#it always means a ton♥

[capn-twitchery]

I love your ocs but I fear I am a bit out of touch with some of their lore. how much does Grace know about the red honey fuckery?

thank you sm!! :D♥︎ don't worry--i'm not sure i've actually spoken about this a whole lot!! (plus my lore is scattered around random posts like a ransom note. imagine being organised, couldn't be me)

for context: the two of them are a ridiculously slow slowburn bc neither of them know how to talk about feelings, they go in different directions a lot, twitch's response to Having Feelings (or anything) is to disappear to zee. everything takes forever. there's a summary of their timeline here if you want it !!

ANYWAY to answer:

tl;dr summary: most of the time, nothing! eventually, more than anybody else.

so, for most of the time, grace knows absolutely nothing. nobody does, really--twitch doesn't tell anybody, they don't want to talk about it, nobody sees their face at all.

as far as anyone knows, including grace, twitch's bad memory, lying & inconsistent stories are just a personality quirk. and they get sick sometimes, they just need bedrest & won't be available for a few hours, a day, a couple of days. nobody is allowed to see them.

grace remains mostly unaware for a long time--he has inklings that something is up. once he gets to know twitch better, he can tell they're not themself sometimes. but prying would push twitch away, so he just offers help, if they want company, for their headaches the surgeon mentioned. he'll leave the cabin door unlocked, just in case.

he has no idea how bad the "headaches" are until it's happening right in front of him, once they're close enough for twitch to trust him to that degree. he has no idea why it's happening, but he knows twitch doesn't want to tell him, either. and when they're sobbing in his lap, pleading for something he doesn't understand to stop, begging him to help them tie a blindfold because they don't want him to see their face, it's not exactly the time to pry.

it happens a few times. it never gets easier, and it never gets any clearer. it's not til after grace leaves for the new sequence and comes back that he finally sees their face uncovered. he doesn't connect any dots-whether that's because he genuinely just doesn't make the connection, or because twitch doesn't want him to make a big deal about it, who knows!

while he was gone, twitch starts connecting some dots: something's weird with their memories. they don't know how to process it. they bring it up subtly, ask grace if he knows anything about red honey, and maybe he can figure it out himself. he tells them he does, he learned about it during nemesis, in the palace cage gardens. it still haunts him, sometimes, the prisoners with their crying, the suffering the hollow looking eyes-

the eyes.

everything clicks all at once-twitch's eyes, their headaches, the memory issues, the inconsistencies, the lies. it only gets worse when twitch tells him they're starting to wonder if the memories are all theirs.

oh, god. how could anybody do that to them? who did that to them? but twitch doesn't want him on any kind of revenge mission, they don't even think they remember where the cage garden was, and they don't want to try either. he settles for comforting them the best he can-but what can anyone do to help, really?

at the very least, trusting someone enough to talk about it is a huge weight off twitch's shoulders. grace can help them try to figure out what's going on with their memories, it makes them better at talking to each other. it's not easy, but it helps twitch to move forward-slowly, but surely

#sorry this was an essay i just had lots of thoughts #being so normal about them as always #i hope it's legible i am sleepy but i wanted to answer >:3 thank you so much for giving me the excuse to ramble hehehe #it always means a ton♥ #inquiries #solreefs #londonmusings #grace #twitchery

[loveephia]

some of the HQ boys with a girlfriend who has fluffy cheeks. (kuroo, atsumu, kenma, oikawa, akaashi, sakusa.)

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, reader getting called some petnames, reader is annoyed by atsumu, you get compared to cute animals a bit.

⚠ warning/s: none.

part 1 | part 2

KUROO TETSURŌ

now kuroo's seen a lotta things

but your cheeks have got to be the most bizarre sight he's ever witnessed.

(in a good way, of course)

HE LOVES PINCHING THEM. HARD.

and whenever you ask him why he does it, he goes on a lengthy explanation about how cuteness aggression works

"kitten, it's because in response to positive experiences, some people express their feelings in a dimorphous manner, meaning they—"

gosh, you love this nerd

but pls shut him up with a little peck. he'll continue to ramble until the subject is about softshelled turtles or something.

ATSUMU MIYA

honestly, he never understood why people would gush over their s/o back then

it was always: "waaah! _____ is so cool!" or "_____ is the most beautiful girl ever.."

then, he got into a relationship with you

"your cheeks're so cute, darlin'." atsumu pokes one while you hiss at his statement. you can't stand people who comment about your cheeks!

oh, but atsumu thinks you're just like an angry little kitten

so with a childish smile, here he is stretching your cheeks like they're daifuku.

"hands off, miya."

"ouch, why are we on a last name basis now?!"

KENMA KOZUME

here is a visual representation of kenma when he finds out how fluffy your cheeks are:

thank you for coming to my ted talk.

i can imagine kenma's fingers being sore for playing video games hours on end, so a bit of pillow-like material your cheeks can help with the aching!

so here you are, looking at kenma with a dumbfounded smile, as he's still massaging your cheeks round and round in circles

"ken? what's this all about?"

fuee.. fuee..

"..nothing." he mumbles

okay, kenma. whatever makes you happy, i guess.

TŌRU OIKAWA

this man loves pda, so expect a lot of cheek kisses from him

he's all shameless about it too

which irritates you cuz you get shy very easily.

and he knows. HE KNOWS HIS EFFECT ON YOU.

oikawa could be talking to the other third years, and every now and then, he'd kiss your cheek

LIKE STOP STOPS TOP STOp sSFOPSpstop

"t- tōru.. can you not?" you stuttered out, a blush creeping up your neck

"but princess, you're just so cute!" he whines

oikawa has a lot of fans, but the only person he'll ever be a fan of, is you :D

KEIJI AKAASHI

honestly, he doesn't really care that much

but he thinks they're the cutest feature you have.. (♥︎ . .)

when your cheeks are full from eating, akaashi thinks that you look just like a little hamster

y'know how a hamster stores food in their cheeks and they puff up a ton?

yeah, that's how akaashi sees you.

"keiji, s'there sumthin' wrong?" you manage to say from your mouthful of food

"please don't talk while you eat, angel." he reminds you, wiping off a small speck of rice from your chin

akaashi makes a mental note to add a hamster emoji at the end of your contact name later

"my y/n 🐹"

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

he doesn't like pda, nor does he like physical contact in general

though he can't help but be a little bit curious as to how your round cheeks feel against his pointer finger

after all, the boy's only human 😔

so he does the inevitable and pokes one

you stopped breathing for a good sixteen seconds.

"..sakusa?" you turn to him, all mortified

"soft.." he thought

sakusa doesn't like kissing out in the open, but he'll settle for your innocent little cheek-to-cheek kisses

because he gets to feel the plush of your cheek against his

his face is so red pls someone save him 😭😭😭

© lowercase intended | loveephia

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!! #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x y/n #hq x reader #hq x y/n #hq hcs #tooth rotting fluff #hq #haikyū!! #haikyuu #kuroo tetsurō #kuroo x reader #atsumu miya #atsumu x reader #kenma kozume #kenma x reader #tōru oikawa #oikawa x reader #keiji akaashi #akaashi x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x reader #kuroo x y/n #atsumu x you #kenma x you #oikawa x you #akaashi x you #sakusa x you

[luveline]

hi my love <3 happy valentines, im coming over w a kiss rn!! for the event could i req "you got me flowers?" w spence please? maybe reader giving them to him hehe love u

luveline's valentine's mini party ♥︎

happy valentine's my love, thank you for your request! always tired reader x spencer is my new fave pairing of all time!! fem!reader

When Spencer arrives at work that morning you're already sitting down at your desk. It is regrettably far from his, and it's purposefully done. Hotch doesn't care that you're seeing one another, doesn't mind the occasional affection you share in from of the team, but he draws the line at your amazing and incessant chatter. You and Spencer never stop talking. Spencer has a lot to say, and you indulge him. 

Or maybe you don't indulge. Maybe you just love him. He's never had the idea that you might not want to hear what he has to say. 

He doesn't even look at his own desk, beelining straight for you where you're half asleep on your own, your ipod on your desk, an earphone in one ear. You're likely listening to an audio book — Spencer buys you enough of them. 

"Hey," he says, putting his hand on your shoulder, "good morning." 

You tilt your head away from his touch and look at him through your lashes, giving him a tired but pretty smile.

"Well, hello, my love," you say softly. "You look nice today." 

"You say that everyday," he complains. 

"And everyday it's true…" 

He likes how quietly you talk when you're tired —there's a wispy quality to each word, some light teasing— but you're being tired isn't conducive to a good day. He puts the coffee he'd bought for you by your ipod and kisses the top of your head as discreetly as he can. You barely respond. He doesn't take it personally. 

Spencer turns back to his desk and finally recognises the change. There's a rather large bouquet of flowers on the desk, the fancy kind that comes in a box with a ton of added foliage and baby's breath. He thinks for a moment they've been delivered to the wrong desk, after all, Emily's is right beside his, but he knuckles through the soft green stalks of crimson roses, pincushions and white carnations for the card held between. 

It's decorated with a sloping cursive that doesn't belong to anyone he knows. 

Spencer, 

I love you. Thank you for the coffee. 

He smiles at the flowers and saves the card. It'll make a good bookmark. 

"You got me flowers?" he asks, approaching you again. 

The printer beeps loudly and makes you wince. You spin in your chain and beckon for him to come forward until you can rest your face against his stomach. 

"Look at you, my little detective." 

He loves when you make fun of him. It sounds especially cute in your quiet mumbling. He drops his hands to the back of your head and feels very grateful to know that the only people who get here on time are the two of you as he strokes your hair. 

"Can I ask why?" 

"You know, don't you? I wrote it on the card." 

"You got me flowers because I got you a coffee?"

Your laugh is warm against his stomach despite the barrier of his shirt and sweater. "No, smarty-pants." You yawn and snuggle closer. "I love you." 

"Oh," he says. He pulls your face from his front and frames it in his hands. "I love you too, obviously."

"I know," you say, blinking slowly. 

He rubs your cheek with his thumb. You lean into it and shut your eyes like a puppy getting scratches. 

"Do you want flowers?" he asks. 

You hum. He has no idea what it means. 

#luveline valentine #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fic #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x you #spencer reid drabble #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds

[cntloup]

Simon Riley x ChildhoodBestfriend!Reader Pre-Ghost Simon, angst, allusion to sex

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

He comes to you right after the mission announcement; taking down a drug cartel led by Manuel Roba.

“Hey, Si! I missed you so much!” you beam excitedly as soon as you see him step through the door. You jump into his arms and he catches you effortlessly with his muscular arms. “Hi! I missed you too, dove." he sighs as he nuzzles his cheek on your shoulder and hides his face in your hair, breathing you in to ground himself. His grip tightens around you, fully engulfing you in his embrace. He's home.  

Suddenly his face clouds over in gloom, “I don’t have much time. I have to tell you something.” he breathes into your ear, pulling away slightly, “But... but you just came back!” your smile falls, voice brittle, disappointed, feeling a tingle in the back of your eyes. “I know. I’m so sorry.” his head hangs low apologetically, “I-I...” he cuts himself off, “This next mission is a tough one.” “You mean?” you gulp, hesitant, not wanting to hear the answer, the lump in your throat threatening to burst. “Yeah. I may not come back.” he mutters, voice heavy and dark. The words hit you like a ton of bricks, causing you to let out a gasp and break into sobs. “Oh no, Si! Please don’t talk like that!” you wrap your arms around him, bawling onto his chest, “Please don’t go!” you plead desperately, knowing full well that he's unable to decline. He gives no response as he holds you in his arms and tenderly rubs your back and brushes his fingers through your hair in order to comfort you to some extent.

You slowly pull back, still shaken, wiping your tears away harshly with your sleeves, asking “What did you want to tell me?” “I- I... Fuck!” he stutters, sighing in frustration. “What is it, Si?” you question, eyebrows furrowed in concern, “You know you can tell me anything.” you add, lovingly caressing his cheek. He leans into your touch and mumbles “I know... it’s just-” he pauses, “Fuck it! I love you! I've always loved you!” he finally blurts out. Your mouth gapes open and your eyes widen at his words. Moments pass and that shocked look is still stuck on your face, “Please say something!” he implores, worried if he said the wrong thing. His voice shakes you out of your trance, “I- I... I love you too, Si!” you reply, looking into his eyes longingly.

Next thing you know, his lips are on yours, hands roaming across each other's skin, clothes discarded and you’re both panting heavily on the sofa, bodies tangled together. A wave of sorrow hits you as you come down from your high, “I’ll wait for you.” you murmur, your head lying on his chest, tracing your fingers mindlessly on his skin. “If I die-” he begins, “Please, Si!” you protest, not wanting to hear the words out loud. He goes silent, capturing your lips with his, not going any further in order not to take away your peace of mind. "I'll come back, love... for you, I will." he whispers reassuringly against your skin.

Neither of you has any idea what fate has in store for him, the amount of torment and anguish he will go through, what tragedies will beset him. 

A/N: i'd give my left kidney to be able to prevent him from going on that mission :(

comments/reblogs are greatly appreciated ♥ 

dividers by @saradika-graphics & @hitobaby

#simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x you #cod x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost x reader #ghost riley #ghost simon riley #cod fanfic #ghost cod #cod ghost #ghost call of duty #call of duty #cod mw2 #cod #mw2 #cod modern warfare

[short-black-diamond]

To give you a quick break from sahed x reader

(シ_ _)シ

An Obey me request! \(≧∀≦)/

Could you do little headcannon/senario thingies of how the brothers react to you asking to kiss them except it is not the right moment at all to kiss them for the first time

eg: lucifer just gave reader and mammon in trouble and then reader asks to kiss mammon

Tehehe（*’∀’人）♥

🍓⌒(≧▽​° )

Nah I'd be happy to receive more Sahed x reader requests, also please tell me which gender I should write for, because I think I wrote the Sahed fics with a female reader?

because you didn't include the gender in this one, so I'll just try to do it gender-neutral. Also, please help me if I failed doing that.

BROOOOO omg I'd be so embarrassed if I'd ask for a kith after getting scolded at for what i did, but I'd still ask!

Warnings: Angst I guess, but also fluff in most parts, Asmo's is a lil suggestive, Beel is smooth, And Belphie's just a lil shit

word count: 2.3 k

I didn't proofread- I actually never do -why do I always write that fucking sentence down???

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Asking for a kiss at the worst moment

Lucifer had to hold his breath as to not leash out on you. I mean, sure, he loved you very dearly and all that romantic, lovely-dovey shit, but sometimes, just sometimes, you could be an insufferable spouse.

"Do you have any idea what you've just done?!", he instead exclaimed as he looked at the stack of papers which you've spent a good amount on working. "I finished your papers.", you muttered, confused as to why he was so angry.

"I told you to let me handle the papers, ____! You should've gone to the kitchen and-" "and prepare a whole five-course meal for Diavolo and Beel, seperately. Yes, I know, I already did that. And I also made lunch for Levi, Asmo, Mammon -should he come home today early for once- and Satan. Belphie can eat the leftovers."

you did it all in favour of getting your first kiss with him, and you were very eager to get to your goal.

Lucifer looked at you in stunned silence for a moment before he checked the papers. They were all...correctly signed. On top of the stack were a few things you wrote where you had trouble with some papers, and said papers were underneath that propblem sheet so that Lucifer wouldn't have to look through every single sheet.

You actually took tons off work from him today...

"Okay...thank you..", he muttered with a small blush and fond smile, and as you were about to lean in for a kiss (your first kiss with him), Diavolo's loud and cheery voice boomed outside. "Lucifer, may I come in?! There's something amazing I'd like to discuss with you!"

Lucifer looked at your lips in desire for a moment, but before he could give in, he turned around and towards the door to open it.

You were outraged. "Seriously, not even a quick peck??", you asked, angry at the fact that your lover wouldn't even give you a small kiss. You were prepared for everything too.

Your hair was done, you brushed your teeth for an hour and nearly drank half a bottle of mouthwash, and you were all dolled up for him only to face his back?

Lucifer stopped dead in his tracks as he pointed towards the door. "I can't just have Lord Diavolo waiting outside!?", he whisper-yelled.

"So he's more important than your partner, who's only asking for an itty-bitty kiss? Alright.", you muttered before you went to your room.

Yeah..., Lucifer would have to make up for that as soon as possible.

...

Mammon can't help but hold in his laughter at your serious face. You two got scolded by Lucifer again, in account of Mammon's shenanigans, and Lucifer had tick marks on his temple by your lack of reaction.

"Seriously, I wonder what's going on inside your head at the moment, ____!", the eldest sibling yelled at your emotionless face. You looked at Mammon.

"I was going to ask him to share my first kiss with him after you were done yelling at us."

There were a few moments of silence, where you smiled at Mammon, who blushed furiously in return, and the lecture in scolding you both extending from 15 minutes to 45 minutes.

Yeah, it may have been a bad moment to ask, but it was still sweet at the end because you got to kiss your favourite demon.

Mammon passed out after you kissed him.

...

Leviathan was hyper-focused on his game. It was a group game with other players, and Levi didn't want to lose his online teammates.

However, he lost the round when you came in and asked him for a kiss. He stared at you in shock as his skin reddened. His teammates were yelling his eardrumms, but his brain only registered your sweet smile and blushing face.

The display on his computer showed "Game over!". He slowly looked to the red display, and then he cursed under his breath.

"_-____...that was a very...very important round...!", he tried to say calmly, but he slowly grew angry as well.

"Oh, I'm sorry...it's just, you're always playing, and I really like you, and I just wanted a kiss..."

Levi couldn't help but blush furiously. He felt bad for scolding you, and nearly leashing out on you, but he was still mad.

"Th-then p-prove it!"

"Huh? You want me to kiss you? I thought you were mad at m-"

"M-m-my a-anger might s-subside when...w-when I receive kisses from a special h-human..!"

there was a short moment of silence before you leaned down to his level, lifted his chin and kissed him gently. His eyes widened and you felt his breath hitch.

after a few seconds, you pulled back, touching your lips with a smile and pink cheeks. "your lips are so soft, Leviathan..."

Levi.exe has stopped working. Seriously.

I mean, today might've become one of his best days in his life, because even though he lost a round, he got to kiss you, got a compliment about his soft lips, and you also said his full name.

He felt like he lived through hundreds of romance mangas.

Yeah, he...he stopped working.

...

Satan was reading a book, where there was a very interesting scene, and he was very in it. He tried to ignore the rain outside as he was in the world the author of the book described, and his breathj hitched when he read the next few sentences.

"Oh, no, Jessica...don't do it...!", he exclaimed, turning the page quickly to read what would be happening next.

You knocked on the door and stepped inside. "Hey, just wanted to check in on you. I made lunch. Would you like to drink tea with me?", you asked, and Satan noticed a hidden undertone to your request.

But, he shook his head. "No, but thank you. I just need to read that scene quickly, before-"

"C'mon, I haven't seen you all day. I missed you, Satan. Please, just twenty minutes-", you tried to reason, but you were suddenly pressed against the wall as Satan put one of his hands against the wall next to your head, his other one tilting your chin up to look at him.

And Satan didn't have a happy expression on. "Why do you have to be so stubborn, ____...?! There was an interesting scene and...", he stopped talking when he took notice that your eyes weren't directed towards his, but a little more down.

Towards his...

"A kiss is what you wanted, right? naughty ____...", he whispered, and he relished in the fact that you were blushing in embarrassment as you averted your eyes and tried to give him a reason.

"n-no, I wasn't! I-I just wanted to bring you some croissants and t-tea!"

Satan chuckled before he leaned down to your face, his lips mere milimeters away from yours. "You wanted to share your first kiss with me, weren't you?", he asked softly, and you sighed.

"Yes...sorry for b-bothering you, if you want to, I can-mmh!?"

Satan's lips crashed against yours as he pecked your lips with ultimate passion. He kissed you again and again, praising you and thanking you for bringing him food and being so pretty that he can't stay mad at you for long.

You were left breathless as you slid down on a chair as you tried to catch your breath. "Next time, please tell me right away when you want a kiss, ____. I'm always happy to deliver you your wishes, alright?"

You nodded as you tried to calm down your fast heartbeat.

You were happy that your first kiss happened like that.

...

Asmodeus would have normally kissed you after you'd had asked, but he was applying some expensive make-up. He was doing his eye liner when you softly knocked on the door and stepped inside.

"Hey Asmo, what'cha doing?", you spoke quietly as to not disrupt him. "Applying some eyeliner...", he muttered as he slowly traced the line from the inside of his eyelid to the end of his eye.

You watched him for a while, looking at his beautiful face before your gaze stopped on his lips. "Hey...uh, Asmo?"

Asmo stopped shortly before turning to you. "What is it?"

"Uh...well...", you trailed off, and Asmo waited for you as he went back on applying the eyeliner. "I would like you to be my first kiss..."

Asmo's eyeliner went into his hair. he yelled with his mouth closed as he quickly stood up and went to the bathroom. You took a look at the makeup set. It was the one Asmo gushed about for months, and it was also quite expensive.

You felt bad.

You quickly went to the bathroom and knocked. "Asmo? I'm sorry...I didn't really look at the make-up set and-"

the door opened. Asmo's usual cheery smile was gone, instead laced with annoyance and boredom. "And?", he repeated sassily, leaning against the doorframe with his arms folded against each other in front od his chest.

"I ...just wanted a little kiss...I mean, I wanted to have my first kiss-"

"Your first?", the pretty boy asked, this time in disbelief. He couldn't imagine that your lips haven't gotten in contact with someone else's before, and you wanting him to be your first kiss?

He felt ecstatic, love for you, and shy, but he also felt very guilty. You just wanted to have a kiss form him -your very first- and he gave you an attitude over some make-up which didn't even fit well with his skin tone.

"Yeah...sorry again for the make-up -?!", you couldn't speak any further when you felt Asmo's, with sweet lipstick applied, lips on yours, in a sweet and tender kiss.

He stroked your cheek gently, and then his lips parted. "How was that?", he asked softly as he looked into your face, which looked absolutely perfect and etheral to him.

you blinked a few times before smiling giddily. "Perfect. Thanks.", and you giggled while hiding your face.

Asmo's face darkened, as he panted slightly, and his cheeks got red all of a sudden. "I could also be your first in se-" "No."

...

Beelzebub had bought a food from the human world he's never tasted before. It was a döner/ kebap, and he was nearly dying at the delicious smell.

The turkish burger was still hot, and Beel took his time to actually take a pic before eating slowly, bite after bite to relish in the otherworldy taste.

However, you showed up and sat yourself next to him. Today would be the day you'd ask Beel for a kiss. Your first kiss with anyone, and you wanted it to be Beel. I mean, you loved him, after all.

Beel's food was starting to go from hot to warm and he wanted to quickly bite down- "Say, Beel...could you be my first kiss?", you asked after he was about to swallow the first bite.

He choked on his food, and you grew panicked. You slapped him hard on his back and he coughed out the first bite, staring at it sadly and in dissappointment as it landed on the alumium-foil.

"My first bite...", he murmured, and he sighed. His appetite emptied rapidly. you then came to realization that this was Beel's first kebap, and he wanted it to be special. you just blew it.

"Wait, is this your first time eating kebap?! God, I am so sorry, Beel! Wait, I-I'll get you a new one-"

"No need...say, were you honest about the kiss part?", he then asked.

You blushed in embarrassment. "y-yes, but-" "Then kiss me. As a form of payment for ruining my moment with the first bite."

You blushed even more. "A-are you sure? I...I don't wanna pressure you-"

"____, if there's anyone in Devildom or the human world I'd like to kiss, it would be you. Now pelase hurry up or my kebap will grow cold."

you hesitated for a moment before you went towards Beel, whose cheeks darkened when you stepped closer. "Tell me when to stop...", you murmured before you pecked his lips softly.

You parted, and Beel kissed you back before you could say something. He placed the kebap on the table, forgetting about it the moment it left his fingers as Beel kissed you more and more feverishly, and in the end, you two made out, with Beel invading your mouth with his tongue.

You couldn't have asked for a better moment for a kiss from Beel.

(he ate it even after it got cold and invited you to a date afterwards.)

...

Belphegor was always asleep, so it never was a good moment to wake him up and ask him for a kiss. Still, you wanted to kiss that lazy bitch and woke him up by force.

"What the hell...?!", he groaned before he caught sight of you. "What do you want?"

"A kiss. My first kiss for you to take, actually.", you stated, crossing your arms in front of your chest. If it were for the other brothers were you'd ask for a kiss, you'd be shy and bashful, but you somehow fell for Belphie and here you were now.

Belphie looked at your thighs for a moment, remembering how he'd have the best naps on them, but he snapped out when you made an "ahem" sound. "So, you wanted a kiss and had to wake me for it? Couldn't you just wait until I was done sleeping?"

"And when would that be?"

"..."

"Nevermind, let me ask Lucifer-"

"I'm up! I'm up!", he exclaimed tiredly as he sat up as quick as possible. He sat up like a grandpa and even held his back.

"Come here.", he demanded, and you scooched over to him with a smile. 'Yes, finally, my first kiss!', you thought when you closed your eyes in anticipation.

Belphie looked at your face for a moment with a fond smile before dropping the smile, putting his lips against yours and then falling back down the bed and passing out on the spot again.

You were outraged.

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heyyyy, sorry if I didn't make it how you liked, I had to rethink what I was writing, because in Levi's part I wrote it so that they were doing a bet at first and the loser would have to do what the other one said, and that ending in a sweet kiss before I remembered your request and deleted the paragraphs💀

Anyways, it was actually fun, and I hope I wrote it how you'd expect it from me. If not, please tell me, I'll try to write it again, but better.

Read you in the next post!

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[writingquestionsanswered]

Hi, WQA! Thank you so much for all the advice you give! I'm not sure if you can help me out with my problem, so feel free to ignore me. For the last couple of months, I've been very motivated and I've been able to write quite a lot. I was so happy about it and excited to share my stories, but I've barely had any response by the people that read them. It has had a negative effect on me, and I'm slowly and surely losing the motivation to continue writing. So, I guess my question is, how/what can I do to continue writing even though I feel bad and I lose my motivation everytime that I get no response to my stories? Thank you!

Motivation Lost Due to Low Audience Engagement

This is a common thing for writers, whether it's low audience engagement on a fiction-sharing site, lack of ratings/reviews, or low book sales. However, the reality about publication is that there's a lot of competition and it can take a lot of time and effort to find an audience. Every story doesn't garner tons of engagement, and every book doesn't sell a ton of copies. So if you put a lot of weight in those things, the truth is you're bound to be disappointed. For that reason, it's very helpful for most writers to put more weight in the act of writing and publishing, but then let it go after that. Don't pay too much attention to ratings, reviews, comments, etc. And if you can't help glancing at them, just remember that a lack of visible engagement doesn't translate to a lack of interest. People can read your story without rating or leaving a comment, and they can read your book without buying it or rating it or leaving a review. Not engaging doesn't mean they didn't like it--it's just the reality that people don't usually take the time to engage unless their like or dislike was extreme. People don't often engage if they simply enjoyed something.

So... put more weight in what you get out of writing and sharing your stories. Try not to pay attention to ratings, reviews, comments, and sales--but if you do and they're low, remember that doesn't mean people aren't reading your stories/books or that people aren't enjoying them. Write for the people who love your stories, even if they don't always take the time to tell you so. And know that the more you write and share, the more your audience is likely to build, so in time, you may see that engagement build. There are a lot of free author summits, workshops, talks, guides, and articles that offer tips on how to build your audience and increase engagement, so you might find those helpful as well. ♥

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[changbinsboiledegg]

Hey :D

May I request headcanons with bf! Felix when is a kind of some home person if you get me. I mean really calm, introverted, have few friends, carrying and love to cook sweets ^^

Aw this is so cute! Thank you for the request and I'm sorry if it's too short or if they don't make sense :((( 🫶🫶

BF! Felix w/ GN! introverted S/O.

Warnings: None? It's just fluffy headcanons.

Note: I'm an introvert so if I said anything offensive here, I promise I didn't mean it in a bad way!!!! I also held back on any introvert jokes because I know all of us introverts are not the same LMAO anyways, I hope y'all enjoy and as always, ILY. Take care 🫶

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➫ I see Felix as a calm person so catch him vibing with a calm and introverted S/O.

➫ “I’m hanging out with my friend today.”

➫ Cue the “You have friends?” joke. Felix never means them in a rude way though. I just see him as a playful person (and calm), so expect a ton of jokes. Whether you’re the type to joke back with him or not, you’re both still everybody’s relationship goal.

➫ “Imagine being an extrovert.” - “Imagine being an introvert.”

➫ No but if you’re a caring person and he’s a caring person… Who cares for who?

➫ Both.

➫ Felix is feeling homesick? You’re already available and there to cheer him up in any way, giving him things that remind him of home or letting him tell stories/ swapping stories.

➫ You’re feeling down and don’t want to go outside? Felix has you covered. Your place is like his second home and so he has a spare key. If you’re a ‘hug’ type person, he’ll definitely have his arms around you until you decide you don’t want to hug any longer. If you’re not a ‘touchy’ type of person, Felix is ready to just listen to anything you have to say and offers words of encouragement and orders takeout so you won’t have to cook while you’re feeling down.

➫ I can see him also cooking for you himself. Depends on what you’re craving.

➫ You’re a homebody so dates out and about are pretty rare and once every week or two. The majority of your time spent together consists of cuddles on the couch or bed or a blanket on the floor while watching Netflix, Hulu, YouTube, or breaking out the DVD player to watch a movie or TV show you both like.

➫ Let’s not forget baking. Sweets are a must. You and Felix swap recipes and dedicate entire days to make and try each others ‘recipe of the day’.

➫ One time Felix suggested a bake off and now you two have an annual monthly bake off. But he always let’s you win so you had to get other judges to determine this. Whoever has the highest number of wins is up to you.

➫ Felix would also order for you when out at restaurants, call certain places for you, fix an order that was wrong because he knows you want to avoid the social interactions that come with getting the thing you ordered.

➫ “It’s okay, I’m fine with this.”

➫ “You paid for it. I’m going to get it corrected.”

➫ “No, seriously—” - “Sweetheart, I’m going to fix it.”

➫ Felix is not a Karen by the way!!!! He asked politely!!!!

➫ He just loves you and doesn’t want you to settle for less. ♡

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[starg1rlblog]

Hii! I have a revenge era Gerard way request. It's really dark but uh here goes. Gerard isn't a member of MCR, but rather a vampire who kills and kidnaps girls for fun (think of lestat from interview with the vampire but somehow more sadistic) and one day he kidnaps a girl, intending to just toy around with her for a few weeks but instead falls in love with her and become yandere level obsessed. Please include smut! Preferably something kinky with dom Gerard but no pet names or fetish gear or anything! Thanks in advance, I love your writing tons!

᳝ ࣪ ♥︎ — All Yours

a/n: you’re too kind! if there’s poor grammar n spelling…hmmm you didn’t see it.

pairings: vampire!gerard way x fem!reader

warnings : 18+, dubious, yandere undertones, mentions of kidnapping, manipulation, manhandling, mentions of creampie/breeding, biting

taboo content ahead! you are responsible for your own media consumption!

Gerard loved to play with his food. He watched the pretty women that crossed his path and swept them off their feet. He had them melting at his very touch but foolishly falling into his trap. He would keep them locked up to use however he pleased. Each and every one of them were eaten with empty veins by the end of the week. Unfortunately for you, you were no different. He scooped you up one night with intentions for another meal.

He kept you bounded to his bedpost with rope. Where you were used for one purpose — his enjoyment. You laid there with your wrists bruised, tugging against the restraints. Your limbs were sprouting bruises of purples and deep blues; along with bite marks from the vampire. Gerard fed off of you. You were a pure taste to his palette. Something extraordinary — something he wanted to taste forever.

As time went on Gerard found himself wrestling the thought of you each night. You tainted him — he was losing himself to you. So, he kept you longer than he intended. Gerard creeped through the room and towered over you. He loved how helpless you were. Gerard cupped your cheek. “How’s my sweet girl doing?” He asked as if there would be any decent answer. Instead, you looked up with soft dewy eyes and asked, “When can I go?” He scowled at you with pointed eyebrows. Gerard sat beside you and leaned close. Pushing your disheveled hair behind your ear. ��Why would you want to, hm?”

“It’s just ‘cause…” You mumbled meekly but stopped yourself to turn away with tearful eyes. “You’re always so mean to me.” Gerard proved your point by smacking you across the cheek. He gripped your face harshly to make you look at him. “What a stupid thing to say." He tauntingly shook your face side to side and whispered, "You can’t leave when you need me.”

With hot tears streaming down your face you grumbled a soft no. Gerard disagreed, “Yes, you do, you dumb girl. I took you so easily. Had it been someone else?” Gerard shoved your face away and brought his palm onto your bruised knee to rub it gently. “Someone bad?” He continued, “I’m protecting you since you couldn’t yourself, doll.”

“But what about my home? I-I have to go—“

“Shut up already.” Gerard gruffed, finding it hard to play nice with you anymore. He loved you too much to even consider releasing you. You were his.

Gerard smashed his lips onto yours. Letting his pointed fangs bite down on your lower lip, releasing soft dribbles of blood. He moaned as he tasted you. Holding onto the heated kiss, Gerard pushed himself between your legs and let his weight fall on you. Fumbling with his jeans he yanked them down below his thighs to release his hard cock. It sprung free with his tip flushed red — aching for you.

Gerard’s hands gripped the plush of your thighs to spread you farther apart. He rutted himself into you painfully slow. “Oh — fuuckk,” he seethed. You yanked against the restraints as you whimpered at the length of him. Your cunt still so sore from the countless fucks before but you were greedy and wanted more. You were choking his cock with your tight cunt. The vampire found it impossible to control himself. He kept his eyes fixated on you. He found you so beautiful this way; below him and completely under his control. Blood smothered on your lips and your eyes pinched shut with headed cheeks. You were embarrassed at how much you loved this.

Gerard brought his hands to your neck to keep you steady as he fucked into you. “that’s it — take it like a good whore,” Gerard moaned. He watched your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You were enjoying his cruel attention. The way he used you like you were nothing made you weak. “No one else can make you feel this good.” Each thrust growing harsher — fucking you like he hated you. Squeezing tighter around your neck, you squeaked out a gasp. “C’mon, needa hear that pretty mouth of yours say it. ” He demanded.

You couldn’t complete a coherent sentence. All you could do was nod profusely and babble, “m’only you.” Viscously milking his cock he couldn’t help but whine. Gerard gripped your jaw with one hand and groaned close, “So fucking tight.” His eyebrows furrowed with sweat glistening over his forehead. He can hear the blood pumping throughout your body from the intensity between you two. Gerard nuzzled into your shoulder biting down, unable to resist you. You hissed a stream of curses from the piercing pain of his fangs. It hurt so good. Gerard pulled back with groan. Basking in the taste of you. His lips covered in your blood, dribbling down his chin. Leaning down to kiss you, you taste yourself. The warm copper covered your tongue.

Gerard let his hands release hold of you and run down your body. “keep fucking me! Shit — just like that,” you whined, cock drunk. Gerard let his hands come between the two of you. He yanked your legs up and over his shoulders to be as deep as he could. Letting the tip of cock brush against your cervix. Gerard leaning closer and closer as his cock stretched you out. “Wanna cum inside you and make you mine.” He threatened. You yanked against the rope and yelped, “no, no — Uuhhh!” You mewled when your capturer’s thumb was rubbing against your swollen clit. Your eyes watered at the sensation. Twitching around his cock, he won’t last long. “Y’feel so fucking good. Just wanna fill you up.”

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[1rsoldiersince2012]

Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x Reader)

Words: 3512 (chapter 47)

actually just got the best idea of posting next chapter on valentines day for all the singles here (myself including) ♥

also - minors do not interact !

47. All 'thanks' to the Devil

"So, what has Matt Murdock planned for the upcoming weekend?" You ask, leaving the office at almost 7 PM. The cases had you worked up until the late evening, with a shit ton of paperwork to sign and send back. The last few weeks had been hectic with courtrooms, new clients and trying not to go out of business with almost no income. All because Matt didn't want to take money from you. Or from his actual clients. You've tried to talking some sense into him, even getting Karen to help change Matt's mind, but he refused to listen. Eventually you just gave up and tried to ignore all the food that clients began bringing to the office, instead of paying with actual money. The food was good, yet it doesn't pay the electricity bills.

Matt lazily walks down the stairs after you, one hand holding onto the railling, the other carelessly swinging his briefcase. "What's happening this weekend?"

"You really don't know?" You stop on the last step and turn back to look at him, perplexed.

"No, what is it?" He stops one step above you, towering like a statue in the late evening.

"It's Thanksgiving." You lean on the railing with your elbow, just an arm's reach from Matt.

"Oh, that." He laughs, "I don't really celebrate."

"You're just weird, and not in a good way, you know that?" You huff, still looking at him from below. If Matt could see, he'd be met with your lovely doe eyes.

"Awh, you broke my heart, y/n." He teases. Those few weeks after sending Fisk to prison were almost like honeymoon - fewer criminals and more time to spend with you. Yes, he has been sneaking out at night when he heard screaming and fighting, but he always returned to you sleeping soundly in his bed. It was hard to keep up with this, the guilt Matt felt when he kissed your forehead and left the warmth of your body to put on the suit has been collecting in his heart the same way dirt collects in the bottom of a river.

"Not the first time, if I remember correctly." You say, cheekily placing your hand on his waist, just above the end of his shirt. Matt feels his breath hitch somewhere in his lungs, but the warmth from your touch calms him. "Listen, Murdock, I thought that if you're not busy, maybe you'd like to go to my parents' house for the weekend?" Your fingers hook on the loops of his trousers and tug him forward.

"To your parents' house?" There's a note of fear and doubt in his voice. He's never been away from Hell's Kitchen for long and the thought of leaving people in need alone was almost crushing.

"Yeah, you know, to celebrate Thanksgiving."

"Really? I thought you were finally going to introduce me to your parents." He smirks, hand resting on your shoulder for support. You both agreed to keep whatever was going on between you two a secret for as long as possible. Not only because of the way Karen was constantly sending Matt heart eyes, but you also didn't want to make things in the office weird, especially after Matt and Foggy called truce. And, secret romance was as exciting as winning a case. Meeting your parents would mean a new step in your relationship; one he was willing to take.

"Well that comes with the whole dinner for free package." You lean forward on your tippity toes, "and maybe breakfast, if you're good."

"I'm always good." His smile becomes even bigger when you tug at his pants again.

"One might argue." You laugh, still keeping your hand firmly on Matt's body, feeling the muscles move when he leans forward to kiss your forehead.

"Well, if one might argue, then one might decline the delicious dinner offer." He says after pulling back and feeling your hand drop. Like an animal close to catching his prey, he comes around in half-circle to stand next to you.

"Don't be a dick now." Your hands find his body again, slowly pulling him closer to you by his tie. "Let's leave this place and just forget everything. At least for a day." His face is just inches away from yours and you whisper, "I'll make sure my dad doesn't kick your ass."

"Oh, that's awesome." He huffs before you place a chaste kiss on his lips. "I might think about it." He murmurs before your lips connect again, this time more demanding. "I think I need a little more convincing." Matt smiles, playing the game with you, before you roll your eyes and kiss him again, tongue teasingly touching his lips and you pull away before he could breach his way into your mouth.

"I'll leave you to make the decision, handsome." You pull away, leaving him needy and in thought. "You better hurry, I might just leave you here."

As Matt closes the doors of your car, you lock them from the inside, much to his surprise and rising suspicion. Your hand rests on his body again, slowly getting under his jacket through the coat and stops on his chest, feeling the heartbeat speeding up. "What are you doing?" Matt asks, feeling cornered in the passenger seat.

"So, what is your answer?" You ask near his face, breathing hot air on his cheek. The air in the car was cold and the contrast made him shiver.

"You really didn't give me much time to think." He smiles, hearing you pout.

"I need to know tonight, my dad is going to the grocery store tomorrow." You kiss his cheek, dragging your lips along his jawline and stop when you reach his chin.

"That's very little time for such tough decision, y/n." He can't hide his smile when you squeeze his shoulder under all the layers and kiss him on the lips.

"I can be very convincing." Your hand drops from his shoulder and slides all the way down until you reach his crotch and can't believe that he's already half hard. "Very, very convincing." You rub your palm on him, intently watching him suck a breath through his teeth.

"Y/n, we shouldn't be doing this here." He mumbles before your tongue makes its way into his mouth, demanding and hungry. He gives into it, tasting your lips again like for the first time, finding it hard to focus on one thing with the way your hands are on him, pulling at his belt, trying to touch him as roughly as possible.

"We're alone, relax." You pull away, breathless from the kiss and using both hands, although, quite uncomfortably in this position, unzip his pants and Matt lifts up his butt so you could push his underwear almost to his mid-thighs. Your hand immediately wraps around his hard cock. He gasps instantly, feeling both relaxed and tense. "I could watch you all day." You whisper sultry in his ear and almost hypnotized look at the way your hand comes up and down, and the sight makes your stomach flip. Matt can't say a word, mainly because there isn't a single coherent thought in his head, just your hot breath fanning against his cheek, and your hand tightly stroking his dick. You kiss the corner of his lips before your hand leaves his erection and the instant coldness makes him shiver. He almost protests, wanting you to finish what you've started but then he hears shifting on the driver's seat and slight huffing as you struggle to make yourself comfortable with those suit pants. "What are you doing?" He asks again, the same question, yet different meaning, expectations high for a different answer.

You say nothing, finally comfortable on the seat, kneeling on the left side of Matt, heels pushed against the door. You lean forward, taking Matt's cock in your hand again and licking the tip. He almost cums on the spot, hands desperately searching for something to grasp and fingers finally tighten on the door handle. "Y/n..." he mouths without sound, eyebrows tightly knitted together, his left hand slipping into your hair and subconsciously pulling at the roots. You roll your eyes and refrain from making a sound at his action and start sucking him. At first, slowly, setting a pace and he pulls your head up for a moment. The hand holding the door handle comes off and he swiftly collects all your hair and one place, making a ponytail. You appreciate the action and continue your previously interrupted activity, hot tongue moving along his veiny dick faster and faster.

The gear shift is uncomfortably pressing into your breast, creating a strange friction; a grunt leaves Matt's mouth, so filthy and so desperate, his hands starts unconsciously pressing your head further on his dick, but he's not harsh. He doesn't want you to do things that you're not comfortable with. He's not one of those guys who needs to hear women choke and gag on their dicks, what difference it would make, if your hand, playing with his balls and the base of his cock that your mouth doesn't reach, does a perfect job? Of course, if you did, he wouldn't mind, but he certainly wasn't going to make you do it.

Lost in the rhythm of your mouth, he felt himself getting closer. Light shaking in his hips told you that he didn't have long left and you pull away, licking your lips. Breath knocked out of your lungs, breasts aching with desire and need to be touched, panties most certainly wet and knees hurting - you were a mess, just as Matt was a complete mess under your touch. You glance at his lower lip, tightly trapped behind his teeth, almost to the point of being bloody and flushed face and almost stop your hand from touching yourself. Awarding him with a kiss, you push your tongue into his mouth, wanting him to taste himself on your tongue, to feel the saltiness of the precum and the absolute desire that was possessing you. Matt groans, hands not letting go of your hair and your cheek; he inhales the air of the car, everything making him even hornier, if that was possible. He knew that your wet panties were sticking to your tight suit pants and if you wiggled your butt enough, you'd most certainly would've created some friction. He felt that in the air, you wanted to ease the tension, wanted to slip your fingers and rub your clit, yet you were almost punishing yourself with the way you solely focused on pleasuring him. He knew that even if his hand slightly brushed over your breast, you'd come undone.

"So," you say, hand slowly going up and down on his dick, calmer than before, but enough to drive him over the edge. "You've thought enough now?" You kiss his cheek, over and over again, purposely avoiding his lips, waiting for his answer. Matt laughs but doesn't say a word. "Are you coming, Matt?" You ask, holding him tigher and he sucks a breath in, "are you coming over, honey?" You ask again, your head against his, Matt's fingers tightening around your hair and you suddenly pick up a harsh, almost punishing rhythm and try to get him off quicker, mouth watering at the sight of your hand on his big veiny dick.

Matt grunts again, this time it comes out so dirty that you roll your eyes to the back of your head but manage to keep him on the edge, so close, but not close enough. "Are you coming?" You repeat your question, this time louder, still keeping the pace, he's almost there, you know from the way he takes short breaths and furrows his eyebrows. "Answer me." You demand into his ear and he finally nods, desperate for this to end. "I want you to say it. Say it Matt, are you coming?" He knows that this question is laced with double meaning, one obvious for this current situation down his pants, and the other - the unanswered question about the dinner.

It takes approximately 5 seconds for him to finally answer, the dominance of your actions and that tone - he was a gone man. "I am, I'm coming-" words get stuck in his throat when you, finally satisfied with the answer, wrap your mouth around his cock again, taking it all in and swallowing. He lets out a guttural moan, hips rising to meet your mouth, head thrown back and chest rising with every breath that he takes.

A moment later, you finally rise up and breathe heavily, a smile dancing on your lips. "Told you that I am good at convincing."

He feels weak, tired and satisfied at the same time. Matt's hand, stretched out, looks for your face and when he finally hooks his fingers behind your ear, you are pulled into a breathless, dirty kiss. He tastes himself again, but this makes the kiss even hotter. "Too good." He whispers when you pull away, knees already tired from this position and you slide down your seat, making yourself comfortable.

The windows of your car are fogged from the inside, hot air inside contrasting with the cold wind outside. Even if someone was passing, surely nothing could've been seen. Matt shivers, remembering that he's exposed at the moment, but doesn't hurry to pull his pants up. You open your eyes that you closed just a second ago and when his hand comes to squeeze your thigh, almost touching your core. You wanted him now - either his dick or his fingers inside you, but much to your own surprise, you push his hand away. "Don't get too greedy." He smiles, and reluctantly, pulls his hand away, finally pulling his pants up. You turn on the ignition, waiting for the windows to cool, "you'll get your piece when the time comes."

"Oh, is that soon?"

"Very soon." You say and touch his cheek with the back of hand before driving out of the parking lot.

*** Apparently 'soon' wasn't the next day. And not the day of your trip to your parents house. Matt felt slightly betrayed by the way you were giving him blue balls for two days in a row. But something told him that just the night after you dropped him off at his place and returned to yours, you definitely stuck your fingers inside of you and came, probably more than once to the fresh memory of him coming in your mouth in the front seat of your car. Just the thought of it made him feel a tingle down there and he shifted in his seat.

"Is it still cold?" You ask, noticing the slight movement in the corner of your eye and shift gears, "I'll have my dad to look over it, I swear something's wrong with the heating." He was right. You did masturbate when you returned to your apartment, almost immediately when you dropped all your clothes on the bathroom floor and turned on the shower. He was right, you came twice.

"No." Matt answers immediately, but then thinks again. "Maybe a bit."

"I knew I wasn't imagining it." You smile briefly when you hear one of your favorite bands on the radio. Muse. Their music had you in a chokehold throughout your entire highschool and it wasn't better when Twilight came out. Although it was a bit crappy movie, the scene with Muse's song made you close your eyes at the imperfection.

"So..." Matt turns to face you, the seatbelt digging into his shoulder, "what's your dad like?"

"Are you scared?" You smirk, adjusting your hands on the wheel.

"Should I be?"

"A bit, yeah." You sigh, "everyone keeps saying that I'm a lot like him."

"So we're going to get along just fine."

You can't help but laugh, glad to stop by the red light. "Your humor is admirable, Matt, truly."

"What? Is he really that bad?" Matt smiles, slightly confused.

"If you're a man, yes. Especially if you're my man." You tap your fingers on the wheel, letting the words sink in. My man.  Matt felt his heart flutter. "My ex has him wrapped around his finger. I curse the day I agreed to go to prom with him."

"Wow, then I'm up against a tough opponent."

"Yeah, believe me. What makes it worse is that Robert's a nice guy. Dealing with exes is not easy, right?" You briefly turn to look at him when the light changes to green. "What about you? Any woman I should worry about?"

"Uh... It's all in the past, so no." But Matt's words are not reassuring. Elektra. He hasn't heard from her since college, when she almost screwed up his graduation. But right now, he didn't miss Elektra at all. In fact, he didn't even think about her, when he had you, sitting by his side all the time, full of joy and life. So beautiful like a gust of wind on a hot summer's day.

"Hm." You only hum, not really feeling the need to discuss past lovers. What truly matters is the present. He's glad you're not asking questions and you fall into a comfortable silence.

*** 

Forty minutes later, you're already parking your car in front of your parents' house. The late November wasn't particularly grateful with daylight, and by the time you drove here, it was almost dusk. You get out of the car, inhaling full lungs of fresh air. Home. The house was still the same as you remembered, no different from the other brick houses on the street, but still so dear to you. 

"Can I carry something?" Matt's soft tone brings you back from your thoughts, and you turn around to look at him.

"Only the flowers." Of course, Matt insisted on buying your mother a nice bouquet of flowers on their first meeting. A true gentleman. You grab the apple pie you baked before leaving and with one final look at the last light of the sunset, you place your hand on Matt's elbow. His grip on the flowers tightens, the swing of his white cane is quick and almost enthralling. 

"Should we knock?" He asks, when his cane hits a hard wall of the house. 

"I'll do it." You knock gently, but loud enough for people inside to hear. Matt hears how the TV gets muted and a shuffling of slippers comes closer and closer to them. It felt like it was just the two of you against the whole world. Both holding onto each other tightly, afraid that if someone comes in between, you both might just fall apart like ancient heroes and their lovers, destined only to suffer. The doors open just a second later-

"I can't believe my eyes." A rough voice reaches Matt's ears, and his best guess is that your dad was looking at you as if he saw a ghost. "Y/n?" He steps through the threshold, embracing you in a tight hug.

"Hi, dad." You whisper into his broad shoulder, inhaling the smell of home. He pulls away and looks at Matt in question. Your mother appears, and her smile is brighter than the whole sky. You push the pie in your dad's hands and hug her with both of your hands. The faint smell of turkey and spices reminds you of all the times you celebrated Thanksgiving with your parents... And all the times you did not.

"So glad to see my beautiful daughter, just look how she glows, look Harold, isn't she just like an angel?" You mother's fingers gently pinch your cheeks, just like they did when you were little. Her eyes dart to Matt, standing just a bit behind you, small smile on his lips. "And who's this handsome?"

"Mom, dad, this is Matt. We wanted to make a surprise, so that's why I didn't tell you about us coming here." You say, and Matt quickly understands that you lied before when you said that your dad needs to know about this before his trip to the supermarked. Clever little fox you were.

Matt extends his hand, quickly folding the white cane and pushing it under his elbow. Your father is the first one to shake hands with him, one firm grip meeting another. Harold's eyebrows shoot up a bit, from the unexpected strength  from a blind man. "I'm Harold Y/l/n."

"Matt Murdock. Nice to meet you, Sir. I've heard a lot about your work in the force." Matt smiles, and your father's hand is quickly replaced by your mother's. "Mrs Y/l/n, pleasure to meet you. Y/n said that you might like these," Matt gives your mother the flowers and she sighs, delighted, "something smells very good."

"Fantastic sense of smell! I'm Camilla, and oh, the flowers are just beautiful."

You watch their interraction, somewhere deep inside afraid that this bubble of a perfect world might collapse soon. Your mother takes the flowers and turns back, urging you to go inside. "Murdock you say? I heard a thing or two about your father. One hell of a man he was." You faintly hear your dad's voice, before every bit of happiness washes away from your body when you see him standing in the kitchen, a stupid grin on his face.

"Hello, y/n."

#matt murdock #marvel daredevil #foggy nelson #matt murdock x reader #bound by law #netflix daredevil #marvel #daredevil #matts superhearing complicates things for you #lawyers #matt murdock fanfic #matthew murdock #matt murdock x you #human disaster matt murdock #matt murdock smut

[breezypunk]

Just a couple of random shots of my boys I took while testing mods. This is probably my new favorite nomad outfit of Goro's, along with his new tattoo. Also I made this tattoo with nomad Goro in mind, however seeing him with it out of nomad clothes, I am keeping it on him permanently for sure, and he may or may not have been influenced by Vaughn to get ink, since he's always admired Vaughn's tattoos. Especially the way Vaughn detailed every piece of art on his body like poetry. "It has meaning, they all do. Especially the one that says Goro in the middle." (pointing to the tat on his tummy). Which than prompted Goro to get Vaughn's name on his chest. After being together for 5 years, he didn't feel so weird about it anymore.

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These were more recent photos I took. You can see Vaughn's name on his chest, and I thought it was a sweet placement, right near his heart. Vaughn has Goro's name tattooed more near his.. lower area, and did that as a little gag, cos he likes messing with Goro. But Goro actually found it endearing, Vaughn is goofy and silly, and that was one of the main things Goro fell in love with. The contrast in these photos is so crazy to me. Nomad Goro is more my canon, although I do enjoy putting him in all types of situations haha. (Zombie and Vampire AU my beloveds). This post was mainly just an excuse to show off multiple sets since I couldn't decide which to post, there's so many I have hidden and kept to myself, but I really love these photos. ~ ~ ~ ~ I've always wanted these two to have a fun and silly dynamic between them. They've both been through hell and back in their lives before they met each other, and even after they met they still went through the wringer. It brought them closer together, made them fall even harder, and Goro was very aware of Vaughn's out there personality, which was something he really really loved, as annoying as he is sometimes! I guess you can say Vaughn rubbed off on him, he def lightened up a ton in Vaughn's company. There's also so much I could talk about as far as Goro being a nomad goes, I'll talk about that separately another time. :) That version of him is very near and dear to me, so so so so important, and I'm glad I could give him that. So yeah! Anyways sorry for rambling, lol. I'm nuts about these two. ♥

#cyberpunk 2077 #shippy saturday #oc: vaughn leblanc #goro takemura #otp: golden hues #takemura x v #takemura goro #nomad v #nomad goro #male v #my screenshots #queue mean the world to me #- #man I really decided to talk xD #I don't talk about them enough honestly #I wanna change that #I wanna talk about goro more I wanna love him more (don't know how that is possible at this point lmao) #I just love and miss them <3

[capn-twitchery]

do you have any tips for drawing expressions? it’s one thing that I always notice about your art, I love how expressive your characters are.

thank you so much!! it really means a ton bc expressions are one of the things i've focused & worked the hardest on over the years :D ♥

which ALSO MEANS--HA, YOU ACTIVATED MY SPECIAL INTEREST TRAP CARD i am now going to talk at you all for far too long about it >:) buckle up!

prefacing this by saying i Love animation, this makes me biased as hell with where i get my sources + how i study art. anyway!

i think my biggest #1 tip is don't be afraid to get goofy with it--characters don't have to look cool and stoic all the time, they can be silly! if an expression reads better, but looks a little off-model, do it anyway! make that guy look weird!

i draw little thumbnail expressions a Lot, whether for actual art or for just fun doodling. i don't have any recent ones to hand-- but here's some from a while ago. they help a ton to figure out what works quickly without worrying about actual facial features

they also help to see if i can push an expression further, it's easier to test out weird things on a tiny round doodle and then translate that into an actual drawing later on. pushing expressions To The Limits is a really good exercise in itself!

gonna put the rest under the cut bc it's getting long & i have a lot more to say

ok this in itself is a whole topic i can go on about for hours, but i'll try to keep it semi brief--i Love considering how different characters would show emotions! how one character would express sadness, how that would be different to another, how one character would smile vs. another, stuff like that!

related, giving characters individual expression quirks. twitch's :3 mouth & lazy lidded eyes if you could see them anyway & Very Smug Eyebrows, while grace has heavy low eyebrows & sad puppy eyes & usually looks at least 10% unsure at all times. it makes every single twitch smile look slightly not genuine and makes grace look. well. you know. the quirks are really fun to think of, and it makes drawing expressions feel a lot more fun when you personalise them!!

expressions can be easier to think of when you put characters in scenarios & consider how they'd react. it can also help to think of the character Moving/talking, instead of as a static image. mini comics or just adding dialogue to art helps a lot with this, i've only just started doing it and i'm having a blast!!

ok this one is weird and hard to explain and might only be applicable to me bc i can't see images in my brain-- but i'll throw it out there just in case! lots of artists make faces in the mirror to reference their own expressions, but it's never worked for me

i Do still act stuff out in my brain & make faces irl, but instead of doing it in the mirror, i just make the expression & consider how my face is moving in Words? ok for example This Comic, last panel for twitch--i'd run through the dialogue in my head and move around how i feel like they would, and list it off in Words--raised eyebrows, closed eyes, tilted head, etc etc. then i have a framework to base the expression on! and i don't need to stare into my own face in the mirror for reference. no mirror needed at all, actually. win/win. i do this for body language too

(yes this makes you look insane btw. sorry. if you do it too long best case scenario you get very dextrous eyebrows and worst case scenario you might start making cartoon character faces irl (or both) (i'm both))

not sure how much it helps specifically with expressions outside of animation, but it's a fun exercise--learning the limits of a character's face, animation calls it squash & stretch. drawing a face in the two most extreme states. so on character expression sheets you'll see weird faces like this⤵️ that's what that is

another exercise, i always have a ton of art saved that i like the expressions of. usually a lot of concept art for films. i'll do studies of them & redraw them, and/or take ocs and redraw them with those expressions! it's a great way to look at how other artists do stuff and yoink bits you like.

you'll hear this a lot if you look up Any art tips, but references & studies are great. i get a lot of inspo from disney concept art bc their artists are very talented people, but currently i hope disney studios' own hubris eats it alive. i want to see mickey mouse buried in a hole, the rat bastard. anyway some places i personally take inspiration from:

i look at a lot of animation concept art, some good sources are characterdesignreferences, livinglineslibrary, there's pdfs of animation art books all over the place too.

specific concept artists i like are jin kim & shiyoon kim !! they do Great expressions.

outside of film industry, tealin and tracy butler of lackadaisy cats are some inspirations! tracy butler has a great expressions tutorial here

if you find this stuff interesting & like reading, the illusion of life by ollie johnston & frank thomas is an incredible insight into the thought process behind stuff like this! there's a pdf here, unfortunately just a scanned copy but worth a read if you like this stuff!! specifically chapters 'character development', 'animating expressions & dialogue', and 'acting & emotions'

sorry that was an essay and a half but hopefully it was a little bit helpful!! i always love talking about this stuff so if you want anything clarified/just wanna talk about it more i am Always ready to go off >:3

#inquiries #solreefs #i have no idea how to explain these things in a way that feels Tangibly Helpful but i do love talking about it #hopefully it helps a Bit!! ty for giving me the excuse to go off hehehe #i wanted to do doodles to go along with stuff but my arms are achey today #alas. words will have to do #fredspeaks

[farfromharry]

I put a spell on you | Eddie Munson fic

Eddie Munson x Witch!Reader

Summary: Eddie stumbles upon a house in the middle of the woods that contains something he never expected. What happens next is a lot of crazy shit, that takes him on a rollercoaster of emotions. But what he got out of it was a pretty great girlfriend and confirmation that magic was real, and badass.

Word count - 13,632

Warnings - language maybe, slight angst

a/n this isnt my favourite cause i feel like its rushed in some places, but oh well

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Eddie Munson was a complete idiot. Only he could head to a spot he had been a thousand times– granted it was within a shit ton of trees that all looked familiar– and still get lost. He was supposed to only be an hour, that’s what he’d told his uncle. But now, according to the watch on his wrist, it had been upwards of three considering all his wandering in circles. Or maybe it wasn’t circles as he eventually stumbled on a home built deep inside a cluster of trees, which hadn’t been there before.

It was all by itself, which should have been both awesome and slightly terrifying. If horror movies had taught him anything, it was that he shouldn’t trust a house isolated in the middle of nowhere. But unless he wanted to freeze out here tonight, he didn’t have many options.

A knock on your door was enough to make you freeze. You didn’t get visitors, ever, and you hadn’t planned on starting now. The whole point of your home being out in the middle of nowhere was so that none of those wretched people from town bothered you. It wasn’t like they had ever treated you or your kind with any sense of kindness. It was safe to say you were a little timid to open the door and find out who was on the other side.

“Who’s there?” you called. You didn’t know if telling them you were inside was the wrong move. That didn’t occur to you until after you had already spoken. But that was a consequence you’d deal with if whoever was on the other side of that door was dangerous.

There was a beat of silence, then a creak that came from the old boards that made up the stairs to your home. It was telling you whoever there was shifting their weight from foot to foot. “Uh, hi, I-I’m Eddie,” he started. He already had underlying nerves from being in the creepy woods of Hawkins in the middle of the night, but talking to a stranger he couldn’t see wasn’t helping his fears. “I was out, working–” he cringed, he was such an idiot. He didn’t really know how much drug dealing was classified as a job, nor did it classify lying to a stranger about it. “And I sort of got lost. I didn’t mean to find this place, but I have no idea how to get home from here. Do you think you could help me?”

He sounded harmless, though you didn’t know if it was too early to make that observation. It could all be a big facade. There was also always the possibility that you were overthinking it, he could be telling the whole truth.

“I’m a stranger. You’re not worried I’m going to murder you or something?”

“People actually thought I was a murderer last year,” he said. It hit him only after he said it that he absolutely should not be telling you that. “Oh, my god. I’m not a murderer, I swear. I shouldn’t have said that, that makes me sound really bad. I’m sorry.”

You cracked open the door, only slightly, to catch sight of him. Through the small gap you were able to see him where he stood. His hair was long, clothes dark, chains hanging from his jeans and around his neck, as well as chunky rings lining his fingers. To anyone else, he might look scary, but somehow seeing him in front of you, rather than just his voice, made him less intimidating.

“Hi,” he said. The small smile that creeped onto his face made you want to smile. There was something about the look of pure innocence on his face that made excitement bubble in your chest. It was that look that made you pull the door open further.

Just as you’d been surprised to see what Eddie looked like, he too was surprised to see you. You were far from what he pictured some rando who lived in the middle of the woods would look like. A hell of a lot prettier than he’d been imagining. He couldn’t help but admire you while he stood there, the gray flowy dress you were wearing, tied in with a corset type thing around your waist, a cardigan thrown over your top half to keep you shielded from the cold. You were pretty, so pretty that it almost made Eddie nervous– so nervous he wouldn’t be able to speak to you.

“I have a map inside somewhere. Come in, I’ll show you how to get out of here.”

The sound of your voice snapped him out of his daze, his head nodding instantly. “Okay, thank you. That’s great. Amazing.” He willed himself to shut up when you looked at him oddly, stepping outside to let him into your home.

He took a seat on one of the brightly coloured chairs that sat in the middle of the room, after you gave him the okay of course. The place was strangely decorated, but he loved it, it was cozy. It wasn’t like his home or any of his friend’s homes, but maybe that was what made it so enchanting. You left him there, only a few feet away while you rummaged through drawers in your living room. You knew the map had to be in one of them somewhere.

“What’s your name?”

You hadn’t been expecting him to speak, so he had caught you off guard a little bit. “Huh?” you questioned, head briefly turning in his direction.

If he was bothered by the fact you didn’t answer right away, he didn’t show it. He flashed you a comforting smile, repeating himself. “I told you my name. What’s yours?” He was genuinely curious to know, and you had never had an individual show such interest in wanting to get to know you– not that you could really claim he was getting to know you, asking your name wasn’t much. At this point in your life, you guessed you just wanted a friend. Maybe Eddie would be your best shot.

“Oh. Y/N.” You smiled at him as warmly as you could. For a few moments you paused in your searching, giving him your complete attention. You didn’t know much about making friends, but surely in order to make them they would probably want your undivided attention when they were speaking.

You regretted it instantly though, when you noticed the flash of something across his face. You couldn’t tell if it was recognition or confusion.

“Y/L/N?” he questioned.

You swore your heart stopped beating. It was never a good sign when someone could guess who you were, usually that meant they’d heard of you, and you didn’t like not knowing what he’d heard about you. “Yeah. How’d you know?” He could probably hear the fearful waver in your voice.

“You’re Y/N Y/L/N?” he almost yelled. When you shrunk in on yourself, he realized that was probably the wrong thing to say. It had been a mix of shock and complete disbelief that he was in the presence of something who was nothing but a legend to the kids of Hawkins high. It was wrong, especially if you were such a sweetheart like you were proving to be, but you were like a ghost story in that school. He’d heard so many rumors about you and the awful things you’d done. But now that he was standing here, you must have been around the same age, you couldn’t have done all these horrible things people claimed you had.

After his small outburst, he apologized quietly, wanting to try and make the mood a little lighter. He wasn’t always great at finding the best stuff to say in these situations though. “Y’know everyone in town thinks you’re a witch, right?”

You let out a breath, refusing to meet his eyes, turning back around to the set of drawers around you. “Yeah,” you confirmed. You knew what people said, they’d claimed these things about your family for years, it wasn’t anything new now.

He didn’t know why you were so unbothered with the news. “Like everyone.” He thought emphasizing might get a better reaction out of you.

Still no reaction like he thought he would get though. Instead you said something that flipped his whole world on its head, completely. “Well they’d be right,” you told him. The information was stated like it was a simple fun fact or something, not a piece of information that confirmed to Eddie there were even more supernatural beings in Hawkins– outside of the upside down– than he originally believed. This town just got weirder and weirder by the day.

He laughed, like a complete maniac, then came to a halt when he realized you were deadly serious. It was slightly amusing to you to hear his laughter trail off like that, but you had just found the map of the forest you were looking for, so your attention was elsewhere. “Wait, actually?”

“Unfortunately. But that’s not important right now, I have the map.” You stalked over to him, dodging all the plant pots you had scattered around the floor. You rolled out the paper on the table beside where he was sitting, beginning to point out where you were right now. You were planning to point out a perfectly clear path he could take that would lead him somewhere near the old, abandoned burger place on the edge of town. From there you assumed he knew his way home.

You heard him scoff. “What do you mean that’s not important? Do you know how cool it is to meet a witch?” He sounded genuinely excited, and it made your chest feel all fuzzy.

You sighed. “I just want to help you get home.”

It seemed he had lost all interest in ever getting back there. Even as you had the map laid out, finger on your location planning to show him the way he needed when he knocked at your door, he showed no care. He was more bothered about seeing you perform a spell or something. Sure a lot of supernatural things had happened to him in the past year, all bad, but this could be the first good one he got to experience. It could permanently alter his mindset on the supernatural— back to the way he used to perceive them as in his fantasy books and games— and you would be to thank. “Can you show me? Like, I don’t know, wave your magic wand or something.”

“I don’t have a magic wand.”

“Well that’s lame. What do you have?”

Your eyes scanned the room, eyes squinted in thought of what you could possibly do to prove to this man that you were what you claimed to be. In hindsight, you could cast a spell, you just didn’t think there were any basic enough to keep his attention, but not freak him out. The only other thing you could think to do, was throw some ingredients together, and make him something he could drink. “I can make you a potion.”

He didn’t know why you were so apprehensive, that sounded so cool in his mind. “Hell yeah. Let’s do it.”

You beamed, collecting the stuff you needed for a simple potion. The map and the idea of getting Eddie home was abandoned for the sake of this new task. Ingredients were grabbed, from the top of your head, and tossed into a small black tub that Eddie would insist was a cauldron. It didn’t matter how many times you told him it wasn’t, he didn’t care. He believed what he wanted to believe. When mixing you were a little concerned that the color was off. It was slightly more pink than it usually was, but you didn’t pay it any mind, it didn’t feel like a big deal. Before you could think too much of it, he spoke up and caught your attention.

“You know, you aren’t what I thought you’d be,” he concluded, sounding as though he was deep in thought. If he had said that twenty minutes ago, you might have felt like crawling into a hole and never leaving again. But you had come to see he was harmless. He tended to just think out loud, and as dangerous as that could be some times, it was endearing when he did it.

Your brows raised, head cocking to the side out of curiosity. “Oh yeah? What did you think I’d be like?”

He was quiet, like he was really taking the time to think it over. “Like one of those witches from a movie, I guess. Maybe green with a cackle, and some sort of evil vendetta against a girl from Kansas. Have you seen the wizard of Oz?” You couldn’t help but chuckle at his weird comparison. You’d thought he was getting a little too specific at some point, but it quickly made sense afterward. It didn’t surprise you that his only perception of witches he had was from some old movie.

“I have. Can’t say I’m like the wicked witch of the west though, Eddie.” He narrowed his eyes, squinting at you like if he looked hard enough he would maybe see some sort of comparison. You huffed, rolling your eyes. “I’m not a witch from a movie!”

He still wasn’t entirely convinced. After all the media he’d consumed about witches, telling him they were all similar and fitting into a stereotype, he refused to believe you didn’t fit at least one aspect. “So, you really don’t have a magic wand? Or a pointy hat? Even a broom?” There were probably more things he could list of if he thought about them, but he was just throwing out things from the top of his head right now.

“No,” you deadpanned.

Apparently he still wasn’t done. One look around your home told him there was a single question that he knew would get you. “Do you have a black cat?” There were small clues that told him there was a cat of some kind at the very minimum that frequented here— like the food bowl and the few loose toys dotted around the place. He was just praying to any God that would listen that it happened to be a black one.

“I–“ You paused in your denial very quickly, eyes turning to slits so you could glare at him. You didn’t like being caught out. “There’s a stray that comes by sometimes. I feed him, but that’s it.”

He cheered loudly. “I knew it!”

You didn’t want to let him relish in the teeny tiny victory you’d accidentally granted him for too long. You quickly tried to change the subject to other topics. “Just take this.” You stretched your arm out to him, leaving the potion only inches away from his face.

“What is it?” Eddie Munson wasn’t the kind of guy that questioned things usually. If this was any of his other friends offering him a drink like this, he probably would have taken it without a second thought. But he considered the fact this was only your first meeting and he barely knew you, and thought maybe it’d be safer to ask this once. Plus, it would show Wayne that he’d taught him a little bit of something in terms of stranger danger. That would make the older Munson feel slightly accomplished.

With a sigh, you nudged it in his direction again, hoping he would take the slightly weighted glass from you. “A love potion.” It was simple, but it made his eyes widen slightly. He didn’t recover for a few seconds, looking between the pink tinted liquid and your face. But then he realized you were waiting on him to say something, or make a move, and a smirk curled at the corner of his mouth.

“You want me to fall in love with you?” he inquired, dramatically wiggling his eyebrows. Your cheeks heated up, jaw gaping slightly. A beat passed before you regained yourself enough to know what to say. He startled you as much as you did him.

“Well, you’ll fall in love with the first person you see. You could look in a mirror I suppose,” you suggested. “I might be a recluse but I’ve heard self love is important these days,” you teased.

He laughed, the sound like music to your ears. “What if I want to fall in love with the pretty witch?” You didn’t know if this was still teasing or if he was being genuine now. You weren’t really a good indicator at telling the difference between the two emotions. You opted to believe he was still going down the route of jokes the two of you were cracking.

“Then drink it and you’ll be head over heels for me in seconds.” You were only teasing, the one you had actually given him was just supposed to make him start with hysterical laughter– completely harmless. Or so you thought. He didn’t wait a second before drinking it, which was concerning in more than one way. Not only had he taken a strange drink from a random person he’s never met before, but it was one that was supposed to make him fall in love with said random person. “You really shouldn’t take stuff from strangers, you know.”

He shrugged, setting the glass down now that the liquid was all gone. “Even if they’re really pretty?” he countered.

“What?” you asked, freezing in place.

“You’re really pretty. Like, really pretty. Shame you live out in the woods all by yourself, you’d break hearts left and right downtown.”

The sudden burst of flirtation, and the way his pupils were practically heart shaped as he stared at you, meant only one thing. You’d messed up with the potions. The ingredients were so similar that it must have been a slight of hand or something, you must have gotten distracted while he was talking to you. This was bad. The one possible shot at friendship you’d had in twenty-one years might have just been ruined. “Oh, no,” you muttered. “Oh, no. That was not meant to happen.”

Even an hour later you were still in a state of panic over Eddie. You were pacing, had been for a while, trying to come up with a solution while simultaneously ignoring the man’s attempts at confessing his love for you. You weren’t just embarrassed, you were completely mortified, and you felt terrible for putting him through this. There really went your chance at making a friend today.

You pulled your spell book from off the shelf, hoping Eddie wouldn’t see it and make some comment about how much of one of those film witches you looked like right now. You flicked through desperately, trying to find if there was a counter potion or spell or anything that could be used to snap him out of this. But two whole read throughs of the book and you still came up empty. It left you to feel useless and so apologetic to the poor man who just wanted directions. The worst part was, you didn’t know him well enough to find someone who could help.

“Eddie, is there someone I can call for you, at home, to let them know you’re staying with someone tonight?” You didn’t want his loved ones to worry that he’d gone missing or something along those lines. A part of you was worried that he wouldn’t be able to get you a straight answer, but you didn’t really know how much a love potion messed with someone’s rational thinking.

He was quiet, so you didn’t think he’d heard you or understood what you were asking. You sighed, slouching in the seat you were in. You felt so useless. “There’s Wayne,” he muttered, still staring at you dreamily.

“Wayne? Okay. Can you give him a call for me?”

Every move he made was slow and thought out, but his eyes never once left your figure. When he was on the phone to whoever Wayne was, he sounded so airy and distant, you would be surprised if the man on the other end of the line didn’t notice something was up with him. But the call ended and it seemed no questions were raised, so you let it go. “What do we do now?” he asked, a silly grin on his face when you came into his vision again after setting the phone down.

Not once did you think your night would be ending with a random, potion drunk, man sleeping on your couch, but here you were. “Just get some sleep. We’ll figure this out tomorrow.”

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The next morning, you stuck to your promise. You had almost forgotten Eddie was even at your place, but then you turned over in your bed and found him sitting nearby, staring right at you, and you were officially creeped out. It startled you a little bit, but it was your fault so you let it slide. “Um, I’m gonna find a solution for this today,” you told him. It wasn’t a promise as such that you’d be successful, but you were going to do everything you possibly could to help him. 

You got ready as well as you could with a lovesick puppy by your side, occasionally having to pause for deep breaths when you ended up on the verge of snapping at him. Then it was back to work, book after book rummaged through for anything that could help. While he distracted himself rummaging through your stuff, you were deeply focused.

You felt as though you could have pulled your hair out with how difficult it was. “This isn’t working!” you huffed. The volume of your tone captured Eddie’s attention, the man turning to you with a frown. It looked like at that moment he would go to the ends of the earth to figure out a solution for you. In fact, that was what he was going to try and do. A sight that was enough to force out at least some of the tension from your body. 

He was on his knees in front of you, your hand clasped tightly in his two. “What can I do? How can I help?” he asked. He almost choked on his words from trying to get them out too quickly. 

If it wasn’t so endearing you might have laughed. “Do you know anyone that could figure this out? Even just a nerd who’s really into magic or something?” You weren’t very hopeful, he seemed a little bit like a loner. There was a tiny chance he would know the perfect guy, but his silence wasn’t promising. 

“Henderson,” he muttered. It was so quiet that you couldn’t hear him. It just sounded like a strange murmur to you. 

“What?”

“Dustin Henderson. A nerd who’s really into magic.” He looked proud of himself. His one goal had been to impress you, and by the look on your face, that was exactly what he had done. The smile that creeped onto your face made his heart flutter, and he wasn’t sure if it was a genuine reaction or one fabricated by the potion. 

If you hadn’t been so scared of the domino effect it would cause, you might have even graved Eddie with a kiss on the cheek. “You’re a genius!” You jumped up from your seat, nothing but pure joy written on your face. You actually might be able to help him today. He just sat there and watched as you slipped on your shoes, grabbing a jacket by the door. You hadn’t expected for him to still be sitting there blankly when you turned back around. “What are you waiting for, dummy? Let’s go.”

It wasn’t a long walk from your home to basic civilization, but you had no idea how far you had to go after that. And leading a big man baby alongside you didn’t make the journey exactly fun. 

“Eddie, I really need you to tell me where I’m going,” you said, standing on the edge of the forest, watching cars pass by on the roads. If he wasn’t going to be any more use by the end of the day, the least he could was give you directions. You were pleading with him at this point, eyes as soft as you could make them in the hopes of swading him. 

“Can I hold your hand?” Your brow furrowed. You were worried he hadn’t heard you, but there was no reason why he shouldn’t have. Part of you thought maybe he was just being difficult for the sake of being difficult.

He didn’t let you protest. As you opened your mouth to clearly reject him, he held out his open palm, pouting at you in the hopes it would make you feel sympathetic, and therefore give in to his wants. You hated that he had already got you so figured out, because it worked so fast. He managed to tug at your heart strings with those big brown eyes in ways you couldn’t begin to explain. “If I say yes, will you show me the way to Dustin’s house?” you asked. His pout became a smile rapidly, head nodding wildly. You let out a sigh, slipping your hand into his extended one. “Then, okay.”

And he kept to his word. 

Turns out, the way to Dustin’s house was long. It took literally forever. Maybe if Eddie was in a better state of mind he could have suggested driving– although he didn’t have his van– it would have just been a quicker solution had he been able to do it. But the walk, with the company you had, and the pleasant enough weather, was actually kinda nice. That was what made the journey feel shorter than it was.

“This is his house?” you checked, stopping at the end of the driveway of a small, one floored home. You didn’t like being so out in the open, where so many people lived. It had been years since you had ever seen a home like this, and you couldn’t say it was missed. He nodded, confirming for you. With that confirmation, you felt like you had been given the confidence to go and knock. “Let’s go get you fixed.”

Eddie conveniently left out the fact that this ‘Dustin’ was a child. 

When the front door opened, you found your eyes trailing down to find the individual who answered. He was shorter than you were, looked a lot younger too, and it had you shooting Eddie a weird look. Why was he friends with a preteen? You thought he was your age. “Are you Dustin?” you questioned. 

The curly-haired kid sent a similar look to the one you did, between you and Eddie. “Yeah… What’s going on?”

You exhaled a shaky breath. This whole thing would be so much easier if your new friend would take the lead and explain everything. You didn’t want this kid to think you were some psycho who kidnapped his friend or something. “Do you think we could come inside to explain?”

For a second he was hesitant, but then like Eddie upon your first meeting, he ignored all possible signs of stranger danger and welcomed you both in. You supposed it helped his case that you were with someone he knew (holding hands also), the same couldn’t be said for Munson. You thanked the boy with a warm smile, ignoring the look he gave you when he took in your outfit as you passed. You didn’t look like any other girl he saw around Hawkins, yet in a weird way, it was exactly what he expected Eddie’s taste in women to be like. The dark clothes, flashy jewelry and overall flamboyance of your style. 

The three of you sat down in Dustin’s living room. You and Eddie sat side by side, your hand still firmly gripped in his, only it now settled in his lap. It was practically in a death grip that he didn’t seem to be thinking of letting go of. The kid sat on the armchair turned towards the two of you, his lips pursed tightly together as he waited for someone to speak up. It became evident soon after that he was going to have to break the silence though.

“Eddie, what’s going on?” 

If his plan for this entire talk was to direct his questions to his friend, none of you would get anywhere with it. “I think it’s better I explain this actually,” you laughed, nervously. Your laugh made Eddie laugh, which only furthered how disturbed the poor child was. “Long story short, I’m a witch, I accidentally gave Eddie a love potion, and I can’t find a reversal. He said you might be able to help.” 

His jaw slacked, eyes widening as he stared at you. It was like he was trying to peer into your soul, like he’d be able to tell if you were actually telling him the truth that way— like he’d be able to see the magic inside you. “You’re a witch?” 

His amazement was clear. “Let me guess, you want me to do a spell?” He didn’t even need to say it. If Eddie, a man that seemed like a nerd, needed to see you physically prove your ability, then this kid who was definitely a nerd, would absolutely die to see it. It was getting old fast. You didn’t like feeling like some sort of circus attraction. You were just hoping they had no other friends that would make you do this. Or if they did, ones who would accept ‘no’ as a perfectly fine answer. 

“Please.” 

Not much persuading was needed for you to agree. As you began to mutter under your breath, you could see him clearly bouncing his leg with excitement. You guessed it was nice to be able to create such joy in a person. Despite your previous annoyance, you chuckled to yourself as his nose turned into that of a pig. It wasn’t a spell you got to do often, what with a lack of interaction with others, but each time you had done it, you cherished the joy you got from it. 

At first he was unaware of what was different. It wasn’t until Eddie pointed it out that he realized. “Dude, your nose!” 

He thought this was the moment when he would regret allowing some strange person in his home. The older boy’s tone didn’t fill him with much confidence that this would be good. He frantically searched for a mirror, finding one inside his mother’s purse that hung by the front door. Upon seeing that his own nose had been replaced by another, he let out a loud laugh— mainly of amusement. It was hard to tell whether that was good or bad, and you worried you might get in trouble. But he quickly repressed your worries a moment later. “This is so awesome!” he cheered, having Eddie join in with the excitement. “I have to call Steve”.

You were so distracted with them that you almost let that slip by you. It wasn’t until alarm bells started going off in your head that you realized what had been uttered. “No, no! Don’t call Steve.” The more people who knew you weren’t just some myths Hawkins high students made up, the more danger you were forced into. You didn’t even want to be this far away from your home right now, but you had no choice. If you had it your way you would have never even met Eddie.

The blue eyed could see the horror written across your face, and he took his energy down a notch. “Oh, uh, he’s harmless. He wouldn’t tell anyone. I promise.” It took longer for you to give in to him this time, specifically because it was your safety and privacy at risk. He could see you were hesitant, so he kicked at Eddie’s foot, hoping he would pitch in and vouch for Steve, considering he was the only other person here that knew what he was like. 

“He’s a little douchey, but he can keep secrets, sweetheart.”

The pet name took you a little off guard, but you let it slide. You sighed, giving up. “Okay. If you think he can help, call him.”

And though he did end up being harmless— a little ditzy if anything— he did tell people. Two people to be exact. Nancy Wheeler and Robin Buckley. They were polite, more so than Dustin and Eddie. If they were dying to see you perform some sort of witchy act, they didn’t let it be known, they at least kept that to themselves. The other boy on the other hand, not so much. He was pacing, while you explained what happened, shooting you odd looks every now and then. You could tell he was desperate to ask. 

You tried to ignore the curious gazes, but then you decided enough was enough. “Fine. I’ll do one spell and that’s it.” So you did, a quick little thing, showcasing some sparkles from your hands that left them all stunned, and then you were quickly moving on. “Well, now that’s all out of the way, let’s get to work,” you announced. 

Dustin and Steve took to the kids computer, hoping they could find something on the internet. The odds were minimal, but it was worth the shot. One of the two girls suggested they head to the local library. If anywhere was going to have information on potions, it would be the ancient library in the middle of downtown Hawkins. If so many supernatural things had happened in Hawkins for so many years, then surely there had to be something on witches, even if it just told of a book that might have the answers for you. 

You just needed to rack your brain pretty much, and keep an eye on Eddie to make sure he didn’t do anything stupid. Occasionally you would shoot down a suggestion when you knew it wouldn’t work, but aside from that you didn’t give much input. 

By the end of the night, well into the early hours of the morning by now, there were only two of you left awake. The two girls had passed out first, their eyes tired from all the reading they had been doing over the course of the day. Then the kid was next, nodding off at the computer until you insisted it was okay for him to head to sleep. Shockingly, Eddie was next, though it was no surprise that he fell asleep beside you on the couch. His head was practically in your lap, and you couldn’t seem to suppress the urge you had to stroke his hair. To say he was the one under the control of the love potion, you were certainly feeling a certain way towards him right now. You couldn’t quite put your finger on what that feeling explicitly was either. 

That left just you and Steve, an awkward silence settling over the two of you as you both stuck into your own research. Though it appeared he wanted to say something, what with the way he kept heavily sighing every few minutes. “What’s up?” you asked, getting tired of the constant interruption to your thoughts. 

“Does it not just wear off eventually?” Steve asked. 

You sighed, shaking your head. Only spells worked that way unfortunately, or things would have been a hell of a lot easier. “I wish. If I can’t find a way to reverse it, he could be stuck like this for who knows how long.” The way you looked at him could almost be labeled as longingly. You wouldn’t be too happy if that was pointed out to you though. His friends must have hated you for this. You knew you wouldn’t have taken too kindly to something if someone had essentially cursed your friend. 

“I really didn’t mean to. I need you to know that.”

The brunette frowned, eyes leaving the computer to look at you instead. He noted how apologetic you looked, the guilt that festered in your eyes. He didn’t mean to make you feel bad, not a single person in this room did. “We know,” he promised. “Eddie, he uh, he gets himself into trouble all the time, it’s shocking that this hasn’t happened before.” You chuckled, some of that tension leaving your body that you knew you weren’t being blamed. “If we had to take a vote, we’d all agree he would be the one to stumble across a witch first, too.” 

“Should’ve bet money on it while you could,” you joked.

You could physically feel the light-hearted energy leave the room again only seconds later. Gone were the jokes and the teasing, Steve was back to being serious. “We’ll figure this out,” he told you, his gaze on you never wavering. He meant it, and you could tell.

“I know we will. Thank you, Steve.” 

»»——⍟——««

For the last two days, you had been as patient as physically possible with Eddie. It was your fault he was in this lovesick state anyway, you couldn’t blame him for the repercussions of your actions. So you’d been sucking it up so as to not yell at him. But that could only go so far. Eventually, you would just have to step away before you literally exploded. So you did. After twenty-four straight hours of being awake to find a solution, you had to go home just to get a break from his incessant bugging.

You thought you’d been sneaky about it, packing up any of the information you thought might have been able to help you, but it turns out Dustin had seen you. He was confused as to what you were doing. For a second he was also worried that you might just be leaving, to be dumping Eddie on them without ever finding a solution for him. “Where are you going?” he asked. 

“I’m, uh, gonna head home,” you announced, catching the attention of the rest of the small group. You didn’t realize how shy it would make you to have that many eyes on you at once. “Just to see if I have any other books with anything in. I’ll come back,” you assured.

There was a chorus of understanding, though Eddie didn’t join in on that. He didn’t like the thought of you leaving him. He didn’t really get a say in it though. Instead, he had no choice but to watch as you headed out Dustin’s front door, offering them all a swift goodbye for who knows how long. Now that you were out of his sight, as cliché as it sounded, he felt sort of empty. 

Back in the peace and quiet of your own home, you could think better. However, just because you could think more, didn’t mean any more progress was being made with your research. Your spell book was pulled back off of the shelf, letting you read and re-read the page that contained the ingredients for the love potion. All you came across was a simple statement towards the bottom of the page, not really a practical method of reversal, it was actually rather useless. The only way to undo the effects of the potion, were for the individual to either die or actually fall in love with the first person they saw after drinking the potion.

Unfortunately, you didn’t get to be alone for long. A simple knock at your door almost pulled a loud groan from you. Not only were you tired, barely staying awake long enough to finish the page of the old book you were reading, but you really didn’t feel like having a conversation with anyone right now. It didn’t matter who it was, you didn’t know if you could stand seeing anyone right now.

You hoped if you stayed silent, they might just go away. That was what you would do if no one answered the door after you knocked.

This individual didn’t seem like the type of person who was going to take that as an answer. Their knuckles rapped against the door again, and again, and again until you got up to pull it open. It wasn’t that much of a shock to you that the man standing on your doorstep was the curly-haired ‘maniac’ you had been trying to purposely avoid.

“Eddie. Hi, what’s up?” You put on your nicest voice, hoping to not let it shine through how exhausted you were about everything. You felt for him, you did, you knew he couldn’t help the magnetism he felt towards you, but that didn’t make it any less annoying. “Did you guys find anything?”

He shook his head. You physically deflated. 

“So, why are you here?” You thought that alone might have sounded a little harsh and that hadn’t been your intention. Quickly, you tried to make it better. “What do you need?”

He briefly looked panicked, but then his face visibly relaxed. “I fell. Hurt myself. Think I got a bloody knee and some scrapes on my palms.” He motioned downward momentarily, but not long enough to allow you to take a thorough look. “Was hoping you might be able to patch me up, kiss it better. Please.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, letting them trail over his figure once again, before you came to your final conclusion. “I don’t see any blood,” you pointed out. 

There was that fear again. “I got lost.” His change of story made you chuckle. You wanted him to just come out and say it, tell you why he was really here, you didn’t need the whole beating around the bush thing he was doing. Things would be so much simpler, so much less frustrating if he was honest with you. 

“You got lost the exact route way as you did yesterday?” you asked, entertaining this rouse he was keeping up.

It wouldn’t have taken a genius to recognise that you weren’t believing a word that was coming out of his mouth. He sighed, dropping his act. “Okay, fine,” he huffed. “I- Honestly, I just missed you.” His confession sounded heartfelt, and you hated that it tugged at your heartstrings a little bit. If you were previously going to deny him entrance to your home, after hearing those words, you were no longer doing that.

You huffed. “Come in,” you instructed. 

The smile on his face was so wide that you were genuinely unsure how he hadn’t hurt his face. It was blinding. He was practically skipping up the steps of your home after getting the okay. You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t lie to anyone and say you weren’t slightly joyous about spending time with him. 

You had barely closed the door before he was getting himself comfortable. It was the same chair he had found himself in for hours the other day. A blanket was tugged over his lap, and he shuffled into the chair until he was all cozy and content. He looked impossibly warm, and if you were a weaker person you might have joined him. He for sure would have let you. But instead, you took to teasing, finding it rather sweet how his cheeks would tint pink when you said just the right thing.

“Making yourself comfortable, huh?” you tormented, wiggling your eyebrows curiously. 

You felt your heart soar when his face did exactly what you had expected, glowing a bright shade of pink, bordering on red. He shrunk further in his seat, more than you thought was possible. If he buried himself any further, you were sure the floor would swallow him whole.

“I just thought–”

“Don’t worry about it, Eddie. I was kidding.” When he got a good look at the expression on your face, he visibly relaxed, able to see you really were playing around with him. The more the two of you stared back at each other, the more something flickered inside you. It scared you a little, it wasn’t something you were supposed to feel, so you tried to push it to the back of your mind. “Uh, so, I could actually use your help. I think.”

“Oh yeah?” He perked up at the idea of you needing something from him. 

“Dustin told me about the game you like–”

“Dungeons and dragons,” he corrected. It was essentially useless for him to throw that in there, but he felt like he needed to do it anyway. It was more than just a game to him. 

“Yes, that. He, uh, he said it has a lot of magic and stuff in it, I guess I was wondering if you had any input on what we should do?” It was probably a long shot. How would some made up fantasy game for kids be able to solve your very real problem? 

You hadn’t realized that question would open up an endless discussion on Eddie’s part about every nook and cranny of this game. It didn’t matter that you didn’t understand a word of what he was saying, the way he talked about it with such passion was so endearing. You found that you couldn’t take your eyes off him, he was so animated that you could tell this was one of his biggest interests. You had yet to see him act this way about anything else– well, other than you, but that was your fault. 

The rest of the night was spent stuck in that conversation. If it was anyone else you would have made an excuse to get out of it hours ago, but you were actually asking questions and throwing in your two-cents for him every now and then. And somehow, possibly the worst part of it all, you even agreed to let him teach you to play sometime. 

It was that that made you realize there was something stirring inside of you when you thought about him, or saw him, or talked to him. This stupid potion had done something you really hadn’t expected, it had sparked feelings in not only him, but you too. 

You were getting feelings for Eddie Munson. 

»»——⍟——««

Days passed by with yet no more progress on a solution. The only thing that had actually made any progress at all, were your feelings toward Eddie. Before, you wouldn’t normally have glanced his way, but now you found every small act he did to be charming and you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. He had been spending a lot more time with you, and much to your original dismay, you had begun to not hate it as much as you did in the first instance. 

He was a lot easier to talk to than you had originally expected. Aside from the random compliments and the insistence to do sweet gestures for you, he was actually pretty cool. You were happy that he would be the first ever friend that you made. You couldn’t have thought of anyone better to do that job. But he didn’t want to be just friends, courtesy of the accidental love potion of course. 

For the last couple hours, he had been non-stop pestering you. You were trying to ignore him, but the longer he kept going, the more your patience wore thin. By the time the clock hit six-thirty, signaling the three hour mark of this badgering, you had enough. “What do you want?” you groaned, abandoning your research in exchange for looking at him. It wasn’t like you’d actually been that involved in your reading anyway, you were becoming less and less encouraged the longer you came up empty. 

“Go on a date with me,” he said. It was so blunt that it surprised you. 

You laughed. “What?” Of all the things he had asked you or done under the control of this potion, he had yet to do something like this. 

“One date,” he begged, hands clasped together as his eyes pleaded with you. He was on his knees now, looking up at you with those cartoon-esque eyes that you had no idea how anyone said no to. You were not about to be the first one to tell him no, not when he was looking at you like that. “Please, Y/N.”

You wanted to deny him, to shake your head, brush him off and tell him he was being silly, but a part of you didn’t want that. Instead, a part of you wanted to see what a date with Eddie Munson consisted of. “Fine. Tomorrow night.”

He cheered, practically fist bumping the air. You winced, shaking your head as you ushered him out of your home, telling him to spend the night back at his home for a change. The man you had learned to be his uncle was surely worried about him by now. He had barely been home all week. “But for now, I want you to go home,” you told him, with the most serious expression you could muster. It would have been much easier if he stopped looking at you with those big puppy eyes. 

“See you tomorrow, beautiful.”

By the time tomorrow night rolled around, you hated to say that you were a little excited to see him. You had gotten all dolled up, hoping– praying– he would notice. You hated that you were relying on the opinion of someone you barely knew, but you had quickly grown to enjoy hearing his compliments. 

You were ready much too early, taking a seat on the edge of your bed, just sitting there in silence as you waited for the knock on your door. There were nerves swirling around in your stomach. This was supposed to just be something that would quell Eddie’s bugging, relaxing him enough that he laid off to let you work for a while. But now, it felt more real. It didn’t feel like a chore, it felt like something you wanted to enjoy. You didn’t know what that meant. 

You didn’t get the chance to question what it meant though before a knock sounded on your door.

“Just, be normal,” you muttered to yourself, letting out a breath as you headed for the door. You reminded yourself that standing on the other side of the wood, it was just Eddie, the same one you had been getting to know over the past few days. He wasn’t scary or mean or anything, he was just sweet Eddie. 

With that in mind, you pulled open the door, smiling at him warmly. He looked cute, more put together than he usually did, you could’ve sworn he’d even tried to do his hair. It looked more tame than it usually did, and it made your heart grow at the idea of him putting that much effort in for you. “Hey, you look… gorgeous,” he said, an airy edge to his voice. 

“Thank you. Seems you clean up nice too.”

His cheeks flushed a little at your words. You hadn’t given him a compliment before. It was sort of a nice change of tune for the two of you. As much as he would have loved to relish in it for the next two whole days, there was only a certain amount of hours left before Eddie’s plans all went to shit. 

“Are you ready to go?” he asked. Even if it did mess up his plans, he would wait for hours for you if you needed him to. 

“Yeah. All good, let’s go.” Despite the enthusiasm you showed, you were freaking out about the location you were going to end up in. Depending on how far away it was, you didn’t know that you could take the anticipation. “Where are we going?” you asked. You were a little nervous that he would take you somewhere open and public. You weren’t the most liked individual amongst the town of Hawkins, and you didn’t feel like spending your evening being mocked or taunted by strangers. If he had planned something as such, you would feel bad, knowing he was obviously excited for it. But, you’d have to say no. 

He took his eyes off of the floor to flash you a sweet smile. “You’ll see,” he said. Though he quickly regretted looking your way when he tripped over a fallen log in his path. He heard you attempt to hold back a laugh, but considerably failed when you began to giggle. “Hey. Not funny.”

“It was a little bit funny,” you said. The joy on your face made it much too hard for him to argue against you. 

“Okay fine, a little funny. But, if you trip at any point, just know I’m not helping you,” he warned. You rolled your eyes at the pretend irritation on his face, nudging him with your shoulder. 

He broke out into a much happier expression after that, and just like the other day, shyly asked if he could take your hand again. You had no issue in doing so. Actually you found it rather comforting. 

For the rest of the journey to wherever it was you were going, your hands stayed intertwined with one another's. The warmth from his hand was comforting, as was the secure touch. Living alone in the middle of the woods, you didn’t get much human contact of any kind. 

“Okay, we’re almost there,” he told you. He’d forced the both of you to a stop, blocking your view beyond the trees so you couldn’t make any guesses of where you were. He wanted it to be a complete surprise, and he was even going to take a step further to really make sure. “Close your eyes,” he instructed.  

“Close my eyes? Eddie–” you began to protest. He didn’t want to hear it though. 

“Just do it.”

You sighed, dramatically, just to let him know that you really didn’t want to do this. But you did it anyway, because he asked you to. That was all the prompting you needed. You let your eyes close under the belief that he wouldn’t let you fall or bump into anything. He reached for your other hand, just so he had a sort of better grip on you. “This better not be your way of getting payback for me laughing at you earlier. If I trip, I swear to god, Munson.”

“I won’t let that happen,” he promised. And you trusted him. 

Your eyes were only closed for a few minutes, maybe two at tops while he led you through the shallow gathering of trees until there was a clearing. “Okay,” he positioned you in front of him so you could see when you opened your eyes. “Open.”

Lover’s lake was a place you rarely ever visited. You’d been there maybe once or twice, and knew of the rumors about it from around town, but you couldn’t say you ever found much of a reason to be there. “Is this what I think it is, Munson?” you asked. Half of your question was teasing, the other half genuinely wondering if he’d brought you to a makeout spot for the same reason everyone else came to this place. 

He seemed horrified that you might have thought that was what he was implying. “No, oh god, no– I didn’t mean–” Your laughter put a cap on his worrying, the man realizing you weren’t actually mad at him or anything. “Right. You were kidding. Uh, I brought you here to star-gaze, actually.”

“Star gazing?” you asked, eyes sparkling as you looked at him. 

His eyes flickered over to you shyly, unsure whether that was a good or bad reaction from your tone of voice. “I thought we could lay by the edge of the lake, watch the stars for a little while. Witches like stuff like that, right?”

“Right,” you confirmed. You were very much still looking at him like he wasn’t actually real. He certainly didn’t feel real now that he was here and acting like some classic romance movie love interest. 

He didn’t say anything else, instead just tugged you in the direction of the edge of the lake. He laid down first, a little uncomfortable on the grass, but he didn’t overly mind. You took a second to join him, but when you did you were startled by the view of the sky you got through the tops of the trees.

It was clear from the get go that he had no idea what he was talking about. He was attempting to point out the constellations, but he wasn’t even getting the names right, let alone the positions the stars were supposed to be in. You listened though, didn’t correct him either. It seemed like he liked informing you about these things, just to see the way you hummed with interest, or egged him to continue talking.

He would have gone for hours, until the sun came up fabricating all these lies about the arrangements of the stars and their meanings, if the sky hadn’t clouded over, effectively blocking your sights of all of it.

“Well, what do we do now?” he complained. He hadn’t intended for this to happen, but he couldn’t really control the clouds in the sky, (unfortunately). He didn’t have much of a choice but to deal with it.

The pout on his face was rather cute, you thought. Luckily for him, you were more than capable of whipping something up to keep you both entertained. If he wanted to stargaze, you would make sure that he could. And the gasp that left his mouth when he first saw the stars appearing right above his head was definitely worth it. He hadn’t realized you had such an ability, but now he was inching towards disbelief that he had planned the date, yet you were the one saving his ass.

The twinkling stars above his head made him laugh, one that was laced with disbelief. If he had known you had the ability to create such beautiful, out of this world projections like this, he would have asked you about it a hell of a lot sooner. “I thought you said you didn’t have a magic wand to cast spells like this?” he asked. He’d been under the impression that you couldn’t do fun little spells, that the only ones you were able to do were the ancient ones scribbled down in that spellbook of yours– all of which sounded pretty intimidating. 

“I don’t. But that doesn’t mean I can’t do fun spells when I want to. I like keeping these ones to myself.” The smile on your face looked genuine, and Eddie couldn’t help but feel a certain way because of it. Though he should have been looking at the effort you were putting into the projection, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He knew this was different, different to the first time he’d looked at you under that spell and felt a whole rush of emotions. Those emotions had been spurred on by the potion, but these ones, these ones were real. He wasn’t sure how much more of that thing was in his system anymore. 

You could feel his stare burning into the side of your face, and as much as you tried to ignore it, it didn’t work very well. The projections all of a sudden halted above Eddie’s head, and he knew why the second your eyes locked. Your faces were close, closer than you had expected them to be when you’d turned your head. Your noses were almost touching. 

“Eddie,” you whispered. You didn’t want to do anything rash if this wasn’t really his feelings talking. But he just shook his head, refusing to let you speak. He didn’t say anything either, instead he just closed that final piece of distance. You hadn’t thought you would have ended your night with kissing Eddie, and you didn’t think this was how kissing him would feel either. But it was like a dream. You had always dreamed of experiencing one of those kisses you saw in the movies or read about in those books you liked so much. It truly was the out of this world experience they all described it to be, but due to your circumstances, there were underlying issues that you were trying to ignore.

The night ended shortly after the first kiss, with him acting extra gentlemanly and walking you home, and although it could have been just as sweet and blissful as the way there, but you were much too caught up in your own head. 

You felt terrible. Guilt was building in your stomach by the moment as he walked you back to your home. He was chatting away, rambling on about who knows what. You couldn’t bear to listen, you were too caught up in your own head– your own negative thoughts– to even think about the words leaving his mouth. Was this considered taking advantage of the poor guy? Did he really want to kiss you? The more you considered it, the more you wished you hadn’t done it. 

»»——⍟——««

After your date, you tried to avoid Eddie. It was the guilt more than anything, plus a slight fear that if— not when considering you were still at a loss— you got this potion to wear off, he was going to hate you.

He didn’t seem to want to leave you alone though. It was still a daily thing that he showed up at your house, and it was very rare that you let him in. Most of the time you just pretended no one was home. After a while he caught on, it wasn’t like you would go anywhere out in Hawkins anyway, and there weren’t that many places that nobody frequented. If your fear was seeing other people, that didn’t leave you with many options.

“Y/N, come on. I know you’re in there,” he whined, rapping his knuckles on the door repeatedly. “Just tell me if I did something, please.” You didn’t know if it was his words that made you open the door, or the incessant, annoying, sound of his knocking.

With a deep sigh, you realized you couldn’t hide from him forever. 

You built up your courage, telling yourself that if he was angry with you, all you needed to do was apologize, then hopefully you could go back to the blissful affections you had for one another. Despite the nerves swirling in your stomach at the idea of seeing him again, you still pushed yourself to your feet, closing the gap between you and the door. You muttered a few words of encouragement under your breath, then tugged it open. Coming face to face with him this time, was the same as every other time. You got the same flutters in your chest seeing his smiling face.

You felt bad that you couldn’t show him more excitement through your expression. “Hey. What’s up?” you greeted, simply. 

He laughed, head cocking to the side slightly. “What’s up? Where have you been for the last few days?” His mood seemed to be light and airy, how he’d been around you for a while now. 

A smile was forced onto your face, one that you hoped was convincing enough not to hurt his feelings. “I, uh, I’ve been trying to find a solution. I’m still coming up empty, pretty much.” If anything, it made you feel even more guilty to admit. In reality you had been daydreaming about the kiss you’d shared for much too long, you’d had barely any time to work on what you promised you would. It basically looked like you weren’t even trying. If you had really been dedicating all this so-called time to this task, surely you should’ve figured it out by now. 

“Oh, that. Yeah, don’t worry about it.”

Your brow furrowed, eyes squinting at him. How could he just brush it off like it didn’t even matter? Did he suddenly, somehow not care that he was in this position? You laughed, shaking your head in confusion. “Don’t worry about it? Eddie, how could I not, you- the only reason you’re here right now is because of me.”

He couldn’t lie to you any longer, not that he was lying exactly, he just wasn’t giving you the full story. “About that, uh, it actually wore off, a couple days ago.”

The words made it feel like your entire reality was crashing down. You weren’t sure what to think about it. “What?” you questioned, unsure if you’d heard him right. 

He had the biggest grin on his face. You didn’t think he’d ever looked more innocent and cheery than he did right now. “The potion. It wore off a couple days ago. I think I could have actually fallen in love.” Now that he’d repeated his previous statement, and given you a brief explanation (though one you didn’t ask for), you were aware that you had heard him correctly, and it managed to make your blood boil as much as it did the first time around.

You didn’t even know where to start with your yelling. “You lied to me,” you said. It was more like a realization to yourself than a dig at him. At least the first time you said it. “The second time came with a rough hit to his chest. You lied to me!” 

He took a step back, eyes widening at how loud and angry your voice had suddenly gotten. He’d been expecting you to react positively to that, not like this. All you had been wanting since you met him was for this to wear off, and now that it finally had, you were upset with him? He didn’t understand where he’d gone wrong. “Y/N, I—“ 

You shook your head, eyes squinted at him angrily. “You don’t get to try and explain yourself. Do you know how guilty I felt, Eddie?” It was rhetorical, but you had opened his eyes to a whole new wave of understanding. He hadn’t thought of it that way. It made a hell of a lot more sense as to why you were so shocked he’d waited days to tell you. “I can’t believe you would lie to me about this.”

There was a painful attempt to backtrack on his part. “No, no, I–” But you weren’t willing to listen to it for a second. 

You scoffed. “Was any of it true? Were you ever really feeling any effects or did you just want to be another one of those people in this town who makes fun of me!” Of all the people you thought would do this to you, Eddie wasn’t one of them. You’d trusted him when you apparently shouldn’t have, it felt like a betrayal. 

“Y/N–”

“No. You don’t get to stand there and lie, or give me some shitty excuse.” Even if you could have heard him out and found out a lot more about the situation, you didn’t want to. You were done with listening. Your own anger was clouding your ability to think smartly. Not that he deserved you acting like the bigger person right about now. “Just, get out of here, Munson.”

The way you spat his last name made his chest burn, able to sense the hatred and the anger coming off of your body in waves. You didn’t waste any more time before slamming your door in his face, letting your emotions shine through once you could no longer see him. He could probably hear the sound of your upset and frustration through the door, but you didn’t bother yourself thinking of how he felt right about now. 

As for Eddie, he was still in a slight bit of shock. Everything in the last few minutes had just happened so quickly, that he struggled to process how he could have fucked off so badly, so fast. “Shit,” he cursed. And he definitely had no idea that would be the last time he saw you for a while. But every single person would hear about it in his life until he came up with a solution on how to make things better.

»»——⍟——««

For the last few weeks, Eddie had been trying to catch you to apologize. The first few days, he was advised by his friends to let you have some space. But after that he couldn’t help himself. He knew where you lived, and you didn’t exactly go out much, so he thought it would be simple, but either you were staying elsewhere, or just refusing to open the door. It hurt him to think you were doing one of those things, especially if the purpose was to avoid him. He should have just been honest with you, not drag it out like he did. It was all his own fault. All his friends agreed on that one piece of information. 

Through all types of weather over the next month, rain, heavy wind, sunshine, he sat outside of your home, hoping you would let him in to talk at some point. But you didn’t, you just listened, unbeknownst to him. For all he knew he was talking to an empty home.

“I meant what I said, about actually falling in love with you,” he admitted. “I don’t know how, or when, it happened. But it did. And I really want to apologize for not telling you sooner.” His tone sounded so genuine. The words felt like a stab to the chest, a frown curling on your lips at the idea of shutting him out after that admission.

He was starting to get through to you and you hated it. There was a brief moment where you considered opening the door to face him, but you decided that was a lapse in judgment. Last minute you decided against it. “I’m just gonna leave this here. It’s a letter, and I really hope you decide to read it.”

You waited until you didn’t hear the crunching of twigs or leaves any longer, telling you that he’d officially left. Knowing he’d finally figured his way from your home back out of the woods, actually made you smile a little bit. It reminded you how much progress he had made over the last couple weeks, since you first met. After he was gone, you let your curiosity get the better of you, opening the door to see the exact letter he was talking about sitting on your doorstep. Your name was scribbled in terrible handwriting, but that just confirmed to you it was actually written by Eddie.

You broke the seal of the envelope it was in, pulling out the piece of folded paper that he had used to write his feelings. 

When you looked down at it, there wasn’t much on the paper, but it was heartfelt to say the least. He spoke about how that first time he saw you, there was a spark of something in his chest, whether it was because you were a pretty girl his age or not. He promised you that he wasn’t pretending at first, the effects of the potion had very much started as real, but over the week that followed, they had slowly begun to fade away. It was just like you had shown him in that book of yours, the potion wore off when the individual really fell in love with the first person they saw.

You knew it was down to you that he’d had to apologize this way. If you’d opened the door for him at any point then he might have said these things to your face. But you promised yourself, the next time he came knocking, even if you didn’t forgive him right away, you would at least hear what he had to say. You hated that you wanted to forgive him.

That time came the following day, when you were letting the stray cat, who’d you given the name Norman, back outside after you fed the poor thing. That was when you saw Eddie. He was sitting up against a tree nearby, looking visibly distraught. You had no idea how long he’d been there, but you could tell he was shivering, so it might have been a while.

When he heard the door open his eyes shot in your direction, wide and hopeful. He was on his feet in seconds, watching as the cat ran off in the opposite direction. He smiled a little at the fact that was the thing he’d been right about when you first met.

“What are you doing here?” he heard you call. He couldn’t figure out if you were annoyed that he’d shown up again, or actually happy that he was here. He didn’t think it would be the second option, even as much as he wished that it was.

“Look, I, I don’t know if you read my letter, but—“ 

“Eddie,” you cut him off. You didn’t need to hear him delve into a long apology again. His eyes flickered to yours, looking soft and borderline tearful when they locked. It was those same sweet eyes again that made your knees feel weak and unstable. You dislike the effect he was having on you when you were supposed to be irritated with him. It made it more than impossible to stay mad. “I read it. Thank you for the apology.” 

He flashed you a tight lipped smile, unsure of what he was supposed to say from there. He wasn’t the best when it came to these types of situations. He had never really had enough friends to piss off the way he did to you, so he hadn’t yet mastered how to apologize to someone he really cared about. After this though, he would for sure learn. He thought the best way of going about his next move, would be to move on. 

“I actually found something I was going to show you that day,” he told you, pulling a shred of paper from his pocket. He spoke while beginning to unfold it. “When you mentioned D&D, I thought it couldn’t hurt to see if there was anything there that might help,” he explained. His face lit up a little bit. “I remembered playing with some friends a while back, and I read this thing, somewhere, so I threw in this really cheesy moment where a love potion only wore off… if both people fell in love.” 

He handed you the paper now that it was unfolded, the exact page of the book from the library (which he shouldn’t have taken) where those words were splayed out across the page. It was only moments later when you realized what he was implying. Not only had Eddie fallen in love during that week, but you had too, and you knew it. You were part of the reason the potion wore off, without even noticing it.

“Oh.” 

The joy that was once on his face left immediately. “Is that a good oh, or a bad oh?” His hands trembled a little bit as he waited for you to answer that question. He was praying for the former, because he thought hearing the latter come from your mouth might actually crush him.

“All that time we spent searching.” You huffed a laugh. “But, it’s a good ‘oh’, I think.” 

Getting that confirmation meant he didn’t waste any time, setting his hands on your cheeks and pulling you into the first kiss the two of you had shared in weeks. Just as good as the first time you noted. “Does this mean you forgive me?” he mumbled, pulling away only for a brief second to breathe.

“You’re forgiven. Sort of.”

He didn’t exactly know what that meant, but he was willing to take it anyway. It was better than a straight up no. “I can live with that,” he rejoiced.

»»——⍟——««

It was Eddie who decided you needed a proper first date, one where both parties were fully aware of what they were getting into and their real feelings. Now that there was nothing clouding his head, and there was no guilt needed on your behalf, you thought it would be the perfect time to go ahead with it.

You were heading over to his home first, getting to see the place he lived for the first time, then from there he was taking you somewhere. This time around, in preparation, you had warned him about your fears of heading out into public, so thankfully he had taken that into account. The only person you would have to see tonight, besides Eddie of course, was his uncle. Who seemed like an absolute sweetheart right from when he opened the door.

“So, you’re the friend,” he observed, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he looked at you. You were exactly what he expected you to be. His nephew loved making friends that had his shared interests or ‘style’ he supposed. It was just nice for Wayne to see a girl his age for once– possibly a girlfriend, he didn’t know, Eddie hadn’t told him much– rather than a bunch of nerdy kids. 

“That I am,” you confirmed. 

He nodded, offering you a kind smile. “Kids taking his time doing his hair, he’ll be out soon,” he let you know. “Come on in, you can wait on the couch.”

You chuckled. The idea of Eddie standing in front of the mirror, fixing his hair over and over in the hopes he would look perfect for you and your date. You were confident he had taken more time getting ready today than you had. The thought was entertaining. “Thank you.”

You and Wayne made brief conversation, exchanging basic information and making friendly small talk. From that it was a miracle that you ended up side by side on the couch, an old photo album opened across both of your laps, showcasing pictures of Eddie throughout the years. Every now and then there would be one that you knew he’d hate, one so embarrassing he could kill his uncle for even showing it to you. 

That was how he found you both.

When he exited his room, grin on his face at the thought of seeing you, hair styled perfectly, he hadn’t expected to see you and Wayne laughing loudly, especially not over pictures of him.

“What are you doing?” he froze, blood running cold at the sight in front of him.

His uncle beamed, evilly he might add. “We’re looking at you as a baby, kid.” It was obvious, Eddie already knew what you guys were doing, but the older man took a lot of joy in seeing his nephew flush like a nervous child. 

“You were so cute,” you gushed. He huffed, suddenly getting the feeling back in his body, which allowed him to storm over that and tear the photo album away from his uncle’s grasp. Wayne laughed at his dramatics, watching the boy put the book back on the shelf, high on the shelf where he thought no one else would be able to easily get it. You knew what his uncle meant now when he told you the kid had always been a drama queen, right from day one. 

“We’re leaving,” he announced, taking your hand and shooting the older Munson another glare before the two of you exited the trailer. He didn’t say anything as he led you to his van, or when he opened the door for you, or when he climbed in the driver’s side himself. Only when he had settled, seat belt on and a deep breath exhaled, did he begin to speak. He seemed to be in a much better mood this time around. 

“Now that it’s just us,” he began, leaning forward to peck your lips quickly. You smiled, stealing another after deciding the one he gave you was much too quick. “Hi,” he whispered.

“Hi, Eddie.” 

There was another beat of silence that surrounded you both before he looked away. He’d just wanted to take another second to admire you before he had to begin driving. And it had been worth it in his opinion.

“You know, I’m never leaving you two alone again,” he said. You knew who he was referring to, and the idea of him actually putting that into place was rather upsetting. You hadn’t known Wayne long at all, but you could already see yourself spending much time with your boyfriend’s uncle. He seemed easy to get along with— especially when he was telling you embarrassing stories about Eddie, (which is the exact reason he didn’t want you near him in the first place). “I’ll make sure of it.”

“And how do you plan on doing that? You know I’m a witch, right? I’ll find a way.”

He rolled his eyes, taking his eyes off the road for a couple seconds to glance your way. You were grinning at him, the smile that always made his heart flutter with pure joy. “I’ll do everything in my power to–” He was confused when he was suddenly cut off. Though it wasn’t in an interruption kind of way, it was more of a ‘my girlfriend just cast a spell and now I can’t speak’ way. He was less than impressed. 

You however, were very proud of yourself. That was a spell you never thought you would have gotten to use when you learned it all those years ago. “Much better.” So, no matter how irritating Eddie Munson could be, you were pretty sure that faulty love potion was the best thing that could have ever happened to you.

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[hiisheart]

@rebelliousfamily said: Nancy came over to Mike and handed him a wrapped box. "I got you something. Me and Steve saw it when we went shopping and we thought that it was perfect for you." She smiled fondly. She and Steve were expecting a baby and they hadn't told anyone yet. She wanted Mike to be the first to know so she had gotten him a mug that read 'Worlds Best Uncle.' She had just wanted to see how long it would take him to actually register that she was pregnant.

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ♥︎ . *. ⋆ ... WAIT, NANCY GOT HIM A PRESENT? but it wasn't his birthday, not as far as he could tell. well, it was a few days ago, but then again, it was very unlike nancy to miss deadlines or forget dates, even the birthday of the brother she didn't pay a ton of attention to. to help with his own SANITY, he chose to believe that she somehow forgot his birthday, opting to take the gift from her and experimentally rip the wrapping paper and packaging aside.

inside was a mug — something he'd been needing for himself rather than taking those of his father's — but the message on it was even more PERPLEXING than the idea of his older sister forgetting his birthday. ' world's best uncle ' ... what in blazes could that mean?

then he remembered, and it all added up. nancy being with steve, spending all her time with him, talking about their future together. the puzzle pieces CLICKED together in his head, hinted by the way his jaw dropped and his eyes popped open in surprise.

❝ holy shit, are you serious? ❞ he exclaims in excitement. ❝ are you actually having a baby?! ❞

UNPROMPTED ASKS . ( ALWAYS ACCEPTING ! )

#( SEE he's smarter than he may seem xD ) #rebelliousfamily #「 ♥︎ 」 » IN CHARACTER. ⋮ ━━ ˗ˏˋ IF WE’RE BOTH GOING CRAZY WE’LL GO CRAZY TOGETHER. ˎˊ˗ #「 ♥︎ 」 » ASKS. ⋮ ━━ ˗ˏˋ I THINK WE’D WORK BETTER AS A TEAM. ˎˊ˗ #tw: pregnancy

[perfectlovevn]

(i'm so sorry, i'm not sure if you accept reviews or not so feel free to ignore this)

Helloo!! I'm brazilian and i'm still learning english so forgive me for any grammar mistakes. I've gotten all endings (i guess- please let me know if i missed anything!) so here's my review of Perfect Love! ♥

I loved this game sooo much! I never played an visual novel with a mean main character and it was just amazing. The trope of ''us'' being the actual villains is very interesting and it made the game super unique! It's also pretty obvious the amount of effort and hard work that's in the game, I was impressed by the quality of it all.

The music and sound effects are pretty good, I loved it all! The artstyle is very pleasing to look at and the black/white/grey contrast with Milo's blue/red eyes are such a nice touch too. I also loved the amount of easter eggs (you couldn't imagine the face I made when I named myself 'Ren') and secret endings/scenes.

Fortunately, when I first played, I knew nothing about the game nor about Milo (which I believe made the experience better since everything turned out to be surprising) and the endings were really good. Through the gameplay, I've encontered one grammar mistake (which I forgot to screenshot it, sorry) and one sprite glitch but nothing that made me annoyed.

After finishing the 8 main endings, I decided it was time to look a little bit on the official Tumblr's page of the VN and that's when I decided to test out all of the easter eggs and that's when I discovered the secret scenes.

So, to summary it all: absolutely 10/10! I can't remember the last time I had so much fun playing a game and being so invested in unlocking all of it's content! I was flabbergasted when I lost all of my endings heh

Please let me know if I missed anything- I'd be more than happy to clear the game entirely.

Hello there! I love reviews. On my other blog I always write recommendations/reviews for other vns, so I'm always open to seeing what people like and dislike about the game. I hope you don't mind that I'm just gonna mash these two asks into one ask.

Thank you! I also think that a lot of vns don't always focus on being the bad guy in the story and those that do I usually enjoy quite a lot! I'm glad you like the quality of it, it was a lot of fighting renpy and it's UI because I have a one sided rivalry with the base renpy UI. I tried to make it look good though I think I maybe should have attempted to redraw some of the sprites for Milo (for like the third time).

For the art style itself, I actually did it in black and white because it was originally for the 2023 yanjam and I wanted to make a style that wouldn't be extremely tiring for me, and I really like lineart so I made everything in black and white (and also because I'm lazy, I say as I animate half of my assets). The red and blue really make it pop at the end since it's one of the few time color is used in the game. I love when people put easter eggs in their game and I know of a lot of yandere vns so I wanted to put in a ton! I'll probably put in even more in the update when I get all of the extra stories done because putting easter eggs like that is very fun.

Having no knowledge of a game is always a good way to be surprised about the premise and I think it definitely was something good in your case too! For the grammer/ sprite errors if you do ever play or remember what they were, please let me know. I'll try to fix it in the next update if possible.

It's always so nice seeing that people like my game though! I tried my hardest to make it a worthwhile experience and considering it's (technically) my first game, it really makes me happy to see that people really like it! Hopefully it doesn't have too much of the first game amatureness that tends to come (nothing wrong with it, but I hopefully have showcased I kind of know what I'm doing, I say, sweating profusely) .

Yup! That is all of the scenes in the game so far. At least that you can access. If you look inside of the code, I actually have two scenes that I put in there. One of them is pretty much a test scene featuring the character from the next game I'm making, and the other is a special scene where you go to Milo's apartment. You can't access those in the main game, but you can play them if you edit the code a bit.

Basically (for those who don't know), all you have to do is put "jump" and then the name of the label afterwards (so for instance if the label is "rabbit" you would put "jump rabbit") after label start in the code. The two scenes that are not accessable in the game are the last two scenes in the script.rpy file just to make it easier for you. (I put a note that says like "#I'm very dedicated to my craft I say as I disect Milo and then beat him with a stick" because I'm sorry Milo, you deserve better)

But yes, thank you for taking your time and writing your long review! I love it so much.

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[writingquestionsanswered]

Any advice to write your own quotes that is not so common?

Learning to Write Memorable/Quotable Prose

As readers, we know there are few things better than reading a quote that hits in all the right ways...

"The moon understands what it means to be human. Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections." —Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

“Brave doesn’t mean you’re not scared. It means you go on even though you’re scared.” —Angie Thomas, The Hate U Give

As writers, part of the dream is to be able to craft quotes that resonate with our readers like that... quotes that will be quoted... quotes that will be remembered.

Unfortunately, learning to write quotable prose isn't something you can do immediately just by following a few tips. It requires a few thing that take some time...

1 - A Fertile Mind - A big part of being able to write quotable prose is having a fertile mind... or in other words, giving your brain all the right elements it needs to be able to produce quotable prose. Here are some things you can do to encourage a fertile mind:

-- Filling Your Creative Well ensures that your brain is full of words, ideas, and imagery that will help you think up memorable quotes.

-- Improve your vocabulary by using a thesaurus (just make sure to cross-reference with a dictionary), subscribing to Merriam-Webster's Word of the Day e-mails, buying a "word of the day" desk calendar, using a reference like The Describer's Dictionary or the Random House Word Menu, and reading as much as you can--books, short stories, poetry, magazines, blog posts, song lyrics, anything you can get your hands on. Read through lists of vocabulary related to specific things, like geography, weather, architecture, travel, etc. Keep a journal of new words and their meanings as well as words that resonate with you.

-- Bring out your inner poet by reading poetry (there's a ton of poetry available for free online), reading song lyrics, and trying to write your own poetry.

-- Fill your mind with beautiful imagery by traveling... in person, if you can, but if you can't, YouTube makes it super easy to be an armchair traveler. There are countless beautiful videos of every place on Earth you could ever want to visit. There are travel documentaries, montages of beautiful scenery, walk-throughs, and tours. You can also go to a photo site like Pexels or Pixabay and type in random imagery terms like "mountains" or "starry night" and see what images come up. Save the ones that speak to you most in a pretty folder.

2 - Practice - Even with a full creative well and fertile mind, you're still not going to be able to instantly craft beautiful prose or memorable quotes. You still need to hone this skill through lots of practice. That's going to mean trying to craft beautiful prose and memorable quotes, which is going to mean writing a lot of not-so-great ones before they get better and better. Try looking at some of those pretty images you saved and see if you can write some pretty quotes about them. Look at the list of interesting vocabulary you saved and see if you can use any of it to craft a pretty quote. Take a pretty line of poetry or a evocative song lyric and try to craft it into a memorable quote. And more than anything else... just write your stories and always try to craft beautiful prose and memorable sentences. The more you try, the better you'll get.

3 - Have a story that merits pretty prose and memorable quotes - The truth of the matter is that even if you do everything listed above, you still won't be able to craft pretty prose and memorable quotes unless your story provides you the necessary raw materials. You need an engaging plot, compelling characters, interesting themes, quote-worthy imagery in plot elements and setting, and both characters and circumstances where memorable quotes make sense.

If you do all of these things, though, you'll be writing pretty prose and memorable quotes in no time! ♥

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[lovewheeler]

— dear diary...: two.

back to the beginning (masterlist) / one. / three.

♥*♡∞:｡.｡ to jonathan byers,

you took me home today cause you saw me walking alone in the rain. you even made will give me the front seat and gave me your jacket cause mine was soaked. i think i fell in love with you as soon as you turned the heater on and pointed all of the vents towards me.

now, i totally know what you're thinking -- i'm twelve, and you're sixteen, so this is totally weird and can't happen, and also your brother and i are best friends, but like, it's fine! i'm really mature for my age and you are too, so we're basically the same! also, with will, don't you think it'd be, like, kinda perfect? i mean, i'm always over anyway and miss joyce already likes me!

i feel like you'd be a good husband; like, you'd be the type to work and still cook all the meals and take care of the kids. a total package. and you would dance in the kitchen at night to romantic music. and you'd probably be the best dad ever.

okay, god, i sound like an idiot. i'm so glad you'll never read this. this is so bad. you're just...a really good guy. i think in another life we're definitely dating and we'd have, like, tons of babies. okay, i'm going to shut up now. i need to go on a bike ride and hopefully get the thought of your smiling face out of my head.

a/n: *narrator voice* ah. the girl has hit puberty. she is awkward, and has decided to crush on her best friend's hot older brother. a great idea. pray for her. anyway, the letters are fairly short rn but they're getting longer as reader ages and her crushes get more intense. thank you for reading, mwah <3

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