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trungles · 2 months

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Processing Process, and More Processing

I made this post free and publicly readable on Patreon, but I'm reposting the whole thing right here too because, well, it's a free post, and I don't want to make you click away from your dashboard if you don't need to. But also if you want to support my work, here's the link to the post.

It's a little bit about cartooning, a little bit about drawing, and then it turns into a eulogy for a chicken.

I wrote “process” more than once, and now the word looks funny and is beginning to lose its meaning to me.

This post is about a few things, and it’s a little bit on the sad end of things. Nothing dire! No worries. There’s just a little mention of death, just as a heads up.

Before we get to that, though, I’ve been doing some work and had some thoughts.

I’m often asked about how I draw the noodle hair on my characters, and the answer is typically that I draw each and every line with my hand. But there are considerations of movement and volume that go into it beyond its texturally decorative purposes. I love being able to convey shape and motion with it. It’s less evident, I think, in my illustration work, but I think it’s much more obvious when I do sequential work. In the above image, you can see me working out a sequence of Angelica having a series of thoughts. Her head sort of moves, and her eyes follow. You can see I’d planned out the general shape of the hair and how I’d like it to move.

I wound up moving the drawings a little bit so that the readers eyes will actually follow the character’s eyes as it moves gently rightward on the page. The hair is there to accentuate the movement, like so:

It’s a consideration I employ in all my drawings, but especially when I’m drawing hair and fabric. I don’t use a lot of action lines, so this becomes an important way to give the reader the information that someone is moving through a space. Resistance, gravity, and motion are all things I have to keep in the back of my head when I’m doing these little drawings. I think the planning actually takes more time than the inking, which can happen pretty quickly once I map it all out.

In other news, I’m starting to take my extracurricular artistic development a little more seriously in the silliest way possible.

You wouldn’t know it, but I studied painting college—a medium I switched to after the printmaking professor and head of the Art Department at the time told me I probably shouldn’t be an artist (he gave me a hard candy for my trouble). I recently bought a bunch of little dolls, dressed them up, and am returning to my painting roots. It feels really nice to work in big blobs of color instead of lines. It’s an exercise I came up with in response to a common lament from art students.

One of the more aggravating generational tensions described to me by art school students is when professors describe a student’s portfolio as “too anime” without much explanation. I know what the professor means. They’re trying to get at how referencing your favorite anime or cartoons means that your style becomes a simulacrum, an imperfect copy of a copy, and you never learn to develop your own sense of judgment about where a line or a shape needs to go. And we can tell. It’s a way of working that is perfectly fine for cartooning because cartooning is closer to hand-writing than it is to drawing. I always turn to Charles Schulz’s work for an example. Those figures aren’t literally depicting children—with their little chessboard-pawn proportions and bread-loaf feet—but we read them as endearing children because we’ve come to a consensus between us, the readers, and Charles Schulz, the author, that those shapes mean those things. There are no whiskers or paws in the shape of the word “CAT” but you look at those three letters together, and you know the thing to which it refers. That’s an aspect of cartooning, too. Of course, what elevates it from mere writing is, in part, due to the fact that those little figures do not lose their meaning the more you depict them.

To really draw well, though, you have to do those fundamentals. You have to draw from life. There’s no way around it. It helps you develop a stronger sense of where you like to lay down your lines and shapes, no matter how stylized you like to work. It grows your judgment, and every artist’s best tool is their own well-honed sense of artistic discernment about their own work.

But that doesn’t mean you have to surrender the stuff you like or the things that inspire you to make art! I tell students that if they want to hold fast to their anime style AND hone their fundamentals to develop their eye as an artist, they should buy little figurines and toys of their favorite characters, prop those up against a light source, and draw them as still life objects. Like, yes, do the vases and the figure drawings and all those, I still think those are important. But if this is what you need to keep you interested in drawing from life, having some toys around is a great way to do it! Also, bless those sculptors and toy designers. They’re the best.

I think there’s something to be said about remembering to imagine the physicality of the things we draw, in all its dimensions and in the way it catches the light or casts a shadow. It helps sentimentalize things, too. Makes them feel more real, even emotionally.

Edwina died on Tuesday night, after a few final snuggles, surrounded by her favorite treats. She was about five years old, which is old for a chicken, and she had a very comfortable life. We buried her this morning. She was a good hen, J’s personal favorite.

It really feels like the end of an era. She was the last surviving member of our very first flock. After the other hens died, she really seemed to prefer the company of people over other hens. She is survived by Snooki and Nelly, our two other young birds who get along quite well together, actually.

A baby chick costs between three and five American dollars, typically. An egg-laying hen could be between twenty and fifty bucks, depending on the breed. There are roughly 26 billion chickens living in the world today, about 518 million of them here in the United States. They come pretty cheap. And a part of me was moved to cynicism, entertaining the thought that it might be strange to feel sadly over a little animal that, at most, might be roughly equivalent to the price of a fancy lunch and a coffee.

I watched the 1974 musical version of The Little Prince recently, and I remember it mostly because Bob Fosse was in it and scared the crap out of me as a kid—he played the snake that would take the Little Prince back into the sky when his body gets too heavy to take with him. Gene Wilder plays the Fox whom the Little Prince befriends and tames among a garden of roses. The Fox explains that he is like any other fox in the world, but he is changed—made special and particular to the Little Prince—with time, effort, and patience. So, too, is the Prince’s little flower special to him. Out of all the flowers in the universe, she was the one he watered and protected under a little glass jar. And that’s enough.

I knew my little hen would not live that long. It could be very easy to take a broad view of the life expectancy of a hen and distance myself from it by virtue of its mortality and its commonness. People who raise livestock do it all the time. But I also think it’s wonderful that we should all be capable of loving very small, very brief little things. Edwina is not, to my mind, the rough equivalent of a fancy lunch and a coffee. She was our little hen. For her whole life, she was ours. And I’m so happy she was here.

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I’m actually disappointed Ganondorf nuke explosion death had no consequences on the land. A bomb just exploded in a giant beam of light. And nothing happened? No mountain cracked, not a single tree destroyed, no land was burned? At least give us a crater. An honorary Ganon crater, just for him. Forever imbedded into the earth

I HATE THAT THEY EXPLODED HIM FOR SO MANY REASONS-

I feel like exploding Ganondorf was such a hollow way to end his life. Apart from my issues around the fact that this nullifies everything we've learned about draconification after the game spent a couple of cutscenes reinforcing the permanency and immortality factor of the act, it just felt really annoying that it didn't apply to either Zelda or Ganondorf who are the main dragons of this story. (And before someone comes at me with the "oh what if dragons are immortal like lobsters are where they only die when they are killed" well, okay, then why spend so much time telling me, in several cutscenes, that dragons lose themselves and are immortal and it cannot be reversed? When it's emphasized that much the purpose is usually to reinforce that becoming a dragon is really *really* a permanent change, not that by the power of love and friendship and the gods hate Ganondorf that much that none of those rules apply)

Then, yeah! As you said! Ganondorf's explosion was of nuclear proportions! Fine, Link and Zelda are special and being right in the vicinity didn't vaporize them somehow (I guess another power of Rauru and Sonia is to pull Link into some pocket dimension to initiate their changing of Zelda back to herself or something), but the rest of Hyrule? The light from that explosion should cause eye damage in like half the population. There should be a huge crater or at least the land around him burned out of all greenery and living beings (which would at least leave a permanent legacy of what Ganondorf had intended to do). I guess we never get to really see Hyrule post-game anyways, maybe they would consider these things if we did (I highly doubt it because Hyrule's a magical place where specifically when the king of demons explodes in death Hyrule's blessed light prevents the land and its people from suffering any consequences).

(Okay fine change Zelda back to herself but also, she doesn't remember *anything* from being a dragon? Man these characters really go through everything with no consequences suffered at all! You blame Ganondorf for being mad?)

And finally, my problem really with it is how Ganondorf's death is sort of treated like...well like he was just in the way instead of a meaningful part of the story. In OoT, when you first "kill" him, Zelda acknowledges him in a show of pity, implying that he had reached a point that he just could not be saved from himself. When he is sealed away, you can see in his eyes and his face how Zelda's words about his inability to properly control his power really shows itself, having gone mad and swearing vengeance on their descendants. In Wind Waker, his final words are "The wind is blowing", perhaps alluding to what he had said previously, that the only winds he had ever felt were the winds of death, and here he is feeling it once more in death, having truly lost everything in that moment. In Twilight Princess, Ganondorf dies on his feet, the scene silent as Link and Zelda watch, as Zant cracks his neck, as Zelda bows her head once he closes his eyes. You don't have to *like * Ganondorf, but his deaths and his sealing left an impact on the player, mirroring the message and themes of the game. This just felt like "well, let's just get him out of the way quickly so we can move on to focus on Link and Zelda reuniting" which, look, I think that final fall where you dive for Zelda is epic, it gets me in the feels ngl. However, it just like, what does it say about the antagonist? What did he die for? Is he that callous and meaningless of a character that we just explode him and never acknowledge him again? That is a pretty painful way to die isn't it? I don't have all the words to convey my feelings but it just feels like, for a game that markets itself as the one that really integrates Ganondorf as a character and "solidifies his character" that it handled his death so poorly. He was as much as a whisper of a legend that he was when Link and Zelda went into the depths of Hyrule Castle by the end of the game and that just doesn't sit well with me.

#ganonthots

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lac3void · 10 months

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Description: gojo, you and the rest are throwing a surprise birthday party for Nanami! when helping put up decorations around Shoko’s apartment, Gojo has been secretly teasing you making you frustrated with his tactics. Little do you know, he has a bigger surprise planned for you and you only.

Warnings: Smut, public /outdoor sex, edging, overstimulation? vibrator play, breeding kink? small fluff, and angst at the end. Feel free to tell me anything I missed.

a/n- tbh idk where i was going with this but it happened. we all love a little sadness don’t we ^3^. enjoy!

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You and Gojo were giggling to yourselves at the scene. “CAN YOU HOLD THAT STREAMER PROPERLY IJICHI!” Shoko was yelling about how the proportions were off. Ijichi looked like he was going to cry but to be fair when Shoko yells, it's best if you listen. You and Gojo were on balloon-blowing duty off to the side. You had to blow 40 balloons according to Shoko but the both of you have been fooling around which led to you having 4 balloons blown. You could feel Shoko’s gaze piercing the back of your head and you were afraid to turn around, which led to you slapping Gojo’s arm telling him to hurry up.

You ignored your friend’s chatter and went upon your task and to be honest, blocking out Gojo’s nonsense was actually pretty easy. You were pretty open with him talking about anything. Sometimes he would make a dirty joke here and there which led you to slap his arm harder each time but this time, you were totally caught off guard,

“Why don’t you ever blow me like that?”

The balloon you were blowing flew away from you as you turned around looking to see if anyone heard what he said. No one knows that you’ve been fucking gojo on the low. Yeah everyone knew you were close, but if anyone found out that you like to spend your free time in his office being bent over his desk as he fucked you dumb, you’d be in big trouble.

“Gojo what the fuc-” “ Baby the way you’re so concentrated on the damn balloon is making me jealous”, he pouted his lip out towards you. He started to back you up into the kitchen so you were out of sight. “Hey pretty girl”, he raised your head with his finger making you look up at him. “you’re just making me so hard and all you’re doing is blowing a fucking balloon”, he whined. Heat pooled between your legs. You saw him pull something out of his pocket and the next sentence that came out of his mouth made your jaw drop to the floor.

“You remember we had a deal that we can do something out in public? but I don’t want anyone to see the way I see you behind closed doors so how about I put this pretty little toy in your cunt and we see what goes on from there hm?”. You let out a small whine when he wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you closer to him. You closed your thighs for some friction but he placed his knee in between your thighs making you snap out of your trance.

“Baby I need an answer” he whispered close to your ear. You looked up at him and breathed out a “yes” which led to him going straight to his knees and pulling your skirt up and sliding your panties to the side. You let a quiet whine escape your lips as he licked a fat stripe on your folds. He hummed against your cunt which sent vibrations all the way up to your throat. You swore you could’ve came right there and then.

“So sweet” he whispered. He brought the vibrator up to your core rubbing it over your folds. He pushed the toy in, making out let out a choked moan. He kissed your cunt before fixing your panties and skirt for you. He got up and kissed you, pulling away quickly making your noses rub together. He winked at you before walking away and continued to blow up the remaining balloons.

……………

It’s been an hour since the whole kitchen scene happened and he never turned the vibrator on once. You had a feeling in your gut that he would turn it on while you were busy.

Your prediction was correct because when you heard Shoko’s doorbell ring, you all hid behind the sofas as Shoko yelled out “It’s open!”. Nanami entered the apartment and was confused about why her lights were turned off. He switched the lights on and you all jumped up in excitement yelling out a “Happy birthday Nanami!”. You, in fact, couldn’t let out a single word because Gojo turned on the toy inside you with the remort in his pocket making you whimper loudly as everyone's focus was on Nanami. You shot a look at Gojo but he walked up to Nanami with a nasty smirk on his face.

“Happy birthday Nanamiiiiii!!” Gojo jumped onto Nanami, tumbling them both over. They both groaned in pain.

“I’m too old for this shit Gojo” Nanami winced in pain but you were trying so hard not to make a noise. When Gojo saw your state he got up and couldn’t help himself.

“y/n, you do see Nanami right?” he snapped his fingers in front of your face. You gave him a look of disgust as you tried to ignore the intense vibrations between your legs. You slowly walked up to Nanami giving him a small hug and wishing him a happy birthday. Gojo saw your efforts and turned off the vibrator. You let out a huge breath you didn’t know you were holding. Nanami asked if you were okay since you looked a bit pale. You told him you were alright and he patted your head as he walked up to everyone else.

Gojo walked up to stand beside you and he leaned himself towards your ear. “I’m surprised you handled that well baby,” he whispered. “takes one to know”, you snapped. He just smiled at himself. You had no idea what was in store for you.

…….

Here's a quick summary of when Gojo decided to turn on the toy in your pussy.

He turned it on when you were pouring wine for everyone, he turned it on when Shoko asked for your assistance in the kitchen, when you were walking with a tray full of drinks and for the longest time he let the toy run when you were holding Nanami’s birthday cake.

When Nanami blew out the candles and cut the cake, you took pictures with the toy on. gojo turned it off when he saw a certain look on your face when you were about to cum. you looked at him dead in the eyes, frustrated at your ruined orgasm. That's it, you needed some air.

You told Shoko you were going for a small walk outside since it felt stuffy. She yelled out “Be safe!” and you walked out. the cool breeze felt nice on your hot body, you really wanted to punch Gojo in the face for that.

You were surrounded by the sounds of the wind and it felt relaxing. This day just reminded you of the first time you and Gojo hooked up. It was honestly a mistake because you both were exhausted and he came over with drinks. you both drank till your heart's content and then the next thing you know you both were ripping each other's clothes off and kissing each other like it was your last breath.

You snapped back to reality when you heard Gojo’s voice. You turned around to face him but with a quick motion, he pushed you up against the nearest wall and kissed you deeply. The way he was kissing you reminded you of the first time he kissed you breathless and you couldn’t get enough.

You put your hands on his face pushing him closer to you and he placed his knee between your legs. Started to move his knee from side to side and you moaned into the kiss. Your hips started to buck up for some more friction but Gojo wasn’t having it. He pulled away from you and looked at you. You were a mess. You've been edged over and over again and you were in pain because of your denied release.

“Gojo, please I need to cum. I’m gonna die if I don’t”, tears were coming out of your eyes at this point.

The next thing you know, gojo went on his knees, pushing your skirt up and sliding your panties to the side. You moaned as he took out the toy. “So wet”, he hummed. You pleaded with your eyes and the next thing you know, he stood up and pushed you up against the wall again. He fumbled with his pants as he took his cock out. You were always in awe when you saw his girth, you can never get enough.

He lined his cock against your opening, teasing it. He chuckled when you let out a moan of frustration and eventually pushed himself into you.

You both moaned at the sensation. You were so dick deprived, you needed him so bad.

“So fucking tight baby, you're killing me here. Sqeezing around me hm pretty?” he groaned out.

You were moaning so loud that you’d forgotten you were literally outside. You couldn’t care much though, you need to cum.

He picked you up and pushed you further into the wall, hiking your legs to your chest. The new position hit all the right spots to the point you could feel him in your throat. You squeezed around him indicating you were going to cum.

“Gonna cum baby? Hmm pretty? Go on, cream my cock. You deserve it” he was praising you but you couldn’t hear a thing. Your ears were ringing and your vision blurred as you came all over him. You were a moaning mess. You sort of lost consciousness of how hard your orgasm hit you.

“Baby, you okay? Come back to me doll”, he started to worry as he slowed down his thrusts. “Want you to cum in me please, I’m okay, just cum”, you whined. He looked at you with such caring eyes, he just loved you so much. But he couldn’t tell you that. Everything and everyone he cared about or loved always left or died. He was gonna take this secret to the grave.

His thrusts gradually increased. You knew he was close to cumming and you were too. After a few more thrusts, you both came. He came hard, filling you to the brim. You both were a panting and sweaty mess. He fell forward, placing his forehead onto yours. Your faces contoured into something indescribable. You both opened your eyes to look at each other. You both started to giggle and smile, you just loved him so much.

He put you down slowly and made sure you could stand on your own without wobbling. He took out a handkerchief he had and wiped your dripping hole. You were sensitive so every time he wiped, you’d let out a small moan. He chuckled to himself and adjusted your panties and skirt.

The cool outside air felt nice on your sweaty skin. The air reminded you that Gojo was in fact beside you right now. You turned to face Gojo but he was already looking at you with the purest of eyes. He gave you a lazy smile and your eyes lighting up made his heart race.

He intertwined his fingers with yours and placed a kiss on the top of your head.

The words he wanted to say out loud, never came out.

#jjk smut #jjk #gojou satoru x reader #gojo x you #gojo angst #gojo smut #jjk shoko #nanami jjk #smut #public smut #jujutsu kaisen

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bellaxgiornata · 11 months

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Falling For the Devil [Part sixty-eight: "The Sleepover"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your sister asks a last minute favor for you to watch your nephew overnight.

Or Hudson, you, and a special guest make brownies.

[Series of one-shots about Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock.]

Warnings: 18+ for this series; contains humor, fluff, romance, angst, smut (like...a lot of it later in the series), language, some violence

Word Count: 4.4k

a/n: Getting some more of these transferred over from AO3 and I'm almost caught up! This is a fluffy installment where Reader and her nephew make brownies with...someone special. The entire list of installments for this series can be found here. I'll start a tag list once I've caught up to AO3 so if you're interested let me know in a comment (I know I've already gotten asked about it so I'm slowly adding names)!

Swinging your apartment door open, Amber greeted you with a look of relief and gratitude. Beside her stood Hudson, his dinosaur backpack slung over his navy blue winter coat. He was beaming up at you and you couldn’t fight the large smile making its way onto your own face.

“Thank you so unbelievably much,” Amber gushed instantly. “And I am incredibly sorry to bother you so last minute like this, really. I owe you big time.”

You shrugged a shoulder in response. “It’s really not a big deal,” you assured your sister. “I love spending time with my favorite nephew and it’s been awhile since we’ve had a sleepover. Hasn’t it, Huds?” you asked, attention focusing down to your nephew.

“Right!” he agreed quickly. “Is Uncle Matt going to be here?”

“Uh, no, I don’t think so, Huds,” you answered him awkwardly.

You figured Matt would realize you weren’t alone in your apartment tonight when he stopped by, probably hearing Hudson before heading home where he would inevitably find the message you’d left on his normal not vigilante phone about Amber needing you to watch Hudson last minute overnight. You knew he’d entirely understand that you’d be unavailable this evening.

“How’re things going with him after the breakup?” Amber asked, catching your attention. “Still doing good?”

You nodded quickly. “Oh, yeah. Things are great between us,” you told her with a smile.

“Mmm,” she hummed out, eyes narrowing. “I’ll punch him in that handsome face if he hurts you again, though.”

“Amber, it was a…misunderstanding of sorts that got vastly blown out of proportion,” you told her, aware of how much of an oversimplification that was, “and we’re good.”

“I’m just saying,” she continued, “I haven’t forgotten all those nights you were crying on my couch downing an entire bottle of wine on your own. I just don’t want to see you like that again.”

“Point taken,” you told her. “Now don’t you have to be at the office?”

Amber expelled a deep sigh before she nodded. “Yeah, I should probably get back before Hogarth gets pissed. Leave it to her billionaire golden boy to somehow need help late on a Friday night.”

“I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to be telling me that,” you pointed out.

“Right,” she agreed, pulling a face. “Forget I said that.”

She turned, lowering down to Hudson’s height as she held her arms out. Hudson threw his arms around her, immediately hugging his mom tightly.

“You be good for your aunt,” Amber told him. “She’s doing mommy a big favor tonight so let’s not be a troublemaker, okay?”

“Okay,” Hudson answered.

“I’ll see you in the morning, buddy,” she said, kissing his head. “I love you. And be good , please.”

“Love you, too, momma!” Hudson replied.

Amber rose to her feet as Hudson bolted straight towards you, wrapping your left leg in an excited hug that almost knocked you off your feet. Amber shot him a sad smile before her attention shifted back to you.

“Thank you, really,” she repeated. “Just…make sure he gets to sleep and eats breakfast and I’ll be happy. I already know you’re the fun one and he’s going to do some things he usually doesn’t get to at home.”

“It’s because I’m not his mom,” you reminded her. “I don’t do the disciplining part. I do the fun activities part.”

"I'll see you tomorrow, Hudson," your sister said, shooting him a quick wave.

Amber mouthed one last 'thank you' before turning and heading down your hall towards the elevator. You closed the door and turned, spotting Hudson slipping his dinosaur backpack off onto your couch.

“You want help with your coat and shoes, Huds?” you asked, making your way over to him.

He nodded enthusiastically, patiently waiting for you to help him out of everything. Afterwards, you headed back to your door, hanging his coat and putting his shoes by yours. Turning around, you sent Hudson a large grin that he quickly mirrored.

“Your mom said you already had dinner,” you began, Hudson nodding in response. “So would you like to help me make some brownies?”

His eyes widened, lighting up excitedly as he bounced from foot to foot. “Yes! Can we make them now? Please?” he begged.

“Absolutely,” you told him. “You want to help me get the stool out of my closet so you can wash your hands first?”

Hudson didn’t answer, instead he booked it out of your living room and down the hall, heading straight to your bedroom closet. You laughed, shaking your head as you followed after him. When you entered your room, you saw him already struggling to pull the stool out of the closet with his little arms. Before you could offer help, he was already hoisting it up and shooting you a proud smile. You waved him out of your room with a smile of your own, watching as he carried the stool down your hallway. You followed slowly behind, amused at how cute he looked holding onto something half his size.

“Alright," you began, "first we’re going to wash up and–”

“ Daredevil !” Hudson shrieked, dropping the stool to the floor of your living room and cutting you clean off.

Eyes widening in horror, you turned to your left. Sure enough Matt was crouched at your window dressed as Daredevil. His mouth was hanging wide open, his fist still raised from where he must have been knocking against it. Hudson sprinted towards the window, immediately struggling to open it.

“Hudson we probably shouldn’t be opening the window to strangers, don’t think your mom would approve of that,” you said, your eyes on Matt.

“He’s not a stranger, he’s a superhero!” Hudson called over his shoulder. “I didn’t know you knew him, auntie!”

“What the hell, Matt,” you awkwardly sing-songed under your breath knowing he could hear you.

Out on your fire escape, Matt’s mouth tugged into a sheepish grin as his hand fell back to his side. With a sigh you made your way over to the window and lifted it up.

“I don’t exactly know him,” you corrected Hudson, pulling him away so Matt could climb in. “He uh, just was helping me with something for work.” Your focus shifted back to Matt as he closed the window behind himself. “And he shouldn’t have stopped by while I was watching my nephew,” you said through a forced smile.

Matt huffed out an awkward laugh, rubbing the back of his neck with a gloved hand. “I wasn’t quite paying attention,” he admitted. “I didn’t realize you weren’t alone.”

“That’s okay!” Hudson said excitedly. “You’re my favorite superhero! I’m going to tell momma I met you!”

“No!” you and Matt both shouted simultaneously.

The smile fell off of Hudson’s face as he looked up at you curiously. You licked your lips nervously, eyes briefly darting over to Matt. He was wringing his gloved hands, clearly nervous. Okay, so it was on you to come up with a fast lie. Great.

“You can’t tell your mom you met him,” you said slowly, kneeling down in front of him, “because uh…he’s helping me with something super secret for work, okay? It involves some…really bad guys and it wouldn’t be safe for me or Daredevil if they knew he was helping me. So can you keep this a secret?”

“Hmmm,” Hudson hummed out, his focus shifting back towards Matt, a slow smile forming on his mouth. “Okay,” he said with a nod. “Can he make brownies with us?”

You sat there kneeling on the floor, blinking rapidly a few times. “You…want Daredevil to stay and make brownies with us?” you asked him slowly.

“Yeah,” he answered, a little pout on his face. “I might not see him again.” Quickly Hudson’s hands flew out and grabbed onto your shoulders, taking you by surprise. “Please, auntie? Can he stay, please? Please?”

Your mouth fell open, eyes widening as you continued to kneel there on the floor entirely dumbstruck. “I, uh, well, Huds, uhm–”

“I can stay and make brownies,” Matt answered.

He had intentionally pitched his voice lower and you bit your lip, trying to hold back a laugh. He sounded absolutely ridiculous talking about making brownies in the same gruff voice he used to threaten breaking bones with criminals.

“But if I do,” Matt added, “I need you to keep my secret. Can you do that?”

“Okay!” Hudson said, releasing his hold on your shoulders and bouncing up and down.

Slowly your head turned towards Matt, a hand flying up to try to cover your laugh. “You’re uh, you’re going to stay and make brownies then, Devil of Hell’s Kitchen?” you teased. “With a three year old?”

Matt shrugged a shoulder, a grin slipping onto his face. “I do serve the people of Hell’s Kitchen when they need help,” Matt answered. He gestured a gloved hand at Hudson. “And this young man is clearly in need of some brownies.”

You bit down hard on your lip, eyes closing as you refrained from letting out a snort of amusement. “Hudson,” you began, fighting to keep your voice even, “I’m going to put on some cartoons, okay?” You opened your eyes, glancing over at your nephew. “Can you sit and watch them for me while I go over some uh, work things with Ma–uh Mr. Daredevil?”

“And then he’ll make brownies with us?” Hudson asked, wide eyes staring hopefully up at you.

You cleared your throat, nodding slowly as you rose back to your feet. “Yeah, I suppose he will,” you sighed.

Hudson grinned, running over to the couch and hopping up onto it. You turned, shooting Matt a pointed look.

“You go wait in my room,” you ordered him in a hushed tone.

Matt’s mouth curled into a smirk as he nodded at you. “Yes, ma’am,” he answered.

You shook your head, rolling your eyes as you made your way into the living room. Taking a minute, you turned on the television to some cartoons and begged Hudson to give you a few minutes to talk to Daredevil. When he was clearly enraptured with some cartoon dogs, you headed back towards your bedroom where Matt was leaning against your dresser.

“What the hell, Matt?” you whispered. “My nephew is here!”

“Yeah,” he replied. “I sort of gathered that by this point.”

“Well didn’t you pick up on him here in my apartment with your Fancy Devil senses before you came knocking on my living room window?” you asked.

“Clearly not,” he answered. “I was admittedly a little tired from today. I wasn’t paying that close of attention. I’m sorry.”

You sighed, running a hand over your forehead. “It’s fine, I just hope he really does keep this a secret. I mean he is only three.”

“There’s not much to do about it now,” Matt said. “Hopefully his love of Daredevil will have him wanting to keep the secret for now.”

“Yeah, I hope so,” you agreed. “Because I don’t really think you’re planning to tell my sister anytime soon about your extracurricular activities.”

“Not really,” he agreed. Pushing off of the dresser, he made his way towards you. “Come here, sweetheart.”

“Well I should–”

“He’s entranced by whatever cartoon is on, I promise,” Matt assured you.

You nodded, crossing the distance between the two of you. Matt’s gloved hand reached out, tenderly gripping your chin and lifting your face towards his. You couldn’t fight back the smile growing on your lips despite the situation.

“Hi,” you whispered.

He huffed out a laugh, a grin forming on his own mouth. “Hi, sweetheart,” he responded just as quietly.

Leaning towards you, Matt connected his lips to yours in a sweet kiss. Your hands rose to his chest, bracing yourself against him. Soon you were pulling away, wrapping your arms around him and burying your face against his chest. Matt’s own arms encircled you, his face burrowing against you in return.

“Missed you today,” Matt murmured into your shoulder.

“I missed you, too,” you whispered.

With a sigh you reluctantly stepped back, knowing you couldn’t leave Hudson out in the living room much longer. Matt released you as well, his head shifting to the side as he focused on you through the red lenses of his mask.

“So are you really going to help me and Hudson make a boxed brownie mix dressed in the full ensemble?” you asked him, waving a hand at his suit.

Matt grinned in response. “Only if you call me Mr. Daredevil again,” he teased.

You playfully swatted his chest, the gesture causing Matt to laugh. "I'm serious, because you're going to have to keep up the charade that you're not Uncle Matt," you told him.

"You know, I quite missed him calling me that," Matt said, head canting to the side.

" Matt ," you chided.

He grinned again at you, clearly enjoying pushing your buttons.

"If you get me a glass of water so I can keep up the voice I'll do my best, but–" Matt said, raising a finger and tapping you gently on the nose, your eyes narrowing in response, "–you're going to have to keep your hands to yourself."

"Keep it up and Mr. Daredevil is going to have a new foe to fight tonight," you quipped back.

Matt made a noise in his throat that sounded almost like a pleased purr. "Now that sounds fun," he whispered.

"There's a three year old on my couch right now, Matt," you reminded him. "And I'm going to head back out there and get started on the brownies now. Behave yourself, Devil."

He smirked, nodding as you turned to leave. But you stopped in the threshold when he spoke again.

"Yes, ma'am."

You shifted your head over your shoulder, shooting Matt a stern look. "You stop that, Matthew."

He chuckled as he made his way out of your bedroom, pausing when he neared you. He leaned down, his left hand resting on your lower back as he whispered into your ear, "Why would I stop when it's clear how much you like it?"

Your jaw dropped, your eyes following him as he made his way back down your hallway to the living room. He glanced over his shoulder at you, shooting you a cocky smile as he walked away.

“Ass,” you muttered, heat rising to your cheeks.

Heading over towards Hudson who was still enthralled with the cartoons, you passed Matt and heard a deep chuckle come from him as you did. Choosing to ignore it, you focused on Hudson.

“Ready to make those brownies?” you asked him.

Hudson scooted off the edge of the couch, nodding his head excitedly. His focus shifted on Matt still dressed fully as Daredevil beside you. Somehow his smile widened even further.

“Alright, bring the stool over to the sink and wash your hands first,” you told him. As Hudson darted off to pick up the stool, you shot Matt a look. “You too, Devil. Take the gloves off and wash your hands. I don’t want…whatever might be on them in the brownies.”

Matt’s tongue slipped out between his lips, your eyes following the movement as the soft flesh slickened with his saliva. His mouth pulled up into a devilish grin that had your hand momentarily pausing in its reach for the television remote.

“Yes, ma’am,” he whispered back.

Your teeth grit together as your hand wrapped tightly around the remote, eyes narrowing back at Matt. He wasn’t wrong. That was certainly starting to do something to you, but now was really not the time nor the place for Matt to be teasing you like this. Especially because he couldn’t stay the night with Hudson over.

“Matt,” you whispered his name in warning.

That grin was still on his face as he raised his hands, slowly undoing his gloves. “What?” he asked innocently. “I’m just trying to be respectful.”

“Keep it up,” you playfully threatened him.

His head tilted to the side as he watched you in amusement, his hands still undoing his gloves. Behind him in the kitchen you heard the sink turn on and you spotted Hudson washing his hands.

“Keep it up and what?” Matt pressed.

Your eyes slid back towards Matt. Setting your jaw firm and feeling emboldened by his flirting, you walked over to him and gently placed a hand along his abdomen as you leaned in and whispered, “Keep it up and you’ll end up in your shower tonight wishing you’d behaved, Devil,” you whispered.

Your hand gradually slipped downwards until your fingertips were almost touching him through his suit. Something like a grunt fell out of Matt, his nostrils flaring. That devilish grin on his mouth faded as his lips pulled into a tight line. Your hand returned to your side as you made your way towards the kitchen feeling pleased with yourself. You certainly missed having an effect on him.

“Wash your hands, Devil,” you called back over your shoulder.

Entering the kitchen, you helped Hudson finish washing his own hands before you washed yours. You noticed it had taken Matt a moment to recover before he’d made his way back into the kitchen, pausing beside you at the sink. You couldn’t fight the triumphant smirk on your mouth as you moved out of his way, letting him wash his hands next as you reached up into a cabinet nearby, grabbing him a glass for water. You waited for him to finish washing his hands before you filled it up and handed it to him. Meanwhile, Hudson had been excitedly moving the stool over towards your open counter space and curiously examining the boxed brownie mix you had out.

"Okay, so we need a bowl," you said, walking around your kitchen and bending down to a lower cabinet to pull out a large bowl. With it in hand, you walked back to the counter Hudson and Matt were both now standing at, Hudson on his stool. "You think you can handle pouring the dry brownie mix into the bowl with Hudson, Devil?"

"You really think I can't handle that?" he asked back.

Turning, you made your way over to the oven. "What do you think, Huds?" you asked over your shoulder as you began to preheat the oven. "You think Daredevil knows how to bake?"

"Yeah!" Hudson shouted.

Finishing setting the temperature on the oven, you turned back around and immediately paused, your eyes taking in the sight before you. Matt was letting Hudson tear the box open, a large smile spread across his face. Hudson was giggling hysterically as he brutalized the box with his little hands before Matt pulled out the bag from inside that held the dry ingredients. You couldn’t hold back the smile on your face as you watched him help Hudson open the bag next. It was strange but also incredibly beautiful watching your nephew bake brownies with his hero, and simultaneously watching Matt as Daredevil using the same hands he punished criminals with helping Hudson carefully pour the dry brownie mixture into a bowl.

It was in that moment, watching Matt with Hudson as you continued to openly stare by the oven, that the full realization hit you. You wanted Matt. You wanted to marry him and spend the rest of your life with him, but you also realized something else. You wanted a family. And you wanted it with him . You felt your eyes suddenly prick with tears as a strong wave of emotion hit you at the thought of Matt smiling and talking to your pregnant belly, those big hands cradling your baby bump. Or those same hands gently burping a baby over his shoulder as he rocked them back and forth. That deep rumble of his gently shushing a crying baby as he held them safe in those big protective, strong arms of his.

Matt's head abruptly spun in your direction, the smile on his face briefly dulling to something that seemed curious and questioning. No doubt confused about the conflicting emotions your body must have been displaying to him. You blinked hard a few times, trying to fight back the tears that hadn't fallen yet.

"We need eggs!" Hudson shouted.

You cleared your throat, nodding your head as you made your way to the fridge. "Yes, you're right," you said, trying to keep your voice even. "How many Hudson?"

"Two!" he proudly answered.

"Two eggs it is," you said.

Trying to gain control over your emotions, you opened the fridge door. As you were opening the egg carton and grabbing the eggs, you couldn't help but listen in to the conversation behind you.

"You remind me of Uncle Matt," Hudson was saying.

"Oh?" Matt asked, his tone cautious.

"Yeah. I want to bake brownies with him, too," Hudson said.

Turning around with the eggs in your hands, you saw the bright smile sliding across Matt's face under his mask. The sight only further melted you.

"I'm sure he'd love to if you asked him," Matt replied.

"He likes dinosaurs," Hudson continued on. "He said his favorite is a brontosaurus."

"Did he?" Matt asked.

Walking back to the pair or them, you set one of the eggs beside the bowl. “You want to help me crack these, Huds?” you asked.

Hudson reached out, grabbing onto the back of your hand as you cracked the egg on the edge of the bowl. He helped you pour the egg inside before letting go of your hand as you reached over, tossing the shell in the garbage before picking up the other. Once again his little hand was holding onto the back of yours as he helped you crack the egg.

“Do you like dinosaurs?” Hudson asked Daredevil.

“I do,” he replied in his gruff tone.

You bit your lip hard, fighting down the laugh. You were certain Matt’s throat would be aching after tonight from continually talking like that. Though as you made your way back to the sink to wash your hands, you could feel a happy warmth blossoming in your chest as Matt continued to chat with Hudson about dinosaurs in the full Daredevil suit. He had to be sweating under that thing.

Walking back over to the counter as the two continued chatting, you picked up the box. You couldn’t resist the snort of amusement that escaped you at how decimated the top of the box was. Matt’s head shifted in your direction at the sound and you caught the little smile he flashed at you in response. His attention quickly returned to Hudson as you noticed you still needed the vegetable oil.

You made your way over to a drawer, pulling out the right measuring spoon. Afterwards, you made your way over to a cabinet just beside Matt and opened it. Carefully you reached up to pull out the vegetable oil, but your hand bumped the container of olive oil and it went tumbling off of the shelf. Before you could blink, Matt’s hand darted out beside you, catching the bottle of olive oil seconds later. You stood there with your mouth hanging open for a moment. On the other side of Matt, Hudson’s eyes grew wide.

“ Cool !” he squealed.

Recovering, you accepted the bottle from Matt, muttering a ‘thank you’ as you did before you placed it back in the cabinet. With the vegetable oil in hand, you made your way back to the bowl that Hudson had been helping Matt mix.

“Can Daredevil stay and have brownies?” Hudson asked.

“Uh, Huds, you know it takes about a half an hour for these to bake,” you told him, carefully measuring out the vegetable oil.

“Please?” Hudson begged.

With a sigh, you poured the vegetable oil into the bowl before glancing at Matt beside you. He was looking at you through the red lenses of the mask, his lips quirked up on one corner as his head tilted curiously to the side.

“Maybe you should ask Daredevil,” you suggested. “He is usually busy.”

Hudson’s big, pleading eyes turned to Matt beside you. He was fortunate he couldn’t see the look on the three year old’s face because it was a look you often couldn’t say no to.

“Please stay for brownies?” he asked, his lip pushing out in a pout.

“After all our hard work?” Matt asked. “How could I not stay to eat them?”

Hudson began bouncing excitedly on the stool, expelling a loud, pleased squeal. Matt let out a laugh in response as he continued to mix the batter.

“Well Mr. Daredevil ,” you said, heading to a cabinet and pulling out a pan to bake the brownies in, “I’m assuming you haven’t eaten dinner yet, have you?”

Matt’s attention turned towards you, a little grin forming on his mouth. “I can’t say that I have, ma’am ,” he answered.

You pursed your lips, shooting him a pointed look you knew he could feel. “While these are baking, would you like some leftover pesto pasta?” you asked, grabbing the can of cooking spray from your counter to spray the pan with. “Because I can’t have you setting a poor example for Huds and eating dessert for dinner.”

“Well now, we certainly can’t have that,” he agreed. “Thank you.”

“Someone’s got to make sure the neighborhood vigilante stays fed,” you joked, spraying the pan with cooking spray. “I’ll heat some up once I get these in the oven.”

As the oven beeped behind you, letting you know it had reached temperature, your eyes lingered on Matt and Hudson. Matt’s large, ungloved hands were holding the bowl as Hudson was trying to stir the sticky mixture, once again babbling on about dinosaurs as Matt listened with an enraptured interest.

Somehow watching Matt interacting so well with your nephew tonight, despite being dressed in his Daredevil suit, was also doing something to you. Whether it was that 'baby fever' women often joked about finally kicking in or something else, you weren’t sure. But what you were sure of was that the next moment you had Matt alone after this, you were certainly going to repay him for his kindness to your nephew. And you found yourself suddenly really, really looking forward to that.

Matt’s attention snapped towards you instantly, his head canting curiously to the side as Hudson beside him continued on with his chattering as he stirred the brownie batter. You were sure Matt had just picked up on the hint of your arousal. You only smiled slowly before shooting him a wink yourself, the gesture drawing a slow smirk onto his lips in return.

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captain-mj · 11 months

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Monster handler?

With a portion of PriceGraves on the side please?

Yeah, I can do that :) Little short because I did not have much time

Price looked at Graves. Their mission, unrelated to Graves's project but he agreed to tag along for the fun of it, had been a perfect success.

Graves looked radiant. His wings were a silkie color and they fit his frame well. But just like with Alex and Ghost, he looked wrong. There was an air. The shadows were darker. Proportions wrong. When he looked at him though, his heart skipped a beat.

"John." He tilted his head. "You okay?"

"Yeah. I'm good." Price smiled. "It's been fun, doing missions like old times."

Graves hummed. "I did miss your attention." He smiled, looking just like the sergeant Price met once.

Price reached over, tracing the little scar on his cheek. "Graves, can I ask you something?"

"I'll try to tell you the truth." Graves smiled and leaned into his hand.

"Did you volunteer for this?"

Graves laughed. "John, you're so funny." He pulled away from him and pulled away. "Exfil is going to leave soon."

Price grabbed his wrist and was immediately yanked forward so hard he fell to his knees. Graves dragged him along and he had to just get his feet underneath him or fall. "You didn't did you?"

"I just got back. Six years I haven't seen you and you can't put this aside for now?" Graves looked at him, scowling. "Not important. What's important is I am what I am and I've done well for myself." He let go of Price who quickly found his footing.

"I'm just checking in. At one point, I was your lieutenant. I worried when you just..."

"Don't." Graves marched forward, shifting as easily as sand moving. "I did just fine without you."

Price winced, but he followed him. Like he would've done back then. Like he wanted to do.

It was selfish and stupid and it was good that he was stopped from just deserting.

But God he would've followed him anywhere.

Laswell sighed and patted Ghost's head. "Darling, it's not like that."

Ghost was more embarrassed by his little outburst than upset right now. He could tell Soap was trying not to get upset and he couldn't blame him. Soap sat in the other chair in Laswell's office but he wasn't looking at him.

Laswell continued when he didn't respond. "Graves is an old friend of his which is why he volunteered. Shepherd was the one who said you should be handled by someone else. Nothing you did wrong."

Ghost hated that she was so good at making him feel better. She reminded him too much of his mom. He eventually stopped her head pats, overwhelmed by the touch, but he nodded.

"Thanks, Katy."

"Anytime." She smiled. "Don't freak out so much okay?"

Ghost nodded, again feeling really embarrassed. Soap had been a genius to ask.

"Take the day off. Both of you."

Soap was rushing out the door and Ghost was on his heels. Before he even got down the hallway, Ghost grabbed him and picked him up.

"Hey! Put me down!" Soap lightly hit his shoulder and kicked his feet.

Ghost thought for just a moment and went outside. He ignored the Scottish cursings in favor of going straight up the building. Soap quickly quieted in exchange for holding on to Ghost for dear life.

"What are you doing?"

"Simon?"

"Okay, listen, I promise not to try to be your handler anymore okay? It'll just be on paper. We can just be friends, fuck buddies whatever you want, please just don't throw me off the building."

Ghost stopped at the top. "You really think I was going to kill you?" He turned around and sat down, pulling Soap securely to his chest. He put his head on top of Soap's.

Soap froze underneath him, a little overwhelmed and refusing to look down. "Uh... Maybe?" His grip tightened.

"No. This is my favorite spot on base. I wanted to show it to you."

Soap nodded. "Uh huh... why?"

Ghost buried his face in Soap's hair, wings curling around him instinctively. "Oh... i just.... You know."

"You're apologizing."

Ghost didn't say anything.

"You're hoping by showing your underbelly, I'll forgive you yelling at me."

Ghost sank further into him. "is it working?"

Soap laughed. "Ghost, i wasn't... mad. More just upset. It felt like you were pushing me away, again." He turned to him. "I've been putting everything I got into making you comfortable. Doing my best to keep you healthy and here."

Ghost kissed him for a moment, holding him tight. "You're doing great... I'm sorry for being... difficult."

Soap shrugged. "After everything you've been through, I think you earned the right to be a little difficult."

Ghost didn't want to be though. And he wouldn't. He wanted to be better. Earn those praises Soap gave him so easily. He didn't tell Soap this though, instead just kissing him senseless where no one could see them.

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aloneinthehellfire · 1 year

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The Battle Begins

It's You And Me, Always: Part 9

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

It’s You and Me, Always [Masterlist]

Summary: You and Eddie have been best friends since elementary school and you both assumed that friendship was all you were destined for. However, when you both experience Chrissy’s supernatural death, you are pulled into the secrets beneath Hawkins and find that your feelings for eachother aren’t what they seem.

Warnings: swearing, visions, mentions of death, descriptions of Vecna’s curse

Word Count: 2.6k

[A/N: wow wow so sorry this series is being written so slowly, i've just been so busy with other works and uni that i didn't have time! but we are close to the end now, and i promise it'll be worth it]

<- Part 8: Right Person, Wrong Timing

The Battle Begins

“Hey, Y/n, can you pass me the box?”

Dustin’s cheery voice snapped you out of your haze, reaching out across the grass and raising the box to the boy’s hands, earning a grin.

As Dustin set down the box of nails, rattling against the crate, Eddie couldn’t help the worried frown as he looks down at you, your gaze fixated on the grass as you twisted pieces between your fingers.

You had been silent the whole ride here, barely glancing at anyone and continuously keeping your eyes on the road behind. He had tried asking you about it, but you simply dismissed him with a smile and stepped off the RV, helping Robin carry a few bags.

The smile you had given him was far from your usual gleam of sunshine he had grown so fond of.

And now, he was scared that something had happened between you. Usually, you’d be open with him about your problems, even if you were sworn to silence. Yet you were almost avoiding him. Eddie’s insecurities were kicking in; did you regret the kiss?

Truthfully, you haven’t been in the right mind since your vision. The image of your dead parents was stained into your subconscious, constantly reminding you that Vecna could take you at any time. That Vecna wanted you dead.

It was a dreadful feeling to know that you were cursed, but that escalated to terrifying proportions when finding you were related to the monster. He killed his mother and sister, then your parents… now he was coming for you.

And you couldn’t tell Eddie. Not when the idea of you dying was excruciating for him to hear. So, instead, you did your best to hide your symptoms. Every nosebleed was wiped away as quickly as it fell, your dark jumper hiding the stain. Any headache was simply masked with a sigh, pretending you were tired.

All the visions of your parents just didn’t exist.

“How’s it looking?”

You whip your head up once Eddie’s voice found its way to your ears, a smile on your lips as he sported his half-finished shield, comprised from a trash can lid and a few shiny nails.

“Badass.” You nod and he grins, glancing to Dustin before setting his shield down and flopping onto the grass next to you.

Your smile must have faltered, the mask slipping, because Eddie was bumping your shoulder, his eyes searching yours.

“You okay?” He asks quietly, sure to keep the conversation private from the boy happily hammering away in front of you.

“Yeah.” You say, voice so cheery that it even made you wince at the poor attempt.

“What’s going on?” Eddie’s eyes are wide as he waits for an honest answer. But when you don’t reply, he decides he needs to know if it is what he’s been fearing. “Is it… us?”

“What?” You look up in surprise as he shakes his head.

“It’s okay, if it is, I mean. We- It was all kinda rushed and I don’t blame you if you regret it, or-”

“Eddie.” You intertwine your hand with his, cupping his face with your other and gently tilting his head to look at you. “I don’t regret what happened. I promise you, it has nothing to do with that.”

He leans into your touch, releasing a long breath that he didn’t realise he had been holding.

“I…” You start, sighing. “I guess everything’s just catching up to me, you know?”

He nods, thumb mindlessly rubbing the back of your hand.

It was a lie. Well, it wasn’t the whole truth, at least. It was all catching up to you, way too fast for you to even react anymore. You hated keeping your symptoms from Eddie, however. You knew what it meant, you all did. You had mere hours before Vecna would try and kill you again. And considering how strong your visions were becoming, you knew it would be the last time.

So, you do what you do best. You pretend like it was all fine.

“We’re not doing this again, Y/n.”

Your father’s voice echoed behind you and your hairs stand on end, goosebumps forming along your skin.

Slowly turning behind you, your breath hitches once you see him standing there, blood running from his eyes.

“Why didn’t you save us?” He asks, your mother suddenly appearing next to him, tilting her head.

“It’s because you wanted us dead.”

“No.” You whisper out and Eddie frowns, whipping his head to you.

“What?” He follows your eyes, glancing behind him. But he doesn’t see anything. “Y/n?”

“I…” You blink, and they’re gone, leaving you breathless as Eddie searches your face, hand cupping your cheek.

“What’s wrong?” He panics slightly, recognising the expression on your face. He had seen it before. After Vecna cursed you. His eyes widen. “Y/n, what did you see?”

Your eyes fill with tears before you shake your head, pulling out of his grasp. “Nothing.”

“Like I’m gonna believe that.” Eddie says, still grasping onto your hand. “Seriously, Y/n. Is it Vecna? Is he in your head again?”

“No.” You lie, “I’m fine, Eds.”

“You’re not.” Eddie looks at you, exasperated.

“Just… just leave it, okay?” You insist, reclaiming your hand and quickly standing, wiping the tears starting to fall. “Focus on trying to kill Vecna.”

You hurriedly walk away, clock chimes pounding in your mind as a sob leaves your lips.

You weren’t going to make it, you knew that. Vecna had a hold on you, using your parents to chip away at your defences. You were going to die.

But Eddie wasn’t ready for that to happen.

The RV was quieter, three kids less as the final descent into battle begun.

It left you, Eddie, Dustin, Steve, Robin, and Nancy to carry out the rest of the plan. You had the easier end of the deal, your only job was to wait inside the trailer for when the boys returned and get the hell out of there.

“It should be me.” You mutter once Steve announces Phase Two.

“She’s a stubborn kid.” Steve shrugs, sighing.

You insisted on being the bait, not wanting to put a 15 year old’s life in danger. But she was even more persistent, and you knew you weren’t going to win that fight. You didn’t have the energy.

“Phase Three?” Nancy prompts and Dustin clears his throat.

“Me and Eddie draw the bats away.” He nods, Eddie ruffling his hat. “Y/n will be on lookout below.”

Nancy continued to utter out phases, everyone merely nodding along for the third re-run tonight. Eddie was too distracted to hear the end of the plan again, however, when he was too busy looking at you.

He remembers when you offered to take Max’s place, voice steadier than he ever thought he’d heard it be. It made his stomach drop just a little, part of him grateful that the Mayfield girl had a strong will and something to prove.

“Nobody moves on to the next phase until we’ve all copied. Nobody deviates from the plan, no matter what.” Nancy said sternly, looking around at everyone’s faces. “Got it?”

“Got it.” You all repeated back, grabbing gear and heading out.

There was no turning back now.

Passing through the gate was different this time, partly from the anxiety and adrenaline coursing through Eddie’s veins. They were going to kill the very thing that threatened your life. A week ago, Eddie knew nothing of Hawkins’ secrets. And now, he was voyaging into the flipped nightmare to save the town that hated his guts. But he’d do it over and over again if it kept you safe.

“Hey, guys, listen.”

You all look over to where Steve stood, concern on his face.

“If things here start to go south, I mean, at all, you abort.” Steve commands and you smile. “Okay? Draw the attention of the bats. Keep ‘em busy for a minute or two. We’ll take care of Vecna. Don’t try to be cute or be a hero or something. Okay? You guys are just-”

“Decoys.” Dustin interrupts with an obvious tone, rolling his eyes. “Don’t worry. You can be the hero, Steve.”

“Absolutely.” Eddie joins in with a smirk, “I mean, look at us. We are not heroes.”

“Yeah, I don’t think I have it in me.” You shrug, Eddie nodding along next to you.

Steve seems to accept the answers and turns away.

“Hey, Steve?” Eddie calls out just as the boy walks away. His eyes flicker to yours before he settles back on Steve, narrowing his eyes. “Make him pay.”

They exchange a brief nod before Robin, Nancy, and Steve all set off to the Creel House, leaving you with Dustin and Eddie.

“Was that…” You raise your eyebrow, hiding a smirk, “Was that some sort of… bromance I just saw?”

Eddie clicks his tongue while Dustin gasps dramatically.

“Why, Y/n,” Dustin adds, placing a hand on your shoulder and sending a shit-eating grin Eddie’s way. “I think you’re right.”

“Shut up.” Eddie chuckles as you and Dustin laugh, “Come on, let’s get this baby fortress-fied.”

“Fortified.” You correct and he just stares at you with exasperation. “Don’t look at me like that. I don’t care if we’re literally in hell, fortress-fied is not a word.”

“You let me have no fun.” Eddie gawks at you and Dustin clears his throat.

“You are adorable but Y/n’s right, we need to get this fortified.” He shuffles away to start grabbing at boards of wood while you fold your arms with a smirk.

“See?” You say and Eddie shakes his head with a smile. He missed this part, the constant banter thrown beneath you both. It almost made everything feel right again.

You helped barricade the trailer, using metal wire and literally anything else you could find to help fend off the bats. The distraction was one thing, but escaping the tiny critters would be another. You didn’t need the scars coating your body to remind you of that.

As promised, you stayed behind the ‘safe wall’, looking out into the red sky, while Eddie and Dustin made it onto the roof, setting up their equipment. You just knew Eddie was having a field day with his guitar. The song he had chosen was one he had spent weeks practising, so much in fact that you not only could sing along to the words, but you could definitely perform a vocal version of their guitar solo.

“Is she-”

“Yes, Eddie. She’s safe.” Dustin reiterates once again. They had only been on the roof five minutes and Eddie’s already asked after you a thousand times. "If you’re that worried, we can always have her up here with-”

“No.” He said firmly, shaking his head as he plugs in his guitar. “She’s already been torn up by those bats once, I’m not risking it.”

Dustin looks up at him with a tilted head. “You really love her, don’t you?”

Eddie takes a breath, simply nodding his head in agreement. He was afraid to say it out loud. As if some malevolent force would take his confession as a signature to your death sentence.

When the blare of the radio in Dustin’s hands alerted them to their orders, Eddie took a deep breath.

“Copy that. Initiating Phase Three.” Dustin responds, giving Eddie a quick nod, and running to the edge of the roof to peer over.

“Y/n!” He called out and you span around to look up at him. “Initiating Phase Three!”

You give him a quick thumbs up and a smile, heading to the door of the trailer.

“We’re good.” Dustin alerted Eddie, relaying your gesture and crouching beside the speakers.

Shaking off his nerves, he spins his guitar around and looks out into the distance, glaring at the red bleed of the sky. This was his moment to prove he was useful. This was his movement to prove to himself that he was more than just ‘the freak’.

He tugs his guitar pick off from his neck.

“This is for you.” He whispers into the darkness, sure that you were safe inside and waiting for their return, and plays the first chord.

As the music starts to blast from above, you find yourself smiling. You had waited until he started playing, hand already on the handle. To hear his talent out in the open like that was important to you. Because you knew it could be the last time you ever heard it.

As your smile falters, you start to pull open the door.

“Y/n.”

You stop, a chill running down your spine. Every nerve in your body felt electrified in the worst way possible. Don’t look, Y/n, don’t look-

Taking your own advice, you swing open the door before immediately freezing, eyes wide.

Chrissy’s hollowed-out eyes stared back at you from inside the room, blood running down her face as her mouth hung open in a silent scream.

Tears started form, the image of your friend so broken was too much to bear.

“This isn’t real.” You whispered to yourself, shaking your head.

And then she moved towards you. Fast.

Your body reacted before you could, already sprinting down the steps from the trailer and rushing to the gate, heart beating erratically. Even as you tried to squeeze yourself through the gap, you could feel her bony hands clawing at your hair, the metal wire scratching your skin.

You yelled out for help, but the music was too loud for anyone to hear. You were alone with your nightmares.

When you finally broke through, stumbling onto the dirt, you barely managed to catch yourself before you fell, spinning around. But Chrissy was gone.

“Y/n.”

A sob leaves your lips when you reluctantly look behind you, your mother’s own haunting face glaring at you.

“Please, no.” You beg, tears slipping down your cheeks.

“Y/n.”

The next voice came from behind you again and you spin around, shaking your head. Your father stood between you and Eddie’s trailer.

“You’re not real.” You chant to yourself, shutting your eyes and taking deeps breaths, trying to focus on the chords of Eddie’s guitar vibrating through the air around you.

“But we are.”

You open your eyes and a choked gasp leaves your lips.

Their faces are barely a breath away from yours, close enough for you to see the severity of Vecna’s attack on them, faces surely searing into your brain.

Fight or flight instincts suddenly kicked in. And you were never one to fight.

Your legs took you as fast as you could, feeling like your muscles were on fire. The attempt of escape was leading you further from the trailer, further from Eddie.

Once your vision began to darken, you come to an abrupt stop, hands on your knees and trying to blink away the progressive blindness. You couldn’t die. Not now. Please not-

The air changed. You felt… light headed, almost. Goosebumps prickling your skin before you even looked up.

Vines slithered around you, coating the dark room with their greasy skin. Your breath hitches.

You remembered the rocking horse in the corner, collecting dust from years and years of neglect. The ancient chest that didn’t hold anything of importance coated in the same age beside it, the light beaming onto it from the window.

You remembered these because you had spent days rifling through this attic. You were back in the Creel House. The house where your life started to end.

“Hello Y/n”

Your blood ran cold. Body shaking, you slowly turn around to meet Vecna’s milky gaze. He tilted his head.

“It’s time we officially met”

TO BE CONTINUED...

Part 10: ...Always ->

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sevikasleftpussyflap · 2 years

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Sevika x reader with BPD hc’s???? if ur comfortable,,.😭 I CANT FIND ANYTHING ANYYWHEREE I loved your hcs with autistic reader hdbjhfghg,, HOPE YOU R DOING WELL!!?🫶🏻

Thank you! I really needed this too

Warnings: This is not to romanticize BPD, toxic behavior, derealization, dissociation, etc. all of these are mentioned and talked about along with coping mechanisms. I tried to focus more on Sevika’s comfort because thats what I need rn

You and Sevika clicked instantly and it was perfect. She was perfect and could do no wrong. You’re immediately attached and idolizing her, wanting to spend every moment with her. There would be so much sex and your hands would always be on one another whenever you’re together, which is often.

Then one day you see her talking to someone else. It could be someone she works with or needs to give orders to, but insecurity floods your mind and you start thinking she’s replacing you. If she just so happened to be late to your date or the agreed upon meeting, you blow up at her. Accuse her of not caring about you, that she’s cruel and selfish and suddenly you can’t remember why you ever liked her in the first place. She’s hot headed and your arguments would always be disastrous.

Breaking up with Sevika when she doesn’t respond to you right away. You have a habit of cutting people off for small things because you’ve been hurt in the past and you can’t go through it again. Creating problems in your head after not speaking with her for a few hours and then convincing yourself to believe the narrative you came up with, which is that she’s mad at you, she’s with someone else, she wants to break up, etc.

When you’re upset and can’t think straight you say hurtful things. Overreacting over little incidents, but forgiving her quickly once you calm down.

Sevika would be angry. You tell her you’re done after she comes home late for the second time when she promised to be home early for your date. After enough of these fake breakups, she wouldn’t take you seriously. She’ll wait for you to calm down and then have a discussion with you.

The discussion would include how concerned she is for you, how she wants to make this work but she doesn’t like feeling toyed with and there needs to be a change. She knows how you work yourself up and come to her crying about something you’ve blown way out of proportion. It’s obvious that you’re hurting and once she realizes that your emotions come from a place of pain and trauma, she’ll have a more gentle approach.

She’d handle your fear of abandonment by being your own protector. When you want her to walk you some place or do something with you, she’d do everything in her power to make time or get a day off. Sevika would be wary of whoever you talk to or hang out with. You’ve already been hurt enough and she’d make sure they have no ill intent towards you or see you as someone who can just be disregarded. She will often get into verbal or physical disputes with people to keep you safe and make sure they know not to fuck you over.

Communication. She’s not great at it, but when you go back to her crying, she’ll try to be more understanding. It’s hard because she gets defensive. You constantly throw in her face how she doesn’t care about you which can be hurtful to her when she tries to do everything she can to show you love. It may not be conventional because of how she is, but to her it’s a big deal.

Derealization/dissociation. You zone out, feel detached from the world especially during fights or when you’re stressed. It would happen easily at the last drop. Sevika ingrains into your head that you’re to come to her when you’re feeling this way. If she’s asleep, wake her up. She’ll tell you about her childhood and the pranks she’d play on the enforcers, the kids she bullied, her favorite hobbies and games, and how she learned how to swindle grown men at cards. That’s if you need a distraction, but she has no problem with reassuring you that you’re okay, everything will be fine, it won’t last forever, and you don’t have to leave her arms until you feel better.

Having a bad memory because of it and losing gaps of time. Sevika carries around a notepad and pen with her for you to write down where you are, what you’re doing, or doodle an object in the room of her choice. Little things to get you thinking about where you are and what’s physically around you.

“Draw my strap.”

The notepad slaps against your thighs in exasperation as you look at her incredulously.

“You’re… joking? Right? Sev, it’s supposed to be an object in this room-“

Sevika’s widening smirk fills the gaps in your mind, her palm falling to her zipper and answering your already-solved question.

“Maybe it is in the room.”

“We’re in public, Sev.”

“And?” She looks at the drawn curtain pointedly from her lounging position on the couch. “C’mon. Draw me.”

Sevika would become well versed in grounding techniques that work for you. She’d carry gum or candy to give you, like a grandma. Whenever you start staring off into space or don’t respond quickly enough, she subtly goes through exercises to help you get your focus back. She’s still Sevika, so her methods may not be entirely doctor-approved. She places the cold metal of her hand into yours, gives you a strong sip of alcohol until you cough and sputter, blows smoke on you, maybe starts a bar fight to give you a distraction, especially when she tasks you with cleaning the blood from the crevices of her arm.

“Sevika, I hate those.” Your nose scrunches at the red and white candy dangerously close to your lips, her unyielding chest against your back preventing you from escaping.

All your girlfriend does is raise an eyebrow and inch the mint closer.

“Good girl.” She gives you a slap on the shoulder that rattles you, seemingly harsh to any passerby but she follows it with a deep massage that lessens the haze clouding your vision. “What do you feel?”

“The hard mint between my teeth. Your thigh between my legs- shut up, you asked. Your strong ass fingers digging a hole in my back.” A breath of smokey air rushes against your cheek as Sevika laughs and abandons her massage to pull you closer to her, your head under her chin.

“Good, baby. What do you taste?”

Sevika takes you to therapy appointments in Piltover that she pays top dollar for. To your surprise, she requests to sit in on some of them so she can learn more about ways to help you. Picture Sevika with reading glasses writing down techniques like the 5-senses one mentioned above. Telling you to shut up when you giggle at her, slapping your wandering foot away from her pen, poking your side when you zone out, making sure to write down any suggestions by the therapist and make you try them…

Always taking your side if you have a spat with someone. Even if it’s your fault. She knows you’ll come to your senses later, but you’re hers and she’ll defend you even if you committed mass murder in front of her

#sevika imagine #sevika x reader #arcane sevika x reader

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paradisecas · 2 years

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just to find a love that feels this right

midamoul week day 1: family (? kinda)

Kate used to tell Adam that all she ever wanted was for him to find his person and never ever pick someone like John. She never said it outright, but her life was meant to be a warning. An omen. Adam should avoid people who could fuck him up like John did her, even if he didn’t mean to at first.

A decade and a thousand years later, Adam has ignored that warning and decided that his people are the two beings that have hurt him the most.

It’s fucked up. He knows it’s fucked up, in some tiny crevice in the back of his mind—Ghoul is a monster and Michael is technically the oldest being in all of creation after Chuck and Amara and Death all died or were transferred. Nothing about them cries relationship material.

It’s so fucked up that he hasn’t gone to see Kate yet; he knows what she’d say, and it’s the same thing she told him a hundred times growing up.

Make sure they’re right for you. Don’t stay because you feel like there’s no other choice. Don’t ask for something normal from someone who can’t provide it.

He doesn’t think he’ll be able to look her in the eye when he’s ignoring everything she taught him.

They’re probably not right for him. He doesn’t have any other choice. And they’re so painfully abnormal that it hurts sometimes.

But—they try. They really try.

“We’re out of eggs,” Michael tells him, standing in front of the open fridge. “I wanted to make breakfast for you tomorrow.”

“There’s no bacon either,” Ghoul adds, peering over Michael’s shoulder a safe distance away.

“That’s because you ate it all,” Michael gripes. “Adam, would you like me to do the shopping for us?”

Technically, Michael could probably snap his fingers and their fridge and pantry would be stocked with everything they need for a week. Technically, Michael could do a lot of things with his powers, but Adam quickly realized that letting him felt like using him and the ease of it all meant he’d never leave the house, which wasn’t good for anyone’s cage-or-graveyard themed trauma.

Adam also quickly learned that sending Michael to the grocery store, even with a list, would end up with him buying the most ridiculous ingredients, like four dozen eggs that he can’t eat before they expire because he doesn’t even eat eggs that much and Michael can preserve them but that feels wrong because some things are just meant to go bad, or a whole box of bruised beets because they’re healthy and Adam should eat better even though beets are actually disgusting, or a live lobster that he felt bad for, or carb free bread that’s unsettling and crunchy because of all the seeds? wheat? in it. The bill ends up being hundreds of dollars that he doesn’t pay and he usually has to wipe a memory or two in the process which fills Adam with an indescribable guilt and the horrible thought that Michael can be so similar to Chuck, which he has to tuck into the darkest recesses of his mind lest Michael see and have a crisis of biblical proportions.

Ghoul can’t do the shopping either. He’ll come back with nothing but raw meat that technically Adam can eat too and a live lobster as well because that’s the one thing those two can agree on and, one notable time, looking like someone else because he quote, saw this total smokeshow and thought it might be a nice surprise for Adam so he snuck a bite in the middle of Aldi and definitely didn’t get kicked out before he could even buy the groceries.

They also can’t go together because they’ll end up with yet another live lobster—Adam is not immune to feeling bad for them when Michael and Ghoul are in his ears talking about the poor things being trapped for entertainment and bought for the slaughter—and he’s tired of telling Michael to take it back to the ocean and he just knows that they’re gearing up to ask for a tank to keep them all in that he won’t be able to say no to because they’ll be on the same team for once, and Michael will brandish his beets and multi colored carrots with bright eyes and Ghoul will point at people he thinks are attractive and say that Michael’s here so there’s no risk and Adam will come back home with nothing he went there for.

Kate would call it weaponized incompetence. They do such a bad job so he has to step in and do it for them, but she wouldn’t understand.

They’re not John. They’re not being ridiculous on purpose. This is them trying, really earnestly trying because they want to make Adam’s life easier, and they do! Michael makes him breakfast and Ghoul never forgets to thaw the chicken and going to release another lobster is like a mini vacation sometimes and people watching has turned into a game of Who Should Ghoul Eat Next, which would horrify Kate and should horrify Adam but the reality is, people are just so young and so small after all his time locked away with the biggest being in the universe.

Everything that happened to him at the hands of Michael and Ghoul set him on the outside of the world; he can’t live the normal life she wanted for him anymore. Maybe this is why so many people stay hunters; it’s easier to keep to the outskirts rather than integrate with people who don’t know anything.

At least they’re on the outside with him.

That’s what Kate wouldn’t understand, so he doesn’t go see her. He doesn’t ask Michael to take him and he doesn’t ask Ghoul to stay behind because this is his life, for better or for worse.

“I’ll go,” he says, “but you can help me make a list.”

#midamoulweek #midamoul #not attached to the title it just almost fits the vibe #(they dont know abt us 1d. in case u were wondering. its a really funny midamoul song)#happy day 1 sorry its so late #my laptop is having a meltdown at me #mine #my writing #i wrote this in like half an hour and rereading is like damn this is more grim than i intended

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bigolgay · 3 months

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it does make sense :) again, i have absolutely no problem with waiting, you take your time and i’ll be patient :) okay, now i don’t know what exactly happened or what has been said, so i think i’m in no position to give you advice for this particular situation, but i do have some thoughts on this (and if you don’t want them you’re more than welcome to ignore whatever comes next! i am not the person you want advice from, believe me haha). so first of all, i think in general you’re allowed to feel whatever you want about any situation, there is no right or wrong to feelings, they just happen. if you feel lied to, deceived and humiliated that’s okay! that’s the way you experience it! there’s not a single person out there who has the authority to tell you whether or not your feelings are appropriate. and i believe if *insert thing that happened* hurt your feelings, which it did, you’re allowed to express that and bring it up. people have said things to me as a joke for example and it really struck a nerve (i’m thinking of a particular nickname someone called me once right now), so i just said “hey, i know you didn’t mean to but this really hurt, could you maybe just…not?” and to them i was probably overreacting and “blowing things out of proportion” but i felt hurt, so i brought it up and it fixed things for future me. now, whether or not you actually *want* to have a discussion with that person is something you should decide for yourself. it’s just that i think you shouldn’t base that decision off of feeling like you’re overreacting or being too much. okay, i don’t know if any of that made sense and i certainly don’t want to overstep…so please, if any of it doesn’t sit well with you just ignore it! i have no idea what’s going on and i’m just vaguely assuming stuff!!

sounds absolutely wonderful! ;) aaahhh i don’t know haha, i’d love to stay awake for once but it’s just that being comfy + background noise = sleepy :)) you’re absolutely welcome to join me napping haha :) okay, it’s probably just me but i find subtitles (in any situation) kinda irritating to be honest, i get so focused on trying to read them that i can’t really watch the film anymore. so i’d much rather watch them in english with you than have *insert my native language* subtitles on :)

Thank you🥲you’re so sweet😭. I’m feeling less sensitive about the whole situation now, I think part of it is not knowing if I was allowed to feel those feelings towards the person they were aimed at? I guess the whole situation brought back memories of when our relationship was bad and toxic? It felt like I was back to being a kid walking on eggshells and being lied to and laughed at all the time? It’s weird and hard to explain. The feelings I felt were real or whatever, but it’s the doubt about if I was maybe reacting more to the stuff from the past? I dunno. And I probably won’t talk about it with her, not because I don’t want to, but because I know she’ll take it as a personal attack if I do lmao. So to keep things civil I will let it go I guess. Anyway, thank you for talking to me about it, I appreciate having other points of view on it, so thank you❤️also I’m proud of you for telling whoever called you the nickname that you didn’t like that you didn’t like it (that was so hard to word omg🤣). That’s super brave and I’m glad it stopped them from calling you it. You definitely didn’t overstep btw, it was all very good advice and I appreciate it a lot🫶🏼

Hehe cute. But also understandable! Perfect conditions for napping. Would be rude not to nap😂. Uh oh… our first disagreement… I’m an avid lover of subtitles… we are incompatible now unfortunately😔 …joking obviously😉. But that’s so valid btw, I know a couple people who don’t like subtitles for the same reason. We can watch it without subtitles then😌(although I do want to quickly clarify so I don’t sound like a dick, that I meant the actual film would be in your language and the subtitles would be in English! I’m not that mean and force you to read the subtitles haha).

#a sweetheart has stumbled into my asks!

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assortedbirds · 4 months

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14/01/24: Log 3- Static Pulse

Coming at you....way too late at night! I should be asleep! However, I was deeply focusing on some much-needed Static Pulse work and I want to share it before I go to bed (no matter how heavy my eyes are right now).

So today I decided to tackle the behemoth, the thing about this story that I have been trying to figure out for years but could never make any progress with, the big question...."what the fuck does Wren's house look like?".

Now, in terms of aesthetics and functionality this was very easy to answer. Dalia was an obscenely rich woman and her decor perfectly reflects that uber-wealthy minimalist "how does anyone even live here it doesn't feel homey at all" aesthetic. Additionally, I have an extensive idea of how many rooms the house has and what they are for. For example, I can tell you that it is a one story home with high ceilings, it used to have two guest bedrooms only for one of them to later be converted into a medical office, or that it has a very extensive library room. However, there has always been one pretty big issue preventing me from drawing up a floor plan....I am really not an architect. As much as it is normal to not be great at an artistic field that is not your own, I cannot emphasise enough that I really suck ass at this. Complete and utter ass. Every sketch I had made over the past 7 years, regardless of whether or not I used reference material, was a disproportionate mess that felt impossible to sustain life (I would share an example here, but it is far too late for me to go diving through old sketchbooks, please just take my word on this)

Now, I could probably very easily search up "1 story, 4 bedroom, free to use mansion plans" and just use that as the structure, but with that comes an additional problem. I may not be an architect but if there is one thing that I AM....it is picky, and once I have a vision I will not rest until I feel that it is fulfilled. Those pre existing blueprints were not cutting it, the vibes were all wrong for what I wanted the house to be. Though they provided a good reference, there was no other option for me than to kick myself back into drawing a floor plan from scratch. So this morning I sat down, put up some references and got to work.

My original plan was to see if I could make the process easier by using a floor plan software (which I will discuss later ✨) but this proved to be even more intimidating somehow, so Procreate it was. I realised quite quickly that it is not something that comes naturally for me to translate my ideas for scenes and backdrops into a map-able space, so my brain oscillated between feeling like either overheating PC fans or like it was on fire for most of the process. However, I persisted, and after a few hours I had a wildly disproportional but workable plan for the house!

Once this was finished, I was able to import it to use as a base and began building the floor plan in Homestyler! I feel very lucky, as I only remembered this site's existence due to perusing 8 year old posts on my "art reference" tag (Tumblr's tagging system coming in clutch once again ✊) and, though finicky to use at times, it is proving to be extremely useful! As I went along adding the walls and rooms, the process morphed from being painful to actually being pretty fun! Adding furniture (and eventually re-proportioning the rooms as a lot of them are too-large) will be a long and arduous process, but I am quite happy with what I have achieved so far!

I will share the full map and some more images once I have finalised the design, but I would like to end off by sharing a render of one of the more furnished areas: the library. Anyone who has seen me draw Wren has probably seen art of him sitting in a chair and looking out the window, so may I present to you...Wren's Sulking Corner:

You can also see Dalia's room looming in the background....that kinda works thematically....

Isn't the rendering cool?! Fun fact: those shelves were empty and I had to add in the books myself. It was pretty fun but very time consuming and I have roughly 8 more shelves to fill so....pray for me.

That's it for today's log! If you have read this far....thank you I love you mwah mwah!

-Billie

#assorted bird noises #static pulse log

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imcimpea · 1 year

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How Children Construct Definition in the Math Classroom

In my classroom, pupils construct their own learning. We as teachers ought to quit teaching, so that our students can discover. I once taught institution in an institution that required me to make use of a pacing guide to guarantee that the students are discovering every one of the needed purposes. I'm glad those days more than! When the kids decide what they are mosting likely to learn, there's no useful means to establish a speed.

I typically just don't feel like teaching.I go into the class, sit at my desk, and also put my head down. On nowadays the trainees know that they are producers of their own understanding. This is additionally known as project-based learning. Simply last week my pupils made use of project time to introduce sharp pencils at the cork board. One child understood to release the pencils with rubber bands. It didn't work, and he actually ended up hurting himself. It was all in the spirit of constructing meaning though, so no damage no foul. In an open class like mine, there are no limits. Well, I do inform the youngsters that the home windows in the class are limits, especially considering that we had that unfavorable event last year.

High School Students

We have actually obtained a new principal. He's truly smart. Unlike the last principal who was terminated quickly for referring to instructional practices at the institution as "sensitive feely hippie do do." The new principal is so favorable and so loaded with inspiration! He will tell you right out, "I don't know your material." He enjoys reflective listening, meaning that he listens to what he hears and then duplicates it in a different way. Constantly! It's awesome that anything I state-- no matter what-- he'll duplicate it in various terms. Sometimes we speak like a pirate just to hear him retell pirate-speak in his own words.

One of the most essential thing about training math is to never ever, ever before tell kids the correct solution. They need to reach the right solutions themselves. This is especially true in the area of reproduction. I'm happy to claim that every child at my school goes home with a blue bow in our yearly multiplication table competition. That's due to the fact that no response is taken into consideration even more correct than one more response. I indicate you do not see nuclear chemists get all dismayed about correct proportions, currently do you?

India Math Contest for middle school students

We do not offer qualities either. Qualities might make some kids feel extra effective than others, thus establishing them up for failure. Rather we offer students sticky notes in various shades. We do not tell the kids what the shades mean. We just allow them guess. It's wonderful to review the youngsters' journal entrances on their progress in my class. They are so filled with questions! "What are we meant to be doing in right here?" "When are we going to use numbers?" "Is this truly a math course?" It is with questions like these that youngsters begin to use what they get from my course to the real world. I often inform the children that in the real world there may not be real numbers!

My students take the state's standard examination at the end of yearly. In 2015, I spent a great deal of time preparing them to take the examination. Got ta get those examination ratings up! In order to truly make our constructivist instructional approaches repay, I permitted the kids to tint the bubbles know the several option questions with crayons and also pens. The ladies specifically wanted to utilize shine, and also the boys inclined the scissors. That just goes to show you that every youngster is one-of-a-kind. Besides, far be it from me to disrupt the all-natural knowing procedures of the young mind, right? We do not have the examination results back yet from the state, yet they need to have been respectable due to the fact that the state's Department of Education and learning sent out an officer down from the State Bureau of Examination. It was weird initially, however I understand he was amazed because he was feverishly remembering while observing my class. I'm simply pleased my outstanding mentor practices are lastly getting the acknowledgment they should have!

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dreamescapeswriting · 3 years

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Stray Kids Reaction || He Thinks You’re Cheating [Request]

CHAN:

Trust was everything in your relationship between you and Chan, you trusted him to go off and tour the world and you thought he trusted you to be loyal to him but lately, he'd been acting so odd around you. Since you were working more often than not lately it had been getting harder to spend time with your boyfriend who was already busy enough without you throwing your schedule into the mix.

"You've been working all week and you're telling me you don't have the weekend off?" You could hear just how annoyed he was about you cancelling your weekend together but you couldn't help it when your boss was behind which meant your whole department was behind and had to stay to help him out.

"My boss is behind Chan, you know what that means." You sighed as you tried to get it through to him but he just began sighing and shaking his head despite you not being in the same room as him,

"I do, it means my own girlfriend is making excuses. Look, if you're sleeping with the guy let me know so I can get over this quickly," He snapped before hanging up the phone leaving you shocked as you stared down at the mobile in your hands, instead of staying to work you made an excuse of being sick and left without another word. Heading straight to the dorms to figure this out with Chan, there was no way he could get away with accusing you of something like that and leaving without another word.

"You think I would cheat on you?" You questioned as you walked through the door, he was home alone as he glanced up from his laptop,

"You've decided to grace me with your presence!" The sarcasm oozed from his voice as you rolled your eyes at him, you didn't want this to turn into some stupid fight that was over nothing.

"There's nothing going on between me and my boss," You spoke calmly knowing that if you got angry he would double down on his thoughts about cheating.

"Please, all that time you spend with him? All the 'extra hours'." He said sarcastically as he air quoted his words but you shook your head, sitting down on the sofa and sighing as he continued to rant about all the time you'd been spending at work lately but you couldn't hold it back anymore.

"I work all the time because I need to pay my bills Chan! My stupid landlord raised my rent and I can't afford it!" You finally cried out, admitting to him that you were struggling with money as tears ran down your face,

"I would never cheat on you, I would never do anything to hurt you," You sobbed into your hands as you finally broke down, the weight of being almost kicked out and dumped hitting you all at once but as soon as Chan saw you crying he cradled you in his arms.

"Y/n I'm so sorry, I-I didn't think." He whispered as he continued to soothe you, rubbing your back as you cried into his arms.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He whispered as he rocked you back and forth,

"I didn't want you to try and help, you always try and give me money you know I can't take," You sniffled as he held you closer to him, not letting you go for even a second as he rocked you.

"Then how about I don't give you money...I-I buy us a place together..." He suggested as he pulled away to look into your eyes, you frowned wondering if he meant it but he smiled at you and that smile could relax you every moment of every day.

"Think about it first," He whispered, kissing you softly before going to make you a hot drink and get you some food.

MINHO:

It came as no surprise to you when Minho thought you were cheating on him with one of his members, you were close with all of the boys but Minho was a little insecure when it came to relationships but you didn't blame him since his ex cheated on him.

"Do you really think I would do that to you?" You questioned as he sat across from you on the bed in his bedroom, Felix and you had been asleep on the sofa together when he walked in.

"I-I don't know, yes." He was stuttering as he spoke to you and you knew it was past experiences clouding his judgement so you couldn't hold it against him,

"I walked in and you were asleep...H-He had his arm around you, you were snuggled against him and I-"

"We fell asleep watching a movie Minnie," You cooed as you reached out to touch him, trying to relax him but he moved his hand away from yours and shook his head.

"You never cuddle like that, if he's just a friend you shouldn't have cuddled like that," You knew it looked bad to someone who had been in a situation where they had been cheated on before and you knew there was nothing you could say to him that would put his mind at ease.

"There would never be anything between Lix and I, he's like a little brother to me." You whispered as you nudged his hand, taking it into yours and locking your fingers together as he sighed.

"She's right...We didn't mean to sleep like that, we were watching a movie and we just got too comfortable," Minho looked at you both and then back to looking at just you, searching in your eyes for any indication that you were lying, he knew you were never a very good liar and as soon as he saw how upset you were he hugged you.

"I'm sorry." He whispered over and over again while you tried to convince him that it was fine, he didn't outright accuse you and that you understood why he was so scared about it.

CHANGBIN:

Changbin wasn't normally the over protective snoop through your phone kind of guy but as of late he'd been getting anxious about your relationship, whenever you were together you were always on your phone, laughing or smiling at it while you text back and forth with someone and whenever Changbin would ask what it was about you would shoot him down but he'd had enough of it, he needed to make sure you weren't cheating on him.

"Binnie?" You gasped as you walked back into the bedroom to find him trying to unlock your phone but it looked as though he didn't know the password to your phone as he struggled,

"What are you doing?" You snatched your phone away from him placing it down onto the bed as you stared at him waiting for some kind of excuse but he was done,

"I want to know who you've been texting so much, who's making you smile this much..." You could hear the hurt in his voice as he said it to you, you knew he'd been desperate to see what you were doing but it was supposed to be a surprise,

"It's no one Binnie, please just sit down." You tried to calm him but he stepped away from you shaking his head as tears welled up in his eyes,

"No, you're cheating on me...Aren't you? That's the reason you hide your phone and you're always laughing and smiling at it." He was blowing everything out of proportion and you knew that it was only going to get worse the more you denied it or told him that he was imagining things.

"Don't tell me I'm imagining it, I'm not. I see you all of the time," You knew how bad it must have looked so you sighed at him, shaking your head as you handed him your phone.

"The password is your birthday," You whispered waiting for him to see who you had been texting all of this time behind his back and you saw the blush creep onto his cheeks.

"Wooyoung and I were planning on bringing him to the dorms to surprise you," You admitted as he read through the messages, finding memes of Changbin back and forth to one another,

"See...Nothing is going on behind your back but you better act surprised when Wooyoung gets here tomorrow," You pouted as you sat down on the bed with Changbin, he hugged you tightly whispering to you how sorry he was for accusing you of something so harsh.

HYUNJIN:

Hyunjin had been under the impression that when you said that you were going to lunch with a coworker it meant you were going to be with another female co-worker but when he walked by your local cafe to see you sitting with another man he freaked out in the inside, coming up with all the ways you would be cheating on him.

"You're being overdramatic, I would never cheat on you least of all with Rylan," You laughed at the thought of it but Hyunjin wasn't finding any of this funny, all he could picture was you and Rylan sitting so close to one another, you were almost sitting in his lap.

"You could have been kissing him! You were practically sat on him!" He yelled out making you roll your eyes, you knew Hyunjin was dramatic but you didn't expect him to overdramatise everything that happened in your life.

"There wasn't much space, I sat close to him so a woman with a baby could get in," You tried to defend yourself but Hyunjin was already clear in his mind what was happening behind his back even if it wasn't true.

"So you just so happened not to tell me you were going out with a male for lunch?"

"I didn't think it was a big deal, you eat with girls at work all of the time and I don't get jealous and accuse you of cheating," You snapped as he stared at you, scoffing at the thought.

"Because I would never-"

"Neither would I," You cut him off before laughing to yourself at the thought of Rylan asking you on a date,

"What's so funny?" Hyunjin mumbled as he looked at you but you shook your head,

"It's just Rylan...I'm not really his type." You laughed again but Hyunjin still wasn't laughing,

"You're more of his type..." As soon as the words left your mouth a blush crept onto Hyunjin's cheeks as he realised what you meant and you smiled.

"S-So you're not-"

"No, I'm not." You laughed again and this time Hyunjin nervously joined in as you shook your head at him, giving him a kiss as you smiled weakly.

"You have to trust me," You whispered, locking your hands together as he nodded his head at you.

JISUNG:

Jisung's whole body froze as he stared down into the bin in your bathroom, he felt sick to his core as he saw the three pregnancy sticks poking out from the bin. Neither of you had been together intimately yet so he was going through every emotion in his body at the thought of you sleeping with someone else when you were supposed to be with him.

"Can you find it?" You laughed as Jisung didn't come straight back from the bathroom, he'd headed in there to get you the first aid kit so you could have a plaster for a small papercut but when he didn't respond you giggled and went hunting for him,

"Did you get lost? You practically live in my apartment you couldn't have gotten lost," All the while Jisung's eyes began to fill with tears as he saw the three positive tests sitting there,

"Babe? Everything okay?" You giggled walking into the bathroom and froze in place when you caught what he was looking at but you knew where his mind was going to go if it wasn't already there.

"I can explain-"

"How you have three pregnancy tests in your bin when we haven't had sex and been dating for two months...Go on. Explain that one to me." You knew where his mind was but you couldn't let him believe for one second that they were yours, you'd only bought them but you didn't take them.

"They're not mine," He scoffed as he tried to move past you to get out of your small bathroom but you wouldn't move out of his way not wanting him to believe that it was yours and storm off in the other direction.

"That's the oldest excuse in the book," He mumbled still attempting to move away from you and ignore you but you grabbed onto his hand pleading with him to stay with you but he was already set in his way.

"They're not mine! I promise, my friend came around earlier and she took three," You pulled at his hand to try and make him believe you but he wouldn't look at you,

"Jisung, you know I can't lie to you. You know when I'm lying look at me," You begged but he struggled out of your grasp and began making his way to your apartment door when it opened suddenly and your best friend stormed her way in,

"I need another one, I don't....It can be wrong three times right!" She cried out as she walked into the bathroom with another pregnancy test in her hand, you stared up at Jisung who was a little shocked.

"They really aren't yours?" You shook your head as you walked over to him, looking into his eyes and pouting when you saw how much he had been crying.

"I would never do anything to hurt you Jisung...I'm in love with you and only you," You whispered to him as you stood up on your tip-toes to kiss him, pulling away when you heard the toilet flushing.

"Go and make a hot drink? I need to calm her down." You whispered to him as you patted his chest softly.

FELIX:

Rumours were everywhere in the industry and hard to be avoided especially when you were dating someone who was in a popular K-pop band, while you were someone who just introduced acts on Korean variety shows normally you and Felix would do your best to ignore the rumours but lately they'd gotten worse. Branching for a hidden pregnancy to you cheating on Felix with another band member but you knew it was to get attention for the new show the boys were taking part in. Felix had come backstage accusing you of sleeping with Wooyoung when he saw the articles, he wanted you to be honest with him but when you tried he shot you down.

"Don't be an idiot Felix, why would I ever sleep with someone else?" You questioned as you stood backstage at the music core set getting ready to go on stage with Hyunjin but Felix was being paranoid,

"So I'm an idiot?!" You sighed as you heard him say this, you knew he was angry and just blowing everything out of proportion, that morning there had been an article claiming that you were dating Member Wooyoung from Ateez which couldn't have been further from the truth. The two of you were long term friends and your friendship grew closer since you and Changbin were also close with one another.

"Lixie, I would never cheat on you. Wooyoung is a friend," You whispered as you tried to kiss his cheek but he moved out of the way so that you would miss,

"Lix...Do you really think I would go behind your back on something like this?" The look on his face made your heart feel like it was breaking into pieces, he shouldn't have to think about it he should just know you would never even think of cheating on him.

"I've got to go," You mumbled as they began calling your name, you moved away from him and headed onto the stage, putting on the biggest smile you could manage before presenting.

(X)

The show ended and Felix was still standing in your changing room but you didn't want to fight with him over something that wasn't real and you didn't want to start something now.

"Look. I haven't cheated on you, the closest I've ever been is when I had a dream I kissed the monopoly man but that's it Lixie...You have to believe me that there is nothing going on between me and Wooyoung." He nodded his head as he got up from the sofa and hugged you tightly in his arms, apologising for believing in the rumours when he should have believed you first.

SEUNGMIN:

"What do you expect me to do!?" Seungmin yelled from across the living room of your shared apartment, he'd walked into the apartment to find you and Jeongin sitting close to one another and acting suspiciously as soon as he came home.

"Trust me! Trust me enough to know I would never cheat on you," You yelled back at him hoping he would see how hurt you were from the accusation but he was past seeing how hurt you were, he could feel his heart breaking at the thought of you sleeping with Jeongin behind his back.

"I should have seen it coming! You're always so close with one another, laughing and joking about things, having secrets!" You rolled your eyes as he listed things that all friends did with one another but because it was you and Jeongin it obviously meant there was something else going on between you when there clearly wasn't.

"He's a friend Seungmin, you're being ridiculous," You sighed as you looked up at him but he was still shaking his head, thinking of all the signs he should have seen before it got to this point.

"Do you guys sleep together behind my back? Do you sneak around to the dorms to see him when I'm not there?!"

"Enough!" You finally screamed out, throwing your hands up into the air as you stormed away from Seungmin, grabbing the plans you and Jeongin had been working on for months.

"You want to know what we've been doing?!" You snapped, storming back into the living room and dropping the papers onto the coffee table so he could see everything laid out in front of him,

"That! We've been planning a surprise birthday party for you," You yelled as you showed him all of the documents of what you had planned, the room you'd booked, the invitations, the guests, everything was there in black and white for him and you saw the look of regret hit his face.

"So no, I'm not cheating on you with one of your best friends, we were trying to do something nice for you." As soon as the realisation hit him was when he began to apologise for ruining the plans and accusing you of cheating on him, telling you that he would pretend to be as surprised as he could on the day of the party.

JEONGIN:

"It's nothing, you're taking things out of context," You tried to tell your boyfriend as he continued to pace back and forth in your living room, he was red in the face with anger and had been since he'd seen photos of you hugging and kissing another man,

"They saw you! They saw you hug and kiss him!" Jeongin yelled as you stared up at him from your apartment sofa, he'd come to your apartment after you'd dropped your cousin off at the airport. Fans and reporters had seen you kiss your cousin and put two and two together to get five as they began spreading rumours of you sleeping and dating someone else that wasn't Jeongin.

"Jeongin...Please," You sighed rubbing your temples as your headache was beginning to set in from all the yelling he was doing, Jeongin had no idea who the boy in the photos was but he was upset when he saw the photos of you kissing the guy. His mind instantly clicking to your cheating on him instead of looking at the larger picture when you'd previously told him you were spending the weekend with your cousin,

"You could have just told me you wanted to see other people! It would have hurt a lot less," The way his voice broke, broke your heart and you rushed to him hugging him tightly as you tried to reassure him that it was nothing. He sat down on the edge of the sofa crying into your arms as you held onto him tightly kissing his cheeks,

"He's my cousin, I kissed his cheek, he hugged me and that is all because he's my cousin." You repeated it over and over again until he finally began to believe you, you knew how hard it must have been with all of the rumours and photos that made it look like something it wasn't so you weren't going to hold it against him,

"I love you Innie...Nothing happened, I promise." You kissed his lips softly and he kissed you back, apologising for even accusing you of something like that.

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rcksmith · 3 years

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Mine — Kaz Brekker

(photo not mine)

Requests: “9 from the fluff prompts with Kaz brekker please? It could be where they're keeping it a secret and it slips out? Thanks”

“Could you possibly do a kaz brekker and reader imagine where they are both like in their mid twenties. Number 9 from the fluff prompts “So you're saying that girl is your girlfriend?" "No, that girl is my wife”, I could just imagine him with the smuggest grin saying it. Your a very good writer and thank you if you decide to write this.”

“Could I get a kaz brekker x reader secret relationship with fluff prompts 5, 7, 12, and 14 please?”

Fluff prompts:

5. ”Don’t smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy.”

7. “I feel like i cant breathe when i’m around you.”

9. “So you're saying that girl is your girlfriend?!" "No, that girl is my wife!”

12. “I’m not jealous! Its just...you’re mine!”

14. “I don’t like to pretend we’re not together.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, mention of fights, mention of post-traumatic stress, fluff too.

Word count: 2k.

A/N: Thank you💖 I hope you guys like. I changed some details a little, hope you don't mind

Normal Rules. Smut Rules.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you❤️

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Fissure. That's what mercenaries, thieves, assassins and his enemies were looking for. A fissure to drive Kaz Brekker to ruin. Burn his empire, wood for wood, until there is nothing left but funeral ashes swept away by the winter wind. Even the most infinitesimal fissure would ensure that his enemies infiltrate, like hungry parasites, into the heart of the dungeon of his deepest secrets. Swallowing, absorbing, any hint of what could do the infamous the Bastard of the Barrel down to his own knees.

And Kaz Brekker feared that if they looked into the most secluded corner of his dungeons, where it was reserved to hide the greatest truths of his soul, they would find the one only thing to beg on his knees for would be something he would do without hesitation.

You.

You were like the last summer solstice in a world ruled by darkness, cold and empty. Which he kept in a chest locked with seven chains.

If he had to describe you with the five senses, Brekker would remind that, when he was in the bitter cold of the ocean, clutching the stiffness of dead and putrefying flesh like a lifeboat, a ray of sunshine, warm as the summer, it opened up through the thunderclouds and came down to his face, warming that spot of skin like a kiss from the sun.

And it would be with that memory that he would describe you.

Kaz Brekker shouldn't have fallen in love with you. He was the person who most understood the disastrous consequences if he let himself get carried away by the way his heart sped up whenever he saw you. If he allowed herself to taste the way all of your heat radiated into his body and made him feel alive. But he fell in love.

Everything was all too much. The feeling of life every time you said his name, like a devotion, something religious, lyrical. The sweetness in your eyes, the warm voice. Everything had been too much.

And what should he do? Tell you he missed you every time you went on a mission? Saying that he were jealous and envy of Jesper because the man managed to make you laugh with a silly joke and hug you tight, something Kaz still hadn't been able to do? Tell you it was almost religious the way he venerated your smile? Of course not. Because all these things would have been sensible, and Kaz couldn't do anything sensible around you.

Because when he saw life offering him, with such joy, the one thing that had been denied him all his life, and that he swore never to crave, his first impulse was anger. Stupid, irrational anger.

So, for the first few moments, his entire reaction to you had been cold, distant, almost avoidant. Because the way his whole body shook in hot spasms when, in that summery tone, you called his name, it was too much for Kaz to handle.

“Kaz!” You call, one night.

He heard your voice from across the crow club, and had to close his eyes tightly at the way his heart leapt in his chest.

"Hey, hey." You appeared beside him, your cheeks chased away by coral red, the happy smile and the sparkle in your eyes as someone who have the path to true happiness. "Jessy said you were wanting to find a new way to invade that bank."

Oh perfect. In the same way his body exalted when he heard the sound of your name and your lips, hearing you call Jesper by that infernal nickname had a much more destabilizing effect. And fierce.

Kaz raised an eyebrow at you, in a nonchalant gesture but inviting you to keep talking.

“I happen to know of an underground path.” For an instant, the pride in your smile made Kaz want to smile too. “You and I can put together a map today and we'll be right tomorrow to go.”

That was one of the times Kaz should have made some dry, disinterested, trivial comment, something that made you not want to spend time with him, something that made you turn around and walk away. He should have turned around and left. He had done this over a thousand times with other people and knew it to be one of the best outings.

Still, the acid comment didn't come and he couldn't turn his back on you.

So, like the idiot he became whenever it came to you, Kaz couldn't help but spend an hour in your company. Even if it resulted in him lying in bed at the end of the day, alone and feeling the guilt gnawing at him more and more.

So, before he even knew it, Kaz was already in his office with you, listening to you chatter about things he knew he should have been paying attention to. But the way the crackling of the fire flames in the fireplace flashed across your face was a distraction of unimaginable proportions.

“Jessy and I…”

“You want to stop.” He found himself saying before he even realized it. “That nickname is already exasperating me.”

“Why? Jealousy?” You joked, oblivious to the truth.

Kaz looked at you like your comment was the most pathetic thing he'd ever heard. He wanted to screaming: ‘I’m not jealous! Its just...you’re mine!.’ But he didn't. Instead, the words that came out were:

“No. It's childish and immature, and it doesn't fit with...”

"What if I call you ‘Darling’?” You rested your chin on both palms of your hand, your elbows resting on his desk in his office.

Kaz's heart skipped a beat.

“That way you won't be jealous of Jessy's nickname and…”

“It's not jealousy!” He countered, and too late realized that he didn't disagree in the first instance about the nickname, but about the green color that emanated from his body.

And you didn't let that go either.

Your eyes took on a caustic gleam that you quickly hid, turning to the map on the table and going back to drawing the paths. “Okay, Darling.”

After that night, Kaz's self-control began to crumble.

He gave you death glares whenever you called him that nickname, but he never dared contradict or scold you. Much less deny it. The truth was, the core of his soul wanted this. He wanted every part of your caress warm as summer. He wanted to appreciate how perfect you looked when you called him that way. As if that nickname was born just to be used between you.

Something unique.

Over time, his body's physical reactions began to be stronger, coercive and overwhelming. Kaz felt dry, burning, and you soothed and inflamed him at the same time. You were the breath of peace, and also a glass of hot brandy.

And everything that he once felt dead, frozen or putrefying, slowly began to blossom, reborn and shine.

"Darling." You said, going behind the chair Kaz was sitting in, submerged in the Krisha security system sheets in front of he. “You've been there for hours.”

He ignored you, though his body was all too aware of yours behind him, the way your breath hit the top of his ear, how your heat hit his back like a high summer breeze. Kaz swallowed hard, ordering his eyes to stay on the pages.

“What are you reading?”

Your voice rang out from the top of his head, and Kaz felt his heart race into a cardiac arrhythmia the second your hands went to the back of the chair and your face tilted, chin hovering millimeters from his shoulder, your nose almost brushing his cheek.

Fucking Saints! You were hot! It was as if you had sun bathed, swam in the flames of fire, and been born into the summer.

Kaz lost his breath. His sanity. His soul.

“Do not do this.” His voice was no more than a whisper.

You looked at him, the furs not touching but breath hitting each other's cheeks. Kaz followed your gaze, and suddenly the world subtly turned hot. Pulsing and muffled.

“What?” You whispered, your heart so fast.

This was the time for Kaz to use the touche in a very valid argument. To make you move away as fast as you approached. To nip in the bud any path this interaction between you could take. He should have said about the touch. But he didn't remember. Kaz didn't remember his limitation, his traumas, his demons.

In that second, of insanity and magic, you couldn't do that just because…

"I feel like I cant breathe when I'm around you." He said.

After that day, Kaz realized that life no longer made sense without having you by his side to share it. Money didn't have the same value anymore if you weren't there, the robberies didn't make sense anymore if he couldn't tell you how it was at the end of the day, or have you by his side to fight.

Very quickly, Kaz Brekker realized that he had lost the battle against his own feelings. Loving you was inevitable. And having you close to him was made as essential as breathing. That's when things between the two of you developed faster, more solid, more right. The weeks turned to months, the months to years, and your relationship fortified as gloriously as the hilt of a sword.

Kaz still had very difficult moments with touching, days when a single brush of fur was unbearable and the mention of a kiss was impossible. But you stayed there. Firm and unshakable. Giving your summer smiles,your warm winks, and his nickname that had the power to soothe every nerve in Kaz's body.

However, the more Kaz understand that he was need you to he still live, the deeper he hid any trace of public affection for you. Any clue that could sparked the theory in someone that you were the reason, for Brekker, for the sun rose every morning. He couldn't bear the thought of losing you. Never.

Kaz Brekker became very aware that his soul was harnessed to yours. And there was nothing in the world that would take you away from he. Not while he lived, and even seven feet from land, Kaz would still find a way to fight for you.

It was a logical decision when he said you two should get married. Kaz was still trying to maintain his serene posture as his soul burned in a fire too eager and excited to make official anything that said you were his. That he had finally managed to have that ray of sunshine in the midst of the atrocious ocean. You, unlike him, exhaled your happiness in excited squeals, little jumps of joy and a passionate, quick kiss on the man in front of you.

And Kaz understood, as perfectly as the sky are blue, that he would do anything, for the rest of his life, to be worthy of that overwhelming happiness that sparkled in yours smiles.

“Don’t smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy.” He said, feeling himself smile because your happiness for the wedding was exorbitant.

And you, like the little tease you were who loved to make him piss off, smiled even more and hugged him. He love you. Unconditionally.

But, just like the ocean waves, Kaz and you have had your ups and downs. He wasn't a man who had a lot of patience, and you weren't the most obedient, calm woman in the world. You found him exasperating and he found you as stubborn as a door.

"I already said you can't do that!" And there he was, once again, lecturing you because you showed too much affection, in his mind, for him in a public situation.

And, as Kaz fucking Brekker liked to point out, ‘all walls have eyes and ears’.

"We've been together for six years, Kaz!" You tried to keep your blood calm, but you weren't a person to put up with sermons. “Is this going to be our life? Living as if we have the same connection as a boss and an employee?!”

“And what do you want, Y/n?!” He placed both hands on his office desk, looking at you from the other side “Want us to have a party and tell everyone?! Or do you prefer to hang a red target on your chest?!”

"I did not say that!" You were starting to get really angry. “I'm not asking for a billboard saying we're married and you know it! The only thing I'm saying is that you let me choose to sit next to you, take your hand, or tell you I love you when any of us go off on a dangerous mission!"

Kaz shook his head, impassable, his gaze flashing with anger. How did you not realize he was trying to save you?! Save everything you two built, your lives! And all this for what? Walking hand in hand on the street? It was ridiculous!

“This is indisputable!”

“Kaz…”

“I said no!” He slapped his hands on the table.

A less brave woman would have cringed. But not you.

“I don’t like to pretend we’re not together!”

“And I don't like a fucking girl who complains all the fucking time about something I do to save her! But it feels like I've been put up with it for six years, doesn't it?!”

The words hit you like a slap. Crackling, burning and electrifying. You felt yourself holding your breath and your shoulders instinctively tightening back. The room was silent. Loaded with tension, as if lightning had just hit the ground.

You looked at Kaz in amazement. And he pursed his lips when he realized what he'd said.

“Put up with? And you call me ‘fucking girl’ ?” You repeated, your voice low, serious and in a mixture of hurt and outrage. “Good to know.”

You turned your back, walking out of the office and slamming the door behind you hard, making the thud reverberate through the corridors of Kaz's soul.

"Y/n!" He called you, striding to the door "Y/n!"

But when Kaz pulled the doorknob and took a few steps down the hall, it wasn't you he bumped into. It was Nina, trying to hide, in a very terrible way, her curious and shocked expression. In female hands she carried a small stack of documents, probably something important that Kaz needed to check.

He had to check that out. But his eyes, restless and quick, wandered the great hall of the crow club below, watching your figure pass between the bodies, advancing towards the exit.

"Sooo…" Nina started, even though the attention wasn't on her. "Couple fights, right?"

But Kaz didn't think before nodding, trying to get past Nina to catch up with you. But of course the girl wasn't going to let Brekker get away with it that quickly. She was betting with Inej how long you two would pretend to have nothing. And now she was going to get the truth!

"So you're saying that girl is your girlfriend?" The smile of shock and excitement was wide open on her face.

Kaz muttered a curse, gently pushing the girl aside and moving towards the stairs, aiming to catch up with you. But not before answering:

"No, that girl is my wife!"

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fortuositywritings · 3 years

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Tattoo Heart

Summary: Tony and you make a dumb drunk decision. He gives you a tattoo.

“Um, what the hell, Tony! You said it wasn’t that bad.”

“It’s not! It’s well-proportioned. Really it’s the best heart I’ve ever drawn. I don’t know why you’re so upset. It could have been worse.”

“The heart isn’t the problem. You tattooed Wanda’s name on it!”

“Yeah, I can see why you’re mad.”

You poked your sore arm. Out of all places, he had to tattoo it on your arm above your elbow where everyone could see. Talk about bad placement.

You pout, “How am I supposed to hide this?”

“Baseball tee’s could make a comeback. You’ll be a trendsetter,” he suggests, not helping at all.

You glare at him. “You’re paying for it to be removed.”

“I expected no less,” he concedes. You’re still touching the tender spot, frowning. He stops you. “Poking it is not going to make it go away.”

“Fuck! I’m never getting drunk with you again,” you vow.

“You say that now, but come Friday night, whiteclaw in hand, you’ll have no recollection of this ever happening.”

“Getting a tattoo with your crush’s name on it is kind of hard to forget, Tony,” you spit out. He wears a sheepish smile. Speaking of the party on Friday, “Shit!”

“What?” Tony asks, clearly not processing the situation you’re in as fast as you are.

“Wanda’s gonna be there,” you remember.

“Well, yeah. It’s Pietro’s birthday party and they’re twins so,” he comments sarcastically.

“It’s a pool party. How am I supposed to hide this?”

“Just don’t get in the pool. Or you know what, just don’t go. Say you got sick,” Tony suggests.

“I can’t do that. She expects me to be there and I don’t want to let her down on her birthday,” you explain. Wanda had personally invited you to her party, saying you were going to be her partner for beer pong.

“Fine. Don’t worry about it too much. We have all week to figure something out,” he reasons. You guess he’s right. No use in stressing too much.

Friday afternoon comes too fast.

You’re stressing as you look at yourself in the mirror. You look ridiculous.

“You’re literally a genius and this was the best you could come up with?” you complain. You already feel yourself sweating. You hadn’t thought of what to wear. You only had your one piece bathing suit. Tony told you he had something and you trusted him. What he brought you, a long sleeve rashguard to wear over your bathing suit.

“Makeup was just going to wash off. We couldn’t chance it. This way, you can get in the pool,” he says.

“I look like I’m going surfing, not a pool party,” you huff.

“You look fine. If anyone asks, you burn easily. Now let’s go. Your girlfriend is waiting on you,” he rushes you along, grabbing your stuff for you. You throw on some shorts and slip on some sandals.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” you mumble, blushing as he pushes you out the door.

“Oh, I know. This wouldn’t be such a big deal if she was.” He closes the door.

Pietro opens the door for you and Tony. You both hug him and congratulate him on another year of being on this earth or as Tony puts it, “Congrats on being one year closer to death!”

Technically, their birthday is tomorrow but they always have a birthday dinner with their parents, so they celebrate with their friends either the day before or after. You and Tony hand Pietro your present for him.

“Just don’t open it in front of your parents,” you warn. He decides to unwrap it right then. You roll your eyes at his impatience to wait until tomorrow. To his satisfaction it’s running shoes with a bottle of alcohol in each shoe. He laughs, thanking you for his present. He notices you looking around, searching for a certain somebody. He already knows who you’re looking for.

“She’s in the kitchen,” he tells you, a smirk appearing on his face when you blush at being so obvious. You thank him and go find Wanda.

As Pietro said, she is in the kitchen fixing some appetizers to bring outside. What you weren’t prepared for was her already in her bikini, like she’s ready to jump into the pool. Her two piece bathing suit doesn’t leave much to the imagination but you’re quite the daydreamer it seems. You’re snapped out of your trance by Wanda clearing her throat.

She wears a smirk much like her brother’s and you splutter an embarrassed, “H-hi! Happy Birthday. You, uh, you look good. Great! You look ready for the pool.”

She smiles, amused by your awkwardness. “Thank you. You look ready for the beach.”

You blush. “Yeah, I burn easily,” you lie and quickly move on, handing her the present you got her. “Here.”

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” she says, but you shake your head. “Of course I did. It’s your birthday tomorrow. You can open it now if you want. Your brother did.”

“Unlike my brother, I can wait. Let me go put it in my room. I’ll be right back. Wait here,” she requests. You nod and she leaves with her present. You respectfully turn your gaze to the appetizers, not wanting to ogle her backside.

“Cowabunga, dude! What the hell are you wearing?”

“No way. I almost wore the same thing. Good thing I didn’t or that would be embarrassing.”

You roll your eyes, turning around to see Sam and Rhodey, both clearly amused by their own jokes. You give them an unimpressed look and they laugh harder.

“Haha. So very funny,” you deadpan.

“Seriously, Y/N, why are you wearing that? It’s like a thousand degrees,” Rhodey asks.

“Maybe I’m insecure and you guys laughing just makes me feel worse? Maybe thought of that?” you retort, but neither buy it. They look at each other and start laughing.

“Insecure, my ass. You almost give Tony Stark a run for his money in the size of ego,” Sam says between laughs. You just roll your eyes.

Wanda returns to find the guys pressing you about the long sleeves.

“Hey, Wanda. I think you might have given Johnny Kapahala the wrong address. She’s gonna be late for the competition,” Sam jokes and you hate that you get the joke. Wanda doesn’t and looks adorably confused. All she knows is they’re referring to you so she looks at you for an explanation but you ignore her in order to throw your own remark.

“At least Johnny wasn’t afraid to swim at the beach,” you bite, making Rhodey and Wanda laugh and Sam take offense.

“There are sharks!” Sam defends himself, making you all laugh.

The three of you help Wanda bring out the appetizers to the backyard. They’ve got a table and a bunch of chairs laid around. Wanda asks if you’d like a drink and goes to fetch one for the two of you while you greet other friends.

“You didn’t want one?” You ask her when she returns with only one drink. “If we’re going to be beer pong partners, you can’t leave me drinking alone.”

She giggles and takes a swig from your drink. “Happy?” She asks when she returns the drink to you and smirks upon seeing the slight blush on your cheeks.

You get a few more remarks about the rashguard but with a few drinks in everyone’s system, the pool is more enticing than poking fun at you. You didn’t plan to get in the pool but with a simple “come on” from Wanda, you’re cannonball jumping into the deep end.

Once it’s dark, you all begin to vacate the pool in order to play games. You and Wanda play two games of beer pong seeing as neither of you are very good and you think you’ll surely be sick if you play another round.

You eat, you dance, you sit around and talk to your friends, and Wanda is with you the whole time. It’s midnight and you’re right beside her as everyone sings for her and Pietro. She hands you the first slice of cake, which you eat standing up just to stay next to her as she cuts a piece for everyone.

It’s nearing 2am as people begin to leave. Wanda and Pietro make sure everyone is getting home safely, either taking a LIFT or having a designated driver. You and Tony stay later to help the twins clean up, which they greatly appreciate.

Almost an hour later, the house looks as if there hadn’t been a party. You and Tony wish them happy birthday once more before he pulls out his phone to call an Uber. The twins insist you two stay, that it is way too late and they’d feel better if you do.

Tony wiggles his eyebrows discreetly at you when Wanda invites you to sleep in her room. You spare him a warning glance before following Wanda to her room. She offers you some pajamas and hands you a long sleeved tshirt like you ask. You excuse her questioning glance saying you get cold at night.

You change in the bathroom. When you return, you find Wanda also in her pajamas sitting on her bed with the present you gave her earlier in her hand.

“You want to open that now?” You ask, amused at her eagerness to open it.

“I mean it is my birthday now,” she reasons. You nod, closing the door and going to sit next to her. “Or is this one of those ‘open when you’re alone’ presents?”

You quirk an eyebrow. “What kind of presents are those?”

“One of those romantic ones like in the movies that show that you’ve always loved me or something,” she replies. Your palms feel sweaty all of a sudden with the way she stares at you. She reads the nervousness on your face and takes pity, continuing, “Or a vibrator.”

You burst in giggles. “Damn it. How’d you know?” you joke.

It’s not a vibrator, obviously. You got her two necklaces, one gold with her name and the other sterling silver with her initials.

“I was going to just get you the gold one but then I thought maybe you wanted one to match all those rings you wear so, that’s why there are two,” you explain.

She puts the box aside and throws her arms around you, pulling you flush into her. “Thank you. I love them.”

“Are you sure? ‘Cause I could totally return those and get you a vibrator if that's what you want,” you laugh. She pulls back immediately, a frown on her face.

“No, they already have my name,” she protests, pulling a chuckle from you. She hands you the golden one that says ‘Wanda’ and asks, “Will you put this one on me?”

At your nod, she twists around, turning her back to you and sweeping her hair up. You struggle with the clasp a little due to your nervousness, but you get it. Had you paid closer attention, you would have noticed how Wanda shivered at your touch.

She turns back around and you admire her with your gift around her neck. “It looks great on you.”

She leans toward you again and you assume it’s to give you another hug, which you wouldn’t mind one bit, but she doesn’t move her head to the side the way one does to hug someone. Her nose bumps into yours and you realize she’s going to kiss you.

For some damn reason you pull away before her lips reach yours. She looks embarrassed and begins to apologize, “Sorry, I misread that. I thought with the present and the way you’ve been looking at me all day, shit.”

“No, you didn’t misread anything,” you reassure her. She relaxes. “Can we try that again? I was just nervous, but I’m ready now.”

“Are you sure?”

“Wait.” You get up and make a show of shaking off the nerves and pumping yourself up before you sit back down. “Okay, now I’m ready.”

She giggles, grabbing your face and pulling you into her, kissing the life out of you. She moves to lie back on the bed and you follow her lead. You’re kissing and it’s getting hot and she tugs on your shirt. You remove it without a second thought. You begin kissing down her neck pulling sweet noises when you leave a love bite. She gasps and grips your arm, right above your elbow.

You flinch in pain. The sudden intake of breath tips her off and she pulls her hand away. She asks worriedly, “Are you okay?”

You remember the tattoo and the fact that it’s not so hidden right now. You start to panic. “Yep, why? Are you okay?”

She narrows her eyes in suspicion, but you kiss her with the intention to make her forget. A minute later, she does it again, grabbing right on that spot. You try not to, but she hears the small groan and she pulls away. “Okay, what’s wrong?”

“Wrong? Nothing’s wrong,” you lie.

“Then why do you flinch every time I grab your arm?” She moves to grab your arm again to prove a point but you move it away.

“Nothing’s wrong with my arm,” you deny. She sits up and reaches for your arm. Once more you pull out of reach.

“Y/N, let me see your arm,” she demands.

“Okay.” You try to save yourself from some of the embarrassment by explaining, “But before you look, just know I did it on a drunken dare and I didn’t know until the day after what Tony actually wrote.”

That piques her curiosity and she shuffled around you to take a look at your arm. You can’t watch, so you hide your face behind the palm of your other hand. You expect her to either laugh at you or get upset, but moments pass and you don’t hear anything.

You get the nerve to look over your shoulder at Wanda. She looks indecisive about what she wants to say, but she doesn’t look mad. Finally, she says, “I guess I don’t have to ask if you like me or not.”

You groan in embarrassment, hiding your face again. She laughs and pulls you into her as she lies back down. “Don’t laugh. It’s embarrassing enough getting your crush’s name tattooed on you. I don’t need her to actually make fun of me.”

“Aww, you have a crush on me?” she coos.

You pull away, giving her a deadpan look. “No, I get girls’ names tattooed on me all the time.”

“Having your crush’s name tattooed is embarrassing,” she agrees.

You narrow your eyes, thinking she's just making fun of you now and that was the last thing you need but she continues, “So how about we say it’s your girlfriend’s name?”

Your eyes widen. Wanda bites her lip nervously, waiting for your answer, and that’s how you know she’s serious. You blush, “That would be less embarrassing.”

“I think so too. So what do you say?” She asks, wanting a clear answer.

“I would love to be your girlfriend,” you answer.

She smiles and kisses you. You can’t help the giddy laughter that comes after.

“You know, he didn't do too bad. It’s pretty well-proportioned.”

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