I know you felt something too. You kissed me back."

I…I know I did. But-"

" But nothing Y/n. You can't just ignore what's happening."

" I'm not ignoring it. That's why I'm here. To tell you the truth."

Billy hung his head. " What's the truth? That you want to be with him until he hurts you again. Have me waiting on the sidelines."

"N-no. Billy, Eddie and I are not together."

Well not yet.

" Then what were you guys doing there? Don't tell me he just came to hang out."

" He…he came to spend time with me."

Billy looked at you. " And nothing happened?"

You pressed your lips together and looked away.

" Why y/n? Why did you do that? Do you really think so little of yourself?"

You met his eyes and he didn't even look mad. He looked genuinely concerned.

" Billy look, being with Eddie doesn't make me smaller. Or less of a person. What we have…is something that just is. When we're together everything feels right. It feels good. And I get that you've seen me and helped me when I was at my lowest. That you think he's wrong for me. But he's not. You never saw him with me. He cares about me. He looks and treats me like I'm the only person in the world for him. He makes me feel beautiful and loved. I know he would do anything for me."

" I would too y/n. Don't I make you feel beautiful? Don't you see that I only have eyes for you? Can't you feel my love?"

You sniffled, wiping your tears away.

" You don't understand. You say those things and I feel like they're misplaced. You would do anything for me because that's what friends do. You don't make me feel beautiful. You make me feel nice. Just nice. I can't feel your love because it's not real. Well maybe it is. But not how you think. And you say you only have eyes for me when you just really want you too…but I'm not it. You're so focused on me that you don't even see the ones who looked at you like that."

He leaned forward. " I don't care how other girls look at me. All I care about is you…I love you."

You hung your head.

" Sweets please. You know this isn't going to end well for you. Regardless if you guys stay friends or not. Sooner or later he's gonna hurt you again…I would never do that to you. I would never do or say anything that could."

You stood up and walked towards the door. But you stopped just before reaching for the handle.

" You say you love me right?"

Billy stood up too. "Yeah…I love you y/n."

You turned around and looked at him.

" If you do then you know all the important stuff about me. Like the name of the highschool I graduated from, or why I used to live in a trailer before I came here."

Billy sat back down and looked away.

" Do you know how I like my coffee? Or how I met one of the most important person in my life?"

Billy couldn't look at you. He was ashamed. He should have known all that stuff about you.

When he was quiet for a while you felt bad. You knew he wouldn't know the answers. But it didn't matter. Because there was one person who did. And Billy wasn't him.

"I'm really sorry. I know you wanted this. And that you were waiting for an answer. I'm truly sorry for making you think you had a chance. You didn't deserve the silence. You're my friend and I should have told you how I felt about Eddie that night we kissed…I do love you Billy...But not the way I love him. I can't love anyone else. I don't want to."

He finally looked at you with tears in his eyes.

" I would have loved you forever, you know."

You frowned because you knew he would have.

" But I would have never been able to love you back. Not in the way you want or need."

Billy got up and cupped your face. "I love you sweets. And if you ever need me." He leaned in. " I will always be here."

He gave you a kiss on the cheek and met your forehead with his.

…

Thanksgiving came up so fast. You almost forgot to pack for Hawkins. The past two months have been jam packed with a new project you were working on and with school. It all became a little bit crazy. But finally you were gonna go see your family.

Ever since the conversation with Billy, he worked a lot. He came around once in a while. But just for a few minutes.

Eddie of course was working on the new album and doing shows. He tried calling you since Italy. But as usual both of you were busy. Not that you were upset about not talking to him as much as you would like. But that you hadn't got the chance to say that you wanted to be together. For real this time. That wasn't something to write in a letter or say over the phone. So you waited.

Thanksgiving being the perfect opportunity to finally put it out there.

Eddie said he was going to be late because his flight was delayed. But he was at the airport, determined to be the first one on.

When you finally got to Hawkins, something was different. You didn't know what. But something was. There was a lot going on that you had no idea the gravity of it.

Matthew was waiting for you when you got off the plane. You guys hugged each other and went home. The ride was mostly quiet. Not that you minded. You were super tired.

When you guys pulled into the trailer park everything was covered in a thin blanket of snow. You had noticed a moving truck parked out front. Too tired to ask anything, you got out of the car and went to your room after you gave Bethany a hug. When you walked in you dropped your bag and threw yourself on the bed. You said a silent ' goodnight Eds.' before passing out.

In the morning you woke up and finally looked around. All that was left in the small room was the bed and the nightstand.

What the hell?

You got up and went to the kitchen. Bethany was making breakfast and you went to get some water. While grabbing her little tummy you asked.

" Hey so ummm where's my stuff?"

" Uhhh sit down. I have news."

You nodded and went to the dining table.

Bethany put a plate in front of you and sat down.

" Nothing bad is it?" You asked buttering your toast.

" No sweetie. It's good news. Very good news."

You took a bite and smiled.

" So umm first things first. We're moving."

Your eyes widened and you stopped chewing.

" That's why there's a moving truck outside. Matthew and I bought a 4 bedroom house near my parents." She grabbed her belly. " I'm gonna need all the help I can get since I'm having twins."

You froze mid chew.

"You-you're having t-two?"

Bethany giggled. " Yup. So we're gonna need a bigger place."

" Oh my God!" You put down your toast and got up to hug her. " That's insane…well duh you're definitely going to need a much bigger place. With a big backyard."

Bethany laughed again while hugging you back. " That's the plan."

You sat back down shaking your head.

Twins!

" So when is the official move?" You asked, taking a sip of coffee.

" So we were thinking just after Thanksgiving. There isn't much left here. Just the furniture."

You nodded. " And the trailer?"

" Well, I want to see if you want to keep it or let someone else move in."

The thought of another family moving into your home made you sad. But at the same time it was unrealistic to keep it when you only came there for holidays.

" Umm I would like to keep it. But it's pointless. I live in Cambridge."

" Yeah… Just thought I would ask."

You nodded again picking at your hash browns.

" So uhhh my stuff?"

Bethany gave you a smile. She didn't want to ruin Eddie's surprise so she said a little white lie.

" Well all of it is in storage near your dorm. We had it shipped there." Bethany got up and went to the kitchen.

She came back and set a key in front of you. " This is the key to the lock. Whenever you're ready you can check it out."

You smiled. " That's cool. I'll give you the money for the storage."

You got up to grab your purse.

" Oh no. Don't worry about it. It wasn't much."

" No. No. You guys don't need to spend any more money than you have to."

You pulled out your wallet and pulled out a crisp new 100 dollar bill.

" Sweetie no. Really it's fine."

" Take it. And just save it for the babies."

Bethany's smile got bigger. " Okay. But for the babies and not the storage."

You sat back down and beamed at her.

" You know." You put a hand on her tummy. "These little buns are gonna have the best mommy."

She put her hand on yours. " And they are gonna have the best aunt."

…

While getting ready for bed that night you looked out your bedroom window. You felt a pain in your heart seeing the Munson's trailer. For just a short period in time you were neighbors with Eddie Munson. You were in a place that finally felt like home. With the boy of your dreams just a stone's throw away.

But Eddie didn't live there anymore. And he hadn't for almost two years. Still you wished his light would turn on. You still wished you could watch him play his guitar or write out a new campaign, while you were supposed to be studying.

Oh how things have changed.

Eddie finally got to Hawkins and it was pretty late. He didn't even bother going to see his uncle. He went straight to yours. When he knocked, your brother answered.

" Hey man."

"Hey Eddie. Come on in."

" Thanks."

Eddie took off his jacket and gave your brother a hug.

" How are things?" He asked.

Matthew sighed. " It's good. Just moving is a bitch."

" Does she know that her stuff is at my place?"

" Nah. She thinks it's in storage."

Eddie grinned. " Cool. I'm gonna bring her to it when she goes back."

Matthew gave him a half smile. " That's good. She'll be happy."

" I hope so."

Eddie started for your room when Matthew stopped him.

" Eddie man, don't fuck this up this time."

Eddie nodded. " I won't. I swear. I won't."

Eddie crept into your room and smiled seeing you sound asleep. He got undressed and climbed into bed with you. Though you didn't wake up you snuggled with him. He kissed your forehead and whispered.

" I'm here Angel. And I love you."

When you woke up, the happiness you felt was overwhelming. Eddie came home. You pushed his hair behind his shoulder and kissed his cheek.

" You're here, Eds."

While Eddie slept you and Bethany started cooking. It was a little after 1 pm when Eddie and your brother finally got up.

Eddie gave you a big beautiful smile.

" Morning Angel."

With your hand in a turkey you smiled back. " Afternoon Eds. How was the flight?"

Eddie came around the counter, hugging you from behind.

" Just terrible Angel. Screaming babies and loud ladies talking about how scared they were to fly."

"Hmmm and you endured all that to be here?"

" To be here with you."

You smiled . " Well aren't you sweet?"

Eddie kissed the top of your head. " I missed you Angel."

" I missed you too, Eds. Now let me finish this turkey. I want to talk to you about something later."

Eddie gave you one last squeeze. " Oh no. Please tell me it's nothing bad?"

You shook your head. " No. Nothing bad."

" Okay. I'm gonna go say hi to my uncle. I'll be back soon."

You nodded and watched him leave.

" What are you gonna talk about?" Matthew asked.

You grinned at him. " I think I'm ready now. I want to tell him I want to be together."

" Are you sure?" Bethany asked.

You looked at her. " Yes. But it's gonna be different this time around. I'll make sure of it."

Bethany and Matthew both have you approving smiles.

Later that night everyone was sitting around the kitchen table saying things they were grateful for.

When it was your turn you looked at your little family.

" I'm thankful for all of you. You guys have been so good to me and have always been so supportive. That I don't know who I would be without each and every one of you."

You smiled at your lap seeing Eddie's hand on your thigh.

" Alright." Eddie said with a huge grin. " I'm thankful for -"

He was suddenly cut off by a knock on the door.

Bethany looked at the door. " Are we expecting anyone else Mattie?"

Your brother shook his head.

" I'll get it." You said getting up.

When you opened the door you were immediately scared.

" Matthew!"

Your brother quickly got up and went to you.

" Mom? Dad? What the hell are you doing here?"

Next thing you knew Eddie pulled you back and stood in front of you.

" Hi babies. Umm we came to say happy Thanksgiving. We uhh we brought you a pie." Your mom said.

Matthew was pissed. " You're not welcome here."

Your dad took a step up. "Look son, we're really sorry for everything we put you and your sister through. We just wanted to see you guys."

" Well we don't want to see you. Don't ever come back here!"

Your brother stepped back and slammed the door on them. Eddie turned around and cupped your face.

" Are you okay Angel?"

You swallowed thickly. " I…I want to talk to them."

Matthew turned around. " What for?! They have nothing good to say."

You looked at Matthew. " I know. But they're still our parents."

Matthew shook his head and Eddie made you look at him.

" I'm going with you."

You licked your lips. " Okay."

When you went outside your parents were just about to get in the car. Eddie was only a step behind you when you started talking.

" Happy Thanksgiving."

Your dad looked up and looked sad.

" Happy Thanksgiving baby girl."

You went to them and gave both an awkward hug.

" Look, I know that we all have stuff to say to one another. But we're good. Me and Matthew are doing great…I hope that you understand that we don't want you a part of our lives…I do love you because you gave birth to me. But I need you to never come looking for us again."

You took a step back and grabbed Eddie's hand when you saw the fury in your mother's eyes.

Your dad sighed. " Let's go honey."

You stood there with Eddie watching your parents drive away. A tear escaped and Eddie quickly caught it.

"Don't cry Angel. They're gone."

You nodded. " I just...We're safe now."

Eddie hugged you. " You were always safe. Ever since you left."

" That's because of you and Wayne."

Eddie held you tighter. " I promised that I would. And I will always keep that promise."

You kissed his chest. " I know you will."

…

You were getting ready for dinner with Eddie. After Thanksgiving you didn't get the chance to tell him you wanted to be together. But now it was 2 weeks later and you were back at school. Eddie was in town and asked you out. The plan was to ask him to be your boyfriend over dinner. And if things went well. You would spend the night with him.

Eddie stopped at the market before he went to get you. Making sure to get you the prettiest flowers they had. That's when he ran into Billy.

"Uhh hey man." Eddie said awkwardly.

" Hey."

" Umm how are you?"

" I'm okay. Dating a girl."

That was fast. Eddie thought.

" Oh cool."

" Yeah. I work with her. Guess she had liked me for a long time."

Eddie smiled. " Oh that's ummm cool."

"Yeah."

There was a weird silence that fell. Eddie gave him a nod.

" I uhh better get going."

" Hold on. I want to ask you something."

" O-okay?"

Billy sighed. " Who is the most important person in y/n's life and how did they meet?"

Eddie raised a brow and tilted his head. It was a weird question but he thought what was the harm.

"Umm well you're probably thinking it's me right?"

Billy nodded

" Shit I wish it was. But yeah. No. It's actually my uncle."

Billy looked confused.

" It was just before we started dating. She had a lot of issues with her parents. One night all those came to a head. I uhhh wasn't able to get there in time. I was a mess that night. But my uncle, being the good guy he is, stood up for her and Matthew. Gave them a safe place to stay. My uncle liked her a lot before he met her. And more after. He sees her as a daughter. And she sees him like a dad. We both do…every since that night, she's been close to him. I think more than me. But I can't be mad. He's very important to me too. He always supported us. Supported her."

Billy looked away. " I didn't know that."

" You couldn't. It's something she doesn't like talking about."

" But she did with you."

" That's because was her best friend. And we spent almost every waking moment together before I left."

" Yeah?"

Eddie gave him a thin lip smile. " Yeah....So umm."

" You should probably go."

Eddie gave him a handshake and started for the door.

" Hey umm one more thing. How does she like her coffee?"

Eddie chuckled. He knew Billy was trying to convince himself that he was the one for you.

He turned his head and looked at him.

" It depends."

Billy shook his head. That's all he needed to know. " Right. Well umm take care of her. She's a good girl."

Eddie nodded and left with a smile.

She is a good girl. The best actually. And she's going to be mine again.

When you went outside Eddie was leaning on his van, holding flowers.

" Hi Angel."

" H-hey. When did you have time to get your van?"

You closed the distance and took the flowers.

" I uhhh had it stored in a garage here. For when I come for you. I have wheels."

He gave you a hug and opened the passenger door.

" M'lady."

You gave him a sweet smile and hopped in. " Thank you Ser Munson."

Eddie chuckled and helped buckle you in. " You looked really beautiful tonight Angel."

You giggled. " No you."

Eddie laughed again and closed the door. Jogging to his side.

" So I uhhh found this place that I liked. It's a small bistro called Sips Cafè."

" Oh I know that place. They have the best blueberry scones."

Eddie grinned. " I like those too."

You both smiled and talked about what happened the past two weeks. Eddie signed a new contract for 3 more albums. As well as accepting a spot on a world tour. You had hit a snag in your project and been working effortlessly trying to figure out a solution.

When you guys pulled up to the cafè Eddie got out and opened the door for you. Offering his hand.

" Eds I think they're closed." You said taking his hand.

" Oh no. I rented the place out. So it could just be us. I don't want our dinner to be interrupted by fans."

You give him a sweet smile. " That's nice of you."

Eddie led you inside. Pulling out a chair for you. You guys sat and ate. Talking about Eddie's upcoming tour. Ever since Bad Decisions, the band started getting noticed a hell of a lot more. And word had it that one day soon they might be performing at Madison square garden. Which you could not be more proud of your friends.

After dinner Eddie started leading you up a staircase.

" Eds I don't think we can come up here."

" Don't worry Angel. It's all gonna be okay."

When you guys got to a door, Eddie turned to you.

" Do you have that key Bethany gave you?"

You were confused. " Umm yeah?"

" Can I have it?"

You looked in your purse and pulled out the key.

" Bethany said it was to a storage unit."

Eddie just smiled at you as he unlocked the door. He then gave you back the key and pushed open the door for you.

You gave him a worried look but all he did was smile and nodded for you to go in. When you went, it was dark until Eddie flipped a switch.

A little gasp left you when you saw the place. It was a huge studio apartment. Filled with all of Eddie's things. Then you saw some of your stuff around.

You walked in more studying the place. " Eds, is this your place?"

Eddie rubbed the back of his neck. " Yeah…I erm I got it when you were in Italy."

As you continued to look around you smiled to yourself, seeing the big framed picture that was a copy of the one Wayne gave you.

You pointed at the picture." You have one too?"

" Actually. That's yours. I umm took it from the trailer."

You met his eyes and they were just slits from the big beautiful smile he had.

You walked through the apartment and saw your desk with art supplies. Eddie came behind you.

" Umm for when you want to come over and draw."

You smiled got bigger when you felt his hand in yours. You moved around towards the living room. That's when your eyes found a trophy case. As you got closer you saw all of your awards. Not just the second place ones. But the first place ones too.

" H-How?"

Eddie rubbed the back of his neck again. " That was all Wayne. He got them from your parents. He thought you might want them."

Tears filled your eyes seeing the only one that mattered. Your award for your sketch for the Hawkins Post. And right next to it was Eddie's first B+ paper. You're heart filled seeing that one.

Eddie then led you behind a partition.

" This is the bedroom area." He said letting go of your hand.

Your eyes followed him to the large dresser.

" Half of the drawers are empty. For umm when or if you want to bring some stuff."

Was this really happening? Did Eddie buy an apartment for us?

All you could do was smile. This was a lot to comprehend.

" Oh and the best part." Eddie motioned you to follow him out to the terrace.

He flipped a switch and there were twinkle lights all around the railing and hanging on top. When you took a closer look you noticed something.

" Eds. Are those my lights I've been working on?"

Eddie smirked. " Yeah. Umm Elio helped me get some. I know you're still working on them to last longer. But I wanted you to see that I think they're perfect."

You looked at a bench that was covered up. When Eddie saw that he went over and lifted the tarp. It was a small work table.

" I thought you might need a place to work. Then maybe after you graduate, you can help convert our stage lights to yours. Maybe even help with set designs."

You wiped your tears away.

" Eds you didn't have to do this."

He came to you and cupped your face. " I wanted to. I want to have a place that feels like home to you. "

" What about you? You can't live here and live in LA. That's too much money."

" Angel, I don't live in LA anymore. My home is wherever you are."

He tucked your hair behind your ear and kissed your cheek.

" I…I don't know what to say…everything is so.." you bit your lip and looked deep into his eyes. " Beautiful."

Eddie hugged you and kissed your forehead. " Not as beautiful as you."

You guys held each other for a minute before Eddie said he forgot dessert.

" I'll be right back."

You nodded and watched him leave.

When Eddie got back he had a plate full of cupcakes.

"Angel?"

He set the plate on the counter and looked around for you. When he found you, you were in bed, holding the blanket to your chest.

" Angel? Are you-"

" I am."

He chuckled. " You don't want dessert first?"

" No…I want you."

He got undressed and climbed in with you. He was just about to kiss you when you stopped him.

" Eds, I want us to be together…I want to be your girlfriend again."

He gave you a sweet smile. " Are you ready now?"

" Since Italy."

Before he kissed you he caressed your cheek. " I love you y/n. And I promise that I always will. I will spend the rest of my life making sure you never forget it."

You held out your pinky. Eddie smiled and hooked it with his.

" I love you too, Eds. Always. "

…

Two years later you were walking with Eddie in a zoo. It was a cold winter so you guys were bundled up pretty good.

" Do you remember when we did that Rocky scene for Mrs Adler?"

You smiled. " Which one?"

" The second one."

" I do. It was one of the very first memories I have of wanting to kiss you."

Eddie grinned. " It was one of mine too. I wanted to kiss you so bad."

You laughed. " Should have."

" I was but then Mrs Adler stopped it."

" Yeah. She's such a butt." You giggled.

Eddie chuckled. " You have no idea."

You guys stopped at the tiger enclosure.

" I really like those movies."

" Rocky?" You asked.

" Yeah. They're so good. Had a lot of emotional scenes."

" Yeah they do."

" You uhhh you want to do one? Like old times."

You looked at him with raised brows. " Right now?"

Eddie nodded. " Yeah. Maybe we can do the one where they're in the zoo?"

" Well it is kinda perfect seeing that we're in a zoo."

Eddie turned his body towards you and grinned.

You cleared your throat and started.

(You as Adrien)

"What are we doin' here at the zoo?"

(Eddie as Rocky)

"Oh, ya know, I kinda like the zoo a lot, you know It's a special place, especially when it snows, ya know, it kinda smells clean and everything like that you know? Don't you like the zoo? Huh?"

(You)

"I like the zoo."

(Eddie)

"Yeah, me too….You know, I was wonderin', like...What do you think you're doin' for, like, the next, uh... 40 or 50 years?"

(You)

"What do you mean?"

(Eddie)

"Uhhhhhh…. I was wonderin' if, uh... you wouldn't mind marrying me very much?"

(You)

"What'd ya say?"

Eddie got closer and lifted your beanie a little.

(Eddie)

"If you wouldn't mind marryin' me too much."

Why does it feel like you're really asking me?

(You)

"Yes. I'd like to marry you."

(Eddie smiled)

"Yeah?"

(You)

"Yes."

Eddie stepped closer to you and grabbed your hand.

" Marry me Angel?"

Your eyes softened as you smiled.

" Yes, Eds. I'll marry you."

Eddie chuckled. " Yeah?"

You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Yes."

Eddie kissed you to seal the deal. " I love you so much Angel. And I can't wait to start a family."

" Ahhh… not too soon I hope. Gotta finish school first."

" Well duh! And we have to finish moving into the house."

" Is that why we got a big one?"

Eddie kissed you again. " Our babies need the room."

" Babies? As in multiple?"

" Yeah baby. We're gonna fill a tour bus."

You giggled. " Is that right?"

" Absolutely! I can see it now." He put up his hand and gestured. " Corroded Coffin and The Munson's."

" I like the sound of that."

Eddie pulled you along to finish the visit.

" Finally gonna make it official."

" Make what official?" You asked

" Making you mine forever and ever."

You smiled up at him. " I was already yours forever."

" I know. But now the whole world will know. That an Angel officially took me off the market."

You laughed playfully pushing him.

Eddie smirked and finished the scene. This time with a Philly accent.

"I'll be a good guy, I promise. I ain't gonna do nothin' wrong. I ain't gonna leave no hair in the sink or nothin' like that, you know? Things are gonna be great, you know that? Hey, hey we're gettin' married, you know! You wanna come? If you can get out for the weekend, I'll send you an invitation Mr. Tiger. That's fantastic, ain't it?"

You shook your head. " You're too much Eds."

" Not too much I hope."

You grinned. " Never."

…

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[kopawz]

it is wip wednesday, my dudes. i wish i could add a keep reading on mobile... oh well! here:

CNMN had placed a small, featureless, saturated brown journal into Chai’s hands.

808 brought a paw up to slightly pull the journal downwards so she could examine it herself. Smelled like CNMN.

Staring at it for a few moments, Chai opened the pages, flipping through–

"Hey, these are all blank."

"For now, Mister Chai–" CNMN had a big, open-mouthed smile drawn on his face, "But soon, you should be able to write your experiences with your dreams inside this journal!"

…He wants me to write a dream journal?!

CNMN guffawed, "Oh– There is no need to look so embarrassed, Mister Chai–! I believe you can customize the journal with any drawings and stickers you see fit.

"I *do* like customizing the hell out of things, but–" He snapped the journal shut, "What if somebody reads all the embarrassing stuff I write in it?"

"This is just to help yourself, Mister Chai. It doesn't *have* to be shared with anyone,"

CNMN gave him a double-thumbs up, "Unless you would like additional help or advice on what to do with your dream business in future counseling!"

Humming, Chai flicked open the pages.

"...That doesn't sound so bad, actually."

He palmed at the pockets on his jacket, trying to feel for a pen–

Macaron laughed, "You want to start writing in there already? Alright, here," He reached into his floral sweat-pockets, producing a novelty pen. Handing it to Chai, he laughed when he swiped it from his hands–

The little guy was filling up a page so fast, the pen would have had been smoking.

Looking over what he had written with a little nod, Chai grinned, and handed it over to CNMN to read, "Here y'go. The last two nights were pretty vivid, so I wrote about those."

Examining Chai’s handwriting so he could decode it after a moment of processing, CNMN hummed at what he read. Accompanying his writing was several doodles, alongside the retelling of the dreams.

The dream he was mumbling in his rest last night was included, along with some additional context from Mister Kale’s end. CNMN almost wishes he could offer this strange, angry man counseling, too. Oh well! Like that's ever going to happen.

On the next page was an earlier dream of Chai getting upset with Kale, as he was bothering him while driving to…

The words on the page stopped there. "Hm."

"Mister Chai? I don't believe you finished this one. Do you not remember?"

Chai scratched his cheek, "I mean, kind of. It's just hard to tell if it was a ride to school or a ride to the coast…"

He shrugged, "I wasn't really paying attention, because Kale broke the window–" He frowned, furrowing his brow with annoyance, "The jeep'd been through enough as is with *my* crap-ass driving, so I don't see why he had to go and break stuff like that."

"But, I guess?" Chai leaned back into the sofa, "It's not like he’s hurting the real jeep. He’s just doing that, uhh–"

He paused, thinking it might be a good idea to use what he had just learned for once.

Chai nodded, "The projecting thing, again. Right?"

"Right! And you know, Chai–" Macaron looked over from his screen, and reached to hold Chai’s shoulder and back with a big, warm, supportive arm,

"If you ever wake up from a bad nightmare, it's okay to call someone, too. Hell, if you want, so you can really be secure with the dream strats,"

Mac gestured between himself, Chai, 808, and CNMN, "We could even have a sleepover tonight!" He offered with a grin.

"Ooh!" Clapping his hands together, CNMN's eyes sparked at the proposal, "And if you awake in a panic– We could support you after your first night implementation these new strategies. How fun!"

Chai’s eyes went wide. A sleepover, huh. Never had one of those, before.

Does hanging out at Peppermint’s house for nearly a year count as sleeping over? Well it mustn't, considering Macaron would thinks this would be one… Eh, best not worry about it, this sounds like a good idea.

After thinking it over with a scrunched face, Chai smacked his forehead, and smiled earnestly, "Oh, what the heck, why not."

Chai pat Macaron’s arm draped over his shoulders, "...I call dibs on the couch, though. I'm kind of all over the place when I sleep." He scratched his cheek bashfully.

Macaron practically squealed with glee, and had promptly placed his computer onto Chai’s lap,

"Here! Hold this for a minute, I wanna grab something," Mac lifted his arm off the little guy, and got up from the couch–

The whole thing creaked from his absence. Chai tilted his head, confused about what Mac would need from the… bathroom?… Oh well.

He glanced at the laptop, seeing as it was given to him temporarily. Pretty old model, too. Very retro… Cool. Reminding himself for later, Chai should get a computer for his own place, eventually– Wait–

808 was staring at something on the screen with awe and intrigued curiosity. This is what she was so insistent on trying to sit on Macaron’s laptop earlier for.

Chai squinted at the screen, adjusting his glasses so the glint of the laptop's light bugged his eyes a bit less, "Huh."

There's a display of… a schematic of his power unit's model? Chai whispered, confused at what exactly he was looking at, "…Something about an upgrade?"

"Oh, that?"

Macaron had returned, holding several, tiny, glass containers of various containers of nail polish,

"I was gonna wait until your birthday to show you, but–" He had sat back onto the couch with an audible 'OOMPH', and began placing all the polish onto the table–

"I guess now wouldn't be a bad time for you to hear about this idea I had–" He picked up the laptop back from Chai, pulling up a file to view with a slight excitement, "To let you switch between more than two special attacks at a time!"

Chai’s brows flew up, giddy at the idea of more firepower. He could barely contain his enthusiasm– "SERIOUSLY?" He and 808 leaned over Mac's arm to get a closer look.

"I suppose Chai’s triggerhappy tendencies are something that not even counseling can quell," CNMN gave a scolding, funny look to Mac, "Is it, Sir Macaron?"

"Nope!" He looked proud of himself.

#hi fi rush #hi-fi rush #why am i giving chai the ability to use additional special attacks in this chapter? Don’t worry 'bout it.

[gemma-collins-ily]

Hi! If requests are still open, can I please ask for a Jesper x reader where the reader gets jealous over him flirting with someone (like during a mission or with someone at the Crow’s Club or just whatever you prefer) and Jesper eventually realizes it and finds it adorable and jokingly makes fun of the reader?

If not this, literally any Jesper fluff!! Thank you 🙏

Lovesick Fool

a/n - oh my god my format's gone absolutely FERAL I don't know what's happening I've reloaded the page and everything wth

Warnings: banging head against a table kind of purposefully and a brief mention of drinking

You huffed.

Why was this taking so long?

All he needed to do was distract the guy, not flirt endlessly. Kaz hadn't even managed to snag the key off the hook behind yet.

Your jaw clenched as you twisted your hands, thumbs rolling over knuckles and nails meeting as you tried to balance them on the top edges of each other carefully.

Crouched behind a cluster of barrels, you sighed (softly, as not to draw attention to yourself) and pushed your fingers into a pyramidal steeple before dipping your matching fingers down together as one.

Risking another glance towards Jesper, you continued to flex your hands in the pattern of steeple, dip, steeple, dip and borderline glared at the sharpshooter standing before the oak desk opposite you.

You resisted the urge to thin your lips as Jesper laughed just a tad too much at something the target had said, halted your movements and swept your gaze downwards before startling.

Because your hands had formed the shape of a heart, all whilst you had been looking at Jesper and his newfound 'friend' that seemed to have the potential, and intention, of becoming more.

Managing to stop yourself before you rolled backwards on your heels, you planted your feet more firmly onto the floor, as you were probably meant to be doing all along.

The problem was that, after that, you couldn't see Jesper: you supposed it could be for the better, because his widespread grin, that you would usually find so charming, was now just a little too wide, just slightly overenthusiastic.

But it was also such an alluring idea to risk exposing yourself by toppling if you could maybe, perhaps, monitor the couple's conversation.

Couple's - Saints, it was a wondrous word that could mean many things, but then, you weren't sure you wished it to whilst Jesper seemed to take his time. Such an obscure word, but one that appeared to be clear when the scene played out before your eyes.

The word began to feel overly bittersweet, as if it was taunting you - all because you weren't Jesper's and Jesper was, in no means, yours. And yet, within minutes of meeting this man, Jesper had grinned and cracked far too many jokes, that were apparently so humourous that he had to slap his thighs and giggle before he even got to the punchline.

Shaking your head, you peered through the small gap where the barrels almost met, meeting Kaz's unimpressed scowl with one of your own. Kaz knew Jesper needed to get back on track, or they would be there longer than they had the capability to be without discovery.

So, he signalled that you should dart around the back and enter. You had mouthed a bold protest of 'why me?', because of course you didn't want to see Jesper flirting up close with someone that was not you.

Again, you felt irrational. Jesper wasn't yours to angst over. Subsequently, before Kaz had time to do anything more than roll his eyes, unnecessarily so, you had raised to be hunched over, but standing instead of squatting on your feet, before doing just as was suggested.

Inhaling deeply once outside, away from the smokey aroma of the fireplace that was maybe what had made your eyes water (maybe it was disappointment at the view, who could say), you fixed your best smile before flipping your cloak inside out so you looked to be more like a lost traveller - a tourist wasn't believable, for who would want to visit Ketterdam when it was invaded by frost, after all. Hiding the lavish faux fur, that was really quite cheap, on the inside of your cloak always seemed to reap the intended rewards.

Pulling open the door, hand shaking out once you had pushed down the chilling metal handle, you stepped back into the building.

"Hello, beg your pardon, but do you have any inkling of where the finest bar around may be?"

You had strode right up to be beside Jesper, ignoring his questioning stare and smiling until your cheeks hurt.

Okay, maybe you weren't the best at this role. Surely a traveller would be far more exhausted and worn down, not peppy and amicable. Surely, they wouldn't care about quality of mead or accommodations. Most of all, they would surely be at least wary of new people, knowing they would soon move on to far greener pastures.

Despite all that, you decided to use the so-called 'Jesper approach', the method of dialling up the charm to ten times what it needed to be. Just to spite him, though, again, you weren't sure if you had the right to feel spiteful.

"Certainly. It would be here. This is the place!"

How didn't he look like a tired receptionist-slash-bartender? Even knowing he was paid for this very reason, you were still unsure of why he was so nice. He wasn't meant to be nice. He was supposed to be truly horrendous so you could loathe him to your heart's content.

Whatever.

"Hmm, would it now? Because I saw a place just down the road that looked... like a good time? Was I mistaken?"

"I would suggest so, although I do admit I am rather biased in this situation. How about I pour you a small drink to test and you can decide for yourself?"

Oh.

You hadn't especially wanted to gain anything for free (except your intended target, the safe's contents that were located upstairs), even less now that he was so frustratingly kind. Never the less, the man swivelling to pull out a glass gave Kaz an opportunity to grab the key and go.

As did you, grasping onto Jesper's sleeve firmly, silently flipping a coin or two onto the desk-slash-bar and exiting swiftly.

"Saints, Jes. Took you a while, huh? Let's go, we'll meet up in two street's time."

He walked beside you, saying nothing as you lengthened your steps to be brisker, only speeding up himself to catch up.

Finally getting to the meeting place, you were not shocked to see Kaz and Inej already there.

"Jesper."

He hummed, before you nudged him and he huffed, turning to Kaz.

"Kaz."

You and Inej had rather a different approach of meeting, letting out relieved breaths at the other getting out unscathed.

"Kaz told me," she pulled you incrementally closer, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, "that you seemed rather out of sorts."

"It wasn't anything big. Besides, when life gives you lemons..."

"Make lemonade?" Inej simpered hopefully.

"No, when life gives you lemons, you passive aggressively wish to squeeze them in people's eyes."

Inej shook her head, chuckling, "Just in eyes that have looked at Jesper a certain way, or generally?"

You spared yourself a long blink of frustration before breathing out, "You think you are so funny."

"Kaz would agree."

"Yes, but would he agree because he agreed, or because he's a lovesick fool?"

"Okay, Pining-After-Jesper-Fahey, you're one to talk."

"Inej, even if I do pine, as you so delicately put it, it means I have something called first-hand experience of being a complete and utter lovesick fool!"

Smiling together, the two of you hadn't noticed the rise of your voices gradually, nor that the two standing near you had just heard almost the entirety of the conversation.

And when you did, you both whispered a swift prayer to the Saints before swivelling, striding forwards and nudging each other as you exchanged horrified remarks conspiratorially.

Heading away from the two behind you, you winced when you heard Jesper's voice ringing out, "Are we going to unpack that? There should be a vote on this! Majority rules and since I'm the most fabulous, I'm the majority! I vote yes! Hey!"

Giving a long, drawn-out sigh, you pursed your lips as you sat opposite Inej in a booth, folding your cloak and then deciding against it, instead spreading it out over the entire rest of the seat, Inej immediately doing the same.

"I just did that. Inej, I just did that! Involuntary, but it happened... Saints, tell me that didn't happen."

She only glanced down fleetingly, a groan coming from you before you decisively dropped your head to the table, only hissing from the sting on your forehead as a result. Then, you swung yourself upward and rested the back of your head gently against the seat, sparing Inej what you thought was a half-hearted smile.

She frowned back and you gestured to her in questioning of why.

"Oh, yours was a grin. Thought it was a pout. Sorry."

You deflated once more, eyeing her before the teasing in her voice ebbed through and a true smile came from you.

"There it is, that smile that Jesper adores so much- and it looks like he's coming over to adore it now!"

"No, no, Inej, save me! Why are you leaving, this is crucial! Come on!"

Jesper slid into the place of where Inej was, she herself wiggling her fingers at you in a wave across the room. With no more distraction from her, you flicked your gaze to the table, wrinkling your nose slightly at the sticky circles of dried drink on the Crow Club's property.

"So... Pining after me?"

You groaned as your forehead dug further into the cushioned back surface of the seat, screwing your eyes shut in embarrassed as you struggled not to physically squirm more that you already were.

"Think you must have heard wrong, Jes." your wavering voice wasn't exactly very convincing to your ears, and you winced as you hoped it was to him.

"Well that wasn't convincing."

Okay, he didn't think it was either.

"Pining's an interesting word. Makes it seem like you must daydream about me, staring off into the distance, pretty as always." an overdramatic gasp came from Jesper, "Is that why you were distracted on the job the other night? Too busy thinking about lil' old me?

Burrowing into your hands in a fluster, he grinned before reaching out to gently take your hands in his own. Quickly rounding the table, he shoved your coat up on the seat before placing himself next to you.

Jesper playfully bumped his shoulder with yours, craning his neck to try to get a glance at you properly.

"No need to be embarrassed, to be honest. I am the most sensational person anyone has ever met, so of course you, as much as anyone else, would want to bask in my presence always. And..."

And then he learnt ever closer to you, lips brushing your ear as he next whispered a sentence like a coveted prayer, one he meant for you alone to hear.

"Because I find you quite wonderful too, honey."

And with a sweet kiss on your cheek, curls tickling you as he rose his head from its ducked position, he squeezed your hands three times before darting off, winking and laughing at your bewilderment.

With that secretive decree sounding so sweet falling from his lips, you wondered if the very nickname he had used for you before he departed would be more suited to him.

#this is so disjointed because I wrote it over multiple days #obviously I wasn't that coherent because WHY did I turn the desk into a bar halfway and just forget about my original idea ajandbbd #one part is all poetic and the other is I wrote this at 4am kind of writing #thing is I didn't 😭✋ #wrote it at like 8 pm why is it like this aah- #and the format is absolutely FERAL like what is this behaviour honestly #jesper fahey x reader #jesper fahey x you #jesper fahey fics #jesper fahey fluff #jesper fahey #shadow and bone x reader #shadow and bone x you #shadow and bone fic #shadow and bone fanfiction #shadow and bone #grishaverse x reader #grishaverse x you #grishaverse fic #grishaverse

[catras-witchy-girlfriend]

::Showing Catra My Paintings of Her::

Can't help but imagine showing Catra my drawings of her: her catching me with my face in my sketchbook, pen fluttering around in my hands, and my eyes quickly flicking to her to take in each detail.

There's a short minute where I get lost in the drawing, drawing in the shadows of her face and figure, as well as a small shadow trailing behind.

That was until I looked up for another glance at my kitten only to find her missing from her seat on the couch. I look at the empty spot for a moment, stupidly being like, "she was right there-?"

Only for her to swing her legs over from the back of the loveseat and plop down next to me, "Whatcha doing, princess?"

I can't help but laugh saying, "you're so dramatic, you couldn't have walked over like a normal person?"

"Since when have I ever done something like a normal person?"

I snicker, "Fair enough, Kitten."

I look back at my sketchbook, instinctively hiding it from view, until I see Catra point to something across the room and go, "Hey is that a bug?"

"What!? Where!?" With a surge of panic I look toward the otherside of the living room, and don't catch on until I feel her sliding my sketchbook out of my lap and hear her laugh besides me.

"Wait-wait-wait!" The words sputter out. "It's not done yet!"

"Hush!" She says flippantly and playfully shoved me. She laughs at my playful glare until she looks back at the book and her eyes go wide. "Is...is that me?"

My face turns a deep red, "Uhh, yeah...yeah it is...I know it's...it's not great, I still have-"

"I love it, princess."

My breath gets caught in my throat as I gasp, "Really? I was afraid you wouldn't."

"Are you kidding?!" She laughs. Catra then brings her hand to her hair, "You drew it short."

"Yeah, um..." Getting nervous, I scoot up to here and gently begin to take my book from her, and say, "I have a couple of when you had your long hair."

"You what?" She questions as I flip through the book to find the other drawings.

I pass the book back to her, "See, I drew this that day I was having a really bad flare up and you were training the others..."

She laughs, "I look so mean."

I laugh along with her, "Hmm, I prefer intimidating, but yes, you did look um...scary."

"Wow," she droned sarcastically, "thanks princess."

I giggle with my hand slightly covering my mouth, "Sorry." I then flip the page to a picture of her on hordaks throne.

"Woah! When did you do this?"

"Right after you called me in-" I blushed and bit my lip-"I thought...you looked...hot- ANYWAYS!"

Catra burst out laughing and teased, "I'm sorry you what? You what? I didn't quite catch that, princess."

"Shut up, don't-" I struggled to talk between joyful laughs- "don't make fun of me."

"Awww," She coos in fake sympathy, "is my princess embarrassed?"

"Stooooooooooop!" I whined and hid my face against her shoulder while she continued to laugh.

Catra then flipped back to the picture I was drawing her originally, she then inquired, "I remember the other two, but I can't think of when this was."

I smiled fondly, "That's um...that's because it's not based off on anything that's happened."

"Oh?" She looked at me with a raised brow, "Where did the idea for this one come from?"

I started to get nervous again, and began to play with the ends of her short hair, "It's kinda a long story, but um...do you see this shadow right here?"

She hummed.

"See how it has long hair, meanwhile you still have short hair in the drawing?"

Her eyes scrunched together in confusion, "How come?"

"Well..." I bit my lip again nervously. "You'll also see, even though your shadow has long hair, she doesn't have your head piece, the idea was that your shadow is...a younger you."

I noticed how her face softened at the revelation and I continued, "I wanted to show, how much youve grown since...um...Shadow Weaver. She hurt you...so much and I know it took a little while for you too move on from all the suffering she put you through."

Watching as her ears slumped, and her face fell made my heart ache for her, so I moved into her again and caressed the side of her face.

"But look at you now, kitten." I beamed at her, "I am so proud of you, and am so happy that you've allowed me to love you...that's um..."

I trailed off before meeting her eyes again, those beautiful blue and yellow eyes that remained so bright even in the dark. "...that's why your shadow is your younger self. It was to show that, even though the past is still with you and you'll always carry it, it doesn't control you anymore or hold you down. It just follows you from behind, a silent reminder of where you've been, and of how far you've come."

As I finish my explanation, I notice her just staring at me, an unreadable expression on her face.

Worried, I go to ask her if she's alright only for her to place my sketchbook on the table and receive a soft, slow kiss.

I softly place one hand on her cheek just in time to feel a single tear meet my skin. Without moving very far, I open my eyes and begin to say, "I'm sorry, did I make a mistake?"

Catra laughs, "No princess, I just," she kisses me again, "I'm not sure how else to thank you."

To which I smile; "There's no need to thank me." I whisper as I return her kiss, "You stayed with me, eventhough I'm a bit weird and annoying sometimes-" We both laughed. "-and I'm so lucky to be able to call you my girlfriend."

"I love you, princess."

"I love you more, kitten..."

The drawing this is inspired by: The Shadows That Consume Us.

#catras witchy girlfriend #romantic f/o #self shipping #f/o #nd selfship #catra #spop catra #spop selfship #catra f/o #catra x you #catra x me #catra x reader #catra imagine #spop #shera and the princesses of power #comfort imagine #romantic comfort character #comfort character #si x fo #si x catra

[georgiapeach30513]

Ok but I came up with this idea last night and thought you might like to hear it. Lucy, aged 16 or 17, is in some kind of creative rut and can’t come up with anything. It makes her so frustrated and cut off and nothing Kitten or Ransom do can help. So she decides to leave the estate and ends up at Blade’s penthouse. He has a girl over but completely ignores her because his little sister needs him. Blade just seems to have this ability to get Lucy’s walls to break down a little.

Blade is such a good big brother! He has such a tender spot with his little sisters, and I know we usually seem him tender with Story, but that's because Blade and Lucy are more alike in some ways. Part of Lucy's love language is torture and tease. Blade is easy to torture because his mama thinks he's so innocent. But Blade knows how to hit you in the FEELS

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Go Get the Pizza

Summary: Sometimes Lucy just needs her brother

Pairings: Blade X Lucy

Rating: 🥰

Warnings:  none, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 500

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Lucy Drysdale Masterlist

“What is this?” Blade’s newest dessert stares at his littlest sister, who just sits on the couch, leaned back. “Blade, what is this? Are you cheating on me?”

“Woah, back up. This is baby sister. You are…”

“A good lay. Blade doesn’t do relationships.”

While Blade stares horrified at Lucy, the older girl rolls her eyes and annoyed walks out the door. “That wasn’t cool.”

“She was catching feelings,” Lucy shrugs, and continues to click through the channels.

“Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be,” he stops his train of thought before plopping on the couch, and orders some pizza. “What’s up?”

Lucy shrugs, still not looking at her brother. “Mom and dad know where you are?” shaking her head no, he goes ahead and sends his parents a text. “What’s up?”

“You guys all have your own lives. The princess lives with Carter. Aster and Iris I don’t remember much. And you. Here with all these girls that just care about your junk and money.”

“And still I only give them one of those. So being alone at the estate is what’s bothering you?” she pulls out her sketch book and slams it on his lap.

Blade flips through some of the pages, and comments on a few, but looks at his sister confused, “I don’t get it.”

“It’s boring. I have no spark left. They’re just generic.”

“Find a new subject. Revisit the old stuff and change it. Just draw. Try painting, or using colored pencils, markers, why does everything have to be sketchy?”

“Can I have a beer?” Blade shakes his head no. “Can I have one of Otto’s root beers then?”

Blade gets up to get himself a beer and Lucy one of Otto’s. “I just feel so…empty of the spark.”

“It happens. We run out of ideas, we just fiddle around until we get it right.”

Lucy rounds her face to look at Blade, “Lucky for you, you just deal with numbers and your dumb elves.”

“Lucky for you, you have pretty pictures in your head. I have constant noise and buzzing and numbers. D&D helps me focus on something fun. Those desserts you love to torture gets me out of my head, and I can enjoy something.”

“Pussy. You enjoy pussy.”

“You got a filthy mouth. Your twelve,” Blade laughs when Lucy punches him. “I’m sorry you look twelve. I’d love to see you get pulled over one day.”

“Shut up and get the pizza.”

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#desperate lives #desperate lives au #desperate verse #da au #da au request #lucy drysdale #blade drysdale #blade drysdale x lucy drysdale #blade x lucy

[woosh-floosh]

never posted this

#ffvii #ff7 #final fantasy #final fantasy 7 #sephiroth #art #fanart #I hate sketching on computer because I had to go thorugh 5 seperate psds to find this #sketching in book for me only!! #fun to flip through the pages and see all my little drawings and ideas