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#i don't draw him much because a friend was looking through my sketchbook and said that he looked like a “Dilf-y Mario”

all444miles · 10 months

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can you do miles with and earthy black girl! Like I can see him wanting her nose rings, and accessories but don’t get me started on how he SIMPS for her waist beads. He loves seeing her at school with her hair wrap and locs and her lavender and coco sent, she’s a calm person to!

thank you so much for your AMAZING work God bless❤️❤️❤️❤️

— DOWN TO EARTH

— pairing: both miles' x black!earthy!fem!reader — genre: fluff — summary: what its like for both miles' to date an earthy girl ‹3 — a/n: quick note, the reader calls 1610 miles "bambi" as a nickname becuase he reminds her of a baby deer ‹3 (credits to my pookie for that !!) — a/n 2: I didn't know which miles you meant, so i just did both 😭 also pretend that brooklyn visions academy doesnt have a uniform.. i was tired writing this so im rlly rlly RLLLY sorry if this is bad but, i hope you like this, and enjoy !! ‹3

E-42 MILES

Miles loves being in your room. the smell of burning coconut incense, the look of your fairy lights, the small plants, it felt so chill, so peaceful. he liked that.

he always knows which incense you've used, and will pick up if you've changed them. He'll buy you some if you need any more.

"You got rid of the coconut incense? Mami, that one was my favorite." "Baby, I only have one pack left." "Oh? Aight, i'll buy you some tomorrow."

he'll never tell you, but if he misses you, he'll listen to your favorite songs that you'd always hum to yourself when you two are alone.

does he like Erykah Badu? Yes, yes he does. he'll listen to Green Eyes on his missions with his uncle whenever he gets the chance.

his uncle caught him once; one of the most embarrassing moments of his life.

"Kid, you listenin' Erykah Badu? Ian know you into allat." "Yo chill, it's only cuz my girl like her." "Mhm. You sure you my nephew or am I trippin?" "Tio, let's just roll."

he's loves to cuddle with you, especially cause you always smell like lavender. he won't let you go either.

"Miles, I gotta get some food." "Nuh, in a minute." "Hun, you done said that 2 minutes ago." "Exactly, in a minute. I like being here."

absolutely in love with your waist beads. he loves the jewllery you were (you both have matching necklaces), but your waist beads? goes absolutely crazy whenever you wearing a crop top and you have them on.

one time you two were at a beach and you wore them with your bikini, he might as well have fell in love with you all over again. bro has his hands on your waist the whoooleee time.

"Princesa, never take off your waist beads." "Why? You like 'em?" "¿Gustarme? Chica, Dios mío, estoy enamorada de ellos." (Like them? Girl, my god, i'm in love with them.) "Miles!" "What? I'm just appreciating my queen n her style, ion see no problem."

E-1610 MILES

Miles is obsessed, like, obsessed, with your style.

if you two live close, he'll style your locs and do your head wrap for you before school.

if not, he'll come to school excited to see your ootd. that is, as if you don't send them to him everyday before school.

"You look gorgeous in your outfit, amor." "Thank you Miles. You do know i already showed you it before school, right?" "So? It's always better to see my wife's outfits in person." "Bambi, you so corny."

he draws you, all the time. look through his sketchbook and you'll find drawings of his friends from the spider society, his uncle, and thousands of you.

Instead of doing what his twin does, when he misses you, he'll draw you. He misses you a lot.

"Baby, can I see your sketchbook?" "..Uhm, yeah! Sure." "You draw me? Awwe, that's so cute."

he loves how calm you are, he actually thinks of you as an angel the way you're so peaceful.

he thinks your nose rings are so gorgeous. if you let him pick which nose ring, he'll be so honored.

adores the fact you smell like lavender. he'll always lay his head into the crook of your neck because he loves your scent sm.

like his counterpart, he's so fascinated to your waist beads. like, he just thinks you look so beautiful with em. One time, you put his hands on your waist, he honestly didn't know what to do with himself.

"Mami, did you know I love your waist beads?" "Yes, bambi, i know." "Nah, but I loooovvveeeee them!" "Baby, i know!" "Like, I looooooooooooovvvvvvvveeeeee them!" "Love, please."

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spoops-screams · 10 months

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| You and I

Character(s): Malleus Draconia

TW: Bullying (?), loneliness

Genre: Comfort/ fluff

Notes: Gender neutral MC || Getting back into all of my fandoms slowly but surely 👍

"They're always off on their own."

"Yeah, they don't talk to anyone. They just sit down in the gardens and draw all the time."

"Do you think they have any friends?"

"D'know. I know the housewardens are kinda close with them after the overblots and they've got those two from Heartslabyul around them sometimes but they don't talk to any of them."

"It might just be because people need help with the overblots. It's not like there seems to be much that they can offer since they don't have magic. They just seem to be convenient to have around."

"Yeah, maybe—"

"Child of man."

"Hm?" You looked up to the sound of the familiar voice, meeting Malleus' green eyes and noting his furrowed brows and the slight pull of a frown at his lips, prompting you to immediately put your pencil and sketchbook down as worry swept into your mind.

It’s quiet for a moment; not your usual comfortable silence when Malleus has noticed how tired you’ve gotten on one of your walks or when you both simply don’t know what to say but know that you don’t have to fill the silence, but it’s heavy and it worries you the longer than it stretches on.

"Malleus? Have I done something wrong." You only just managed to stop your voice from exposing the depth of your concern, multiple ideas running through your head as you considered the possibility that he might be upset with you. Your anxiety spiked with your heartbeat and you wished for it to slow down. It was almost ridiculous how quickly you were to jump to conclusions. You were overreacting, surely.

You weren't scared of him; far from it. He was perhaps the person that you felt closest to and safest with in this world but you were scared of the idea of him being upset with you.

It was irrational, sure, but a little voice in your head still nagged you with currently unfounded concerns and fears of what would happen if you upset one of the only friends you had here. The people who talked about you being your back only really consolidated the idea that you didn't really... Have anyone here. Not that you really minded.

You were used to being lonely, yes, but you didn't want to be whenever you were with Malleus. You didn’t have to be. You couldn't stand the thought of upsetting him and prompting him to leave you alone.

The draconic fae paused for a moment and his frustration melded into concern as he watched your face twist into slight panic. He had spent so long with you that he could tell what your worries were before you'd said them. "I am not frustrated with you. Are you aware of the manner in which people speak about you?"

His emphasis had you almost breathing a sigh of relief before his actual words had registered in your mind. It took you a moment to realise what he was talking about as you sat there somewhat dumbly as you stared up at him, tilting your head to the side in confusion.

"What do you-" And then it hit you. "Oh! I mean, yeah, more or less. Why?"

It wasn't like you didn't know about the things people said about you. You just didn't care about for it to be at the forefront of your mind. Otherwise, you would never get anything done and you preferred to be able to draw in peace without having to constantly worry of other people's opinions of you though perhaps it was partially because of Vil's overblot that you were really able to ingrain that into your belief system.

"And you don't see an issue with this?"

"Well, not really? It's not like I've given anyone any reason to think otherwise and it's not exactly an unfound belief." You shrugged, the matter really not meaning much to you. You were used to it. You had expected that kind of reaction considering your support for the housewardens and vice wardens was paired with your isolation from people.

"I do kind of just stay out of the way until I'm needed and it doesn't bother me all that much. I'm only really close to you, Ace, Deuce, Silver and Lilia, if you don't count Grim. There aren't really many people here that I could really consider friends, even Sebek would be a very emphasised maybe, so I don't really have an issue with people just saying what they see."

"Honestly, I'm only barely there at the friend mark with Ace and Deuce because of how little I'm around them nowadays so it doesn't bother me much. It's not like I know these people so I have no reason to care what they say."

He looks down at you with an unreadable expression before he sighs with his eyes closed, muttering something too quickly under his breath for you to catch. He doesn't seem to know how to respond to this. He's used to loneliness, it follows him everywhere he goes because of who he is and what he represents, but you?

You're everything he feels that he isn't. So why would be resign yourself to being alone?

He hesitates to sit down next to you and you notice the way that he shifts. Reaching an arm up slightly, you gesture for him to sit down. “Come on, it can’t be that comfortable to be looking down at me the whole time. I know it isn’t comfortable craning my neck to look up at you.”

He stares at your hand for a second. It’s strange, and the first edge is still for a moment. You make a move to retract your arm, an apology ready on your lips, but he reaches out and grasps it in his.

He stares at your hand again. “Are you not-?” He doesn’t finish his question but you understand him well enough.

Are you not lonely? He can’t say the whole thing out loud. It would make him consider who he’s actually asking too deeply if he was to do so.

You smile easily up at him. “Not really. I mean, I’ve got you, haven’t I?”

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mr-spotatohead · 1 year

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-Momentary Stain.-

Welcome Home x Artist!Reader

Words: 3,091

|Contains: Fluff.|

Synopsis: Your hobby is painting and resting. You have recently moved to a friendly neighborhood. You have managed to find a hiding place where you use your time to paint. Although… Maybe this hiding place is not so secret, since it has attracted another artist like you.

The green grass tickled your feet, you breathed calmly, your thoughts beyond on this spring afternoon. Your sketchbook being used for your creative mind once again. Despite the beautiful view you had, you were sitting on the ground, drawing with your trusty pencil. The shade of the tree was refreshing beside you. You slid your old pencil across your notebook, making doodles and shapes that to others would be described as abstract. But you were not ready to finish, as you imagined and then created.

This was your daily routine. Since you moved to a friendly neighborhood to have more time for yourself and take it easy. Your clothes were basic, in shades of beige, brown, white. And your old slippers, which were by your side now. Your legs were bent to support your notebook on them, your back, oddly enough, was not hurting at the moment. Since you were bent over.

This little piece of tranquility was your space of peace. You always visit this place when you need to clear your mind, a moment of serenity, or just rest and spend time doing something you like, like now. Some of your neighbors were… Very intense, very fond of doing energetic things. You unfortunately can't keep up with their pace, but fortunately, they are so kind that they decide to change the pace for you when you are there. None of them know much about you, since you are a person who takes things slowly. So you still don't know some of your neighbors in the neighborhood. But you were excited to meet them. You wouldn't say you were a shy person. You speak your mind when the moment is right. But you don't feel the need to talk sometimes. Just a nod of the head is enough of a message. It's hard for you to get angry about something, even if you're in a pressure situation, you still keep calm and think hard. And sometimes you think too much. Maybe you daydream sometimes, but that's why you paint, why you draw. You put everything you have in mind into painting form. A creative mind needs a specific space in art. Be it painting, writing, singing, playing. You take another deep breath as you remember reality, and then you breathe out contentedly, looking at your doodles around the yellowed paper. Feeling the breeze blowing through your still body. And then. You felt something. You felt something intense, maybe even entrancing. It was as if someone was watching you. And then you raised your head. Already knowing this feeling. You looked at the landscape in front of you and then a smile formed on your face, words came out of your mouth. "Ah, you found my hiding place." You heard light footsteps on the grass and then heard someone's voice answer you after seconds. A monotone voice. "That's good, because I was looking for you."

You raised your eyebrows and looked to the side, noticing the presence of Wally himself in person. You had heard about him in the neighborhood, it wasn't hard not to hear about the famous Wally Darling. Neighborhood friend, caring and talented. Helpful and polite. You had seen him before in the neighborhood, but since it was only a short time since you showed up, you couldn't even introduce yourself to him. Wally was holding two blank canvases under his arms, a paint palette in one hand with some saturated tones of paint, and some brushes. Well, he seemed to have a goal in mind. You looked at the puppet that had been staring at you for a while. "You-You were?" You asked quite curious. Wally hummed and continued. "Of course. Well, anyone would also be curious to find a new person who also has the same likings as you." He said with his eyes half-lidded, a calm smile on his face. The puppet pulled out a small easel and began to organize his things, then stopped what he was doing and looked at you, signaling to the floor next to you. You looked at him and smiled, suggesting that he could sit there. He soon continued his preparations. "It's a nice place, you have good taste in finding a place like this." You hummed looking forward, feeling the eyes of your new companion watching you. You chuckled lightly and sighed deeply, setting your notebook aside. "Well, anywhere is good, as long as it's outdoors." You stretched your legs and listened to the puppet next to you laugh monotonously. He wasn't ordinary in the slightest. "I prefer to be outdoors, too. You have a lot more options for painting." You nodded your head lightly and soon saw out of the corner of your eye Wally reach out to you something. You turned your head and saw a blank canvas being offered to you. You looked into the eyes of the puppet who explained. "I supposed we could paint together. It would be an ideal way to get to know each other, wouldn't it?" You looked deep into Wally's eyes, and sensed no lie in his words. He genuinely wanted to paint with you. Not just for the conversation, but for the companionship. You took the canvas. You smiled lightly at the man.

"But forgive me, I don't have another easel." The puppet left the items between the two of you, a brush for each, the paints for both of you, but only he had the stand for the canvas. You huffed lightly and smiled a crooked smile. "Don't worry." You quickly brought your legs together to your torso and placed the blank canvas resting on your legs. "I prefer it this way." You watched as Wally finally took his eyes off you and analyzed your posture, which was not the best. While his was quite straight. "If it's comfortable for you, then by all means, continue." You smiled with your eyes closed, liking that he simply accepted that. You turned sideways and observed the items your companion brought, the paints seemed to be just like yours that you usually use, though the pigments were stronger and more colorful. You picked up a brush and looked at it. It was clean, the white bristles unused. While Wally's brush was more worn by time. "So, what do you think we shall paint?" Wally began and you looked at him curiously, he took his eyes off you and pointed to the clearing just below you, aiming at a colorful spring tree. "How about that tree, if you prefer." He finished his sentence by looking at you. Yet you just frowned slightly, clearly something you didn't agree with. "Oh… Uh, I thought we were going to paint whatever our hearts told us." You said this without thinking, and when you saw Wally's expression form to a slightly confused one, you tried to form another better sentence explaining what you really like to paint. "Uh, sorry, it's just that I don't like to imitate reality, you know? I prefer to travel deep into my mind," You began to explain your point of view of your own art. "To understand what I feel, or like to feel. Close my eyes and just let the brush flow." You moved the brush as you said this. When you can organize your thoughts, it's as if you just understand yourself or make others understand you. And when you looked to the side, you saw the puppet's eyes on you. As if you had said something that made him look at you like that. Intense. An intense one of wonder. An intense of admiration. You looked at him for a few seconds and noticed the silence. Quickly breaking eye contact you widened your eyes and smiled awkwardly. "Or we could paint the tree too, no problem." "Gee, wow…" You listened beside you, you looked at Wally again and noticed him with a big smile on his face. "I've never seen that kind of perspective before. You have a quite marvelous point of view." You looked at him, not letting your smile grow hidden. Well, the comments of the others that he was a charmer were no lie. He really was good with words.

"Well, it's all done then." Wally clasped his own hands and cheerfully remarked. "Let's draw the non-existent." You couldn't hold back and laughed under your breath as you heard your companion's phrase. Wally kept a silly smile on his face. You shook your head about this particular situation. You looked at Wally and just continued. "Let's paint something we desire. It's easy, since there are several ways to do that." You opined and the man next to you nodded liking the idea. And then the session began. The two of you quietly began to make different drawings. Some sharp doodles and some softer ones. The two of you were in a comfortable silence until Wally broke it with a hum. You hummed back and watched the puppet next to you stop painting. "Is there a problem?" You asked looking at Wally, who turned his head sideways, and then to the other, and said with a hand under his chin. "It doesn't feel right." He said watching every detail of his drawing, making you look at him. "You don't have anything in mind, do you?" "A lot, actually, I don't know what to choose." Wally answered honestly, he observed his surroundings before looking at you, who gave your opinion. "Try to focus on what catches your interest for being different. By giving you a different feeling. Even if it's just a little." Wally watched you for a long period of time as you smiled trying to help him. The puppet soon had an idea and quickly grabbed the easel and pulled it a little to the side, making it out of your sight. You looked at him in wonder and turned your head slightly to the side. Seeing what the man was doing. "I have an idea. But no peeking." Wally said with his posture a little more confident. You smiled crookedly, happy to see the puppet thinking of what to do.

"Okay, I won't look." You confirmed by continuing with your smile. After this interaction, the two of you entered a comforting silence. With only the natural sounds around you, the leaves on the trees moved with the calm breeze. The birds sang and communicated. And then you stopped painting to listen to your surroundings, closing your eyes and listening to your breathing. You looked for another familiar sound but couldn't find it. When you opened your eyes, you found Wally watching you. You watched him for a few seconds and then broke eye contact, laughing lightly. "Sometimes I like to close my eyes and listen to things. Sorry if that was weird." You heard no response but saw out of the corner of your eye Wally duck his head to look into your eyes. Which worked, since you lifted your head to see him. "Ah. It's not weird at all. Allow me to tell you something I like to do too." Wally kept looking at you until you turned your head slightly to the side, curious. Wally half-lidded his eyes, as he watched you. "I do enjoy eye contact. It's not something common, some people even find it strange. So I understand if you don't like it." The puppet said calmly, not doubting his words one bit. You watched him, your eyebrows rising. Oh now that makes sense. "It's cute." You said without thinking and quickly widened your eyes and laughed embarrassed, but you didn't correct yourself, you just laughed at yourself for saying it out loud. The man next to you laughed along, but at his own monotonous pace. "Well," You began, coughing lightly to continue, you placed your hand on your chest, breathing calmly. "If we're sharing weirdness." You signaled with your hands in quotation marks when you mentioned weirdness. "Then I'll explain why I like to just listen to my surroundings." You closed your eyes and then listened to your deep breathing, continuing. "I like to listen to breathing. It's weird that phrase itself, but…" You tried once more to listen to the breathing of anyone else besides yourself there, but it was difficult. "It's nice to think about, though. You breathing brings life to you. It makes your heart beat." You opened your eyes and watched the puppet in front of you continue to stare at you. "I must admit, it is a beautiful thought." Wally's eyes were still half-lidded as he watched you, you chuckled under your breath and continued. "Maybe. And I don't say that to just anyone." You raised your hand and explained. "I only said it because you also share something in common with me." You joked in an orderly tone and the puppet next to you smiled broadly. Entering into the joke "I am flattered." Wally placed a hand in front of his chest. You laughed lightly and then lifted your brush and continued to paint, your mood lifted. "Let that be a little secret between you... and me." Wally added low after he started painting again. You listened, you just didn't comment. Letting your brush do its work again.

A cool breeze passed by you, you could notice that your painting partner was using a lot of neutral colors, which you found interesting, since you were using the most saturated colors. Despite having only one paint pallet, you were able to use it together. Letting the silence and concentration flow in the air. Comfortably, you sighed and looked at your work after a few hours had passed, almost finished. You and Wally talked at times, joking, getting to know each other, and even giving different opinions in some cases. Until he asked you what made you move into the neighborhood. "Well," you began, putting your paintbrush aside, satisfied with your painting. "Where I lived there were a lot of… materialistic opinions. I like living experiences, and being present to an organic place, like this," You signaled behind you, where the neighborhood was. "It makes me feel more comfortable and accepted." The puppet next to you hummed, understanding you. You looked at Wally after he had finished his painting and saw that he had put his brush down, also looking like he was finished. "You are very experienced in what you talk about. I am happy to know that you are a neighbor now." Wally watched you with that same look in his eyes. You smiled contentedly. "Well, I take it we've finished the paintings." You soon cut the silence, watching as Wally's expression changed from one of contentment to one of realization. He looked down at his own painting and nodded. You got down on your knees and sat on your legs, painting in hand. "What do you think?" You showed your still fresh painting to the puppet who took his eyes off you and observed your painting. After a few moments of silence, Wally raised his hands and looked at you, and you understood, giving him the painting to look at more closely. You had talent, that was for sure. The puppet observed every aspect of your painting. He could see what elements you wanted to show in this painting. He could see that some of the flaws there were on purpose. You had a very specific and beautiful trace to look at. Wally quickly took his eyes off the painting when he heard you laugh lightly. "Hah, you know what? You can keep it. As a gift from me to you, neighbor." Wally understood your comment, for he said nothing, just stared at the painting with a facination that made you smile silly. Wally noticed your action and not wanting to be left out, he signaled to the brush in your hands. "Oh well, keep that, then. As a thank you gift, from one neighbor to another." Wally watched your smile become more genuinely grateful. You were very pretty like that.

"Do you want to show your work or are you going to be mysterious?" You joked and watched your companion place his newest gift on the floor next to him. Wally removed his painting from the easel and turned to you. Seeing that the puppet was offering you the painting to look at. You took it, and when you looked closely you noticed something... Interesting.

You don't know if interesting was the right word. Since Wally's painting was a mixture of some very intense concepts. You could notice that the painting on top was in more neutral colors like beige, browns and whites. It was something softer, serene, beautiful.

You found the overpainting very peaceful. But you could notice what the original painting looked like underneath these soothing tones. Spirals. In strong shades of black with reds. It was… very… Specific. However, he changed later and made this art soothing and fragile.

You looked at the puppet who was very expectant, you smiled with droopy eyes, and honestly you encouraged him that it was beautiful and very original. His signature for this style was very distinctive. You liked it.

Returning the painting to its owner, you noticed the sky on the horizon, and how late it was getting. "Oh, time has passed quickly, I wasn't expecting that." You commented holding your new brush firmly. Wally looked at the horizon and you got up from the ground. Picking up your slippers in hand. You looked at Wally who stood up as well. Remarkable height was made between the two of you.

"Well, it was nice to get to know you better, Wally Darling." You extended your hand to the puppet next to you. The nominee nodded in agreement and shook your hand. "I say the same to you, (Name)."

You smiled pleased and asked the man if he would go along, offering to help carry the equipment. Wally denied this and said that he would be staying a while longer. You then bid him goodbye once more and began to walk down the small slope where you were standing. Walking barefoot in the cool grass.

The puppet looked at you from afar, watching your figure disappear after a few minutes. Wally turned back and watched the beautiful view for a few seconds. He began to whistle, organizing his things so that he would be ready to leave later. Not forgetting to take your sketchbook and your pencil.

You were a bit forgetful. This was rather amusing for him.

-OW OKAY OKAY, WHY DID I FOUND THIS ADORABLE? bruhh, i think i'm getting way too soft for this-

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hina-hina · 1 year

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Hi! How are you doing? Well i hope! This is my first time sending a request (ever) and i don't know how exactly this works. I apologize if I did/do something wrong!

But i was wondering if you could write something about a reader who draws everyone in the group because they are so inspiring and cool! And they know that, even teasing Ghost because they never saw the reader draw him even as a little stick man haha.

But what do you think would happened if the reader left their skechtbook open on the pages dedicated only to Ghost (and he ends up seeing), even with small poems or love declarations in the corners of the page? The descripition of the drawings can be whatever you want, spicy ones, fluffly, badass memories the reader has about him, anything!

(Reader doesn't participate directly in the battlefield but act "behind the cameras" because they are a little clumsy and desperate when it comes to pressure.)

(Simon riley x gn or fem!reader )

And if you can't write this at all is tottaly fine! I don't even know if you are gonna read this lol. Also, i love your writing and the way you write everything with the right measure of fluffly stuff makes everything even better. Without further ado, have a good night / afternoon / day.

☆anon! <3

Hello friend!! First off, thank you for all the sweet stuff you said about my writing!! It really warms my heart knowing people like what I write. Second of all, this request is so cute!! I also quite like to draw and I love the headcanon of any character drawing him or what he looks like!! Thank you for requesting, I hope you enjoy!! (≧∇≦)ﾉ

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|| Ghost With an S/O Who Secretly Draws Him ||

Tags: Military!Reader, Artist!Reading, Fluff, Blushy Ghost, Pre-Relationship, Getting Together, Soft Ghost, Awkward Ghost (lol)

Warnings: None

Gender-Neutral!Reader // Romantic

So, like what is stated in the request, you worked as a intelligence analysis for the 141

You spent a lot of time with the 141, working with informants to properly distribute intelligence to its members

You worked off field, often staying on base due to your clumsy nature

You liked to spend time with the 141 while they were on base, usually by hanging out in a pub or in the rec room

When Soap noticed you drawing one day, he encouraged you to draw him which then led to you drawing other members of the 141

Your sketchbook was filled with pictures of Captain Price, Gaz, Soap, and even a few of Laswell

Most of these drawings show them in action, a way for you to express just how inspiring they are

You drew everyone, everyone except Ghost

This often caused him to get teased as you guys hung out, Soap making numerous comments about the mask causing him to be "undrawable"

Ghost doesn't seem to mind all that much, but you really can't tell with the mask how he feels

Whenever the subject gets brought up, however, you start to blush and try to change the subject which made Ghost slightly curious

Therefore, one day when he goes to your on-base quarters in order to inform you of an upcoming briefing

When Ghost knocks on the door, the door opens due to it having been cracked

Ghost pauses for a moment, before stepping into the room and calling out your name

When he notices that the room is empty, he starts to leave before noticing your sketchbook laying open on the edge of your bunk

He knew it was wrong to invade your privacy, about to leave and reprimand himself for even considering looking through your property

However, when he caught a glimpse of a skull drawing, he couldn't help but inch closer

He told himself that he would just take a quick look and leave before you even knew he had went to your room

This fails however when he gets a really good look at the page

On the page, beside the photo of his skull mask, is a photo of him

Or, what he could guess is what you think he looks like without his mask

He is surprised at how accurate it is, a few scars missing here and there but overall he could tell it was meant to be him

He forgets himself for a moment, picking the boot up to get a closer look

He notices that you had wrote notes in the margins, notes on things that were apparently wrong with the drawing

He glances back at the ajar door before quickly turning the page

On the next page, he is even more taken aback

This page includes photos of him in action or just relaxing in the rec room, some with his mask on some without

He notices more writing in the margins, noticing that it is written in a much fancier way that the notes from the previous page

He reads it, feeling his face become hot from under his balaclava as he realizes they are love notes

From poems to letters, they range in tone and length, obviously being well-thought out

He is very taken aback by the words, not thinking that anyone could ever say these kind of things about someone like him

Suddenly, he hears footsteps coming up from down the hallway, causing him to snap the book shut and spin around, not having nearly enough time to leave as you appeared in the doorway

You had clearly been coming back from the showers as you pause not expecting him to be standing in your room

When you ask him what he is doing there, he feels himself at a loss for words

"Uh-"

Before he could even collect his thoughts you realize your sketchbook is now missing from where you had left it, searching Ghost's masked face before realizing

"You looked through my sketchbook..."

It wasn't a question, rather a statement of fact

Ghost sighs, feeling the edges of guilt pulling at his consciousness, holding the closed book out to you,

"Price sent me to find you and your door was left open, so-"

You snatch the book from his hand, "So you thought it was fine to go through my stuff?"

Ghost feels a twinge of annoyance at your tone, before reminding himself that he was in the wrong

"It was wrong. I'm sorry."

You fiddle with the edge of your book, not daring to make eye contact with him

"...Did you read it."

He briefly considers lying, if only to give himself more time to process his feelings

He doesn't do this however, replying with a quiet, "...Yes."

You nod, turning away to set your book and shower caddy down before heading toward the door,

"I'll go talk to Price about getting transferred. I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable-"

"Wait-"

His hand shoots out and grabs your arm, causing a shiver to run down your back as you turn to face him

It's hard to tell anything about what he is thinking with the mask so you just wait for him to continue

Eventually his grip loosens, but he doesn't let go,

"It didn't."

"...What?"

"It didn't... Make me uncomfortable."

This surprised you, but when he didn't continue you turn fully to him, about to probe him to continue when he awkwardly moved his hands down to your waist to pull you further from the door

"I... like you... too."

The words are forced out, him clearly not being used to this but not willing to let you just walk out of his life

You smile shyly back at him, placing your hands slowly on the sides of his neck in case he wants to pull away

He doesn't

"Really?"

He nods, showing you a rare vulnerability that proves that he wasn't used to this at all

You can't help the urge to kiss him, placing your hands around the edge of his balaclava

"May I?"

He doesn't respond, instead taking one hand off of your waist to pull off his mask completely, placing the hand on the side of your face before moving closer to you, silently asking for a kiss

You quickly oblige

The kiss is soft, just a quick press of lips filled with a gentleness that he deserved

You pull back, pressing your hands into his cheeks and marveling at the way he presses into your hands

"Guess I wasn't too far off, huh?"

He smiles slightly, grabbing your hand and moving it down to the large scar that stretched across his cheek,

"Forgot this one."

You move your hands across it lightly, just your fingertips making contact

"I'll get it in the next one."

You smile, moving back in for another kiss and wrapping your hands around his neck to pull him closer

He knew the two of you would be late to the briefing

He couldn't find it in himself to care

Thanks for reading!! ⇣Taglist⇣ @scarlettprooff @unabashednightmarepizza @kk00789 @cl0udii-m00n @polar2oidsworld @meepsters-world @uwu-i-purple-you

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angelspathway · 6 months

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From the start: Miles Morales x black fem! reader

Summary: crush on best friend

Warnings: confessing feelings, feeling heartbroken, injuries, jealously, sadness

Note: I am in my feelings.

Later note: I don't think I am ever gonna finish this. I cannot find the motivation. I'm sorry but, please enjoy.

‘Don't you notice how

I get quiet when there's no one else around?

Me and you and awkward silence

Don't you dare look at me that way

I don't need reminders of how you don't feel the same’

Quietness filled my room. Miles Morales, Harlem's spider man and my best friend, sat in my windowsill, drawing i n his sketchbook. Another picture of that girl he met last year. The atmosphere felt tense, even though neither of us has said a word since he swung into my room, seeking solace from a panic attack. His pencil made scratching noises, heavy and almost sounded like he was ripping the paper. I was still blinking sleep from my eyes because of my disturbed nap. "Miles?"

He looked up at me with saddened dark brown eyes, wiping some freely flowing tears off his cheeks with the sleeve of his puffer jacket. He was breaking my poor lovesick heart with how much this panic attack took affect on him. "You think she forgot about me?" the softness in his sad voice torn me to shreds. I stood up, ignoring the pang in my heart, walking over to him. I sit on the windowsill, scooting closer to him and wrapping my arm around him as he went into another episode of snifflingand crying. I said nothing more as I rub his back. " Let it out, Miles.”

My heart continued to break for him... but it broke for myself. I felt selfish because here was my friend crying about the same girl that he thinks forgot him and I am angry that he still thinks about her while I am here with him all the time.

‘Oh, the burning pain

Listening to you harp on 'bout some new soulmate

"She's so perfect, " blah, blah, blah

Oh, how I wish you'll wake up one day

Run to me, confess your love, at least just let me say’

"Come on, Miles! Not at the arcade too..." I groan in frustration as his mind drifts from eating his nachos to just staring off in the distance, a smile visible on his face. Why couldn't he look at me like that? "Earth to Miles?", I wave my hand in front of his face. I was annoyed about how often he thought about her, especially nowadays.

He snapped out of it, looking at me with that bright look. He gave me the sweetest embarrassed smile, stuffing a nacho in his mouth. "Sorry... Its supposed to be our hangout day-"

"Don’t worry about it. Tell me more about the girl that stole my best friend’s heart." I pretended to be interested about this 'Perfect girl', not wanting him to find out about my seething jealously. My heart was screaming at him to confess to me. To be with me instead of her.

I felt selfish... I should be happy that my bestie has a crush, not anger that I wasn't the girl that he wanted.

But...

‘That when I talk to you oh, Cupid walks right through

And shoots an arrow through my heart

And I sound like a loon, but don't you feel it too?

Confess I loved you from the start’

Nevermind, he owes me nothing for being a friend to him. I may have been there for him every day of my life, but he doesn't owe me anything for loving him so damn much. I should've confessed sooner. Maybe then, I wouldn't have to worry so much about something or someone snatching him away from our friendship.

"Hey. Now you are spacing out?" he laughs, placing his hand on top of mines. My stomach filled with nauseating butterflies as I snapped back to reality. I give him an upside down smile, pulling my hand away from his.

"Let’s go play some video games."

‘What's a girl to do?

Lying on my bed, staring into the bluе

Unrequited, terrifying

Lovе is driving me a bit insane

Have to get this off my chest

I'm telling you today’

With a lot of encouragement from my friends and even Miles parents, I decided I needed to confess to him. My heart was beating out of my chest, scared of how he would react to my confession. I walk towards the water tower, his mom telling me where he was. I stopped in my tracks, my heart breaking in two after seeing blonde hair with pink tips. He seemed so happy talking to her, sharing a plate of food. My shoulders dropped, turning to walk away, feeling guilty for the tears in my eyes. I shouldn't be this upset..

He always talked about her... even during our hangouts. He never looked at me that way, never looked at me past being a friend... and it hurts.. it hurts a lot. Mostly because I've been there for him all this time and he cannot see how much I care for him. I leave the party, tears running down my face. I was gasping and trembling a bit. Why did I ever think he would love me? He loves her. I will never be the girl of his life.

#Spotify #across the spiderverse #miles morales #miles morales x reader

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thisismostdefinitelynotablog · 2 years

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Undeniable - Finn Wolfhard x Reader

Hello! I'm so sorry I've been so inactive lol. School & work & shit :,)

Anyway, I've gotten a lot of requests for a Finn x artist reader so here is my attempt at that! (Please keep requests coming, I promise I do read them!! You guys have great ideas!!)

Also the art for the picture on this one is mine! I don't really talk about many of my interests on here other than music, but I do genuinely love drawing so this one shot was sort of very self indulgent haha

Thank you for reading!! Gender neutral as always! <3

Masterlist

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The Velvet Underground was playing from the stereo in the kitchen. White Light/White Heat. You insisted on only playing their early records because you always said that they had gone downhill since Lou Reed left. Finn was obliged to agree. Finn Wolfhard. He was one of your closest friends, staying for a while in your cramped little apartment so he didn't have to commute to the recording studio to work on his next album. You lived within walking distance to the studio, so offering him your couch was a no-brainer.

Your apartment wasn't the only thing you shared. You had so much in common. Music tastes, your favorite weird hole-in-the-wall restaurants and vintage stores, an affinity for obscure literature.

And art. Though you expressed your love for art in different ways. He was a performer, an actor and a musician. You were a visual artist. You drew, and you painted. He was in the spotlight, you were in the background. And that was the way you liked it.

Or, perhaps, that was what you told yourself. As much as you loved being his friend, a shoulder to cry on, a couch to sleep on, you wished that he would notice you the way that you noticed him. You wished he would love you the way you did him. Maybe you didn't want to be in the spotlight, but you wanted to be in his.

Lou Reed's voice faded out and the next track began to play. It was a beautiful clear night, or it would have been if you had noticed anything around you. But you had tunnel vision when you were drawing. You sat at your tiny dining table, knees to your chest, sketchbook against the tops of your thighs. The only thing you did notice was Finn, your reference of choice for tonight's drawing (and a few others in the past, though he could never know that). You looked up at him every now and again as he fried some eggs on your stovetop just across from where you were. "Breakfast for dinner?" you said. "Mealtimes are social constructs." he said.

The conversation had faded into silence again, after that, and so did the room. The last song stopped playing, and the only sounds that filled the kitchen now were the soft scratching of a ballpoint pen and the sizzle of scrambled eggs.

"I think it's my turn to pick the record now."

"I believe so." You smiled, not looking up from your sketchbook.

Your drawing was done, you decided, so you closed your sketchbook and looked up as Finn turned off the stove and stepped over to the little stack of records you kept as a centerpiece on your table. You really had meant to organize them and put them on your bookshelf, but never got around to it. He flicked through the records.

"What were you drawing?"

"A portrait. I think it came out okay."

"Can I—"

"No." You laughed as he shook his head in feigned disappointment. There was a pause, a comfortable silence, as you looked at each other. One of those fleeting moments when the air seemed to sparkle with possibility. And then it passed. You set your sketchbook down on the edge of the table and picked at your cuticles.

"Oh, I love this album!" He picked up a record. You didn't see the cover, but you couldn't mistake the song that began to play for any other. "I Wanna Be Adored" by The Stone Roses. How very fitting.

That familiar baseline moved through the kitchen as the guitar riff sang through your ears. He was looking at you again, reaching out a hand and smiling. Now it was your turn to shake your head, but you put out both your hands anyway. Scrambled eggs long forgotten, Finn pulled you up and said "Dance with me!"

And how could you possibly refuse?

Neither of you could actually dance, but you didn't care. It was a bit of a tradition at this point, poorly dancing to some record in the kitchen. You moved your linked hands up and down to the beat of the song, spinning and laughing every time Finn sang along, dragging out the syllables of every word like he was singing in some elaborate Elizabethan cursive.

He used your clasped hands to pull you into his chest, moving your hands to his shoulders and his down to your waist. You swayed back and forth to "She Bangs the Drums" as though it were a slow dance. It was not a slow dance.

You made a point of telling him this, leaning into his ear. You could hear your smile in the way you whispered, and it was only when he whispered back a joyous "I could not care less" that you really realized your proximity in that moment. He smelt like your shampoo, and a hint of his cologne. It was subtle, though. A soft underlying cedar, and something that was just Finn. You felt his hands on your waist, gentle but firm as he spun you around. You felt his chin on the top of your head and his sweater on your cheek as you laid your head on his chest.

And there was another moment. A moment where the air was sparkly and the music faded into the background and all of your senses were consumed by Finn. A moment where it was undeniable how far gone you really were for him.

And then you bumped into something and you were back in your kitchen. You felt his hands shift on your waist as he pulled you back into reality. His grip was firmer, now, as he pulled you away from the edge of the table. You heard something clatter to the ground and you couldn't help but laugh at the concern in his voice when he asked if you were okay. You had barely bumped into your dining table, and here he was, desperately making sure you were entirely unharmed.

His hands remained on your waist, but he took a step back so he could see you. His eyes scanned all over your face, starting at your hairline, moving down the bridge of your nose, the curve of your cupid's bow, until they landed back on your eyes. Your eyes searched his face for a moment and then you gingerly removed your hands from his shoulders and looked down at the sleeves of your sweater, giggling and saying something along the lines of "I'm good. I think your place is better for our dancing, though."

"Maybe..." He seemed to trail off, a stark contrast from the eye contact he had been making before. His eyes focused on a spot on the floor, and you studied his facial expression for a second before following his gaze to see what he was looking at. But it was too late. His hands left your waist in favor of picking your sketchbook off of the floor.

Your sketchbook. That you had just knocked off the table. Your sketchbook, which had ever so conveniently fallen in a way that exposed the portrait of Finn you had been working on.

Shit.

You were scrambling to get your sketchbook from his hands, but he held them out of your reach, holding his portrait above his head, leaning back and staring at it with an expression on his face you couldn't quite pinpoint.

The Stone Roses were long forgotten, the music fading into the background as white noise filled you ears.

"I'm so sorry! You probably think I'm so creepy right now." You jumped up, reaching for the book.

"I just, you were there and I wanted to draw someone and you have a really nice face and can you please give that back—" You were still swatting at his hands, nervously babbling and laughing as he began to flip through the pages.

"This is beautiful." He finally spoke. His voice was soft, and he didn't need to look back at you for you to recognize the expression on his face. Admiration. Love.

Love?

"What?"

"I mean, these are actually amazing. You're really talented, Y/N."

He lowered his arms, laying the book open on the table, sitting down to properly look at his portrait. You stood, frozen. Somehow, he had just said the words you had always wished he (or anyone) would say. But that's the thing about wishes, isn't it? They aren't really meant to come true.

But this one did. After shaking your head and willing yourself back into reality, you sat in the chair next to him and folded your hands in your lap.

"Thank you." Your voice came out quieter than you wanted it to. "And I really am sorry."

"Why are you apologizing? I love being your... muse?" That garnered a small breathless laugh out of you, and he finally tore his gaze away from the page to make eye contact. He laid the side of his head on his hand. "You made me way hotter than I am, by the way."

"What? No. I think I depicted the accurate amount of hotness." You leaned over to look at the drawing, scooting your chair even closer to his.

"So you think I'm hot?"

"How very presumptuous of you."

"Uh-huh."

You reached over, closing the book and mimicking his head-on-hand posture.

And there was another moment. Your chairs were so close together that your legs were touching. You felt electricity everywhere your skin made contact. You could hear every breath he took, every exhale. You could smell him and you could watch his brown irises as they toured around your facial features, lingering on your lips for just a second too long.

And you felt heat rise to your face. And a buzzing in your fingertips. And you felt some courage rise to your chest as you filled the silence with your voice.

"I...really like you." You said.

"Yeah, I like you too." The corners of his eyes crinkled up into a soft smile.

"Like, romantically." You half-whispered, just enough for the two of you to hear. A quiet intimacy settled over the room. A quiet filled with words you had said that nobody but Finn would ever hear.

And his eyes trailed back up to meet yours. And the corners of his eyes crinkled up as a smile spread across his face. And there was that look. And that expression. Admiration. Love.

"I like you romantically too." He said. There was a confidence to his soft-spoken voice, like the word "romantically" was a parenthetical. An aside, just for you.

And his gaze flicked to your lips once more. And yours to his. And there was a silence, and then an inhale, and then Finn whispered an almost inaudible "Fuck it" as he used his free hand to cup your jaw and plant a kiss on your lips.

And he pulled away for a moment, scanning your face for any sign of rejection. And he could've looked at you forever and not found it, because there wasn't. There was only love in your eyes. That and the overwhelming desire to kiss him again. So you did.

And his lips were chapped because you had forgotten to chastise him about using the chapstick you had bought him earlier that week. It was a nice one from Burt's Bees, you said, and so he made a point of texting you a photo of himself using it every time he did. And he thought it was annoying, and funny, but for you it was all the reason to love him more. And his hand on your jaw was rough and callused from playing his guitar for hours a day, giving you "free concerts" and playing your favorite Velvet Underground songs whenever you asked. Or didn't ask. And only the ones from their early records because you always said that they had gone downhill since Lou Reed left.

Your hands fiddled with the curls on the back of his neck and you kissed him a little harder. His other hand cupped the back of your head, tilting it just so. You felt euphoric. Like you were floating. And you wished you could have seen yourself right now and painted this moment. Relived it a million times. The air was sparkly and covered in a wash of some rose gold watercolor.

When you finally had to pull back and take a breath, you laughed and rested your head on his shoulder, still messing with the hair on the back of his neck. His hands glided to the back of your head and he took a breath as though he was about to speak. And then he cut that breath short and let out a sharp whisper for only you to hear. And when you told people the story of your first kiss, you always pretended like it was something romantic. Another "I love you," perhaps. But no, this was Finn.

No, he had whispered "Oh shit, my eggs."

And you wouldn't have had it any other way.

#finn wolfhard imagine #finn wolfhard #finn wolfhard x reader #finn wolfhard x y/n #fluff #oneshot #x reader #one shot #reader insert #stranger things x reader #stranger things #stranger things cast #st cast

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sweetchildcloud · 19 days

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||PRETENDING|| ル ˖ ♡ ₍ ᐢ..ᐢ ₎ 📍 ࣪ . › written by me

Yuji x reader|D*PRESSION TRIGGER WARNING

Plot:You felt down about everything and about your art style so Yuji tries to cheer you up

Tags:You're Yuji best friend,self loathing,hating towards oneself,crying,venting,not eating nor drinking,vomiting,anorexia(reader)

please reblog 🔁 and like❤️

Art not mine⚠️👐😟,if you know the artist let me know in the comments

P.S: i have made a dark theme blog go check it out! Minors DNI!

"My drawings sucks,my art style is horrible,my favourite characters looks shitty in my art style" You sobbed wiping away your tears "I'm not good enough even at what I like"

Yuji sighed and gently brushed away the remaining tears on your face, his thumb gently circling your chin. he didn't like seeing you like this, he hated it, in fact.

Seeing you like this, and knowing your mindset towards life, made him realize that no one would be more devastated than him if you were to ever disappear from this world.

"your art style doesn't suck." he said quietly. "i quite like it, actually. and i'm sure others do too."

"But...I tried to draw you but..it's not in a realistic style or anything...it's just...simplified style" You whimpered takout your sketchbook and handing it at Yuji

he took the sketchbook from your hands, looking at the drawings you were referring to as he quietly flipped through the pages.

despite you calling it simple and being disappointed with it, he thought they seemed lovely. it was quite different from how other people drew and he really liked that about your style.

"and i love it." he replied with a small smile as he looked up at you again. as he did, his other hand slipped underneath your chin again and tilted your head upwards so that you were now looking right into his eyes.

"But I don't" you sobbed covering your face "I don't and I hate myself for it because I'm not like others"

his grip on your cheek remained firm as he held your face upwards. all of these thoughts, self-inflicted pain and negativity you had towards yourself had to end one way or another.

"you're right, you're not like other people. but that's not a bad thing" he spoke softly once more, while the hand that was holding onto your cheek now also moved to gently caress your cheek.

"and that's exactly what makes you unique" his voice remained gentle as he maintained eye contact with you.

"but i'm not like you aither,i'm not happy,positive i don't smile at life"

"well, i don't want you to be like me" he responded with a soft chuckle.

his fingers stopped the gentle caressing motion and moved down to your side.

"and trust me, i'm the furthest thing away from being fully happy"

he paused once more, before finally speaking again.

"i… i wish you could see yourself the way i see you"

his eyes scanned you up and down. as he did, he realized just how frail and thin you looked, as if you were some walking skeleton. the bags underneath your eyes, the pale colour of your skin and the fact that you rubbed your hand once more told him the things you never mentioned but he always suspected.

"how long was the last time you ate?" he questioned quietly.

"i…" you couldn't bring yourself to answer the question. you didn't even know how much time had passed since you ate last. you simply shrugged your shoulders, trying to avoid the topic.

he seemed unamused by your answer.

"tell me." he asked forcefully this time, his tone having shifted into a stern one.

you remained silent. you weren't going to tell him that you hadn't eaten in days, and you knew how much he'd hate this.

he'd probably think that he wasn't doing enough, that you weren't eating because you were upset or that he somehow wasn't doing enough to keep you happy. and, well, you didn't want that to happen.

"I'm not hungry" you finally spoken up, and even that was a lie, but it was better than admitting the truth… right?

he sighed as he heard your words.

his grip on your hands tightened once more as he stared at you, his gaze turning into one of irritation.

he didn't fall for your lie, and he was not going to take "i'm not hungry" for an answer.

"so, you're telling me you haven't eaten anything in over-" he paused, unsure of just how much time passed without you eating. "days?"

"why does it matters anyway?" You pouted looking away and turning your back at Yuji

"because you're killing yourself by not eating." his tone remained harsh, but he refused to loosen his grip on your hand.

"and i don't like that." he said simply.

he wasn't lying when he said that he didn't like that you were doing this to yourself. when he saw you starving yourself, he felt like he'd do anything to get you to eat again.

"Well I don't feel like to" you replied looking away "I don't feel hungry,I don't feel thirsty"

"well, even if you don't feel like eating, you have to." he replied once more, and it was only now that you finally noticed how tightly his hand held onto yours.

his grasp never loosened, despite your attempts to move his hand away.

"how about something to drink then?" his tone had changed slightly, as he asked this question. "just anything."

You sighed as you looked down "a tea" you whimpered feeling weak

"tea?" he raised an eyebrow at you, before gently letting go of your hand.

he was now on high alert when it came to your habits of not eating and starving.

"follow me." he said quietly.

yuji walked to a nearby cafe, gently keeping an eye on you, and once you were there, he ordered you some green tea along with anything you wanted to eat.

"take a seat" he said as he guided you to an empty table.

after getting you a table, he sat down opposite of you, eyeing your movements. he didn't like how you looked, it was clear that you had been starving yourself.

"now, you're going to drink that." he said simply, gesturing to the glass of green tea in front of you. "then, you're going to eat something."

even if you didn't feel like eating, he was going to make sure that you ate something. his gaze was firm, and he wouldn't accept no for an answer.

his gaze remained on you as he waited for you to take your first sip of the glass of green tea.

he could tell immediately after you took your first sip that the glass of green tea would be the only thing you had that day.

after you took a few more sips, he took a small plate, filled it up with some sandwiches and placed it in front of you.

"eat." he said quietly but strongly, as his gaze remained on you the entire time.

once again he noticed how you looked away when you glanced at the plate of food.

his jaw tensed slightly, and he moved the plate of food closer to you.

"try a piece." his tone was firm and there was little to no room for negotiation.

With your trembling hand you tooked the sandwich but as soon as you bited it...you felt nauseous and you runned to the bathroom of the cafe

the second he saw your trembling hand and noticed the uneasiness on your face, he instinctively knew the outcome of it all.

without letting you get a word in, his instincts kicked in and he was quick to sprint to the bathroom.

he found you hunched over the toilet sink, gagging and struggling not to empty your stomach.

"god damn it..." he muttered under his breath, his hands balled up into tight fists as he glared at your small frame.

his jaw tightened as he heard the sound of you gagging and throwing up some of the tea.

he was fuming on the inside but he kept it in, taking deep breaths to calm down.

he took a step closer to you from behind, and without thinking much, he started rubbing your back, hoping to soothe you atleast somewhat.

*just calm down* he repeated to himself in his head, hoping that it'd work, even just a little.

he held you in his embrace, staying close even when you were still gagging.

as the sound decreased, his hand continued to rub your back until you stopped throwing up the tea, a sigh escaping his body as he breathed in relief.

he was now holding you in his embrace, waiting until you'd calm down a bit, his expression showing nothing but annoyance as he looked down at you, waiting for this madness to finally stop.

he sighed softly as you finished throwing up. the entire time, he made sure not to let his grip on your back loosen, until you finally stopped and there was a hint of silence from your end.

once you had quieted down, and there wasn't any sound in the bathroom at all, yuji spoke up again.

"are you done?" he asked quietly.

as he waited for your response, he noticed how you were still trembling, whether from the aftermath of the throwing up session or the fact that you hadn't eaten anything all day, he couldn't tell.

with his other hand, he grabbed a small pack of napkins, before passing it over to you.

"wipe your mouth, and then wash your face." he said softly this time, as he finally released his grip on your back and stepped away from you.

"I'm...sorry.." you whined "I.. I tought I could overcome it all by myself" your coughed

as you apologized to him, his eyebrows furrowed slightly when he heard the sound of your cough. you sounded like you could cough up a lung at any moment, and just hearing your frail state, it made him feel terrible.

"you shouldn't have attempted to 'overcome it' by yourself, not when you know how much you struggle." he replied as he watched you wipe your mouth with the napkin.

"now, wash your face."

he paused when he realized how shaky your hands were, and as you struggled to grip the pack of napkins with ease, he was silently reminded of how frail you were.

he wasn't going to let you do everything on your own anymore.

"come here." he said as he beckoned you to come to him. once you were closer to him, he grabbed the pack from you and began wiping down your face for you.

after he wiped down your face, he noticed that you still seemed like you were struggling to stand up. with the lack of food and the exhaustion it caused you, it was no wonder you were so weak right now.

"sit..." he instructed gently with a gentle push towards the sink.

after you did so, he grabbed a paper cup, filled it with water and handed it to you.

"Drink this." he said quietly.

he noticed the way you were struggling to grip the paper cup with your frail hand, and it only further reinforced to him that you needed to be cared for more than he initially thought.

he was right. you weren't eating or drinking enough.

"drink... slowly." he added on, as he watched you drink the water.

after you had taken a few sips and seemed to take your time with the water, he finally let out a sigh of relief. at least you were drinking something.

he looked at you for a few minutes more, seemingly inspecting your small frame as you sipped on the water, before finally speaking up once more.

"are you feeling any better?" his tone was still slightly concerned, but there was a much softer edge to it, unlike earlier where he spoke with more firmness.

you weren't the type of person to admit when you were physically not feeling alright, but you could never lie to him when he did ask you. you tried to hold back your groan of pain though, it was getting increasingly difficult to do so as your stomach was protesting the emptiness.

you were exhausted, both mentally and physically, and you had barely eaten anything today. your stomach was in pain and your head felt like it could split at any moment.

"bad..." you said quietly, with a hint of an ashamed tone in your voice.

you sounded so weak right now, and it broke his heart.

he was so mad at you for refusing to eat all day and for not telling him about it, but all of this only caused him more concern. he didn't understand why you were so persistent in hiding everything from him.

"do you want to leave?" he asked softly, his gaze still locked onto yours.

you thought about it for a moment before you slowly nodded your head. you definitely weren't feeling too good at the moment, and the thought of staying in a cafe for any longer made your head hurt.

you just wanted to go back home, to lay on your bed and close your eyes for a little while.

"then, let's do that." a soft smile spread across his face as he spoke, before gently grabbing your hand and beginning to lead you out of the bathroom.

he had to guide you out of the bathroom, as you were still so weak from the entire ordeal.

you were trembling and your legs felt like they could fall out underneath you anytime.

the more you tried to walk by yourself, the more apparent it became that you were exhausted.

he kept a firm grip on your hand, as he held you in place and led you out of the cafe.

when you walked outside, the cold breeze made you shiver as your body adjusted to the sudden change in temperature. you were clearly uncomfortable and it was evident as you stopped walking and shivered once more.

he noticed the way you were shivering and it took everything in him to hide his annoyance.

he really couldn't stand how hard you worked to maintain this facade of yours, trying to act like everything was fine when it clearly wasn't.

"here." he said, as he wrapped his jacket around you to help with the cold.

"i don't need this." you spoke up, as you tried to shake off the jacket.

he looked at you with a stern gaze, his grip on the jacket remaining firm.

"you're obviously cold. we're not going to argue over this, you're wearing the jacket." he said sternly, but he couldn't help the slight irritation that laced his tone.

"but i said I don't need it…" you began to protest, though he interrupted you.

"well, I said you do. put the jacket on…" instead of arguing further with you, he simply began putting the jacket on you himself.

as he did, he remained closely positioned behind you, his body pressing against yours. he was keeping you warm as you were still trembling, the jacket was surprisingly large on you considering the fact that it was his.

"that's… way too big on me," you said out loud, as you felt how much space you had inside the jacket.

"well, it's better like this." he muttered before pulling the jacket more tightly around you.

since the jacket was big on you, you were able to fit inside of it quite snuggly, your body pressed up against his in the process.

his breath quickened as the feeling of you pressed up against him was much more apparent now that you were wearing the jacket.

he could feel your body, he could feel the heat radiating from your skin and he could feel every slight movement you made.

it was such a strange sensation, and for a brief moment, he felt tempted to lean his head onto the top of your head, which would certainly be better for his comfort, as well as hiding how badly he wanted to do that right now.

the way that his breath quickened caught you off-guard, and you noticed the sudden shift in his breathing.

but then, quickly, you remembered that you were pressed up against his body at the moment, and this is most likely why his breath had quickened.

there was a silent pause as he remained standing behind you while you were wearing his jacket, both of you remaining silent for a while until he finally spoke.

"you're still trembling…" he said quietly, and he continued to keep his body pressed against yours as he spoke.

"yeah, i uh…" you were unsure how to respond when he made that observation. you did indeed still feel cold, and you were shivering quite a lot.

even with the jacket on, you were still trembling and you thought it would lessen, but it had barely changed at all.

it only further made you realize just how frail and skinny you were…

"i'm fine… really" you said quickly, although it was quite obvious that you were lying.

"we should go to home now"

"right, yeah" you quickly nodded your head, agreeing with him.

you were still feeling extremely weak, and you wanted nothing more than to just go home and sleep the entire day.

you were so tired, both mentally and physically. it was about time for you to lay down for a little while.

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when you got home, yuji led you to your bedroom, and you sat down on your bed.

you groaned and laid down shortly after as you felt your eyelids begin to droop a little bit as you closed your eyes.

yuji noticed the heavy bags under your eyes and it annoyed him because he immediately blamed himself for stressing you out this much.

but, even though you looked horrible, you still looked so beautiful to him, and he couldn't tear his eyes away from your frail self…

even if you were physically, mentally and emotionally exhausted, he couldn't help but notice how pretty you looked in this state.

how small you looked as you laid down on the bed, it really was quite adorable.

even though he was irritated with you, he couldn't help but feel an overwhelming urge to just go over and lay down next to you, and just embrace you…

he got on the bed next to you, laying down on his side so that he was facing you.

he laid his arm around you, pulling you in closer, and he brought himself even closer until he was almost pressed up against you.

he let out a soft sigh as he smiled down at you.

"get some sleep…" he whispered, as he began to slowly stroke your hair, hoping it would help to soothe you into a long and comfortable sleep.

he continued to stroke your hair for a while longer before he stopped and closed his eyes, allowing himself to sleep as well.

it had been a long day. for you and him.

your body relaxed as it was pressed up against his, and you could finally feel yourself slowly slipping away into a deep sleep.

you felt safe in his arms, and for a brief moment, you forgot about all the stresses that you had to deal with during the day.

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every dream gone

summary: After the events of Winter Soldier, Bucky slowly realizes just how much he lost after his fall.

pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader

word count: 3.2k

warnings: bucky being sad; vague mentions of brainwashing and a whole lot of guilt; don't look for a happy ending with this one folks (i'm sorry 🥲)

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a/n: i started writing this fic back in september and it took me until now to gather the emotional willpower to finish it. blame this song that inspired the whole thing.

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It took Bucky a while to remember you, after everything, but he did.

The first memory came back while he was on the run. He'd been in Europe for a while by then, sleeping in freight cars, never staying anywhere for longer than a week, trying to keep a low profile while both HYDRA and Steve were still frantically looking for him everywhere. Those early days were the worst.

He spent most of his time on trains and tried to figure out why he hated it so much.

Being in England calmed him a bit. It was nice getting used to hearing people speak English around him again, and not in a tone that commanded obedience.

He didn't have much to go off, just scattered memories that didn't quite seem to fit together. There was always something off about them, something like the taste of metal where it shouldn't be. This time, the fragments led him to a flea market.

There were only a handful of people dotted in between the stands, which was probably for the best. His long sleeves usually attracted some curious glances this late into July.

He didn't exactly have money to spare for knick-knacks or secondhand souvenirs, but his feet carried him straight to one stand in particular, without him even realizing. His fingertips grazed along the spines of old paperbacks that were lined up like soldiers, but Bucky didn't spare them more than a glance.

He stopped at the next table over, a small frown on his face.

"Look at all those colors, Buck!"

Pastels and acrylics, steel nib fountain pens and piles of hand-bound sketchbooks. The woman selling them looked up from her novel when he didn't move for a whole minute, his eyes fixed on the notebooks.

"You can pick 'em up if you can't decide, you know," she said.

He nodded, blinked, almost embarrassed at the way his fingers shook as he picked up one of the books. It was bound in blue linen, and the deckle edged pages stuck to his gloves.

"You draw?" the woman asked, in a way that was more politeness than actual interest.

"My friend did," Bucky found himself saying.

Hands covered in charcoal. The smell of paper and something else.

"How dare you!" A laugh, carelessly loud and graceless. The most beautiful sound he'd ever heard. "My nose looks nothing like that!"

The memory passed through him softly, almost dreamlike, and for a second, he didn't know whether he wanted to cry or scream. He did neither.

The woman was looking at him strangely, but she accepted the note he handed her for the sketchbook, even though it wasn't Sterling.

"Young man," she called after him, and he almost wanted to laugh. "You're gonna need this, too." And she handed him a pen, as if she'd known, as if there was something in his face that told her how lost he felt.

It was cheap, surely, but it was also the first gift he'd gotten in decades, and so he kept it in his chest pocket. Right above his heart.

***

The next memory came not too long after that.

He was sitting in a rundown coffee shop in Edinburgh, barely paying attention to the room around him while he tried putting his past onto the page. The book was filling so achingly slowly it made him want to throw it against a wall most days.

A good chunk of it was about Steve.

Bucky supposed that was to be expected, because he'd been the one to first make him remember, and because it was Steve.

So page after page was detailing pneumonias and ill-fitting jackets and bruised knuckles in Bucky's narrow writing, trying to piece together a life that should have stayed his. It was desperate work, futile work most days, but he tried anyway.

And then the café owner switched stations on the old, dusty radio in the corner, and there was the song.

It took only a couple of notes until the images struck like lightning.

Swinging skirts and heels clacking on wooden floors. The smell of sweat and hairspray and something else. Something like May bells.

"You're quite good at this, aren't you?" Hands tightening around his neck in the most pleasant embrace.

"Only as good as my partner."

How could a simple hum sound so content? "And I ain't exactly called Rogers, either. But you’re the one leading."

"And thank God for both."

A dip, a scream. And that laugh again. He wanted to bottle it up and get drunk on it for the rest of eternity.

When the song ended, Bucky was shaking with it. He'd broken the pen in his hand, and the dark ink smeared all over his palm like black blood.

He didn’t do so well with presents these days.

***

He remembered your name when he heard a mother call out for her child in a park and it stopped him in his tracks because the corners of his mouth started to lift on their own accord. It was like you were muscle memory, your name so deeply ingrained that his body remembered you long before his mind could catch up.

And your name.

Whispered in darkened picture theaters until your skin prickled with goosebumps, shouted across dance halls sweltering with heat, spoken with reverence on dizzying fair rides. Bucky’d said it again, and again, and again, and for so long he couldn’t think of anything sweeter than the taste of it on his tongue.

He tried it out now, and it came out like ash.

The sound of his name on your lips came to him only hours later, because he kept prodding at that part of his mind that kept you hidden from him, kept trying to unlock the gate to his forgotten memories until finally it slid open an inch.

He was trying to make dinner.

He’d not had a warm meal for weeks at that point, but the past few days had been good and he’d bought vanilla extract for pancakes. The sugary smell filled his tiny apartment, but he didn’t even notice at first, not until he opened the window and then turned back to the stove.

“Bucky.”

Like a breath of air that echoed from deep within until it reached him and left him shaken.

He said your name again, called it into the silence of the room. It didn’t answer him.

He wasn’t sure if that was better or worse than going crazy, and so he breathed in again.

“James! It’s almost nine, we’re gonna be late.” Nails drumming against the wood of a dresser. You’d painted it with flowers, purple and blue and yellow. Beautiful.

“And whose fault is that, sweetheart?”

His fingers wrapping around your waist, pulling you close, so young, so human. Your perfume, soft and lingering mist-like between you, and something else. Something like Christmas morning.

Smiles had come so easy to him back then. “I’ve been sittin’ by the door for a good twenty minutes now, waitin’ anxiously for you to finish up.”

“If you’re getting so anxious over me, you needn’t have waited, Buck.”

“I’d wait my whole life if it went you’re comin’ down the stairs, sweetheart.”

He hadn’t noticed he’d slid to the floor, trembling.

The pancakes burned.

***

Your name was so much and yet so little at the same time.

Bucky tried finding any record of you, in libraries, newspaper archives, even using a computer once he figured out how to go online. But you’d been a normal girl, a lovely, perfect, beautiful, normal girl. That had never been enough for the history books.

He had to put you together again himself, slowly. The smallest details took him months.

You would always get holes in your tights and scold him for prodding at them. You used to hate getting your picture taken, but you would benignly let Steve draw you as long as he kept you entertained. You’d liked dancing, and flowers, and sweet things, and somehow, inexplicably, you’d liked him.

“You are the worst date I’ve ever had.”

The taste of whipped cream and chocolate on your lips, and the feeling of your fingers curling into the hair at the base of his neck. That little sound at the back of your throat.

“You were saying, sweetheart?”

Bucky’s hand balled into a fist. It wasn’t fair.

The worst part was that you were barely more than the memory of a beautiful dream, hazy and blurred. He was well aware he didn’t deserve good things anymore, but these faint half-images collecting in his brain were nothing short of cruel.

"I can't remember her face,” he told the only person who might have understood, because he himself didn’t. “Why can I remember every single person that I had to ...” He trailed off, dragging his hand over his face. “And yet I can't remember her face?"

Steve's hand was on his shoulder, a gesture that should feel comforting in its familiarity. Instead, Bucky had never felt this small in his own skin.

Wrong shoulder.

"I'll see what I can do," Steve said calmly, but there was a helplessness in his voice that made Bucky’s stomach churn.

It wasn’t supposed to spill out of his own eyes.

***

You would have loved Wakandan sunsets.

They were richer, more colorful than the ones Bucky remembered, but maybe that didn’t actually mean much. The beautiful things had a habit of evading him.

Sometimes, he was selfish enough to wish it had stayed that way, because at least in forgetting, he hadn’t known to miss anything at all. Years and decades worth of lack came crashing through to drown him now, more and more frequent, as if they were trying to make up for lost time. Or mocking him.

But you would have loved the sunsets, and so he tried to love them, too, just like he was always meant to do.

“Do you have to leave already?”

A sniff, a petulant sigh, his limbs heavy and warm, but resolve unwavering. He’d fancied himself so smart, then. “You know I do.”

Daybreak kisses that tasted contently like sleep. Slowly untangling his fingers from yours, something cool grazing them.

Steve brought back a small package, and that was all that was left to find of the part of the past that he’d shared with you. A thin stack of official papers, the dog tags he’d worn in Austria, and a ring.

Bucky sat down.

He knew, rationally, that you were long gone even before he saw the official documents. He’d never expected you to wait for him when it had always been the other way around. Still, to read it so plainly was like his insides were being twisted into the tightest knot, and his heart, his carefully guarded heart that had only just started to remember its own rhythm stuttered painfully. Like it was sick of this whole dance, the waiting, the longing for something so out of reach. So lost to time.

He didn’t want this, any of this, but there was nothing he could do but stare and wait for his vision to clear.

“There’s something else,” Steve said, his voice far away like he’d been wrapped in cotton. “Do you remember the house?”

A rickety porch swing and a picket fence that needed bleaching. Thorny rose bushes blooming in all your favorite colors. Two spare rooms.

“Are we going to be hostin’ a lot of guests, then?” That smug little curl of your lip he liked to kiss.

“I hope not.” Arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you close. Always the same gesture, as familiar as the smell. Vanilla and peonies, and something else. “We could find a more permanent use, don’t you think?”

“She kept it. It’s still there.”

Bucky traced the letters of your name with his thumb as if somehow, somewhere, you might have felt the familiar caress. It looked lonely there, all on its own.

Maybe it was lucky that he’d long run out of screams, because he might have never stopped.

“Thank you,” he said, and even though it didn’t seem sufficient, Steve nodded.

Bucky threaded your ring onto the chain of his dog tags and closed it around his neck before he hid them under his vest, the metal like a ghostly touch over his heart.

***

It took Bucky five more years to make it back to New York. Well. Five more years passed.

He’d lost so many of them it didn’t even seem to matter at this point.

The slip of paper had been kept inside an envelope he’d found between the books in Steve’s apartment, waiting for him, just like he’d said it would. At least some things were still there.

The bus drive took an eternity, but his feet found their way on their own accord. They’d known it well, once, after all.

He thought the hardest part would be to turn around the final corner and see it again, but that wasn’t it. He’d dreaded the drawn shades, the overgrown garden, the withered flowers, the faded paint on the front door. Dreading things made them easier to bare, sometimes, he’d learned that.

No, the hardest part was seeing the sign. Cottage for sale.

And the quiet.

The mailbox was battered from decades of wind and weather, but underneath the rust he could still see the remnants of your handprint, cracked golden yellow on the dark metal. It disappeared under his vibranium fingers.

“See? We left our mark now. We have to stay here forever.”

He found the key still inside. He used to scold you for leaving it so recklessly, but you kept losing every spare you got made, and besides, times were different, then. You knew the neighbors. So did he.

“Don’t forget, it’s Mrs Hopper’s birthday on Wednesday, and you promised to mow her lawn.”

“I know, sweetheart.”

“And the Sawyers asked if you could take a look at their furnace, because it’s been acting up.”

“You’d think they’d hire a professional for that sorta thing.”

“Maybe you’re just nicer to look at.”

The plot next door had been leveled. The curtains in all the other houses were drawn, even though it was a lovely spring evening.

Bucky’s steps were heavy as he climbed the steps to the red front door. It was like he could hear whispers coming from all sides, his head pounding with the weight of something that was not quite there yet, not quite clear, not quite something.

The key slid into the lock.

“Leave your shoes outside, Buck, you’ll track mud everywhere.”

He almost did.

The first step inside was like going through the looking glass and finding himself in a world so different, and yet so familiar. Because he didn’t recognize the painting on the wall, or the color of the cabinets, or the rug next to the stairs.

But there was that smell. Vanilla and peonies. Something like baking and spring, something like home.

He carefully pulled the door closed behind him, the floorboards softly creaking. Dust billowed.

And then more memories came rushing in, as if they'd been waiting for the moment he crossed the threshold.

"Ready?"

"Yes!" He could feel your cheeks lift in a smile and grinned as he slowly pulled his hands away from your eyes. Could feel the gasp that fell from your lips as you took in the sight in front of you.

"Do you like it?"

"Are you kidding me? I love it!"

“I love you.”

He thought he saw movement just out of the corner of his eye, but when he turned, it was only his own grave reflection staring back at him out of one of the dirty windows. Still, he couldn’t help but feel like the ghosts of the past were surrounding him.

“There you are,” they seemed to say. “What took you so long?”

“Just picking up something sweet for my best girl.”

“This is exactly why I’m gonna marry you.”

“Just that? Really? What about my other qualities?”

“Those I tolerate.”

The plates his ma had given you, the porcellain chipped with decades of use, stacked neatly in the cabinets, gathering dust. Your favorite brass pot was out next to the sink, as if you’d just left it there to dry, intending to use it again in a couple of hours.

In the living room, the horrible curtains your aunt had forced upon you had finally disappeared, and despite everything, Bucky could feel himself smile. The bookshelf was still overflowing.

“We’re gonna run out of space soon, you know that, right?”

“Well, build me a new shelf, then!”

Another promise he’d broken.

He had to go upstairs. He knew it, even though every single cell of his body was screaming at him not to go.

Seventeen steps. The second to last was the one that creaked.

Deciding which door to open first was like choosing his own hell. In the end, the house decided for him, because the wailing behind the one to the far right sounded so alive he almost bolted through the entrance.

It had been locked, and Bucky only realized why when it was already too late.

It was the most desolate room yet, cobwebbed and stale, furniture hidden underneath white linens. A dusty wooden mobile dangled from the ceiling, trembling as the house settled, casting eery shadows over the dirtied green walls.

“Aren’t you a bit overzealous there, love?” He dotted some green on your nose and you shrieked.

“Do you wanna be caught unawares?”

“As far as I know, there’s a bit of a preparation period involved.”

“Hm. Maybe we should just get a head start, then.”

He couldn’t bear it a second time, so he took a lung full of stale air and opened the bedroom door.

“I love you, I love you, I love you!”

Everything smelled like you, had your loving touch on it, had been allowed to live alongside you for all this time when he hadn’t been. The wilted flowers in the vase by the window. A book on the nightstand, your bookmark tucked between the pages because you weren’t quite done with it yet.

You weren’t done yet.

A pair of reading glasses lay on top of it, and Bucky almost laughed because he couldn’t quite picture you wearing them, and then, suddenly, he realized he could picture you, and his hand reached out blindly because he remembered that it was there.

“You know I hate these things.”

He didn’t let go of your hand for a second. “Come on, sweetheart. Don’t you want me to have something’a yours to keep me company?”

Your laugh, again, and again. “You’re so lucky I love you.”

The bed creaked softly when he sat down on its edge, the frame shaking in his grip, and hey. There you were.

There was your smile.

It seemed to echo, or maybe he only wished it did.

“I’ll be back so soon, you won’t even notice I’m gone, sweetheart.”

“You better.”

The way you looked at him. Like you really believed him when he told the both of you that everything was going to be fine. That you would be the lucky ones. The exception.

He hated himself for letting you hope, but maybe this was his punishment; to be the one left behind, despite everything.

“I’m sorry,” he must have said, or cried, or screamed, because the house repeated it back to him, over and over.

“I’m sorry.”

And then, there was nothing.

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warmaidensrevenge · 1 year

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Always seen you.

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

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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.

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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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@chloe-6123 @irishhappiness @idkidknemore @hiscrimsonangel @hellv1ra @browneyes528 @b-irock @erinsingalong @salenorona23 @eddie-is-a-god @screaming-blue-bagel

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maochira · 11 months

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Confession (Keiji Togashi x reader)

My first Ao Ashi x reader!!

Tags: gn!reader, reader is an artist, no manga spoilers (basically this is in the middle of season 1), Aoi and Otomo appear as well, not proofread

You've been Togashi's classmate for months now, and at first, he intimidated you and you didn't care much for him. But your friends often dragged you along to watch Team B's matches and you found yourself focusing on Togashi the most out of all the players. And as time passed on, you found yourself feeling excited whenever you saw him walking onto the field and even more when you got to see him in school every day. It really didn't take much longer until you developed a crush on the defender, despite the fact that you've never talked to him properly and you're pretty sure he doesn't even know your name.

And at some point, not only did you find yourself watching his matches, but you also started coming to watch Team B's practices if you had the time to. As an excuse to have a reason to go, you always brought your sketchbook along to sketch the players to practice dynamic poses. You really tried your best to draw all of them, but then found yourself drawing Togashi the most - even though his hair is always hard to figure out.

And of course, your friends quickly picked up on the fact that you have a crush on him and keep teasing you about it because they want you to confess to him. But you're so sure Togashi still doesn't know who you are, even though he notices how often you come to watch him at practice and matches. He's wondered about it for a while, but always shrugged it off as you being a fan.

Because of your friend's teasing, you had to promise that you'll confess one day. You said it'll be when your sketchbook is full because that usually takes you a while. Just with this particular one, you didn't even realize how much faster you're filling it because you've been using it a lot more since you started drawing at Team B's practices.

Today is like any other - you came to watch Team B at practice and draw while you're at it. And suddenly, you're on the last page of your sketchbook. You're already dreading drawing on it because you know as soon as you do, it'll mean you have to tell Togashi about your feelings. You promised it to your friends. There's no going back.

As much as you're dreading this moment, you're waiting at the exit of the training field to watch out for Togashi. Many of his teammates leave and barely any of them look at you, but the moment Togashi approaches the exit accompanied by Aoi and Otomo, all of them recognize you instantly.

"Isn't that (Y/N)?" You hear Aoi saying from a bit of a distance, but you can't figure out what Otomo answers him. Togashi doesn't seem to have any reaction to your presence. Maybe he really doesn't know who you are?

For a moment, you debate with yourself to just leave and act as if nothing ever happened. But then Aoi runs up to you and is about to greet you. Although, before he gets to say something you force your sketchbook into his hands. "Give this to Togashi-" You tell him quickly before running away as fast as you can.

All three boys are equally confused and look after you, especially Aoi. He looks down at the sketchbook you just put into his hands as your words repeat in his head, so he hands it over to Togashi.

"What is this?" He asks in a tone that sounds a little irritated. He doesn't understand why you ran away so quickly.

"I don't know. They told me to give it to you," Aoi shrugs, "Look into it."

Otomo already knows where this is going. He saw the obvious blush on your face when you gave your sketchbook to Aoi. Otomo curses Togashi in his head for getting a confession before he did.

As they continue walking back to their dorms, Togashi flips through the sketchbook. "I don't get it..." He mumbles as he flips through the mix of your personal art and all the sketches you made while watching Team B's practices. He notices very quickly that he was drawn the most. He opens his mouth to say something else, but not only his voice but also his steps stop when he reads what you wrote on the last page.

"I like you. A lot."

#ao ashi #ao ashi x reader #ao ashi x you #keiji togashi x reader #keiji togashi x you #keiji togashi #ashito aoi x reader #ashito aoi x you #aoi ashito x reader #aoi ashito x you #eisaku otomo x reader #eisaku otomo x you #otomo eisaku x reader #otomo eisaku x you #aoi ashito #ashito aoi #otomo eisaku #eisaku otomo

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soobiverse · 11 months

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Hii your fic is soo good can you pls do a woonhak (boy next door) f! Reader oppisites attract fic plsss thankyou sooo much

Sorry for the late reply, I've been lacking motivation but I've been working hard on it <3

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Genre: Fluff + Romance

Word count: 858 ᵕ̈

It was an early Monday morning before homeroom. I slumped against my locker, feeling the metal against the back of my blazer jacket, listening to the shoes of the passing students hitting the tiles that echoed through the school halls. My eyes focused on the art book before me, patiently waiting for ideas to flood my mind as they usually did. Yet there was nothing. "Y/N? You're here early," a familiar voice took me out of my train of thought. It could be for the better, as most of them were worthless. I looked up, and my one and only friend stood in front of me. President of the student council herself, Song Ye-eun. I never knew why she became my friend in the playground during the first day of Kindergarten. She must have liked that I never said much and only focused on my developing passion for art. While Ye-eun had always been the opposite, she was talkative, confident and friendly. I brought my sketch pad to my chest.

"I just woke up early, that's all", I replied. Ye-eun would describe me coming to school 2 hours early as a relatively unique concept, as most days, I don't even make it to homeroom. But there wasn't really anything else for me to do at home. The swarm of students had yet to flood the hallways meaning I could finally talk to my only friend privately without having a trail of boys following us. "Ah, fair enough," she said, sitting beside me. I watched as she leaned back against the locker and closed her eyes. "Wanna see what I'm working on?" I inquired. She didn't open her eyes yet but just simply nodded. I placed the sketch pad in her palms. There were lines of lead pencil across the art paper, forming an outline of someone's head but nothing more. She took a moment to look at it. "lacking inspiration?" She asked, handing back the sketchbook. "Unfortunately, nothing good is coming to mind. I've been trying for days," I responded, pressing my head against the locker like she once did 2 minutes ago. "Why don't you try drawing him?" I followed who Ye-eun was referring to with my eyes. I didn't expect her to be talking about Woonhak.

To fully appreciate why this was a big deal to me is because, well, it's Woonhak, the prettiest boy in 11th grade. He and his close, tight-knit group of friends are the topics of nearly every girl's conversation when they walk through the sliding glass doors. He was just like Ye-eun, the complete opposite of me. Yet regardless of our personalities and interests being so different, I still fell for him from a distance. He had entered alone today. He walked through the halls without many girls following him like lost puppies. His eyes darted around the hallway as he progressed to his locker. I stayed silent as my eyes followed him. Ye-eun patted my shoulder. I looked at her, shock painted across my face. "you must be crazy, he needs to be still, and there is no way on earth that I'd ever get close enough to tell him I wanted to draw him," I said, Ye-eun shook her head, and before I knew it, she was standing up and looking down at me on the tiled floor.

"You've liked him since Kindergarten. Don't you worry. I'll handle this." with that, Ye-eun began walking towards the crowd of girls. Her sweet charms and politeness hypnotised the huddled group into letting her approach Woonhak. I couldn't hear what they were discussing, but I knew she mentioned me as Woonhak approached soon after. "Ye-eun said you could draw me. I'd be interested. I'm free after school if that's fine with you," He spoke softly, then parted his lips in a sweet smile. No words could escape my lips. I could only respond with a simple nod before hurrying down the corridor.

A few hours had passed as the morning had shifted into a quiet afternoon, 1 hour after the bell had signalled that all the students could be free from the gates that trapped them in for 6 hours, 5 days a week. Besides those still used for after-school club activities, all rooms were empty, excluding the art room Woonhak and I occupied. I studied his features closely to have every detail perfect. "You look quite beautiful when you're focusing, did you know?" Woonhak whispered. After minutes of silence, his sudden compliment caught me off guard. I didn't know what to say. Too many thoughts swelled up in my head. “I've always liked you, " he confessed, approaching me slowly. I set the pencil down on the unfinished sketch. He tugged my wrist lightly, encouraging me to stand up. So I did. Butterflies began blooming within the depths of my stomach. He pulled me closer, and the butterflies only swelled up more in my stomach when he pulled me in and kissed me softly. His lips, covered in a strawberry chapstick layer, seamlessly melted into mine. Despite being so different, now no one could deny the liking between Woonhak and me.

#kpop #kpop oneshots #kpop x reader #oneshot #boynextdoor #ask response #kpop fanfic #kpop x y/n #kpop x you #kpop x female reader #explore #fluff oneshot #kpop fluff #bnd #bnd fluff #bnd x reader

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Surprise Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character surprising yours.

They had finally settled on where they wanted to live. It was a small cute little house. It even had a little wrap around porch, something he had always wanted. They even had two rocking chairs, one on the porch, and one in the nursery. The nursery, which was still fairly bare. They still had three months before the twins would even be in their lives as tiny babies. And he had sent Emma out with Stiles and her sister Caroline, to do some shopping for the twins. He'd also given her his card, and told her, don't think about the cost, just get what you want. And he knew that meant it would be a long while before they would be back. Something he needed.

He had a grand plan for the nursery, well not when it came to the furniture. However, he had plans for the walls, and he had an idea for how the nursery would be laid out, at least with the cribs. He was going to create a massive mural on the wall that the cribs were going up against. Which were in the hallway, still in boxes. Something he would remedy if he had time. However, his sole focus was the mural. He had a several sketches, and reference images in one of the sketchbooks he'd been hiding from Emma. It was currently on his easel which he had dragged into the nursery. He had a lot of paint pots around the room, along with his graphite pencils. Because he was going to sketch it out first.

The first thing he sketched out, was the tree. Which was going to be in the middle, between the two cribs. In the background, on either side, he was sketching out silhouettes of wolves. One was him, one was Derek, because Derek was the one who turned him. And it mattered to Isaac. He even had some subtle references to the fact that Emma was a vampire, though through a bat, hanging from one of the tree branches, with blood dripping. He knew it was slightly morbid, but he didn't care too much. He wanted the mural to represent their lives, their family and friends. It was why there were two bats, almost hugging. There was even a fox hiding in the background. And more wolves, the friends he had lost. There were orchids in the foreground, to represent his mother. But most importantly, was the tree itself. Big, and ethereal, him drawing inspiration from the idea of the Nemeton. Albeit, he added globes of lights to it. Making it look lit up. The mural took up the entire wall, the biggest wall in the room.

By the time they came back, Isaac had everything sketched out, and the background was done, but he had not had time to finish the entire thing, since it was a big mural. But, he had begun painting the tree, and some of the animals, since some of them were in the background while some were in the foreground, or in the middle. He heard Emma walking up the stairs, and he had a huge smile on his face. Just glad he'd been smart to use paint that wasn't toxic, so she could actually be in the house as he painted, and while it dried. He was also covered in splatters of paint. His hair, his ear, hands, anywhere and every where. It was why the floor was covered with plastic, to make sure he didn't ruin it.

"Surprise." He said with the biggest goofiest smile when he saw her jaw drop at the sight of what he was standing in front of.

Imagine it's two cribs and not a queen bed. And the little details I added in text being added into the actual mural.

#ask #answered #minimavampiressbase #minimavampiress #q

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gaoau · 4 months

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Only when looking into my soul will you be able to understand just how much I want you

Raison d'Être warnings — none. word count — 844

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After finishing the fish mural earlier than expected on Sunday, Kazutora had to smoothly dance around Chifuyu's idea to get dinner the three of them together. He was getting tired of playing Cupid for people that didn't ask but very clearly needed it—in fact, it felt more like he was picking up Cupid's slack because no one had accounted for those two being so incredibly dense.

It was on Monday that he cornered Chifuyu first thing in the morning, the same way he had done with [Name]. The man blinked in surprise at his sudden violent approach while he fixed his apron. "Is everything okay, Kazutora-kun?" he piped up with a ring of confusion in his tone.

"What do you think 'bout [Name]?"

Kazutora rolled his eyes when Chifuyu tensed up, arms behind his back as he fiddled with the knot of his apron. He stared into him with an intense blue that popped more in real life than in [Name]'s sketchbook. "She's nice?"

"Just nice?"

"I mean, I like having her around and she's… very talented, you know." His attention strayed to the painted fish on the wall. The sight of her signature brought a grin to his face. Then, he flickered back to Kazutora with a pondering frown. "Why?"

"Just checking." He shrugged.

When Chifuyu caught the man turning away, his hand shot out on impulse. He gripped his shoulder to keep him in place. "No, why are you checking?" His raised brow made Chifuyu's stomach churn. He didn't understand why his chest was constricting so painfully. With his mind running a mile a minute, he found he hated the idea of Kazutora being remotely interested in [Name]. She didn't even draw him with color, so what was this all about?

Kazutora sighed. He couldn't believe he was dealing with this a second time. "Chifuyu, do you like [Name]?" The sense of déjà vu was nearly overwhelming.

Chifuyu had always been an easy person to fluster; Kazutora had figured out that much through the years. It was no surprise to see his face explode into a billion different shades of crimson red. "I like having her around."

"You said that already."

"Don't you like having her around?"

Kazutora grimaced. "Debatable, but sure. I don't invite her out for dinner, though."

"That's what friends do, Kazutora-kun."

He glared into Chifuyu with a powerful urge to sink him down with a punch. "You never invite me out for dinner."

"Where's this coming from?"

"There's no way you don't like her to tolerate her when she looks at you."

"What?" A piercing warmth prickled his skin, crawling up behind his neck like a colony of ants. His shoulders scrunched up involuntarily. "I like it when she looks at me, what's wrong with that?"

"Are you hearing yourself?" Kazutora groaned in exasperation.

Admittedly, he had never said those thoughts out loud. They bounced silently around in his head, bumping against the corners of his mind every now and then, especially when he felt [Name]'s eyes drinking him up like he was art study material. Because when [Name] washed her gaze over him, she saw only Matsuno Chifuyu. She didn't see Baji hanging off his trauma, or the fear and rage towards Kazutora he had learned to let go of, or a bullet inches deep in his head in an alternate timeline. She saw him for what he was in this very moment; pet shop owner, helpful hand, loving soul that would carry her on his shoulders through hell and back if she needed it.

And when he helped her, he liked seeing her happy. He often remembered the hug she'd given him on impulse. He couldn't help but wonder why she didn't like his name. He didn't need to think when talking to her.

His palm slapped on his mouth on reflex. Chifuyu gaped at Kazutora with eyes wide in realization. "Oh," he managed. His judgmental gaze made him shift his head to the side. "Maybe I do like her." A wide grin grew on his face as the chaotic pounding of his heart now made sense. He understood why Takemichi leapt to the past a billion times just for Hina. If he had to, he would do the same for [Name].

Kazutora felt like he'd won the lottery. Finally, he was free of oblivious idiots—or cowards, if he focused on [Name] pretending she wasn't in love with Chifuyu even if she knew. He now left it in their hands to handle this like proper adults. It wouldn't take too long, knowing just how impulsive Chifuyu could be.

"Should I ask her to be my plus-one to Pah-chin's wedding?"

He hadn't expected him to be that impulsive, though. Laughter burst from the core of his chest. Chifuyu gawked at him in shock as he disappeared into the storage room.

"Wait, why are you laughing?! Should I not?! Kazutora-kun!"

#Raison d'Être #Tokyo Revengers #Matsuno Chifuyu #Matsuno Chifuyu x Reader #Chifuyu x Reader #tokrev #tokrev x reader #Tokyo Revengers x Reader

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1, 9, 20💕

Oh, someone actually asked alsnoanskw

✨ Ask Game ✨

Q1: Who was your first ever OC? Do you still "use" them? How have they evolved over time?

My first OC was Lancaster, who was just a dude I made in my head when I was like... 12? He wasn't made for anything, like a fandom, I just made him and then plopped him in a world so he could exist. He's like 8' tall, breathes fire, and he's a dragon knight (still peak design tbh. Dragons and knights are the coolest things ever.)

I honestly haven't done anything with him in YEARS. Like. Not a story blurb, not a sketch, nothing. For probably about... Five or six years now? I was still in high school lol. I have been thinking about drawing him again recently though! I used to draw him so. Much. I was going through old sketchbooks and he had some stuff in there, so why not?

Unfortunately, my memory is shot so I can't answer the last part very well! But I think that was kind of the point to him. He was a comfort character, so he evolved into whatever I needed. (I did scrap the dragon transformation bit though, lol. I remember that.) He went from a concept, to a feral, unhinged little guy, to more of a commander figure who's got his head on but can't stop looking at humans as snacks. Idk. He was important to me and got me through a lot, and I talked my friends ears off about him.

Q9: Favorite OC?

Uh, well. I've only got the one lmao. I've got DnD characters and Skyrim characters and other things, but those are specifically made for that media to be played as, so I don't fully count them as original. Probably not how that works! But like. The comparison is Lancaster, who's entirely original. So, excluding media-made characters, Lancaster by default, but if we do include everyone else: Moore, lmao, hands down.

He was a homebrew warlock (nothing OP, mostly very situational flavor abilities tbh) for the last DnD campaign I was in. It fizzled out--a chunk of the group left for personal reasons, someone else's character died and I don't think they got back into it, the DM wasn't happy with the work they'd done on it, etc etc--but we still had a great time while it was going on. He was, against his will, the life of the party. I want you to think of the most grudging, scowling, disapproving little antisocial alcoholic possible and then slap an unexpected redemption arc on him. He's like a shadow realm mom friend. Emotionally stunted except through necessity he's come to care at least about your general well-being and he'll yell at you about it.

Rambles. Rambles. If you get him going he won't shut up, and it eventually devolves into something nonsensical. The party LOVED IT when he got going just because of the lens he saw events through. Looks through a magic door and gets shot into some airless void full of demons trying to eat his soul? Nearly dies? Angrily rants at the local witch about how a bunch of ghosts were having a go like he's a buffet! Does he look like a five course meal to you? Ghosts! GHOSTS! He's sick and tired of ghosts! (The party was, at this point, unaware of the ghost inhabiting him, so this was out of left field.) He was so fun and somehow, I repeat, somehow, ended up being the voice of reason. Yeah. The disillusioned, grumpy, drunk little ghost guy who's got a problem with everything ended up being the logical one. (Yeah that was partially the ghost in his brain giving him magical powers and keeping him on track but like. Between a cannibal, Han Solo, a puddle, a skittish wild magic sorc, if Klee was in DnD, and an AA absentee, it's a miracle.)

One of my favorite moments that will live with me forever and was immortalized in a little drawing is the aforementioned cannibal (a blood hunter we met under unfortunate circumstances who needed blood to use his features and happened to be a shifter with big teef) cautiously warning against trusting the wizard we'd met because he doesn't trust magic users. Moore nodded, casually said he wouldn't trust himself either, and kept eating. The shifter, a little quieter, looked at him and said he trusts him. There was all of two seconds of silence before Moore started complaining that his dumbass decisions were rubbing off on everyone and they were all gonna die soon because no one here has a brain. (Yeah they ended up being gay together aodboana)

Q20: What story are you proudest of? Why?

(Side eyes my Google docs) UHHHHHHH

You know I was gonna go and sort through everything but that's, um, work. (Insert Hilda Goneril portrait.) So just off of "I actually remember writing it" I'm gonna have to go with what I've termed the Vampire Tyrik Fic. I wrote it like a year ago and at the time? Peak. I peaked. It is, naturally, an angst piece. It just is that's how I roll. But I got a lot of characterization in there and at the time it was genuinely, outside of academic work, the best I've ever done. Unfortunately now my writing has progressed to the point where I look at it and go "damn bitch, you write like that?" Anyway it was about the aftermath of my Dragonborn (Tyr) being turned into a vampire to enter the Soul Cairn and then being mortified he did it and coping with the morality of it. Erik was there. This was my Erik file. I like to choose a different follower per file to share the love but like. They're married. This was childhood friends to lovers + angst + emotional h/c. It will never see the light of day again. It's been buried respectfully.

Anyway, uh, I got a little jumpscared by someone actually asking, but it was nice! Ty anon 🌹

#ask game #for the record bread is very excited for lancasters pending return lol #and i love. i loooooove moore hes such a little bastard #uh s/o to the tyrik fic itll live forever in my heart #like tyrs untouched file lives on in skyrim. he killed alduin and promptly retired with erik to lakeview

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herprincenamjoon · 2 years

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Chapter 5

Her Prince

✏️Prince Namjoon x OC

✏️ Romance

⚠️ Warning Fic includes: Fighting (sword and physical), blood, kidnapping, injury fighting additional warnings in tags⚠️

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"Ugh, I'm so full," Kaira said as she laid her head on Yeona's back.

"I told you not to pack so much food," Yeona said, turning to a new page to draw.

"I can't help it that mom bought so many good snacks while we were gone." Kaira adjusted herself so that she could watch the people hanging out by the stream.

"Don't blame mom for your lack of control," Yeona laughed.

"What do you think their story is?" Kaira asked, changing the subject. Yeona didn't have to turn her head to see who her friend was talking about. She had seen the seven men at the bottom of the hill when they arrived a couple of hours ago. She and Kaira watched them and everyone else near the stream as they ate and chatted.

"Robbers, who have come to rob the village for all its money and take us, single women, as their wives," Yeona said as she started placing the finishing touches on her final design.

"I don't get bad vibes from them, though, and I know you don't either. Or else you wouldn't have let Namjon walk you home last night," Kaira said, sitting up.

"He didn't really give me a choice," Yeona mumbled.

"You know as well as I do, Yeo that if you would have gotten any bad feelings from them you would have run," Kaira said as she stood up. "I'll be back in a bit. I need to go talk to someone."

"Ok," Yeona replied as she watched her friend brush off her shirt and make her way down the hill.

Yeona sat up and stretched before going back over each sketch. She was pretty happy about how they looked. She was also thankful that the guys had been at the stream today. She was able to observe them and get a feeling for what she thought they might like. She had decided to do as her father did with her sword. Each of theirs had a different colored cord that matched the small drawing at the bottom of the case. Nothing too fancy but still unique. It also put less pressure on the men at the shop. They'd be able to get them done quicker and move on to other jobs.

"Please help yourselves. We brought so much food, and we don't want it to go to waste.” Yeona looked up at the sound of her friend's voice. She had returned to their spot with the seven men.

"Good evening Noona," Jungkook said as he sat beside her. "What are you drawing?" He asked with a mouth full of food.

"A surprise," Yeona said as she quickly closed her sketchbook.

"Is it our swords? Can I see them?" He asked, reaching for her book.

"It wouldn't be a surprise if I showed you then now, would it?" Yeona quipped, smacking his hand.

"Can I draw something?" Yeona looked at Jungkook, who was looking at her with puppy dog eyes. "Please?"

"I don't usually let people draw in my books." Jungkook gave her a pout.

"Let him draw Yeo. It's not like mom didn't buy you ten before we left last month.” Kaira said as she poured the guys something to drink.

"I was going to say yes," Yeona said, handing Jungkook her sketchbook. "How can you look at that face and say no?" She pouted. "Just draw in the back, please." Jungkook smiled at her and opened the back of the book.

"How many of them do you have left anyway?" Kaira asked.

"That's the last one." Yeona mumbled.

"Did you say that was the last one? I know you didn't go through them that fast." Kaira raised an eyebrow at her. "You gave them away, didn't you? Yeona, you have to stop giving all your things away. My mom buys you things because she..."

"I know that I am too stubborn to spend it on myself." She said, cutting her off. "And your mom knows that if I see someone who needs the stuff more than me, I will give it to them. Why do you think she buys me so much at once?"

"So, where are you guys from?" Kaira asked, breaking the staring contest that she was having with her friend. She knew that Yeona would be upset as soon as she had said it. But she couldn't figure out why her friend was so set on helping other people all the time, while she did without the finer things in life. Her mom would buy Yeona clothes, and she'd give away her old ones or sometimes even the new ones without a second thought. She'd even spend money on food for the beggars in the street before she bought herself any.

"Emelle." The sound of Namjoon's deep voice beside Yeona made her jump. She didn't realize he had sat beside her.

"Oh, that's on the other side of the capitol, right?" Kaira asked.

"Yes," Namjoon answered without looking up from his book.

"That explains the proper way you talk and your expensive clothes." The five men sitting near her looked down at their clothes.

"I don't think our clothes are costly," Hoseok said.

"They are. You won't find anyone this far out wearing something like that. Well, unless they have a lot of money and visit the capitol often like my family. Why didn't you guys bring horses or weapons if you came this far? And why would you pick a little village like Hwen?"

"Kaira, did you bring them here to interrogate them?" Yeona asked, irritated at her friend's never-ending questions.

"I was just trying to get to know them," Kaira replied.

"There are less intrusive ways to get to know them," Yeona said as she looked over at what Jungkook was drawing. She had no idea what Kaira's mission was, but it was upsetting her. First, it was her and now the guys.

"No peeking, Noona," Jungkook said as he turned his back to her. Revenge for her closing the book on him earlier.

"I just wanted to see what you were drawing." She pulled her knees to her chest and watched the six people in front of her chat.

"It's a surprise. And you looking would spoil the surprise." She couldn't help but laugh at that.

"What are you reading?" Yeona asked, looking over at Namjoon, who had his head in his hand as he read.

"A book." He spoke softly out the side of his mouth that wasn't covered by his hand.

"It's about art?" Yeona asked as she started to read what was on the pages.

"Yes." She moved her head a little closer so that she could see more of the page. "Are you still upset with your friend?" Namjoon asked softly as he moved his arm out of her way.

"A little, yes." She said softly enough so only he and Jungkook could hear it, "You didn't have to move your arm.

"You can't read the next page if my arm is on it." He pointed out. "And you need the distraction of reading as much as I do right now."

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