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kennahjune · 3 months

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Jealous?

Thanks so much to the amazing @rogueddie for letting me write this!!!! Hope it lives to standards :)

Eddie had a problem.

A Steve Harrington sized problem.

Said problem was standing behind the counter at Family Video while the woman in front of him blatantly flirted with him.

It wasn’t the woman Eddie was worried about— she had at least five years of age on Steve, so maybe there was cause for concern— but Steve wasn’t paying her the time of day.

Instead, he was glancing over the woman’s shoulder at Eddie, who lurked in the aisles, and kept making faces and blabbling his mouth mockingly whenever she wasn’t paying attention.

Eddie was desperately holding back snickers and snorts. He couldn’t help but let a giggle escape when Steve moved his hand in a “blabbing” motion when she said something about her ex-husband (HUSBAND) again. The woman whipped around and glared at Eddie. Eddie gave her a finger waggle wave he realized belatedly was the same one Steve does.

Steve himself was almost beet red in the face with his effort to hold in his laugh. Eddie was amazed at how long he’d lasted.

The moment the door closed behind her Steve put his face in his arms on the counter and full on cackled. Eddie was quick to join.

They were still laughing when Robin came back from the bathroom.

“Is she gone?” she asked, looking oddly between the two of them.

Steve nodded, not having enough breath to get words out. Robin sighed a dramatic breath of relief.

“Oh thank God. Cause she looked one second away from bringing up some stupid shit like her failed marriage—“

That sent Steve and Eddie into another spiral of laughs.

“There’s no way she actually did.” Robin deadpanned.

Eddie nodded vigorously. “She fucking did!”

“Four times! As if bringing up how she was newly-single would make me want her. Did she look in a mirror before leaving? She’s closer to my dads age.”

Eddie snorted, trying to get his laughter under control enough to say “Even man-whore Richard Harrington wouldn’t go within a 20 foot radius of her.”

Steve didn’t waste a second before racking on: “Doesn’t need to get too close with how far back that hairline stretches.”

Robin and Eddie laughed themselves to tears.

And that was how it went.

A woman would come into the video store, shoot their shot with Steve, and Steve would laugh about it with Robin and Eddie later.

And it was fun. Eddie found it fun. Cause he knew Steve would always shoot the girls down, however nice or rudely he has to be about it.

Until—

Until.

It was a Friday, and as per usual on Fridays, Eddie was at Steve’s. Of course, it wasn’t just him— Robin, Nancy, Jonathan and Argyle were there as well.

They’d been hanging out whenever they all could before Nancy and Jonathan went to college and Argyle back to Cali. Hence the Friday night hang outs.

Tonight was no different, except for one thing.

“So explain to me once again why we have to drive all the way out to Indy for this?” Jonathan complained.

Nancy sighed and leant into him. “Cause there aren’t any good bars in Hawkins. And everywhere in Hawkins knows that almost none of us are of legal age.”

Jonathan grumbled but conceded, Wheeler had a point.

“Besides,” added Robin. “It’d be nice to finally get the hell out and see some new people.”

“Amen.” Agreed Eddie and Argyle at the same time. They both chuckled.

“Yeah well, I’d like to go soon before my social battery drains itself dead.” Remarked Jonathan, throwing an arm around his girlfriend’s shoulders.

“We’d have left already if SOMEBODY DIDN’T HAVE TO SPEND HALF AN HOUR PRIMPING HIMSELF!” Yelled Robin towards the stairs.

Steve had been MIA since Eddie got there at least 20 minutes ago. According to Robin he was still getting ready.

“PUT A LID ON IT BIRD-FOR-BRAINS, IM COMING!” Was the reply she got from the top of the stairs, where Steve was now coming from.

Nancy and Argyle snorted at the insult, but Eddie’s mind was rather taken up by the cut-off jean shorts Steve wore that showed more of his thighs than Eddie thought necessary for anyone’s functioning brain. He was also wearing what looked like the softest sweater he owned; a dark purple one that seriously brought out the green in his eyes.

Nancy whistled, Robin clapped. Argyle grinned at Steve and said

“Hey man! That’s the sweater I got you!”

Steve grinned right back and nodded. “Uh huh! Dude it’s like— SO fucking comfy you don’t even understand.”

The sweater was a little big on Steve, hanging over his thumbs a bit in the sleeves and landing just below the waistline of his shorts. If Eddie wasn’t so focused on the many moles on his thighs that were on display, the fact that Argyle had gotten Steve a sweater may have rubbed him the wrong way.

As it stood, Steve looked good.

He looked stunning, actually, in his glasses and his hair slightly ruffled in a delicate manner and his eyes wide and bright and—

“Eddie!”

He blinked and Steve was standing in front of him, no one else in the room.

“Huh?”

Steve grinned giddily and laughed at him. “C’mon dude, you’re my ride up, remember?”

Oh yeah. They’d split everyone between his and Argyles vans.

“Isn’t Buckley with us?” Eddie asked as he grabbed his keys and headed out the door.

“Yeah, but I think she’s sticking with Jon and them on the way up.”

Eddie nodded and averted his gaze once more. There was a reason he’d skipped gym and avoided the mall.

That reason was glaring at him with all of its dotted moles and freckles and faint scars.

Jesus Christ he needed a cigarette.

The ride up was uneventful, peaceful even. Eddie let Steve have control over the radio, something Steve thought was normal but was downright foreign to anyone else. Eddie usually fought tooth and nail for control over the music but the sight of Steve singing and drumming his legs (holy shit his thighs jiggled—) and jamming out with a bright smile to whatever Tears for Fears or ABBA song he put on was worth it.

He followed behind Argyle and reluctantly sang under his breath with Steve to Head Over Heels.

The club they ended up going to was a little deeper into the city than they’d initially thought, and was slightly crowded when they got in.

Eddie was immediately hit with the smell of sweat and booze but not in an entirely bad way. In a way that told him that people here had fun.

It was bright and loud and the air tasted like fries (though Eddie might just be hungry). They took an empty table booth in a corner in the back.

After dropping their jackets off and everyone picking a seat, Steve got up to get everyone drinks.

“You want me to come with?” Eddie asked worriedly. It was Steve’s first time in Indy in a while and his first time out of Hawkins since the fall of Vecna. Sue Eddie for being cautious.

But Steve smiled sweetly at him and shook his head. “I’ll be alright, Eds. Be right back.” He knocked his knuckles on Eddie’s head affectionately and walked off. Eddie may have spent a second ogling before snapping his gaze to the table.

“So?”

Eddie looked at Nancy with a raised eyebrow. She raised one right back.

“Soooo…?”

She sighed. “Oh you’re hopeless.”

Jonathan snickered.

“Wha—“

“Are you gonna make a move tonight?” Argyle elaborated.

Eddie shot up real fast. “Make a move? On who, Steve?”

“Yea, on Steve, doofus!” Robin reprimanded.

“There’s no board to make a move on.” Eddie pushed stubbornly. Because it was true. There was nothing there.

Robin groaned and dropped her head to the table.

“Dude, relax your knee. It’s shaking the whole table.” Jonathan tapped Eddie’s leg under the booth.

“Sorry, sorry. He’s been gone a while, right?” Eddie craned his head to look around the bodies of people dancing.

Robin huffed. “Yeah, kinda. But there are six of us, maybe he’s having trouble carrying all the drinks.”

Nancy suddenly kicked his leg under the table, a lot harder than her boyfriend had earlier. Eddie winced.

“Go help him.” Nancy all but demanded.

Eddie was up and away in a second, happy to have an excuse. He faintly heard Nancy and Robin high five behind him.

He weaved through the dancing crowd, bodies jostling him and pushing him forward until he got to the bar and finally spotted Steve and—

And?

Something bubbled low in Eddie’s gut at the man standing in front of Steve. He was taller than both Steve and Eddie, well-built and had a bit of a beard going. He was leaning on the bar next to Steve, sort of caging him in. The scene made Eddie mad for reasons he didn’t give himself time to think about before he inserting himself.

“Steve!”

Both Steve and the asshole’s heads turned to Eddie. Steve’s eyes lit up in recognition and relief while the man’s narrowed in anger at being interrupted.

“You know him, doll?”

Eddie wanted to make the man spit his own teeth out. Nobody else got to call Steve pet names. Just Eddie. It was an Eddie Thing, not an Everybody Thing. Fuck this guy.

“Yeah—“ Steve started.

“Yeah, he does. And yet I don’t think he knows you.”

Eddie stood shoulder to shoulder with Steve, glaring daggers at the douche.

The man scoffed and huffed, walking away and muttering under his breath. Eddie scowled until he could see the guy and his stupid beard. He finally turned to Steve.

Who was absolutely red in the face.

“You alright, sweetheart?” Eddie asked worriedly. “He wasn’t bothering you right? He seemed like a dick, looked like one even before I got up close.”

Steve stared at Eddie wide-eyed with his pretty lips parted. He blinked and spluttered a response.

“U—um, yeah! Yeah, no, I’m— I’m good. I’m alright. I’m great! Yep, great! Uh—“

“Are you sure?” Eddie was concerned, never having heard Steve stumble over a simple sentence so much.

Steve nodded vigorously before turning to the bar snappily. Eddie could still see the red painting his ears.

“Yep! Perfect! Could you help with the drinks? I don’t think I can carry them all, thanks!” And he was off back to the table.

Eddie stared after him for a moment before slowly grabbing the other three drinks and following back through the sea of bodies.

Steve was sat by the time Eddie got back to the booth, whispering heatedly with Robin, Eddie only managing to hear Steve hiss to her “that wouldn’t work!” before noticing his presence and shutting up all together.

Eddie raised an eyebrow but let it slide while he gave Nancy and Jon their drinks. He slid into the booth next to Steve who sat between him and Robin and across from Jonathan.

For the next 10 minutes, they all talked. They talked and laughed and joked and drank. But Steve seemed more in his head than usual.

Eddie was just working up the courage to ask him what was wrong when a guy came up to their table, eyeing Steve. Eddie immediately tensed.

“Hi.”

All six heads turned to the dude who just showed up. But that didn’t deter him much.

“I was just wondering if pretty boy here wanted to dance?” He smirked at Steve, who Eddie felt tense up beside him.

“Um—“ Steve’s voice was kind of shaky, barely. But it was enough (mixed with the anger already brewing in his gut at the NERVE of this guy) for Eddie to finally step in.

“He’s alright.”

Six heads suddenly turned on him.

“Excuse me?” The asshole asked.

“You’re excused.” Eddie waved his hand in a shooing motion.

“Well I hadn’t exactly—“

“And I hadn’t exactly /asked/, now have I? Goodbye.” Eddie didn’t even bother offering a smile to hide the aggression in his tone. His message was clear: Get Lost.

The douche walked away grumbling and conversation soon resumed at the table.

“What was that!?” Jonathan asked incredulously.

Nancy and Argyle were both openly staring at Eddie in bewilderment.

Eddie shifted, but was more focused on the fact that Steve seemed to relax again.

“The dude was being an asshole. Just told him to get lost, not a big deal.”

“He was just asking Steve to dance? I don’t see the problem there.” Robin cut in.

It gave Eddie pause for thinking. She was right; there really was no problem there, so why had he been so upset about the dude asking Steve to dance. God just the thought of it left a bad taste in his mouth.

“It’s fine, Rob. I was just gonna tell him no anyway.”

Eddie looked at Steve then, who was a whole new shade of red.

“Are you alright? You’re all red again.” Eddie worried. Jonathan snorted into his drink and then winced when Steve kicked him under the table. Steve looked at Eddie.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a bit overwhelmed in the tight space I think. You wanna— uh— you wanna go dance?”

Eddie didn’t waste a second with his answer. “Sure.”

Eddie watched Steve and Robin have a silent conversation with their eyes and expressions before Robin grinned in victory and waved at them eagerly.

“Buh-bye! Have fun!” She sing-songed. Steve shot her a glare.

Eddie led Steve to the dance floor somewhere towards the edge of the crowd where there was less people. They really just stood there talking and sipping on their drinks while everyone around them danced.

“Hey, uh— thanks for telling him to back off. I’ve, I’ve never actually… been flirted with? By a guy, I mean— this is like— a brand new thing. But he and the other dude seemed just really creepy so— uh, thanks.” Steve stumbled through.

Eddie stared at his wide, earnest eyes and wondered how no guy had ever flirted with Steve before tonight. Even if the idea of it ever happening made him want to hurt somebody.

(Even though Eddie knows that guys have flirted with Steve before. Knows that he didn’t just make up those looks Tommy Hagan and Billy Hargrove gave him.)

So Eddie smiled and shook his head. “You’re all good, sweetheart. Just don’t want you running into the wrong guys.”

That pretty blush was back again, making Steve look even more breathtaking under the florescent lights and making his smile twice as bright.

Then they were rudely interrupted.

“Hey, babyboy.” Came an obnoxious call from behind Eddie. The guy was, again, taller that Steve, but this time he was barely taller than Eddie (a/n lemme live in slightly shorter Steve fantasy ok—). Eddie immediately hated him and his entire existence. Who just called people that? Babyboy? Was he serious or delusional?

Eddie watched Steve’s shoulders tense awkwardly while the guy spoke. His anger only grew and grew.

“Alright that’s enough dude, he’s not interested.”

The guy didn’t say anything to Eddie but kept talking to Steve which only served to irk Eddie further.

“I said he’s not interested ass face.” Eddie grabbed the guy’s shoulder. He finally looked at Eddie, seeming bored.

“He hasn’t said anything? Why not let the babydoll decide, huh?” He smirked at Steve. Eddie wanted to puke and scream at the same time. He felt like he was chewing on nails listening to this guy. Babydoll? First babyboy and now BABYDOLL??? Who the fuck was this dude? And more importantly would the possible assault charges be worth it?

“Um— yeah, I’m sorry. I’m not really interested in looking for anybody tonight.” Steve confirmed.

“Oh c’mon, doll face, don’t be like that.”

Oh the assault charges would so be worth it.

“He just said he wasn’t interested so fuck off.” Eddie shoved his shoulder. The dude finally turned to look at Eddie, leveling him with a glare that Eddie happily returned tenfold. If looks could kill the guy would have been fucking obliterated on sight.

“If he wasn’t interested then why’s he dressed like that, huh?”

Jail was looking mighty fine to Eddie.

“I’m right fucking here, asshat.” Steve spoke up. “And Im dressed like this because I look good and I know it. Not for fucks like you who have to beg for scraps to get by. I said I wasn’t interested and you’re just causing more of a headache if anything.”

Eddie grinned at Steve. It was so hot when he got all bitchy.

The asshole scoffed. “Oh so baby’s got a mouth on him.”

Eddie finally snapped, those assault charges no where in mind when he punched the guy in the face.

“Eddie!” Steve yelled, absolutely flabbergasted at the sudden violence.

The guy left after that with a threat of harassment charges. Steve took Eddie outside to the alleyway on the side of the club to get away from the crowd and to better examine his freshly bruised knuckles.

“You didn’t have to punch him.”

“He fucking had it coming.” Eddie spat through clenched teeth. He was still seething. And Steve was prodding at the bruises but that was neither here nor there.

Steve looked at Eddie, still holding his bruised hand. His eyes were wide as always and his cheeks flushed once more. His eyes seemed to search Eddie for something.

“Was it cause he was an ass?”

Eddie scoffed. “Of course! He was an ass and made you uncomfortable and—“

And I wanted to be the one to call you baby.

“And?” Steve prompted.

“And… and I hated how he talked to you.”

Steve looked down at Eddie hand, the blush rising to ears again. Eddie hooked a finger under Steve’s chin with the hand that wasn’t bruised and being held.

“Hey, you alright? You’re getting all quiet again.”

Steve’s eyes flitted back and forth between Eddie’s own before he sighed.

“Eddie.. I can’t— I don’t understand.”

Eddie pouted, confused. “Don’t understand what? There’s not much to it, honey.”

Steve cheeks pinkened again with the endearment. “Not— not that. I get that he was a dick— a massive dick attitude to make up for what he was surely lacking—“

That startled a laugh out of Eddie.

“—but I guess I don’t understand the other times? You were never like this before when anyone else flirted, so what changed tonight?”

And wasn’t that a thought.

What changed?

Well for starters, he wanted to kiss Steve. He wanted to kiss Steve senseless, shove him up against a wall and stick his tongue down his throat until he was breathless an begging for it.

So that’s changed.

But he also wanted to hug Steve and hold him right and call him things like Sweetheart and Honey and Love and Baby (which he already does anyway for the most part). He wanted to take Steve places and show him things. Wanted to give Steve every pretty rock he found and show him every cool leaf he saw.

What changed was that he wanted Steve in every which way Steve would let him have him.

But of course, Eddie didn’t express these aloud.

“Eddie…” Steve stared wide-eyed with his mouth opened in shock, his face a violent shade of red.

Or maybe he did express them aloud.

He’d drank more than he thought.

And then Steve was kissing him. Steve was pulling him in by the hand he was holding and pressing their lips together in a kiss that Eddie would never forget, not matter how much he’d drank that night.

They let go of each others hands, Eddie immediately grabbing Steve’s waist and Steve tangling his hands in Eddie hair.

By the time they’d pulled away to breathe Eddie bad fulfilled his wish of shoving Steve against a wall and sticking his tongue down his throat.

“So you were jealous?” Steve teased, playing with Eddie hair where his arms were still wrapped around his neck.

Eddie grumbled under his breath and kissed Steve to shut him up. Steve hummed and smiled into the kiss.

“Kissing me into going to make me drop it, Munson. You were totally jealous of those guys in there.”

Eddie huffed and stooped lower to kiss at Steve neck, gaining an immediate reaction with Steve’s stuttered breath and sudden silence. Eddie chuckled.

“Oh? I thought kissing you wasn’t going to make you drop it.”

Steve hit his shoulder weakly. “Shut it, asshole— mm!” Eddie bit down lightly on the side of his neck.

Then the door to the alley was opening and Robin was telling them to get their horny asses home before thy got arrested for public indecency.

So they agreed to pick up at home. And the whole ride there was filled with relentless teasing about Eddie’s apparent jealousy towards any guy who so much as looked at Steve oddly.

It’s rushed I know but it’s like 2am on a school night 😭 and I’m not upset with the results. Could it be better? Yeah. Could it be worse? Absolutely. It’s not my finest work but oh well 🤷

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1800-page-not-found · 9 months

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Being drunk and complaining how you think your bf/gf is prettier than you (genshin men+women x fem reader) PART 3

ITS THE HARBINGERSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Not doing scaramouche cuz i already did in part 2

Dottore, Columbina, Sandrone x reader (seperate)

TW: implied unhealthy relationship (for dottore bc that man does not treat anyone like a human being, i have mixed feelings about that guy), and id like to state that i do NOT support toxic relationships.

Making another part for the other harbingers bc im really sleepy rn and I just wanna give you guys something because I havent posted in a long time.

The next part contains Pantalone, Tartaglia, Arlecchino x reader (seperate)

Maybe i'll do Signora, Pierro, and Capatino? but Capatino wears a mask??? wtv lol

Please note that you may not like "[name]"s personality, as it may differ from yours.

You had met Zandik when he was a scholar at the Akademiya, before he was expelled for his crimes and immoral acts. Fortunately, unlike the last girl who had fancied him, Sohreh, he did not mutilate your body, because somehow in that rather small and close to non existing heart of his, was you.

But unfortunately, you could not escape his unhinged mindset. You relied too much on the Akasha System. When he did get expelled, you followed with him. After all, thats what the Akasha showed which was best for you. Hundreds of years went by, and he became a powerful harbinger. He still gave you freedom, to some extent. So how did you wind up at his office, crying and drunk?

"Zandik" You cried.

You were ultimately weak in the mind due to your heavy dependency that Dottore had created for you. He smiled as you cried into his shoulder, dampening his clothes.

"Yes dear? What happened for you to come crying to me?" He was your white knight.

You quickly learned that somehow, dottore would always save you, relieving you of your agony. Like he did with the ruin machines when they found Sohreh's body.

"O-one of your clones said you didn't love me and you had another woman…" you hiccup in between your words.

"My dear, do not fret, there are no other women in my life besides you. Why would I require someone else? Those clones can be quite troublesome, and not all of them are friendly. I apologize for their behavior." He soothed you, patting your back. 'Yes, yes...let it all out,' he thought. His clones were doing well, their original sole purpose was to create insecurities and confusion in your mind.

"But-But, I'm not even that pretty, even you're prettier than me! Theres plenty of women who are better than me-what if you dont love me one day?" You mumble, your head still lying on his shoulder.

"Darling, I have to say, I am surprised by your irrational behavior. My affection for you is undeniable, and the fact that you would suggest otherwise is quite hurtful..." Your eyes widened.

Oh, how could you hurt him like that?! After everything he's done for you?...

"No-no! I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you, I-"

"Do you trust me [name]?" He cuts you off.

"Huh? Of course I do!"

"Good, now please can we move on? If we continue to talk about this, my heart will ache even more." He starts to make an expression that he knows will make you feel guilty. You've really fallen deeper into the rabbit hole now.

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Columbina had saved you at your lowest, and you had devoted your every fiber of yourself to her. You decided to get stronger, your sole motivation being paying back your benefactor. Well, that was until the angel-like harbinger said you could pay her back by forming a relationship with her.

You did start off as friends, but that slowly spiraled into a more intimate relationship. You promised to be there for her whenever and wherever, but really, does the harbinger who's ranked third really need protecting?... I mean, you're so much weaker than her, how can you protect her when she's in danger?

That thought slowly grew in your mind-you can't help but just let it all out when drunk on the fine vodka Columbina had brought back for you and her to enjoy...until well, you drank the whole bottle.

You stared at the empty bottle in your hand that once held the highest quality of vodka.

"[name], my dear, what's on your mind?" Columbina spoke softly, her voice sounding like a lovely melody in your ears.

"Mmmm...I don't wanna bother youuu..." You dragged out your words, slurring your speech.

Columbina stood up from the couch and took the bottle out from your hands and gently placed it on the glass coffee table, making a small 'kling' sound. She sat back down and held your hands, which were rather cold so she decided to warm them up.

It was strange how she always kept her eyes closed, but no matter what always aware of her surroundings. This only increased your insecurity, after all, only one with great strength could do such things...and you couldn't.

"[name]." She let go of your hands and placed hers on your cheek, and kissed you softly. "Your thoughts will never be a bother all right? I'll always be there to protect you and be by your side." She smiled at you warmly.

You started to cry, the alcohol heightening your emotions. "That's-that's the thing!" You let out a sob, wiping your tears. "I-I don't want to just rely on you, I want you to rely on me too! But, I'm so much weaker than you and, and you excel in everything! You're smart, strong, independent, and so, so much prettier than me and everyone, you deserve so much better than me I-" Your rant was cut short when Columbina kissed you again softly.

"Oh, [name], I never knew you felt this way, I want you to know that I rely on you every single day, there is not a single moment where I don't rely on you. I know you probably don't believe it, but you make me feel so happy. I don't care if you think that I outshine you, because in my eyes you're the most beautiful and amazing person in the entirety of Teyvat. You're perfect in my eyes just the way you are, and no one else can take that spot." Her voice really soothed you, and as she spoke, you stopped crying.

"R-really? You mean it?..." You sniffled, wiping your tears off your face.

"Yes, now please, there's no need to cry anymore alright?" she kissed your forehead and held you in a warm embrace on the couch.

"Mhm…alright, thank you, I love you…" You rubbed your eyes, tired from crying and fell asleep in Columbina's arms.

Once you were sound asleep, Columbina picked you up, carrying you in her arms bridal style and set you gently on the bed, making sure you're comfortable before crawling into the bed and cuddling with you.

The next day, you woke up, eyes puffy and not a single memory of last night. When you asked your lover, she just giggled and walked away, leaving you confused.

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Sandrone was an interesting character. When you first met, you had actually died. Well more like on the verge of death. Somehow, for some reason, she had saved you, as she had basically turned you into part automaton.

You were supposedly her 'puppet', but, puppets don't act this human. You were crazy for confessing your love to her, the harbinger who was known for only caring about her own works, and having a god awful personality to come with it.

Well, fortunately for you, you did count as one of her works, so perhaps that was the reason why she accepted your confession and you two started being in a relationship?...you still couldn't wrap your mind about this, you were really happy to say the least.

Today, you had practically begged her to come with you to have a picnic and stargaze. She was being quite stubborn. But of course, she couldn't outmatch your own stubbornness and you, thus she gave in.

You were so excited, yet here you were, sitting on the blanket, extremely drunk. You smiled at her, all giggly and bubbly as you wrapped yourself around her arm, hugging her.

Sandrone sighed and frowned, she stopped her work just for this? I mean, it was you... (She'd never admit to loving spending time with you, she's gotta keep her reputation up... but everyone knows, even you, that she has an extremely soft spot for you (and only you.))

"[name]...quit staring at me like that!" sandrone flicked your forehead, earning an 'owwww' from you.

After recovering from the ferocious attack, you laughed and smiled. "But you're just sooooo pretty! I can't keep my eyes off you, the prettiest girl in Teyvat!"

You lowered your voice to a whisper "I think you're prettier than me, all the other harbingers, and the Tsaritsa- Ow!"

She slapped the back of your head. "I will not allow you to speak of her majesty the Tsaritsa like that, [name]!"

She crossed her arms and turned her head away from you, looking angry.

Although, her words seemed to contradict her statement just now. She spoke quietly under her breath, "plus, youre the most prettiest girl in Teyvat, [name]..."

You perked up, perhaps having heightened senses was a good thing. "I heard that!" You shouted and smiled. "You really think that-"

"W-what?! No! You must be imagining things!" She yelled back at you. "Damn it, I shouldn't have heightened your sense of hearing too! Ugh!"

All you did was laugh teasingly at her frustration and embarrassment getting caught being nice, specifically to you. Until you blacked out from the alcohol. That reallllllllyyyy freaked her out, as she frantically carried you back home. (Well, the only reason she showed her 'nicer' side was really due to the only witness being her modified automaton.)

You had slept for a whole day before waking up at noon, with a god awful hangover, causing you to throw up.

(Sandrone ordered one of her machines to take care of you in secret and report to her every hour about your status.)

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #dottore x reader #il dottore x reader #il dottore #columbina x reader #columbina #sandrone #sandrone x reader #harbingers x reader #harbinger x reader #dottore

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ahimhere · 11 days

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Time for You

genre: fluff, slight angst

paring: idol!Hongjoongxreader

au/summary: You missed your boyfriend so you pay him a visit

warning: mentions of feeling unloved and not wanted, mentions of cheating, alcohol mention

rating: 18+

wc: 619

“I always have time for you.”

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It's been two weeks. He's been home for two weeks. You know your boyfriend was - is - busy. You knew that. From the various shows and performances, to practice and him living in his studio, you knew you weren't going to see him often.

But two weeks?

A few messages have been exchanged, but no real conversation, no meaningful conversation and you missed him. He knows you did, you tell him everyday.

'Does he not miss me?' Your mind wandered, spiraled with thoughts. He forgot about you. Or maybe he didn't love you anymore. Why would he, he's just going to keep getting famous and forget about you, right?

No. You couldn't allow this. You shouldn't think like that, not about him.

Sliding off your couch you turned off the tv and grabbed your coat, phone and wallet. You were going to see him and tell him to his face. You left your apartment and headed down to your local 7/11. After grabbing a few beers and a couple snacks, you headed towards his studio.

You arrived 20 minutes later, walking up to the studio door, knocking on the door. The soundproofing of the room didn't help, was he not here? You grabbed the knob to check and felt the rattle of a locked door, he was here alright.

You pulled out your phone and sent Hongjoong a text. Not even a second later the door swung open.

"My love, what are you doing here? Come in, come in." He grabbed your hand, took the bag from it and pulled you inside. After leading you to the spare chair and setting the bag on the desk, Hongjoong closed the door and sat down next to you.

"What brings you here?" He asked, excited to see you, but confused by your presence.

You scanned the room and realized that he's practically been living here. Honesty, him cheating would've felt better. At least it was an excuse. Your feelings aroused quickly as you begin to cry.

Hongjoong quickly got up and grabbed some tissue. He knelt down in front of you and grabbed your hands. "My love what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

"Because-" You choked out, trying to keep your composure. "You've been back for two weeks and have seen me. I've missed you so much, but you didn't. You don't love me anymore. You-"

Hongjoong pulled you into his arms, cutting you off,and rubbed your back. "I am so sorry, y/n. I didn't mean to leave you alone for so long. I meant to visit, but then a song came and- I'm sorry. I do love you, I still do, that hasn't changed."

"I've missed you so much Joong. You're not gonna have time for me anymore. You're just going to become more famous and-"

"I always have time for you. I will ALWAYS have time for you my love." He took your face into his hands and wiped your tears from your check. "Should I dedicate a day to you?"

You nodded your head but started to shake your head no. "You don't have to, you're busy enough." It was too late, he grabbed his phone and opened his calendar, deciding Wednesday evenings are for you, blocking it off every week.

"There, see. No matter what I'm doing that day, I'm coming to see you or inviting you over."

"But-"

"No buts. You deserve my attention, I'm giving it to you." He kissed the top of your head. "If you have to yell at me to get it, do it."

"I'm not going to yell." You laughed at his conviction, but were happy. He really did love you. "I love you Joong."

"I love you more."

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AHHHH!!! I wanted to get this out before their performance tonight. IM SO PROUD OF THEM!!!

Thank you so much for reading!!!

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Masterlist

#ateez imagines #ateez fanfic #hongjoong #hongjoong imagines #hongjoong x reader

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meatr1der · 1 year

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Ive got you

Juicy x sad!reader

concept: you’re having a really bad day and juicy is in the middle of making a video with the boys.

CWarnings: Very slight Angst, Readers been overthinking and overwhelmed, comfort, kinda fluffy

Note: this is the last non nsfw fic for a while since all the ones i have done or nearly done are all smut (sorry for the wait the holidays and finals make things hard also i have some smut already posted on Ao3 and i might post some that won’t be on here idk ;) )

Your visit to family was finally over yet you still couldn’t shake the condescending tones and shameful remarks. You knew deep down they were all wrong but some part of you wanted to latch onto the hope that if you’d changed maybe they wouldn’t shut you out of their lives as much as they did. What would life be like if you had lost all that weight your mother had said you’ve gained, if you hadn’t disappointed your father with your choice of attire. You were an adult now you couldn’t go hide in your room and wish your parents had payed more attention to you, you have to be strong and get over it no use crying over the past..right? Unlocking your front door and stepping in you felt iffy, but once you heard your boyfriends laughs echo down the hall the weight of all your worries and stresses truly set in. The realizations sending you into a hyperventilating frenzy. You stumble into his office dazed with burning tears rushing down your cheeks.

“Hold on guys..” He mutes his mic before turning his chair around to face you . “Babeee i told you not to come in when im- hey hey are you okay?” He shoots up pulling you into a hug.

“i-im sorry i didn’t mean to bother you i ju- i just i need a hug please, please just h-hold me” you say through choked sobs and desperate gasps. His lips gently lay soft kisses atop your head, arms wrapped around your torso holding you tightly.

“no no it’s okay honey you aren’t bothering me at all it’s okay you’re okay try to stay calm breathe “ He hushes you making sure his tone isn’t too shaky with worry in order to calm you. Your bodies begin to sway side to side slowly a hand rubbing up and down your back. You try your best to hold in your cries as your dreadful imagination conjure up the worst possibilities it could muster.

Why are you bothering him? He was having a great time with his friends and you ruined the mood. Idiot..Why are you so sensitive? Stop crying. You’re just making it worse. Leave him alone. He hates you. He’s not going to stay if you..

Before your intruding thoughts could completely take over your mind you’re snapped back into reality by the taller male grabbing your face making you look up at him being met with a soft smile

“Baby? It’s okay, you don’t need to hold it in. You can tell me what’s wrong, that way i can help.” His tone is so gentle.. almost like he is careful not to say the wrong thing that could send you spiraling deeper into this rut, while also making sure you know he really does care. “It’s okay if you still need a minute. Don’t worry, take your time. Let it all out i’ve got you.“ He presses your head against his chest. The thumping of his heartbeat is slightly quicker than usual but soon you hear it start to relax. The bumping in his chest is always just what you need to clear your head. You let out a relived breath you’d been unaware of holding. Still slightly shaking and sniffing you look up into Juicy’s eyes with a teary smile.

“thank you.” Your voice comes out just a pitch higher than a whisper as you pull him into a quick kiss. His hand reached up and rubs your cheek.

“ Wanna talk about what’s got my sweetheart crying before or after i order us some food?” He picks you up allowing you to wrap your legs and arms around him.

“mmm after please.” You say nuzzling into his neck with a muffled laugh. He smiles still rubbing a soothing hand along your spine.

#juicyfruitsnacks #big juicy #the boys #joshdub #mully #the narrator #eddievr #light angst #fluff #x reader #youtuberfic

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geodraws04 · 10 days

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PKMN ScarVio DLC AU ~ Possessed!Kieran

Just finished the page for my contribution to the good ol’ Toxic Chain theory :OOO

I recently finished the Teal Mask and finishing up the Indigo Disk DLC and while i really did like the fact that Kieran’s actions were all his own and makes him a much more realistic/relatable character, I am feeling a little robbed we didn't get a possessed!kieran + i really did not like the direction they took w/ Mochi Mayhem. I felt like it was WAAAY too silly/comedic for my tastes (if you liked it more power to you tho!), and wish we had more lore/backstory and involvement of Pecharunt and the Loyal 3 respectivally.

so i wanted to try killing two birds with one stone and try to mash ID and MM together somewhat! So heres some sketches and concept stuff ft. My PKMN!Violet sona. And also make this AU ANGSTY AS FUCK-

im not a comedy/crack/silly person when it comes to stories involving manipulation/mind control type of stuff because i just get second hand embarressment for those under doing wierd stuff while not aware so if your looking for a “silly haha!” AU with this type of concept ive got bad news for ya… this AU aint gonna be for you-

Starting off… my design for when Kieran is fully possessed by Pecharunt!

I still really liked the fact that Kieran was like. FULLY aware and in his own mind/body during ID; so i want to keep that in this AU too - for the most part.

id like to think that once making a deal with Pecharunt and offering himself to it in order to become stronger, the little peach would slowly feed him mochi that would “numb the pain and guilt if he ever feels doubtful.” At the time of Pecharunt’s debut to the start of ID, pecharunt is extremely weak and thus, its influence isnt as effective or strong. However, when we meet Kieran again, he’s definately beginning to change. throughout the story, we see Kieran’s spiraling descent into madness as he becomes more intimidating and cynical.

i dont have a specific spot where hed have this outfit change, but ill figure it out lol.

However, i def think it would be a bit after his panic attack/mental break down when we defeat him. Since at this point he couldnt uphold his end of the deal with Pecharunt, it has no choice: he offered his body and mind to it to get stronger, but he couldnt keep it up. So now, he has to pay the price.

(This would be right after the Ex-Champ bit - fuck you Draydon)

however, instead of telling himself to get stronger like in canon… he mumbles something indescernable and unintelligable… and then he starts… laughing?

“K-Kieran…?”

“Uh… yo, earth to ex-champion… you doin’ alright-?”

Suddenly… he glares at us… no. He glares at you, tears streaming down his face but an animalistic and crazily wide smile is plastered on his face as he stumbles back up, hugging himself while letting out what one would think is the most maniacal, despairing, crazy cackling laughter one could hear.

That's when you see it - his eyes, formally a light yellow, now a bright yet darkly sinister shade of violet-magenta. The scrunchie he was wearing began growing two strings of toxic chains that waved around like tentacles, and lifted him up in the air like stilts, purple smoke filling the area.

what was happening… whats happened to Kieran.

no, whatever that was…

Thats not Kieran.

The bottom sketch is a small scenario i had in mind!

i want pecharunt to have a larger role so here they are! After returning the teal mask to me and carmine and running off, he stumbles upon an injured and weak Pecharunt, and secretly nurses it back to health. Behind everyone’s backs the two spark a friendship/partnership!

i like to think pecharunt has good intentions and did genuinely want to help kieran get stronger, but i like to think that the toxins it gave to Kieran not only began to mess with Kieran’s mind, but with Pecharunt’s too.

how exactly? No idea just yet lol- ill figure that out later on down the line lol. Along with the loyal 3’s roles in the story as well.

Heres a few for fun and more funny sketches i made to fill up the empty space lol-

also feat. Moi, yuma and shinigami jykghhfjhfdjhygjuy-

QUICK DISCLAIMER! IM NOT SHIPPING MYSELF W/ KIERAN SINCE HES IMPLIED TO BE A TEEN AND IM A LEGAL ADULT!! the DLC came out when i was 17; almost 18 (released a few days before my bday actually!)

i like to think that when this story and AU respectively take place, Kieran is 14 while im 16 turning 17 that fall in Teal Mask (Carmine being 18 or 19?), then in Indigo Disc Kieran is 16, im 18, and Carmine is 19/20. So me and kieran are 2 years apart, while me and Carmine are 1-2 years apart.

Its mostly because id like to think me and kieran’s dynamic is similar to a close friend i have irl and wanted to write it as such while retaining the canon story too. If that makes sense lol.

And one more sady drawing when kieran is freed from Pecharunt’s control!

i think i speak for everyone that we needed a scene where we hugged kieran after all the shit he’s been through-

justice for my baby boy kieran. :,,,))

AAAAAAANNNNNNDDDDD THATS ALL I GOT FOR NOW!!

what do yall think :000

any suggestions/ideas, critiques, whatever is on your mind about this AU is appreciated!! Im gonna get back to my remnant designs lol-

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wherenymphsroam · 4 months

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Game! Ship your mutuals with a character YOU think they match with 🤭

eee omg !! okay umm im So Sorry if some of these are maybe inaccurate or doesn’t make sense because most of these will be based off just overall vibes or A Feeling I’m Getting so !!

@kiorcel re4 leon !!! whether on a more romantic or platonic level, I feel like you guys def have vibes that would just Click. we haven’t interacted directly, but from what I’ve seen, it would be so funny to see how ur guys’ humor would flow with each other !!! see you guys as sort of a brother + sister that irritate each other for shits n giggles then apologize with a ‘hey wanna go grab mcdonalds, i’ll buy’ later that night :3

@90sbee HELENA !!!!! like first person to spring to mind was BAM helena. u guys are so girlfriends like,, very much envisioning checking + touching each others makeup up (her swiping an extra eyelash off ur cheek), u bamboozling her with lipgloss kisses b4 you guys go out for the night (she gets dramatic and almost convinced you she wiped the mark off, but the light catches the gloss on her cheek later that evening and she only smiles when you realize). def puts her hand in ur back pocket whenever u wear jeans :o

@burningcoffeetimetravel okay this is actually making me wanna like rip my hair out but I actually found ur work on ao3 first !!! and for the life of me, I can’t find what piece it was in my history !!! but I remember reading it and just like- being overwhelmed by the amount of Warmth and Comfort you provided the poor guy, and this is definitely pushing my decision to assign u re6 Leon !! re6 was definitely when he was starting to spiral, that breaking point just coming toward him quicker and quicker. this assignment is necessary just based off the fact that that man needs a hug and I just Know you would hold him so dear :( (heavy heavy whump/hurt + comfort vibes here omg)

@ovaryacted im sorry I can’t look at ID leon without immediately attaching u to him JSNDUSHDUS !!!!! very much a power couple fr. thinking like, planning out ‘fancy dates’ and being hot in public and people, except u guys end up cutting the night short to go on a drive (obviously his ass is not behind the wheel) talking about everything and nothing !!!! like …. can also almost see a sort of bonnie n clyde dynamic there ….

@roseglazedlens I def have to say either nanami or jill !!! you just carry this air about you that screams like — loving domesticity, something the both of these poor things Need in a way they can’t admit to. you are sooo so sweet, they would not be able to resist just melting around you :(( have the potential to turn nanami into a sappy man that always Needs to nestle his face into the crook of ur neck first thing when he gets home !!!

🤍 DC CREATORS UNDER CUT !!!! 🤍

@iwantyouinacage im gonna say ID Leon !!!! still has some of that snark from re4, but is wiser in how he uses his words. not nearly as jaded, but jaded enough to want to take it out on someone !!! he would def be a very dynamic and flexible, something I figure u could appreciate 👀 that guy is fr a three in one dom !!!

@misscimi hi I would pay money to watch u with vendetta chris n leon :3 more specifically I need to see u and Chris bicker and him trying to tame u while leon ends up getting inadvertently cucked because things just devolved into u guys arguing :3

@bratphilia MIKEEEE MIKE MIKE MIKE !!!!! I feel so very strongly he would like the frills n the pink and just overall having a pretty doll on his hip :3 very very baseless assumption, but u would put a bow on his fleshlight n he would keep it there because he thinks it’s adorable. comes pouting to you to ‘super glue that thing back on, he must’ve fucked the damn thing thinking about you’ :3

@gilfhub hi I would pay money to watch you and damnation leon try and out ‘creep by radiohead’ each other. better yet, pulling popcorn out when he ends up saying ‘what do you even know about nickleback’ :3 (GET HIS ASS !!!!!!!!)

@sicbaby OOOOO DI LEON. DI LEON ALL THE WAY. sorry he would take such good care of you. the most patient out of all of them, but also the sharpest with his words and knowledge <3 he’s always getting a kick out of you, snorting under his breath at cute mannerisms, silently entertaining any teasing. but will flip the script so fast on u !!!

@dollfacefantasy ummmm i HAVE to say vendetta leon !!! you guys are very similar I think in how you go interact with your space, and I have a feeling you may even somewhat mirror each other in how you process/observe the world around u? anyways u guys are very much strangers that met at a bar and end up round back not even thirty minutes later panting into each others mouths type beat :3

@d10nyx i…. am very much seeing re2 leon with u. except he’s literally just the kid of the guy ur mom got married to, and he’s obviously the golden child and is favored as soon as he moves in, and you guys Hate each other. okay so what if he steals ur panties !!!! maybe you should put your dirty laundry in the wash right away instead of letting ur dirty laundry basket sit in the laundry room while you wait for a different wash load to be done !!!! please give him a sabotaged mayo oreo for me he deserves it thanks 🧍🏻‍♀️

#WHEW ummmm #I think that was everyone ?#if I missed u I apologize !!!!#wrote this up at like 6am so if these make No Sense please feel free to bonk me #yaps. ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚#fairies. 𐦍

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buckyalpine · 2 years

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please im so deprived of comfort fluff with bucky... im just having one of those days bestie

Bucky comforts you when you’re having a difficult day

I hope your day gets better, sending you the biggest hug <3 I hope this makes your day a little brighter

You sat on the couch in the common room, scrolling through your phone, not actually paying attention to anything you were looking at. Your mind was swirling with 1000 things and you couldn't even pin point what emotion you were feeling anymore. You didn't feel darkness...or light. The world just felt grey, lifeless, colorless.

You needed...something. To feel something. You felt too much and nothing at all. You huffed in frustration, tossing your phone aside, a lump forming in your throat, everything starting to overwhelm you. It felt like the world was moving forward and you were stuck in one place, under a cloud you couldn't escape. Hot tears brimmed your eyes, pain forming in your chest, you held your breath trying to collect yourself.

"Hey y/n!" Steve walked by with Bucky, both super soldiers immediately frowning noticing the tears threatening to fall and your labored breathing. You offered a tight lipped smiled, wordlessly waving at them, running to your room before the tears started falling.

You slammed the door shut, locking it before crawling into your bed, sobbing, your breaths coming out in rasps as you tried to calm yourself down. You heard shuffling outside of your door, a soft knock tearing you from your spiral.

"Doll? It's me, are you okay?"

You trudged to the door, carelessly wiping away your tears on the sleeves of your shirt before opening the door. Bucky's heart broke looking at your puffy eyes, sniffling, your body trembling as you tried not to cry again.

"Oh baby, come here" Bucky pulled you into his arms, cradling you as you broke down again. You clung onto him like a koala, your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you to the bed.

Bucky pulled the sheets away, laying down with you, pulling them up to cover you both, cuddling your body against him. He rubbed his hands up and down your back soothing you, kissing the top of your head.

"Shhhh, its okay, let it out, I'm here"

"I- I just want- I don't know-

Bucky held you tighter, as you curled up into a ball, letting Bucky gently rock you in his arms.

“I’m not going anywhere okay? I’m right here, its okay”

Your sobs reduced to soft sniffles, resting your head on his chest, exhaustion washing over you. You peered up slightly hearing another knock at the door; Steve poked his head in, his heart fluttering seeing you in Bucky’s arms.

"Hey sweet heart" Steve smiled softly, walking over with a cup of hot chocolate and his arm full of snacks. “Get some rest, okay?” He placed a quick peck on your head before leaving, giving his best friend a knowing smile before closing the door.

“You want half?” You grabbed your favorite chocolate, breaking half of it off, and handing it to Bucky before stuffing the rest down your mouth, humming contently. He grinned, watching your eyes brighten as you sipped your hot chocolate, licking up the extra marshmallows and whipped cream Steve added.

“You want to watch something?” Bucky flipped on the TV, playing your comfort show as you both snuggled under the covers, sleep taking over once again. You nuzzled yourself closer to Bucky, listening to the steady beat of his heart as you fell asleep.

“Go to sleep baby, I got you”

Bucky kissed your forehead, as he held you for the rest of the night; you’d always be safe in his arms

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lovelytsunoda · 2 years

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that one thing // pierre gasly

summary: they’ve been to hell and back together. a night out in vegas convince pierre to make the biggest, and most important, decision of his life.

pairing: pierre gasly x female wolff!reader

warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of anthoine hubert’s death, mentions of pierre’s red bull demotion and subsequent downward spiral.

author’s note: please how did i not know this photo was a thing :0

it was the spring of twenty eighteen, and pierre gasly was in love.

she showed up three races into the season, appearing one day in the mercedes garage, dark hair tumbling down her back and not a single button on her white petronas polo shirt done up, creating a nice v-neck effect that grabbed the frenchman’s attention immediately.

he couldn’t figure out where she came from, but he knew she had his full attention every second he could manage. when she wasn’t doing social media work, or hanging out with lewis and valtteri, pierre could spot her in the mercedes motorhome, set up nicely in toto wolff’s office with her computer.

it was a race day like no other, and instead of getting ready to go to the starting grid, pierre found his attention wandering away from the toro rosso garage, and over to mercedes, where she was taking pictures with a flashy camera, her airy laughter echoing down the pit lane.

“pierre? pierre, mate!” his teammate, brendan hartley, scolded. “where’s your head at, man?”

pierre didn’t hear a word that the new zealander said, his attention still fixed still on the mercedes garage, and the gorgeous woman in it.

catching his comrades lovestruck gaze, brendan laughed. “crikey mate, do you even know who she is? that’s y/n wolff. toto wolff’s daughter, and literal paddock royalty. if wolff catches you within a twelve foot radius of her, you’re dead.”

y/n wolff. a name of such effortless beauty, in pierre’s mind. death at the hands of the mercedes team principal seemed like a small price to pay for even just a moment in y/n’s company.

“why are valtteri and lewis allowed to hang around her, then?”

“because they’re toto’s drivers and obviously he trusts them more than he trusts you and your bloody reputation.”

fair point, the french driver thought, but im not telling him that.

when y/n laughed again, pierre’s stomach did a backflip. and when she turned around, locking gazes with his, he was a goner. the austrian girl waved, a bright smile on his face as brendan gleefully waved back, pierre still frozen in place as he nervously lifted his arm, waving it back and forth slowly.

from that moment, he knew that y/n wolff was going to be the death of him.

it was a few days later, walking around the paddock after the race, rain absolutely pouring from the sky when he found y/n shivering underneath the awning from the mercedes building, anxiously checking her phone.

“y/n?” he called out, trying to get her attention. “are you okay?”

the austrian shook her head, running her hands up and down her arms to try and warm up. “my dad’s supposed to drive me back, but he got stuck in meetings with the other team principals. horner is giving him shit again over something with the cars. the door’s locked and I can;t get inside and away from this fucking rain because i left my keys in my jacket, which is also inside.”

the frenchman slipped under the awning, slding his arms out of his toro rosso jacket and draping it over y/n’s shoulders. “this should keep you warm. sorry it isn’t dry.”

“that’s fine. you’re pierre gasly, right? brendan’s teammate?”

“the one and only.”

y/n cracked a small grin, extending her hand. “y/n wolff, but i guess you already knew that.”

pierre shook her hand with a smile. “let me give you a ride home. you shouldn’t be standing in the rain by yourself.”

“i’d like that.”

the entire car ride back to the hotel, y/n and pierre shared a mug of hot chocolate and stories about their lives. pierre talked about karting and growing up in france, and y/n told pierre about her college courses in marketing, growing up in austria, moving to england and what it was like to have a man like toto wolff as her father.

pierre hung on to her every word, drawn in to y/n and her bright laugh, her mesmerizing eyes.

he was down so bad and he didn’t even know it yet.

“this is me.” y/n said, pointing at the sign for the hilton as pierre pulled into the parking lot. “thank you, pierre. this has actually been really nice. as you can tell, i don’t really get to know too many other drivers.”

“i should introduce you to some of them. you’d probably really like charles. and maybe daniel, although he can be a little much at first.”

“you’ll have to introduce me when i get a spare moment. between looking out for my dad, social media managing for the team and fucking studying, i don’t really have any time.”

the car was quiet, save for the rain pinging against the windshield. in the halflight, y/n’s lips looked so kissable, and it was all that the toro rosso driver could do to not lean over the seat and kiss her then and there, brendan’s warning about toto’s protective streak ringing in his head.

“so, i’ll see you tomorrow?”

y/n nodded. “see you tomorrow, gasly.”

she still had his jacket, and pierre wasn’t even worried, for it gave him a reason to see y/n wolff again.

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it was the end of the season, and the teams were throwing a party in the paddock, mechanics engineers and drivers mingling under the bright lights while music played in the background.

y/n wolff was standing with lewis, nursing a can of sprite and laughing at something that the brit had said. she was only half paying attention, all of her attention on somebody ese in the paddock.

pierre gasly was at the other end of the central area, head tilted back in laughter as his friend clapped him on the back.

the sight took her breath away.

over the remainder of the season, she and pierre had gotten closer than the austrian had ever expected. pierre would bring her a hot chocolate every morning, ask how her classes were going. he’d invite her out places with the other drivers, make her feel included.

toto knew what was happening, and he warned his daughter every time that the drivers were off limits, and that they would just break her heart one day.

but y/n was never one to follow instructions.

“you’re staring again.”

“fuck me.” y/n swore under her breath, taking another sip of her soft drink. this wasn’t the first time that she had been caught staring at the frenchman. in fact, it had become a regular occurrence.

she was just glad that her father never noticed.

lewis chuckled. “i think you’d rather pierre do that than me.”

“piss off, hamilton.”

the mercedes driver rolled his eyes. “you know, i was talking to brendan the other day, and he said pierre never shuts up about you.”

“yeah, right. and anyways, my father would never approve of me dating a driver. he only warns me about their so-called ways before i leave for every event that anybody has ever invited me to around here.”

“you can’t run from your feelings forever, y/n. pierre could have any girl that he wants, and right now he wants you so badly. you need to do something about it.”

she turned her head, taking another look at the group of younger drivers, a sliver of light bouncing off the cross dangling from pierre’s neck. the frenchman stopped laughing long enough to take his phone out of his pocket before erupting into cheers.

“i got the red bull seat!” pierre shouted, throwing his arms around charles and brendan. “i’m driving for red bull!”

the other boys cheered him on, jumping up and down with their arms around each other, revelling in pierre’s success.

and the forbidden fruit had never looked so much sweeter.

“fuck this.” she said lowly, passing lewis her can of sprite before marching off into the crowd, lewis protesting behind her as she marched up to the french driver.

y/n didn’t even have time to think before she was grabbing pierre by the collar of his shirt and smashing her lips onto his with reckless abandon, soft lips moving in unison as pierre’s warm hands caressed her curves over the fabric of her red dress.

when the pair finally broke apart, they were out of breath.

“congratulations, gasly.” y/n smiled

“are you not worried that your father might see?” pierre grinned slyly. “after al, he did warn you about us drivers.”

“don’t mention my dad when i’m trying to jump your bones.”

“my hotel or yours?”

that night was the beginning of a long seasonal break of sneaking around behind closed doors, flying out to meet each other instead of being at the factory with their teams and using any excuse tey could to meet up with each other.

it was a secret relationship that would have impressed even romeo and juliet, and every day, y/n swore she fell more and more in love with the frenchman, and he would say the same about his feelings for her.

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belgium, twenty-nineteen. y/n was in her father’s office finishing up a term paper on marketing strategies. the last assignment of the year before she would have to fly back to london to sit her final examinations.

her headphones were in, filling her ears with the sounds of the spice girls while her fingers flew across the keyboard when her phone rang, pierre’s face lighting up the screen.

“hey, baby. what’s up?”

she knew from the moment pierre started speaking that something was wrong, his breathing was heavy, his voice strained.

“baby, is everything okay?”

“no.” that was all it took for the french driver to break down. “i lost the red bull seat. horner fired me.”

y/n felt her heart shatter, she knew how hard pierre had been working to keep christian horner’s approval, as well as his spot as max’s teammate.

“can you come over?”

“i’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

when she got to the hotel and found pierre, he was sitting against the headboard with his head in his hands. his body was wracked with silent sobs as y/n sat next to him on the queen sized bed, warpping her arms around his trembling frame before pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“red bull doesn't deserve you. you’re going to stick it to them one way or another.”

“i hope you’re right.”

they stayed like that all night, y/n whispering words of encouragement as pierre clung on to her like his life depended on it.

because he was so sure that it did.

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pierre had done it. his first podium, although it ended up being back at toro rosso, not red bull like he had planned.

y/n watched it happen from the mercedes garage, and while the rest of the team was up in arms about lewis’ grid penalty, y/n was filed with pride for her boyfriend as she looked over at where pierre was celebrating with his team, an ache in her heart at the idea that she couldn't join them without exposing the relationship to her father.

she was walking back to the mercedes hospitality site to grab a coffee for toto when somone tapped her on the shoulder.

danill kvyat was standing behind her, still covered in sweat from teh race as he grinned, passing her a folded sheet of paper.

“loverboy wants to see you.” the russian grinned. “remind me why this is a secret again?”

“because my father would freak out, duh.”

actually, y/n wasn’t super sure of that now. she was certain toto was starting to figure it out, but he was easing up on y/n and her constant outings with pierre and the other drivers.

“he’s going to figure out eventually.”

“i know, dany. just let me enjoy this while i still can. you know, before the shit hits the metaphorical fan.”

“fair enough.”

when the russian driver was gone, y/n unfolded the notecard.

meet me for dinner tonight, and get dressed up. i ordered local, i guess you could call it austrian food although i guess it’s just called food here. can;t wait to see you! i love you, mon amour.

- pierre

a few hours later and y/n is standing outside pierre’s hotel room, a gigantic bouquet of flowers in her arms as she knocks on the door. when the toro rosso driver pulled the door open, he immediately pulled y/n in for a kiss, not caring who else may have been in the hallway to see him kiss toto wolff’s daughter.

“pierre!” y/n scolded gently, guiding the frenchman back into the hotel room, anxiously looking around to see who else was in the hallway. she only exhaled when she realized that nobody associated with formula one in any way shape or form was around to see the kiss.

“mon cher, these flowers are gorgeous, but i have no idea what to do with them.” pierre laughed, taking the massive bouquet from his girlfriend

“please, at least i didn’t get you a massive fucking cake. too short notice.” y/n joked, remembering the cake that pierre has sent her for her college graduation just three months prior. “i lied through my teeth and told my dad that cake was from lewis and valtteri, and im still not sure he believed me. it was an incredible cake, though.”

pierre lead y/n out to the balcony, the cool spielberg breeze dancing over their skin as they sat across from each other at the patio table, hands interlocked as y/n told him how proud she was.

later that night, clothes strewn around the room, duvet cover pushed to the floor and cotton sheets wrapped around their sweaty bodies, y/n and pierre lay silently in the bed, pierre’s lips dancing over y/n’s skin as he pressed gentle kisses to the top of her head, the austrian girl tracing shapes on his sweaty skin, both parties wiped out from their earlier activities.

“anthoine would be so proud of you, pierre. i hope you know that. i bet he was up there with jules, and they were both watching you and charles out there today, giving you and extra little bit of luck.”

pierre paused, holding his lover tighter. “i miss him so much, y/n.”

“i know you do.” y/n said softly, taking his hand in hers. “but he’s always going ot be with you.”

pierre kissed her softly, almost desperately. “somehow you always know what to say. i love you, y/n.”

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fast forward another few years, and toto finally knows. he was never supposed ot know, at least not as soon as he did, but he did accidentally walk in on the two of them making out while pierre’s hand was halfway up toto’s daughter’s shirt, which was not the way he was supposed to find out.

shockingly, toto was far from surprised, revealing that he had suspected for months.

and that valtteri was a snitch, but y/n was willing to forgive and forget.

the duo are in vegas with the other drivers and their girlfriends, ahead of the 2022 season. it was one of daniel’s hair-brained schemes, and there was already a betting pool going on which fools would make the worst life decisions.

there was $100 on nicholas latifi accidentally marrying his teammate alex.

there was almost $1500 on daniel pulling a “the hangover” and getting on the wrong side of some foreign mobster at a craps table and not remembering any of it.

to y/n, that one seemed the most likely.

just for kicks, sebastian vettel had thrown down $50 on lando norris drunkenly attempting to pole dance.

everybody wanted to see that last one. except lando, of course.

the group was drinking in the hotel bar, and pierre was already three beers in, dreamily watching y/n dancing with lily and lusia, alex and lando’s girlfriends.

“you are in love, mate.” daniel laughed, nudging the alphatauri driver in the side.

“no shit, sherlock.” charles leclerc laughed. “he’s been in love since before she made out with him in front of the entire paddock for the first time. actually, since before they even had a conversation!”

“that’s enough, charles.” pierre scolded his best mate.

“dude, it’s been like, five years.” daniel continued. “two of which were in secret. when are you going to ask her?”

marriage. of course, pierre and y/n had had the conversation before, and they both agreed that they wanted it, but they way both of their lives were going, they just couldn't find the time to plan a ceremony, or book a honeymoon. it wasn’t practical.

“it’ll happen when it’s meant to.”

“so when there’s a baby on the way?”

pierre choked on his beer. “what the fuck, daniel?”

“do you want to spend the rest of your life with her or not?”

pierre looked over at y/n again, now back at the long table and laughing with yuki.

“of course i do. i love her, man.”

“then fucking do something about it, gasly.”

pierre got up from the bar and went back to the table, charles and daniel not too far behind as he wrapped his arms around y/n waist, resting his chin on her shoulder.

“let’s get married.” he said it quickly, frankly, no question, no lead up. “we’ve been thinking abut it for ages, so why don’t we do it tonight, elvis impersonator and all?”

the room went silent, everybody holding thier breaths as they waited for y/n wolff’s answer.

“okay. let’s go get married.”

the table burst out into cheers, a group of girlfriend’s ready to whisk yn off to go dress shopping.

“alright, time to delegate tasks!” daniel declared, rubbing his palms together. “ladies, you will go with y/n and get her ready for the big day. charles, yuki and lewis, you guys are in charge of getting pierre ready. go find him a suit or something. george and alex, you guys call around, find us a wedding chapel with an elvis. this is las vegas, it shouldn’t be that hard.”

lily and lusia were full of giggles and laughter as they guided y/n through the racks of dresses.

“i don;t want anything big or fancy. or traditional. why wear white? let me get something i can wear again.” y/n insisted. “nothing about my relationship with pierre has been traditional, so why should our wedding be anything different.”

“i mean, you’re already getting elvis, what more do you need?” lily joked, reaching for a plastic hangar. “what about this one?”

y/n’s jaw dropped as she ran her fingers over the striking red fabric. “lily, this one is incredible. red always has been pierre’s favourite color on me.”

“oohh, so romantic!” lusia gushed, hands on y/n’s shoulders.

the girls didn’t even bother getting a bag for the dress, walking out of the boutique in the ball gown as they searched for a sephora or something, a place where literally anybody could do y/n’s wedding makeup in under two hours, now that alex had texted lily and told her they found a chapel.

an hour and a half later, makeup done and ready, y/n stopped outside a charity shop.

“babes, what do we still need, and from a pawn shop, no less?” luisa had asked, attempting to keep the crew on track.

“rings. text the guys, find out if pierre remembered rings.”

“according to daniel, who told alex,” lily began “he grabbed one for you, but not one for himself.”

y/n pushed the shop door open. “let’s go find him a ring, then.”

the three girls must have spent what felt like forever poring over the box of pawned rings, and then the box of necklaces that lily insisted on, realizing that the bride’s neck was still bare of any jewlery.

“this is the one.” y/n grinned, picking up the delicate gold band. “look at it, its stunning.”

“and this necklace goes perfect with that dress.” lily smiled, gently putting the gold chain around y/n’s neck, red stones resting comfortably against her skin.

“let’s go get you married.” lusia said, excitment evident in her tone.

“let’d go get me married.’ y/n agreed, equally excited as she linked hands with both girls.

over at the chapel, pierre gasly had never been more nervous in his life. his palms were sweaty, knuckles white from how hard the was clutching the ring box. he popped the small velvet box open again, looking down at the ring. this was it, this was really happening.

“you’re going to be fine, mate.” lewis insisted. “she’s head over heels for you, she’ll be here.”

they were all wearing suits, dressed down slightly due to the circumstances of the wedding, but formal and fancy nonetheless, and largely thanks to lewis’ taste.

“i love her, plain and simple. and i can’t wait to spend the rest of my life at her side.”

“she’s here!” yuki shouted, running down the aisle. “y/n is here!”

everybody scrambled to get in their places, charlotte diving for her phone to play the instrumental to ‘champagne problems’ while y/n walked down the aisle.

pierre was floored. y/n had never looked more stunning, wrapped in layers of delicate red fabric as she walked towards him, lily and luisa in matching champagne colored dresses behind her.

sebastian was hiding behind the altar, phone in hand while he filmed the bride coming down the aisle. he knew that tot would want to see it later, and that the team principal would be pissed that he missed the chance to walk his daughter down the aisle.

y/n walked up the three steps to the altar, neon lights making everything look slightly hazy. the elvis impersonator was wearing pink, and something about that seemed fitting, like the pink vintage cadillac she saw waiting outside.

before pierre could even get a word in, she heard two voice shouting her name. looking past pierre’s shoulder, she saw carlos in the front row, holding pierre’s phone in the direction of the altar, screen facing forward.

daniil kvyat and brendan hartley were on video call, both waving joyfully at the bride and groom, prompting y/n to burst out in a fit of laughter.

“hi!” she said quielty waving frantically at the camera before turning back to pierre.

“hey, gasly.” she said nervously, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“hey, wolff.” the frenchman grinned, leaning forward and quickly kissing her on the forehead. “let’s get married.”

y/n smiled. “let’s get married.”

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the morning after, pierre and y/n gasly would have been content to sleep the morning away in each others arms, but alas, an early morning phone call to pierre just had to get in the way. his phone was ringing constantly, and eventually y/n insisted that her new husband should just answer the damn phone.

still groggy, pierre rolled over and reached for his phone, which was charging on the floor, where he insisted he wouldn’t knock it over in the middle of the night ( logic that y/n never understood ), golden wedding ring glittering on his finger.

“hello?”

“pierre do-you-even-have-a-middle-name gasly!” toto wolff shouted, his voice carrying to where his daughter was still lying in bed, panic crossing her features as she shot upright in bed. “i just got a video from sebastian of you and my daughter getting married at a fucking elivs chapel in las vegas!”

pierre’s eyes were wide with panic as he looked over at y/n, mouthing ‘what do i do?’

“mr. wolff, i can explain-”

“i’m not mad that you got married i knew it was going to happen, but why was i not invited!?”

“it was a spur of the moment thing, mr. wolff, i assure you that we would have invited you if it was planned-”

“yet your former teammates were there via video call!”

pierre didn’t have an answer for that.

“baby, just give me the phone.” y/n said softly, reaching around pierre’s body

“or i could just do this.” pierre answered simply, hanging up the phone and setting it to do not disturb, dropping it back onto the hotel carpet. “now, where were we, mrs. gasly?” he said with a smile, leaning in to kiss his bride.

#pierre gasly x reader #formula one x reader #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #alphatauri #pierre gasly #liked by pierre gasly #lovelytsunodas one direction series #wedding saga bc there will defo be more

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7x4 live tweets

- RAVIIIIIII EYAYAYSHUY YEASSSSS SMY BABY IS HOMEEEE

- buck is literally going insane this is crazy

- “do you know what’s it’s like to meet someone and just click” “i do. i really do” with the somber ass look?? sir your GAY is showing

- this is the first time i’ve ever actually thought buddie might happen. if it isn’t, the producers are just laughing in our faces atp

- they’re really not paying enough attention to the fact that that woman SHOT her son

- harry ate athena’s ass up bc why are you always defending the cop black woman??? that’s the one thing abt her character i try to ignore

- the amazon ad? hello?

- ms. nelson was acting her ass off

- i genuinely feel like i can’t watch this episode the secondhand embarrassment is getting me

- and the gag is tommy is so nice and normal to buck th at he could just ask if he could join his and eddies plans and tommy would say yes but buck is so in his head about his crush friendship with eddie that he’s spiraling

- this basketball sequence is so tense im cringing omg

- this is is embarrassing to watch im losing my mind

- chimney using bucks name as a verb to mean messing something up was uncalled for a little cruel tbh especially bc we know he already struggled with that

- also harry is 34 wtf is this. how old is he every supposed to be

- “it’s not about right or wrong, it’s about making it home alive” athena kinda ate that. she’s still wrong though

- this show needs to stop taking about race especially in the context or relationship with cops bc they never do it right. moral of the story is sympathize with the cop and don’t ever be angry or upset or disgruntled or annoyed in public ever bc if you are, whatever happens to you is your fault bc you should know better than to show human emotion and be black

- also this is all cute and fun and buck is jealous and doesn’t know how to act ha ha but sir you’re 30 something your sister shouldn’t have to tell you that hurting people for attention is bad

- this was the wrong episode to watch at work i literally have no words just want to scream

#911 tv show #911 on abc #911 abc #buddie #evan buckley

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Okay here are the doodles! They all feature Ben, in ways that can be seen as either friendship or as a ship, I dont mind what you see it as although a few I did make specifically to be seen as a ship, because while they aren't a canon couple in au, my god they are so adorable and I can't help but draw them anyways-😭

There will be some lore underneath the pictures, and also I'll discuss a little more about the relationship chart and character refs im working on afterward

Okay, lore time. Im not a big pokémon fan. Nor am I big on the pokepastas, which seem, to me, to have honestly spiraled into their own mini fandom on the sides of creepypasta, which is actually pretty cool, I'd love to explore more of it, but again, im not big on pokémon, I've only played like two or three games throughout my life, and I just can't find the interest to do it. My sincere apologies if my lore for Silver upsets anyone who is super big on Pokémon or pokepastas for not being accurate, but then again, that's what headcanons are for, things that aren't canon. I've tried doing little research and the closest thing I could come close to developing lore for Silver was 'Snow on Mt Silver'. Im not sure if its the same character or something entirely different, so bare with me as I say im merging the two ideas from each into one. Now, lets get this mess over with because I have no idea what I'm doing im kinda revamping my own lore as I write this😭

If anyone noticed, on the birthday chart I have, next to Silvers name, in parentheses, is the name;

Jae-Ing.

It doesn't sound like an American name, now does it? No, thats because, im my lore, Silver had a life before death, he isn't just a glitch in the coding and what not. He was Korean. Throughout the more I explain, the more resemblance you'll see in Ben's story, thus why they get together well, because they share a somewhat same experience.

Going to a private high school in Korea wasn't easy. At all. 'Jae' didn't have it eady, either. He had to have a job ontop of all the schoolwork he was required to do to help his mother pay off the payments for attending a private high school. His father is out of the picture, having died before Jae was even born. He and his mother were extremely close, and even though they struggled at times, they never let their bond break.

Jae was 16 the year he died. He was a big fan of Pokémon, owning every game possible and knowing every small detail. He was harassed and bullied for his interests, and was always considered a nerd, barely having any friends. He was considered an outcast, and was always excluded of things other students did. He was very intelligent though, and did well in school.

Of course, that didn't matter to the other students.

Nearing the end of the year, staff had presented a field trip, one that would last three days, to hike Mt Hallasan. It was winter, however, so the mountain was covered in snow, so students were told to be extra prepared and to be cautious and stay within their assigned groups and to NOT leave the trail.

Jae wasn't going to go, but his mother had insisted on it, saying it would be a fun experience, and that he deserves a break anyways. So he went.

Not having any friends is why the whole trip backfired on Jae's side.

He was paired with kids who had commonly made fun of him, and being on an exciting field trip was no excuse. They'd constantly steal his things, such as his small console he kept with him in which he'd play his favorite games on. Or sometimes jackets or blankets he so very needed.

He was miserable and wanted to go home, but it was too late to turn back by the time the though occured to him.

On the second to last night, when their group had finally managed to reach the top, they thought it'd be funny to fall behind their supervisor, to walk with Jae, who walked behind all of them, to suddenly act like friends, forcing them all to walk slower and slower until the supervisor was far enough ahead to where he didn't notice one of the girls start pushing him as they resumed their bullying tactics. She kept pushing and pushing, trying to get him to fight, but Jae wasn't the fighting time.

She got angry, and kept pushing, until, before someone could say something, she pushed him over the edge of the trail, down a steep hill.

They ran off.

Didn't look back, didn't bother to try and help him. Instead, they ran, not wanting to be caught at the scene.

The impact left Jae scratched up and bruised. One arm was broken. He couldn't get back up to the trail, especially with a broken arm. He tried to find a way down the mountain, a way to find help. But night fell quickly and made it impossible to see. The temperatures dropped. His limbs began to freeze as he got colder and colder. He kept his bag close, scared. Scared, alone, nearing death. He kept going until he physically couldn't. Until his body gave out and left him a lying heap in the snow.

He died. Cold. Frozen, black limbs. Alone, scared, wishing he stayed home with his mother. Oh, and how the news broke her when her sons body was eventually discovered.

His soul was sucked into his console, into the very game world he loved, due to dark magics of some sort that I might explain in another post.

He lost any memory of his former life. He didn't know why he was so sad, why he was always scared, why he didn't like the cold. He didn't have the answers to his questions. He still doesn't to this day, even after exiting the console by the force of Slenderman and with the help of Ben.

He is yet to remember his past. But perhaps for now its a mercy that he doesn't.

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ANYWAYS yeah that's my take on Lost Silver. Its kinda shitty and definitely not canon but it's whatever.

Moving on, I finally have the icons done that I'll be using for the relationship chart!

All I have to do now is digitalize them, make the chart, and boom, it'll be done. FinaLLY. so expect that MAYBE later today or tomorrow, we'll find out and see which happens first.

Now, about the character refs. I plan on doing them for Ben(which is done), Jeff(Hes next), Toby, Liu, and EJ, as they'll probably be the most frequently seen on the blog.

I would like to mention the fact my ref for Ben was a total flop. Its quite saddening especially since I spent more than a day on it, but its in the past, and can't control everyone's preferences. Hopefully the ones in the future will be more appealing, and if not, oh well, that just means I've got work to do and revamping and redoing them, because there's always room for improvement. I'd like to thank everyone real quick for the support I've already received so far, because even if the ref was a flop, im still extremely grateful for everything else!

Anyways thats the end of my super long post thank you goodbye im going to sleep this was too much writing

#creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #ben drowned #art #creepypasta art #gaymer ramble #gaymer art #bendrowned #Lost silver #Ben drowned #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta fanart

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