#you could not pay me to draw a background i'm sorry

[lovelybrooke]

*screams* sorry sorry I saw you ouran high school host stories so I had to come in and ask for more!

Can we get some head canons with a reader who refuses to draw anything for the host club and only sticks to drawing their projects and maybe their animals (like the reader has a cat and a dog that get along so the reader draws them)

I know is a weird request

Ok love you baiiii!!!

Pretty Please? (Yandere Ouran High School Host Club x reader)

Something short, hope you enjoyed.

Check out my other works here: Masterlist

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"Pretty please!"

"No." You replied blankly as Tamaki sulked in response. You could hear the twins giggle in the background, but that did nothing to help your sour mood.

Tamaki has been begging for the past hour for you to draw something for him, not afraid to beg. At this point, it was just plain annoying, distracting you from working on your current project.

"I already told you Tamaki, I don't draw stuff for other people."

Tamaki sighs dramatically, getting way to close for comfort, "Please, make one exception for me." You don't say anything, simply looking at your paper with a slight hint of annoyance.

The feeling of hands on your shoulders causes you to turn, groaning at the sights of the twins, a matching smirk on the both of them. "Why don't you just offer to pay them?" they said in unison. In an instant, Tamaki's eyes light up, and he went from slouching down next to you to fully upright, his eyes filled with hope.

"Great idea." He said before turning to look at you, "you have to draw something for me if I pay you right? Come on, name a price!"

You shrugged the twins hands off your shoulders, giving them a harsh stare that they simply giggled at in return. You turned your head back towards Tamaki, your face stern. "No Tamaki, I'm not drawing for you!" You close your sketchbook, standing up quickly while grabbing your bag, "I'm going to the art classroom, at least I'll get some work done there."

Tamaki's mood, like usual, shifts dramatically, upset at your refusal. He drags his feet towards Kyoya, whose been watching the whole interaction farther away. Tamaki rest his head on Kyoya's shoulder, letting out another dramatic sigh, "It's not fair, mommy..."

Kyoya gazes at Tamaki though his glasses, rolling his eyes at his theatrical behavior. He watches you leave the club room, noticing your sketchbook tucked away under your arm. It was clearly old, some of the paper curling over, even the binding was falling off. He could tell even from where he was standing that it was cheaply made.

"Don't worry, I'll handle it."

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Lunchtime is when you usually hang out with Honey and Mori, them choosing to eat with you in your art classroom, usually just watching you while you work.

Like usual, Honey lets out a loud, admittedly cute gasp whenever he sees you, crawling down from Mori's shoulders to take a seat across from you on the table. Using his arms to raise himself higher, he eyes the project you were working on, a color pencil drawing on a dog. His eyes sparkle as Mori sits down next to him, placing both their meals down on the table.

"Watcha drawing?" Honey asks, tone sweat like always.

You smile at him, "It's my dog, I'm drawing him for a project." Honey's smile becomes even wider.

"Wow!" Honey said, "You're super talented!" You giggle at his words, a small attempt to hide your embarrassment.

"You say that all the time Honey."

Honey swallows the piece of food he was eating, swinging his legs back in forth with glee, "just wanted to remind you."

You chose to stop talking, the nerves the upperclassman was giving you nearly putting you in a state of shock. You look back down at your drawing, missing as Mori shifts his gaze onto you.

"Tamaki mentioned wanting to commission something from you." You heard his low voice say, the topic causing your once happy demeanor to sour.

You shake your head, "I don't do commissions."

"Why don't you." Honey asks, tilting his head to the side, "you could make a lot of money if you did."

You shrugged, waving your hand around in contempt, "I just don't want to, it's too much work." You rest your head on your hand, "besides, there's not much I really enjoy drawing anyway, other than my pets." You offhandedly mentioned.

Honey nods still clearly confused, but happy with the answer. The room went quiet afterword, the three of you simply enjoying the quiet together.

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The sun was setting as you exited the art classroom. You finally finished the project you've been working on, without having to deal with the incessant begging on Tamaki.

Art was your passion, but you were pretty strict on what you drew, only wanting to draw what made you happy. A part of you felt like having to draw for someone else might take the fun out of it, but another part of you wondered just how much Tamaki was willing to pay.

Your phone breaks you out of your contemplation, grabbing it out of your pocket, wondering who it was. When the make 'Kyoya' appeared on screen, you huffed.

Clicking on the message, you skim it over quickly.

"Hello (Y/N), I had a proposition for you. Would you be interested in creating merchandise for the host club, something hand drawn preferably. If you're interested, stop by at the host club after school. We can discuss your payment together."

Your fingers move to type out your response,

"You were at the host club, Kyoya, I'm not interested in doing commissions, or anything of the sort."

You waited as the three bubbles floated on your screen,

"I would like to discuss this in person." Another group of dots appeared quickly after the message.

"If you're too busy, we could discuss this weekend? Perhaps over coffee?"

You sigh, conflicted. On could just not respond, refusing his offer. Or you could get a butt load of money, and not have to worry about groceries for a while. You could even get new art supplies, nicer papers and brushes. Oh! And you could finally fix your drawing tablet that's been broken for months.

With a heavy heart you text him back, "Sure. This weekend."

You get a message back nearly instantly, like he was expecting it, "great, I'll text you a time."

You send him one last message before leaving,

"Don't tell Tamaki."

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A/n: Sorry if this was super short, but I liked writing for ohshc again.

#yandere x reader #soft yandere #platonic yandere #ohshc x reader #yandere ohshc #ouran high school host club x reader #yandere ouran high school host club #ouran high school host club

[gojosattoru]

Hello everyone! Hope you are doing well cuties! I've missed you all so much! ^^ *hugs* So I'm doing this post to announce that I will start taking commissions again. I have been working as an illustrator, it has been really fun, my boss she's cool and has nice ideas but the issue is... she doesn't pay me on time... and sometimes I wait till 2 or 3 weeks till she pays me.. I'm really needing to gain more money... I have been trying to find a second job but it has been difficult.. No matter the curriculums I send.. no one responds or they say i don't have enough experience....... I'm really getting frustrated..

So I'm coming back, fortunately I have been feeling much better lately thanks to my psychologist and my medication. I want start editing again and tho on opening commissions on Tumblr and for Twitter! I can make icons, headers for both websites (or for any other social media if you want) I too have been doing a lot of chibi drawings, (you can see them on my art page on twitter and my blog and sideblog @letsbeeart) if you are interested and you could help me, I would really appreciate it :) If anyone wants to request feel free, but if you could give me even a small ko-fi :https://ko-fi.com/gojosattorus it would be wonderful, if not it's okay i'll do requests nonetheless ^^ so the prices for the commissions are these:

Headers alone are 10$;

Icons (anime and manga) alone are 3$;

Batch of both they are 11$. 

Chibi Commissions: (i should say this, if you want to commission me chibis please ask for fandoms i'm into! Since I'm more familiar with them and gives me more motivation to draw it helps me a lot! Genshin Impact and Honkai Star Rail are good too ^^)

1 Character -> 25$;

2 Characters -> 35$

+ Characters -> 50$

with background -> 15$

It would be awesome if you guys could spread this post around as much as you can…Sorry for coming out of the blue with this.. I have been on hiatus for a month and a half due to my mental health and now I suddenly appear to open commissions (like i said i can take requests too you could give me a lil ko-fi if not it's alright too) but I have been thinking a lot recently since I don't gain THAT much and my boss always delays the pay day.. I should do something to gain more money! I have been practically doing nothing recently... So if you could support me, even just a lil it would help me a lot!.. Thank you for all your support, love, kindness and strength you have been sending to me recently and for keeping liking everything I do guys, makes me really happy whenever I see your messages ; U ; I will keep doing my most effort to create the best for you guys and I hope you like them and can enjoy too! Thanks for reading and to reblog. Anything you are interested in, or any doubt, you can always message me and we will talk things through. Wish you all the best and I love you very much!! 💖💖💖💖 Have a lovely day/night! *hugs* Take care!

#personal #dailyanime #animangacreators #hyeahjujutsu #anisource #headers #icons #chibi #fanarts #please spread the word guys! #if you can ^^ #thank you again! #hope you are having a wonderful weekend! <3

[rahhhhhhs-blog]

How the Spiderman would react to you dodging their kisses

༻꫞ 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑠 ꫞༺

Miles is a very shy or rather awkward person.

In public he's shy with his affection often seen as closed off.

He loves hugging and kissing you but in private. It gives him a sense of comfort and love.

You were sitting on his bed. He was chilling at his desk drawing, the music was quiet in the background as the window was open so a breeze could go by. All you could hear was the sounds of New York and the sounds of pencil scratching paper. After a while Miles sighed putting the pencil down and moving to lay next to you. He smiled and moved to give you a kiss but you moved last minute. "Y/n? what's wrong?" he looked at you confused. "Nothing, I just don't feel like kissing right now. Sorry" you spoke placing your phone down. "Oh that's fine. You don't have to say sorry" he did feel awkward at first and didn't know what to do, but he doesn't question it.

☆࿐ཽ༵༆༒ 𝑴𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒔-𝟒𝟐༒༆࿐ཽ༵☆

Now for this Miles, we've seen how he is. He seems more... aggressive? a 'cooler' version (depends who you ask)

I think he would be more confused and sassy about it. Let's face it, he's ruler of the sassy man apocalypse

He's the same as the other Miles tho, he keeps his affection more on the dl. Only because of enemies as the Prowler.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't want them, in fact if you don't give him at least one kiss. He's throwing a bitch fit.

Y'all were at the bodega getting snacks for a movie night. It was your turn to pick what to watch and you wanted to get his favorite snacks, so you won't hear him bitch and moan about the movie "Ma? you done?" Miles walked up next to you. "Hm? oh yeah, I'm done now." You looked at him and gestured to the snacks. He nodded and moved in to give you a kiss, you of course blocked it. Not because you just don't want to, but because people walked in and you know he doesn't like to be so affectionate in public. He looked at you weird and rolled his eyes walking to the cashier. After y'all (he) paid you both walked to his apartment. "So I was thinking we could rewatch Mean Girls." he just hummed. "Sure whatever." You looked at him and sighed "what's up with you?" he stopped walking and side eyed you. "You dodged my kiss like I'm one of your lil hoes" You just shook her head. "the only hoes I got are your other personalities, Miles. And I dodged it because other people walked in." Mid way through the sentence he kisses you before pulling away and walking ahead of you.

♡*♡∞:｡.｡ 𝐻𝑜𝑏𝑖𝑒 𝐵𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛｡.｡:∞♡*♡

We all know Hobie. (for like 3 minutes but I'm not complaining.)

He doesn't believe in consistency. But one thing he DOES believe in? is you.

He LOVESS your kisses, he's practically a bitch in heat for them.

He doesn't want them he NEEDS them. So imagine his shock when you dodge him.

You were laying down on the couch reading. It was a quite and relaxing day, so you decided to relax from work. Suddenly your tall, lanky, and quiet loud chained up man is walking in. He had a meeting at the Headquarters so he was tired. All he could do while listening to Miguel was yawn and imagine being with you. (in more ways that one🤞) "Doll, there you are. Been going crazy all day." He took off his spiky jacket and laid on top of you. You put your book down and lightly scratched his back, he let out a sound of relief. "How was the meeting?" he grunted and moved forward. "Was shit like always." He moved to kiss you but you moved your hand to cover your mouth. "Fuck was that for?" He gave you a mug. "I ate onion dip, my breath stinks." You tried to reason. "Who cares? kiss me for fucks sake." He moved to closer and kissed you anyway.

▂▃▄▅▆▇█▓▒░ мιgυєℓ σ'нαяα░▒▓█▇▆▅▄▃▂

Miguel is a rather... aggressive guy. (don't say he isn't we all saw how he treated miles)

He'd probably be at work a lot and so are you, I mean the bills don't pay themselves. So naturally he would want a kiss before leaving

He doesn't know if he'd get the chance to see you again all day because of both of your work hours.

So let's say that you woke up late and you didn't have time to take it slow like you naturally do

"Fuckk!" You rushed around getting dressed and making coffee. Your husband Miguel watched idle. He tried to help but all he got was a 'Not now' he knew better than to do anything so he stayed still as to not get in your way. After you rushed to get ready you flattened your hair down as much as you could and grabbed your cup chugging it. Miguel watched you with love filled eyes...no literally his eyes were in the shape of hearts I'm not kidding. You moved to give him a kick pat on his shoulder and yelled "Good luck" to him. He frowned and grabbed your arm to give you a kiss but you pulled away hurriedly. "I'm sorry Miguel but I gotta go! I'll visit you during lunch!" And with that you were gone. He was sad you didn't kiss him but he just shrugged it off. You did keep your promise though, you visited him during lunch and made it up to him.

#miles morales #into the spider verse #hobie brown #hobie x reader #miles x reader #miguel x reader #Miguel x plus sized reader #hobie spiderverse

[ughgoaway]

need to see how teacher!reader met ross and hann

Omg yeah, I can't believe I haven't discussed this at length yet??

Hann’s story is very boring (sorry, bro), baby Hann goes to Annie’s school, and you once worked as a teaching assistant in his class! It was whilst you were still training, so you were just a helper, but you sometimes did hand off at the end of the day, so you spoke to Carly and Adam regularly. As well as being there on parents' evenings and things, so they just know you through school.

Ross is a little more interesting story though…

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You met Ross a few months into your intense crush on Matty. You knew who he was after some intense stalking of Matty’s social media and some googling. But Ross had no idea what you looked like.

He knew Matty was falling in love with his daughter's teacher, and he told him over and over again that it was a bad idea. So he did no research into you, not wanting to encourage Matty into a relationship that didn't sound so sensible.

You blink heavily a few times, trying to process whether this man in front of you is actually the man you thought he was. But when you saw a flash of his phone background and saw a picture of all the boys and Annie at the zoo, you knew he was indeed the very same Ross you'd seen in many late-night stalking sessions.

So when he saw a pretty girl in a club, he didn't think twice before going up to her and offering to buy a drink. “Hi, bit of a boring pickup line, but I saw you from across the bar and thought you were beautiful. Can I buy you a drink?”

Ross decided to go simple that night after having spent too long chatting up a girl just for her to slink off with another guy at the end of the night (usually Matty…)

Whilst you were processing, however, you were silent. Which isn't exactly encouraging when it comes to picking girls up at bars. Ross starts to nervously move around, pulling at his shirt and fiddling with his hair. You can feel the nervousness radiating off of him, and you don't quite know what to do.

Part of you wants to be honest right away, tell him your Annie's teacher and you recognise him from her many drawings, all of which you now know are quite accurate as you stare up at Ross. But also, you know that as soon as you mention Matty, you'll get that stupid lovesick look on your face, and you can't risk Ross telling Matty that. You could try and hide it, but your face said everything your words didn't.

Ross can sense your hesitation and starts talking again before you can respond, “Let me guess, pretty girl like you has a boyfriend already, huh?” he laughs. You can tell he isn't putting too much pressure on this conversation, so you feel okay lying to him, just this once.

“Ah, thank you for the offer, but I do indeed have a boyfriend, I'm afraid. I would normally take the free drink, but you seem like a nice guy, so I'll let spend your money on a single girl, yeah?” You giggle at Ross and shoot him a wink, and you can't help but brighten even more when you see a blush come across his cheeks.

Luckily, Ross doesn't take it too hard and thanks you for your honesty before moving back across the bar. You don't pay too much attention to him for the rest of the night, dancing with your friends and trying to drink your feelings for Matty away (it doesn't work, and you start stalking his Instagram at 3 am until your friend forcibly removes your phone.)

But just before you leave the club you flick your eyes around the room looking for Ross, and you couldn't be happier than when you see a redheaded girl practically on his lap in the corner of the room. 

But the second his eyes meet yours, they widen and you can see all the memories flooding back. You consider pretending to meet all over again to avoid the awkwardness, but you can't lie to Matty like that so you decide to just be upfront with it.

You don't cross paths again until after you and Matty are finally together! After breaking the news to the boys and diffusing the small bit of tension, you re-meet them all.

No part of your brain thinks Ross remembers you, you assume he's tried to pick up many girls at many clubs over the years, and you remember Matty saying he's been in a relationship for a few months now so there's no way he knows your face.

“Nice to see you again Ross, heard you finally found a pretty single girl, huh?” You tease, and you can see his muscles relax when you make a joke of it, every bit of nervousness in him melting away.

“Yup, found her the same night I met you actually, guess you having a boyfriend worked out quite well in the end,” he smiles softly as he speaks about his girlfriend, and you assume the redhead you saw with her tongue down his throat that night is the very same one that you see flash up as his phone background.

Before you can respond, Matty is jumping in with questions, “Do you two know each other already? And what do you mean, boyfriend? I thought you hadn't had one in years before you met me?” Matty's face is doing that scrunchy thing he does when he feels confused and left out at the same time, and whilst it is cute, you put him out of his misery pretty quick.

“I didn't. Ross and I met at a club months ago. He tried to buy me a drink, and I was so hung up on you that I lied and said I had a boyfriend. Worked out well in the end, though, didn't it?” You slide into Matty’s side as you speak, placing your hand on his chest gently.

“Wait, so did you already know who I was that night?” Ross asks before Matty can cut in and ask 100 more questions.

“Mate, no need to get all alpha male on me. Never even bought her a drink, used that fiver to buy one for Hazel instead. She literally said no to me because she was in love with you, don't think I had much of a chance. You always ended up with the girls I went for first anyway.” Ross jokes.

“Oh I absolutely did, I must have seen about 100 photos of you across all of Matty’s socials.” You laughed as you spoke and hoped the mention of your late-night stalking would distract Matty from everything, but it didn't.

You could see he was feeling weird about it. He felt jealous but was not quite sure why? You had turned Ross down that night because you liked him, but he's still annoyed at the idea of anyone hitting on you, especially one of his best friends.

This makes Matty move on quickly, and soon enough you're grilling all the boys about Matty’s supposed “slut era” and getting all the juicy details of all those girls in the back of his van.

You and Ross make jokes about it from time to time, whenever you're at a bar as a group he asks if you have a boyfriend when he buys a round, and you ask if he's single when you buy them too.

Matty rolls his eyes every time, but he always fights a smile when you press a kiss to his cheek to confirm you do, in fact, have a boyfriend. And he smiles even bigger when it turns from a peck on the cheek to a kiss on the mouth and the wiggle of a wedding ring, telling Ross that you don't have a boyfriend, but you do have a husband.

#sorry im a little rusty with blurbs lol #been a whileeee #i need to get back into them tbh!! #anon! #teacher au!

[yeehawpim]

HI UM i really admire you and your art and i was wondering --

so i really love the way you format your comics, its really straight-forward and lets the reader process every word with ease (which i think adds to the impact of the writing), and that one rue comic with the split colors for the parentheses... how do you do it without making it look so messy?? to bring up another example, the hide-and-seek comic- i love how subtle and genius the call back to hiding behind the door was, it blew my mind... i take a lot of inspiration from the way you format and lay out your comics but for some reason i cant wrap my head around how you do so much with so little (in reality this might just be the result of me wanting to add so many little details for others to find , while being conflicted on keeping it simple, and,,, AGH...) for context : im trying to make a comic about isolation, but i keep filling up the page because i want to add things - when really i know i should be keeping it simple... but other than removing unnecessary details, i want to know what else you do to make your comics so clean and simple yet it rips out the emotions from your heart and has you stare at it as it beats. like... i want that type of impact!! i want to affect others on such an intense level!! i want to induce emotions!!! but how?

(sorry this was long, HAHAHA i just want to drive my point home- again with the 'wanting to add a lot of stuff to prove a point' thing but i digress)

ok first of all that is a huge compliment and it means v much to me, thank you 😭🙏❤️❤️

tbh for me the answer of keeping things uncluttered is paying attention to spacing and eye direction. Spacing depends on timing, if you want an action to happen slowly for instance you can make the space between panels longer, or take more panels for someone to complete an action. There's tricks for directing your eye, if you ever read anyth about focal points (eg biggest contrast, triangular shapes pointing towards what's important), but really with comics I keep in mind you're reading left to right and top to bottom.

The ruehob comic is actually simpler than you think 😅 I already knew which text had to be on the left and right with august's text post. And after that the "lanes" were so narrow there weren't a lot of complicated things I could do, just make sure you still read left to right and saunter vaguely downwards.

when you talk about putting little details, that doesn't necessarily have to distract people. Like I honestly applaud you having the drive to do detailing. You just have to make sure your compositions allow for it. Like if you think about ghibli backgrounds, they're elaborate and beautiful af.

For smth about isolation, my first thought was that you can draw a person in a setting alone among a bunch of objects, for instance. If you keep the person small but surround them with a bunch of detailed objects, it could feel very lonely. Just make sure the person still stands out b/c they're what's important, so for example the background stuff is a less saturated colour, or the person is the least detailed thing on the page. I think that's the main thing, you just have to make sure the things important to what you're saying stand out. Clarity is rlly half the battle when I'm laying things out haha

In school our teacher called this "killing your babies" because it sucks when you work hard on a cool drawing and it just doesn't work out😂This also still happens to me, it's actually partly why I keep things simple so I can work fast and throw out less

Here is a timestamp from supereyepatchwolf's video about Chainsaw Man, which has some of the coolest fuckin layouts

He's got other stuff that talks about manga and how eye direction can work and what cool stuff has been done. Off the top of my head his vid about one piece and his vid about gantz have helped me understand how to cause Emotions. Also I think he has one about Junji Ito that specifically talks about how details can make you scared, if you're into that 😂

hope this helps!

#q&a

[thetriumphantpanda]

Stolen | Marcus Pike (Day Two)

Series Summary | A week on from the biggest museum theft in history, you find yourself shipped to D.C. to track down the most important British archaeological artefacts, stolen from right under your nose. You didn’t plan on Special Agent Marcus Pike getting under your skin in the process. Special Agent Marcus Pike didn’t plan on falling for you either.

Chapter Summary | You fall into a quick routine whilst the hunt for your artefacts is ongoing. Marcus makes good on his promise of the best Italian food outside of Italy as a way for you both to forget your daily stress for a moment.

Pairing | Marcus Pike x Archaeologist/Curator F!Reader 

Word Count | 4.9k 

Warnings | Marcus and reader shamelessly flirting with each other, mentions of food and alcohol consumption but nothing much else right now.

Authors Note | Day two with Marcus and this is... not my best. I think because the pacing on this fic is so different to anything I've done previously, I'm not confident that I'm not completely rushing things but here we are! I hope you enjoy it and if you do, please consider dropping me a comment, reblogging or heading into my ask box to share the love! If you're interested in being added to the taglist for this or for any of my other work, please check this post on how to do that! And as usual, a HUGE thank you to @morning-star-joyfor beta-ing this huge chapter and generally just HYPING ME UP. ILY.

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

You groan at the incessant chiming of your alarm. There is no way that it is already time to be awake. You roll over and through blurry eyes manage to turn the alarm off, rolling onto your back to let your eyes adjust to the soft morning light drifting in through the curtains. 

Rubbing the last of the sleep from your eyes, you pick up your phone, opening it to find your email app overflowing with unread emails from London. They were already five hours into their workday, and each and every email you opened was basically screaming at you for an update on the case. An update you had expressly told everyone wouldn’t come until later in their afternoon. You sigh as you push yourself up in bed, dialing Mark’s number before you can think about what you’re doing. 

“Jones, good to hear from you,” You can hear the familiar background noise of the office behind him, “How’re things over there?” 

You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose, “Fine, I guess, would be even better if you could get everyone off my ass looking for updates though.” 

“I’m sorry Jones,” He sighs down the phone, “I really am trying, but I’m sure you can understand that everyone here is on edge right now.” 

You sigh again, “I know, it’s not your fault, hopefully I’ll have something to update you with when I call you later on,” You shift on the bed and push yourself up, padding over to the window to draw the curtains, “How’s Geralt?” 

“Geralt’s fine,” Mark chuckles, referring to your dog that he had agreed to look after whilst you’re away, “He’s got a taste for roast chicken now, Miranda cooked him one especially as a treat.” 

“If you spoil him too much, you’re paying for the roast chicken I’m going to have to feed him when I come back, you understand.” 

“Loud and clear Jones,” You can hear someone trying to talk to him on the other end of the phone, “Listen, I’ve got to bounce, but I’ll speak to you later, alright?” 

“Alright, have a good day.” 

“You too Jones,” He finishes, “Go get ‘em.” 

You’re in and out of the shower in record time that morning, cleaning the rest of the jetlag from your skin, swiping on some mascara and painting on your foundation and concealer to cover the pretty large circles around your eyes from sleep deprivation. You’re shrugging on your blazer when there’s a knock at your door.

“Morning, boss,” It’s Lizzie, “Car should be downstairs in ten.” 

“I’m ready,” You mumble, letting her hold the door open whilst you grab your laptop bag and your handbag, checking you’ve got everything before closing the door, “Sorry about last night, I slept for longer than I thought I would.” 

“That’s alright,” She smiles, pressing the button for the elevator, “I managed to entertain myself.” 

There’s a smirk on her face that has you smiling too, “What did you get up to?” You tease, nudging her with your elbow. 

“I just went for dinner,” She unlocks her phone and opens up Tinder, “American men love British women,” She winks, “I met Tod, who took me to the fanciest steakhouse in D.C., paid for my dinner and then blocked me when I told him I wasn’t interested in sleeping with him,” She’s scrolling through her messages to make a point, most of them unread, “Who do you think I should go for tonight?” She’s stepping into the elevator, you’re close on her heels, “David looks nice,” She opens his profile and scrolls through his photos so you can see, before she’s going back to his message, “He seems to think I’ll like a seafood restaurant around the corner from here.” 

You’re both laughing by the time the elevator reaches the lobby, Lizzie pressing send on a message to David, letting him know when and where to meet her, “What about you?” She asks, “Don’t tell me you managed to sleep all the way through to this morning?” 

You shake your head as your heels clip through the lobby, “There’s a great diner just around the corner,” You shrug, “Marcus showed me.” 

Lizzie looks up at you with telling eyes and a smirk on her lips, “Did he now?” 

“Shut up,” You chide, “It was kind of weird to be honest, phones me to ask if he’d upset me and then takes me for pancakes at nine in the evening.” 

“I can’t blame him,” Lizzie shrugs, “You did look like you were about to slap him yesterday.” 

“That’s because he chooses to ask the old white man the questions automatically, instead of me.” 

“Come on Jones,” She’s speaking as she rounds the car that was sent for you, slipping into the backseat next to you, “That’s because Pete works for the police, it’s his job to know the answer to those questions, you can’t blame the poor man for that.” 

“Well, don’t go getting any ideas,” You warn her as the car starts slipping through the city, “It was a one-time thing, just so I had somewhere to go on my own.” You know it’s a lie. You can already taste the pasta and the wine he’d promised you this evening, but Lizzie didn’t need to know that. 

“I knew you agreed with me,” She speaks after a few minutes of silence, just as the car is pulling in to drop you off, she senses your confusion, “When I said he was cute!”

You groan as you both reach for your things and start walking into the building, “I do not think he’s cute.” 

“The blush on your face would suggest otherwise,” She teases, shoving her own bag into the airport style security scanner to be checked, “You never go for dinner for anyone, not even at home, you definitely think he’s cute.” 

“We’re shelving this conversation right now.” You demand, following her actions of setting your things down and heading through the scanners.

Once the security detail is satisfied neither of you are terrorist’s about to blow the place to the ground, they let you through and its only moments until you’re back in the office from yesterday. There’s a similar buzz about the place, people tapping away on computers and walking around with files. You can already see Marcus and his partner sitting in the meeting room with Pete, talking and laughing with each other, which makes your blood boil. You hope they aren’t talking about the case. 

You march over, Lizzie having to run to keep up with you, knocking twice on the glass before you enter. Their conversation goes silent, only adding to your suspicions that they were in fact discussing the case without you. 

“Good morning,” Marcus stands to greet you, “Sleep okay?” 

“I slept fine, thank you,” You reply is curt as you sit down, “I trust you’ve got an update for us?” 

He’s still standing, and his partner is looking up at him with a jovial look that you’ve seen in men before, and it infuriates you even more. Steven is looking at Marcus as if to say, ‘who does this girl think she is?’, flouncing into our office and demanding answers from us. You couldn’t give a fuck, you think, looking back at him, I didn’t make my career worrying about what silly men like you think. 

Marcus takes a deep breath and sits back down, opening up the folder on the table, “So, the good news is, Steven managed to track the gang from the airport,” He pushes some grainy CCTV stills across to you which you take, “We’ve tracked them from here to a warehouse on the edge of the city, but the issue is, in all of the footage, there’s no sign of them carrying anything, no bags, no boxes, nothing.” 

You throw your head back and groan in frustration, “That would have been too easy, wouldn’t it?” 

Pete chuckles to the side of you, you shoot him a glare. It wasn’t meant to be funny; you fume silently. 

“Doesn’t mean your artefacts aren’t there,” Marcus reassures, “We see it often that they’ll ship these things separately so they can’t be caught with them, so we’re planning a raid on the warehouse to see if that is the case.” 

“Today?” You ask, optimism in your voice. 

“It’s a big operation, you’ll understand,” Steven speaks now, “It’ll take us some time to pull the right resources in so we’re aiming for tomorrow afternoon.” 

“Are you joking?” You scoff, “I’m sorry, but this is the biggest museum theft in history, of one of the most important British archaeological finds and you’re going to wait until tomorrow afternoon?” You turn to Pete now, hoping for some back up, “If this were the Met they’ve have raided it this morning, right Pete?” 

He looks like a deer caught in headlights, his stutters a little, “Well, I mean, we’d need some time to put things together.” Traitor. 

You take a deep breath in and push it out through your mouth to calm yourself, “Is there any way we can raid tomorrow morning?” You ask. 

This time it’s Marcus who speaks, “We know how important this is, not just to you, but for us as well, so let me see if I can pull some strings and get things moving a little quicker.” 

You nod in understanding, wondering whether he is in fact doing this for the greater good, or just to stay in your good books, “I appreciate that Marcus, thank you.” 

He nods, “No problem, let me head out and make some calls,” He turns to Steven, “Can you get the briefing document ready, just in case we can get things moved around.” 

Steven nods in understanding but you don’t miss the glare he shoots your way as he stands up to leave. What is his problem? Pete also stands to leave, mumbling something about updating headquarters back in London. 

“Is it okay if I stay here to dial into my call with everyone back home?” You ask Marcus, who is shuffling papers back into his file. 

“Sure thing,” He smiles, the warm smile you remember from last night, “Take your time,” He says, shutting the file and turning to Lizzie, “How about I show you where the coffee machine is, I’m sure you both need one.” 

You’re waving her out of the room as your other hand is pulling your laptop out of its bag, she knows how you take your coffee, you just pray that the creamer they use here instead of milk doesn’t make you sick. 

As soon as you dial into the call, you’re wishing you hadn’t. Wishing you could curl up into a ball and forgo all responsibilities. It’s times like this that you really missed fieldwork, sure digging up ancient skeletons could be emotionally taxing, but at least they never talked back to you or demanded why their stolen artefacts were still in fact stolen before they’d even greeted you a hello. 

“Good morning to you too,” You smile sweetly into the camera as soon as Hartwig has demanded his update, “I’ve got some good news, the team here have managed to pick up the gang exiting a flight here in D.C. and then making their way to a warehouse on the other side of the city.” 

“And is there any update on anything being found?” 

“They’re pulling a team together as we speak with the hopes of raiding it in the morning.” 

Hartwig looks bereft in his little square box on your screen, “Is there no way you can push for any earlier?” 

“I already did, they were going to wait until tomorrow afternoon, but Agent Pike is putting in some calls as we speak to get things moving more quickly,” You look up from your screen and you can see the aforementioned Agent Pike stood with Lizzie, who has two mugs of coffee in her hand, they look deep in conversation, when his eyes flit to yours you immediately look back down at your screen, “I’ll be heading out with the team tomorrow, hopefully as early as possible so I’ll call you as soon as I’ve got any news.” 

As soon as the pleasantries are over you slam the laptop shut and bury your face in your hands. God, you just wanted to be at home, on your sofa, with your dog and a cup of tea and all of this nonsense behind you. There’s a soft tap on the glass and you expect to see Lizzie, but it’s Marcus, two mugs of coffee in hand. 

“Lizzie asked me to bring you this,” He sets the mug down next to you, “She had some calls to make so she’ll meet you downstairs when you’re ready to head back.” 

You smile up at him, gripping the mug. You don’t look before you take a drink and yep, the creamer is far too much that it has you pulling a face, but you take another big drink, hoping the caffeine makes today a bit more bearable, “I needed that, thank you.” 

He’s perched himself on the table next to you, a safe distance away that it doesn’t seem inappropriate but close enough that if you wanted to, and you really did, you could put your hand on his thigh. Not this again, you chide your brain. It’s actually him that closes the gap though, reaching one of his hands to rest on yours which is on the table. 

“We’ll get to the bottom of this, I promise.” He says softly, clearly able to understand that this might just put you into an early grave with the stress you constantly feel through your body. 

You unconsciously turn your palm up on the table before you know what you’re doing and suddenly, you’re actually holding his hand. He doesn’t seem to mind, just squeezes your hand with his before letting it go. 

“Now, I know that a good bowl of pasta and a glass of wine will help,” He’s smiling, “I’ll pick you up at seven?” 

You nod with a smile that matches his own, “See you at seven, Agent Pike.” 

The rest of your day goes by in a blur. You spend most of it back at the hotel, replying to the myriad of emails you have to get through, all of which seem to be some kind of version of ‘I understand the magnitude of the situation, but myself and the team here in D.C. are doing our best.’. You take a nap in the early afternoon, supposing it’s one of the perks of everyone back home having logged off and gone home, and then soaked in a bubble bath, which did nothing to relieve the stress and tension from your shoulder blades. 

It's not until six that you realise you have absolutely nothing to wear to dinner this evening. Your suitcase either consisted of the suits you wore during the day to give you the confidence to tell off jumped up FBI agents how to do their job, or the comfy clothes you’d favoured when working in the field. Nothing you pulled out screamed ‘dinner at a nice Italian restaurant with the handsome man who should really remain a professional colleague but that you definitely wouldn’t mind kissing.’ 

You shake your head again at the intrusive thought. When was your brain going to catch up with the fact that even if you did kiss him, you were only here for a few weeks at best. You had to remind yourself of the last time you went too quickly with someone. It never ended well. 

Settling on your most casual pair of trousers and a knitted jumper, you sighed. This would have to do. You stuff the company card and your phone into your pocket and head down to the lobby. You’re thirty minutes early but there’s still an incessant vibrating coming from your pocket, indicating you’re still receiving a tirade of emails that will need to be dealt with. When you exit the elevator, you’re not expecting to find Marcus already sat waiting for you, typing on his phone in a way that makes you think he’s probably got the same amount of stress on his shoulders that you do. 

“You’re early,” Your voice makes him jump and you stifle a giggle at the way his phone nearly slips from his hand, “Tell me you’ve not been here for too long?” 

He looks at his watch, “Maybe a half hour?” 

“You turned up an hour early for dinner?” 

“You turned up half an hour early for dinner,” He counters, “I was just catching up with emails.” 

You take your phone out of your back pocket and flash the screen at him, Outlook notifications stacking up by the minute, “Looks like we’re both in the same boat then.” 

He moves closer to you, showing you his phone as he switches it off, “Go on, do the same.” He urges. 

“Marcus, I can’t…” You trail off. 

“Of course you can,” He shrugs, “Unless you were planning to ignore me for the entirety of dinner?” 

He has a point, even you would never dream of spending your evening ignoring this man in favour of your emails. You curse the smile appearing on your face but follow his lead, showing him the screen as you turn your own phone off and put it back into your pocket. 

“Good girl,” He praises, you think it must have been an unconscious choice of words because you’re both blushing as soon as it’s left his mouth, but you don’t complain, “Now come on,” He grabs hold of your hand and starts dragging you outside, “It’s time for the best tiramisu outside of Italy.” 

Marcus manages to hail a cab outside with ease and only let’s go of your hand when he leaves your side to circle the car and take the other seat, but not before opening the door for you to climb in. He makes polite conversation with the driver as he zips through the streets to drop you off at the restaurant. You smile as you look out of the window, he’s ticking one of the green flags you’ve always looked for in men back home, being polite to anyone doing you a service. God, this was bad news. 

The restaurant is a small, hole-in-the-wall, type establishment which has you excited. In your experience these were always some of the best places back home. Much like the waitress from the previous night, the waiter here greets Marcus with a firm handshake and a ‘welcome back’, you wonder if this man ever cooks his own food.

You’re sat at a table for two in the back corner, candlelight splaying across the table. There’s soft music playing in the background and starched napkins. Far too nice for a dinner with a colleague you think to yourself, but let it lie for now. He orders a bottle of white wine and when it arrives you must admit that this man knows his wine. 

“Fuck, I needed this,” You whine, taking a second sip, much bigger than the first, “Thank you, by the way, for getting everything moved up for us.” 

“It’s the least I can do,” He shrugs, something which you realise is one of his quirks that you enjoy, “I know how much stress you’re getting, so anything I can do to make things easier, I’ll do.” 

The waiter comes back to take your order. Marcus insists on sharing bruschetta to start with, you opt for a carbonara because it’s the only tried and true way you know to test an Italian restaurant’s caliber, Marcus goes for a risotto which you’ve already decided you’ll be stealing a forkful of. 

“So, considering this is two for two where the waiters have greeted you by name, do you know how to cook?” You tease over your glass of wine. 

He chuckles, “I do, but when I’m on my own it makes more sense to come out to eat, or order in.” 

“So, there’s no Mrs Marcus Pike then?” You watch closely as his face drops a little and you realise that you’ve probably fucked up, “I’m sorry, that was too personal, don’t feel like you have to answer that.” 

He takes a sip of his own wine and leans back in his chair, his way of creating space between the two of you, “There was, once, but we were young and stupid so it didn’t work out,” He takes a deep inhale now, “And then a failed engagement, she was actually meant to move here with me but decided there was someone else who was better for her.” 

You want to reach across the table and squeeze his hand, whilst his voice doesn’t give away his obvious disappointment in his failed relationships, his face certainly does. Gone is the usual smile, replaced with a frown and a furrowed brow. 

“I’m sorry Marcus,” You lean yourself back on your own chair, “I didn’t mean to pry.” 

He looks up at you and his features finally soften a little, “It’s fine, Jones,” He insists, “It’s part of who I am, the fact that I fall in love without really thinking about it, nothing to be ashamed of, just something to be careful of.” 

“Who told you that was my nickname?” You ask, trying to steer the conversation away from the misery it was sitting in currently. 

“Lizzie,” He takes a break to answer when the waiter puts down your appetizer, “That’s what she called you earlier when we were talking, you want me to call you something else, because I can if it makes you uncomfortable?” 

You shake your head, “No, it’s fine,” You reassure, “Didn’t know if that was another of your federal agent things, knowing my deepest secrets.” 

“If I knew that then I’d be able to answer why you’re here instead of out in the field,” He’s taking a bite of his food and then speaking before he’s finished, something that would normally drive you wild but is endearing here, “Makes sense though, Indiana Jones, world famous archaeologist.” 

“He’s actually a terrible archaeologist,” You speak once you’ve taken a bite of your food, “World famous, yes, but I’ve never seen that man write an archaeological report.”

Marcus actually throws his head back in laughter, which has you giggling too, when had things ever been this effortless with anyone? You think back to all the forced first dates back in London, where one finance man after another had bored you to death. It had never felt like this. 

“Point taken,” He says when he’s recovered, “So, what about you, no man missing you back in London?” 

“There is only one man in my life right now and that’s Geralt.” 

“I’m guessing Geralt isn’t your boyfriend?” 

“No,” You laugh, popping the last bite of your bruschetta into your mouth, “He’s my dog, I’d show you a picture, but you made me turn my phone off.” 

“Remind me to ask you tomorrow then,” He smiles over his glass of wine, “But no actual man, good to know.” 

“I guess jetting all over the world to find pieces of history wasn’t really conducive to anything long term,” You mirror his own shrug from earlier, “And the men in London are just shocking, so I’ve found it easier to be on my own.” 

“Never had the urge to settle down?” He asks as the waiter places your pasta in front of you. 

“Of course, especially when all of my friends are doing the same,” You swirl the spaghetti around your fork, “You and I have the same issue of falling too easily, tends to scare a lot of people off right?” 

You don’t miss how Marcus’ eyes are trained on you as you purse your lips perfectly in order to suck the end of the spaghetti through your lips, or how his eyes flit to your bottom lip when your tongue peeks out to lick the last of the sauce from it. There’s a sudden realization that you might actually have this man wrapped around your finger if you wanted it. 

“Hello?” You move your head down into his line of sight, “Earth to Marcus.” 

You watch as he does something like you do when you find your mind drifting, shaking his head and apologizing, “What did you say again?” 

“I said, falling too quickly is something we have in common and that it tends to scare people off.” 

“Right,” He scoops some of his food into his mouth finally, “That was my mistake last time, asking her to uproot her life to come and marry me after a few months.” 

“Her loss,” is all you respond with, “Lucky me though, I get to sit and have dinner with you by candlelight.” 

“Who say’s I wouldn’t have brought you here if I did have someone?” 

“Because this is totally a date,” You smirk, he raises an eyebrow, “Candle on the table, folded napkins, talking about our failed love lives, you brought me here on a date Marcus Pike.” 

“If the shoe fits,” He smiles, “You want this to be a date?” 

“Undecided.” You tease as the waiter clears your plates; Marcus asks him to bring you a slice of tiramisu to share before he leaves. 

There’s an air of tension as you sit and sip the last of your wine. The tone has definitely changed, and you don’t even really know why you’re doing it. You know nothing can really happen between the two of you. You know that in a few weeks you’re going to have to pack up your suitcase and go back to the mundane life of London. You know if you start something here, you’re probably going to fall in too deep and break your own heart, as well as his, when you leave. But when Marcus Pike is looking over the rim of his wine glass like he wants to devour you, you can’t really help yourself. 

The tiramisu is placed in the middle of the table but there’s only one spoon. He picks the spoon up and drags it through the corner of the dessert before putting it to his mouth. You watch as he drags the spoon back through his lips, stopping to run his tongue over the bit of cream he missed the first time. Then, he’s dragging the spoon back through it and leaning over the table slightly to bring it to your lips. 

You look at him through hooded lids, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out to catch the bottom of the spoon, before closing your lips around it as he pulls the spoon back out from your mouth. He clears his throat and shifts in his seat and this repeats until the whole dessert is finished. 

There’s a sense of haste when he asks for the bill and you throw down your company card to pay, much like you’d done the night before. Even when Marcus is gripping onto your wrist and dragging you outside, you wonder if your minds are thinking the same thing. For you, all you can think about when you’re back in a cab and going back to the hotel is that you want to kiss that delightfully plump bottom lip of his and run your fingers through his hair. 

He practically throws some dollar bills at the driver, mumbling to him to keep the change as he’s following you into the hotel, standing silently next to you whilst you press the button for the elevator. All you can think is that you wish he would make a move, touch you, whisper something in your ear, anything. When he steps inside the elevator with you, you’re finally thinking he might. 

“You’re getting in the elevator with me?” You ask, eyebrow raised as he steps in behind you. 

“Just making sure you get back safe.” 

“Marcus, my room is a two second walk from the lift.” 

“And I would be a terrible federal agent if I didn’t make sure you were safe for those two seconds.” 

The doors close behind you and you let out a silent prayer that you’re the only two in there. You rest your back on the wall as Marcus steps a little closer, “I’ve gotta give it to you, agent, that was the best date I’ve been on in a while.” 

He takes another step towards you, closing the gap so that his body is almost pressed to yours, “You just needed to fly across the pond to find the right man.” 

You tilt your head to the side a little, pushing yourself off the wall to close the final inches of air between the two of you. You can feel his arm wrap around the small of your back to steady you. You’re tilting your head up to meet his. You can see his glazed eyes staring down at you before they flutter shut, much like your own do in the next second. You can feel his breath fanning across your cheeks, his hand at your back pressing more firmly, bringing you even closer into his warmth. You’re almost certain that there is the faintest touch of his bottom lip to yours, but then there’s a ding of the elevator bell and the doors are opening. You hear Marcus groan in frustration, the moment entirely lost as he pulls his face from yours. 

“Guess I’ll have to wait to kiss you when you find my artefacts tomorrow,” You breathe, taking a step around him to exit the elevator, “Goodnight, Agent Pike.” You finish, just as the elevator doors start to close and he disappears. 

If only you could have heard the sigh of his reply as he leant his head against the wall of the elevator, “Goodnight, Jones.” 

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Will you tell me about an LU character you love and why you love them? Please please please ramble on and on! It's my favorite! I get so many fun ideas when people gush about their favorites.

I (think) I've said this before, but I am not the most analytical/observ person ever so most of what I say is probably kinda shallow :') BUT THIS IS MY RAMBLE SO OH WELL

Okay so recently, I've been on a Warriors kick. I just super love how like, everyone portrays him! Most see him as big brother shaped, which I super love. His background is just so vastly different than every other Link, which serves as a very cool contrast imo

The way @somer-writes makes Twi and Wars idiodic brothers is like, my favorite ever. I love love love LOVE how he writes Wars and Twi it's so insane the comedy that unfolds when they're just messing around xD

Warriors has this air, this *vibe* which I'm just super drawn too, I think it's just how my personality vs his works (you could theoretically draw *some* parallels with Sokka from ATLA, at least the way they each hold themselves I'd say. Also big bro stuff) (ALSO how both of them are portrayed as 'smart', which is a trait I typically relate too in characters)

When I like a character though, it's more based on the different types of relationships everyone writes them as though, I'd say. Wars and Time and Wind have this super intriguing bond that I think is cool to see how everyone interprets it! For the most part people write them as they're all aware of the War of Ages and whatnot, which lead to some nice fluff and/or angst. But when there's some time paradoxes, it makes it every so more tragic and it's really interesting to see how that can get written. I recall a fic (I FORGOT THE TITLE AND THE AUTHOR NOO) where Wars was teaching Wind medic stuff, but it was like a year before Wind meets Wars in the war. So Wars is all "sob this is why Wind is such a good medic? *Bc I taught him?*" THIS IS SO COOL AND INTERESTING

Also when there's War of Ages fics that have Time/Mask being a stupid child (/aff) they're just super hilarious. There's a series out there that has the Fierce Deity (sorry forgot the author again xD) act as Wars parent figure/older brother figure and it's just really funny to me bc ofc Wars would be a stupid overworking idiot. Loser smh

Four is also another one of the sillies that live in my brain, and I kinda wish there were more fics on how they interact. Though, if I'm being real idk how they really would cause they don't really have the same synergy as any other Links. I just like my favorites to interact, but I super understand how they wouldn't ^^

Small side bit on serious Wars (the biggest example is "Call Them Brothers" by wutheringmights which I'm almost 100% certain you've read that already cause it's soooo long and it's SO GOOD AHH) and ugh I wish I could pay attention more to get every complexity that this Wars has but the brain kinda hates me. I think it makes a lot of sense for Wars to have a grittier characterization, war does that to people. The entire fic is so visceral to me, I just vividly remember reading the flashback section about the long winter, and I don't even know how to really describe it xD

Wars has such a broad range of emotion, if one were to put him under and microscope and study him there would be SO MUCH.

HAVE I TALKED ABOUT THE AESTHETIC

HES THE FUCKING PRETTY BOY OF THE GROUP AND THAT'S SO VALUBLE TO ME FOR NO REAL REASON

Ik Wild is seen as the one with like, outfits and Legend has his jewlery, BUT WARS HAS HIS FUCKING SCARF. THERES SO MANY POSTS ABOUT WARS AND HIS EMOTIONAL SUPPORT SCARF AND I AM SO FUCKING FOR IT YOU HAVE NO IDEA

THE SHADE OF BLUE IS AWESOME, ITS SO COOL, ITS SO COOL HES SO COOL RAHHHH

*oops tehe I rambled like a lot* ty for this opportunity :D I'm super glad I decided to type this on my laptop and not my phone xD

#EvaBlue Rambles #like a lot #EvaBlue Answers #linked universe warriors #linked universe wars #linked universe #lu wars #lu warriors #I love rambling #this was super fun #tyyyy ily skip #you're a very cool person

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Coming Home pt. 4

Daryl, Rick, Shane & Negan x Reader

TW: Severe age-gap, cursing, horny thoughts, horny language, Rick x Reader smut, oral (f receiving), almost p in v, unprotected (whoops!), jealousy, teasing, things are picking up

pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3

The day of the dinner was here. You dressed up in a cute but fitting outfit, hoping you could make a certain someone's eyes draw to you. Your dad was really excited about introducing his community to you, and you couldn't help but also grow excited. Although Daryl's rejection still hurt, you decided that this would be the perfect chance to show him what he was missing and to just have a good time. You helped your dad prep the meal, and soon, guests began to arrive. The first was a sweet older woman named Carol and her daughter, Sophia. Carol was quick to help you and your dad in the kitchen, as Sophia wandered around, bored. The next ones that showed up were Maggie and Glenn, along with their kids. You immediately hit it off with the both of them, they were fun and lively, and very clearly in love with each other. As you were all in the kitchen helping out, with Sophia entertaining the kids in the background, the doorbell rang again and you said you would go answer it.

You opened the door and your eyes widened, an attractive man dressed in a sheriff's uniform was at the door. He looked exhausted, but clearly still put in an effort to clean up, his hair slicked back and his face shaven. He barely glanced at you, his tired eyes looking dazed and out of focus.

"Sorry to bother miss, I'm here for the party," his voice was deep and heavy and so so delectable.

"Are you Rick?" you asked, noticing how his eyes briefly flickering to you before looking again towards the house.

"Yes ma'am. And who might you be?" He asked, tired eyes staring straight forward, clearly not paying attention. You didn't like that.

"I'm [Y/N]," you motion into the house, "Please come in."

"Thank you," he mumbled, stress from recent events clearly weighing on him as he stepped into the hallway.

Although he moved to enter the house, you didn't move, causing him to have to brush past your body, the heat from him sending a jolt through you. He paused, looking down at you, and you gave a coy smile before finally taking a small step back. He didn't move, clearly wondering what your intent was and finally looking at you properly. His eyes slowly moved down your body as he took you in.

"What did you say your name was again, darlin?" He asked, his Adam's apple moving up and down while he admired you.

"My name is [Y/N]," you smiled as he repeated your name in a whisper.

"I don' think I've met you before, but your name sounds familiar. Where 're you from, sweetheart?" He asked, taking a step towards you as his frame towered over you.

The spell you cast on him was broken as your dad rounded the corner, "Rick! I was wonderin' when your sorry ass would show up! Come on in man, I got some beers in the fridge! Oh! I see you've met my daughter!"

You cursed internally seeing Rick immediately back away as he looked from your dad to you and back again, "Daughter? Yours?"

Your dad roared with laughter, "Don't wound a man by sounding so surprised! I'm not that ugly that no one can think she came from me, right?"

Rick gave a nervous chuckle, eyes flickering back to you as the shame of his attraction to you caused him to slightly flush. He quickly abandoned your side, greeting your dad as you closed the door and watched them from the corner of your eye. You knew you shouldn't hit on him, especially because he was probably an emotional wreck at the moment but, damn, he was fine to look at. As soon as your dad was called over by Glenn to help out with something, you made your move.

You walked up to Rick, putting a hand on his arm and leaning up to whisper in his arm, "Would you like me to take your jacket, sheriff?"

Rick jumped, swiveling his head to look at you. His eyes flicked down to your cleavage, before jumping back up to you.

"That'd be, uh, very sweet of you, darlin," he stammered, shrugging the heavy uniform jacket off of him as you watched his muscles under his clothing shift.

"Let me take that for you, sir," you saw him visibly tense at your words, before slowly handing you the jacket.

He watched you as you slowly hung it up on the wall.

"I hope he didn't scare you off," you say nonchalantly.

"'Scuse me?" He questioned, his brows furrowed as you turned back towards him.

"Nothin'," you smile, "Shall we?"

Throughout the rest of the prep time, you could feel Rick's eyes follow you everywhere. Although he didn't speak another word to you, his heavy gaze on your form made you want to tease him so badly. It was a fun game to try and catch his gaze, giving him a small, teasing smile as he would pretend that he wasn't just looking at you like you were a 5 course meal and he hadn't eaten in days. Other guests arrived, but you were too preoccupied playing this little game to give them much mind. It started with the gaze, but as more people began mingling, it became easier to tease him with physical touches. Nothing too forward, just the occasional brush against the arm or chest, with a small fake apology and smile.

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Rick felt like he was dying. The most beautiful girl he ever laid his eyes on clearly wanting him and acting like such a little vixen. At first, Rick tried to ignore it, you were his best friend's fucking daughter for crying out loud. He was old enough to be your dad but, goddamnit, you made it so hard and he was so tired. Everything in his life went to shit after Lori divorced him and heaven finally gave him a break by sending him his own fucking blessing and what? He's supposed to ignore it? Those teasing little touches you sent his way, with the little smile that showed you knew exactly what you were doing. How the hell could he resist a temptation like that? His hands kept twitching by his side every time you brushed past him, desperate to grab onto your hips and rut against that plump ass of yours.

With all the stress of the divorce, court hearings and work, it was easy to break his resolve. Friendship damned, if he couldn't sink his cock into that sweet little cunt of yours, he felt like he'd die then and there. The next time you brushed past him, his hands shot out, grabbing onto your hips and pulling your back harshly against him.

You gasped as you felt his lips by your ear, "The hell you think you doin, darlin? Teasin a man like tha's not gonna end up well for you."

You leaned your head back against his shoulder, looking up at him with a smile, "Is it a tease if I intend to fulfill?"

Rick groaned at your words, fingers digging into the flush of your hips. The doorbell rang again and you took this moment to move away from him.

You shot him a smile over your shoulder, "Oops. Gotta get the door."

Rick practically felt himself grow feral, taking a step towards you before realizing he had to readjust his pants before the whole party knew what he was feeling. Damn little vixen.

You flung the door open, ready to greet whoever the hell it was and then make your way back to Rick.

"Hi- oh," your lust felt like it was doused in cold water seeing Daryl at the door.

He shifted from foot to foot, "Hi."

Neither of you said anything after that and the tension in the air was thick. You were so preoccupied you didn't see the man next to Daryl.

"Ahem," a deep voice cleared his throat and you jumped.

Your head whipped to the side and spotted the extremely attractive man standing next to Daryl. Like Rick, he was dressed in an officer's uniform but was missing the tell-tale sheriff's items.

"I was wondering when the pretty lady would notice me. Name's Shane, sweetheart," the man stuck his hand out for you to shake.

"Er, nice to meet you. My name's [Y/N]," you hesitantly shook his hand.

"[Y/N]? As in the famous [Y/N]? Your dad's been going on non-stop about you coming in for college but if I had known you would be so pretty, I would've been coming by to meet you much sooner," Shane shamelessly flirted with you.

You felt your face flush at his words. The past 2 men who caught your eye you had to go after, but this one was already ready and willing- not even caring that he's friends with your dad! It was a nice change of pace, if you were totally honest with yourself.

Daryl felt himself get a little annoyed at Shane's shameless flirting. There was no way in hell that he would have to turn down your advancements because of his loyalty to your father only for this nobody to come by and make a move.

"Okay! Well now tha' ya'll got acquainted with each 'otha, le's move this inside," he motioned for Shane to go in first.

Shane smirked and nodded, moving past you into the house and Daryl following behind, pausing in front of you.

"Lisen, [Y/N]... I didn' wanna hurt ya-" he began.

"Daryl, it's fine. Let's just pretend it never happened,“ you said, wanting to go back to the others already.

He nodded and wordlessly followed you inside.

Now that everyone was here, it was time to actually sit down and eat. You sat next to your dad and notice Rick almost run to sit next to you. He looked pissed and that was when you realized that you promised to come back to him but never did. Everyone sat down with Shane across from you and Daryl across from your dad. The conversation with everyone was lovely, with your dad giving you an embarrassing but heartfelt toast to your return.

"Excuse me, gorgeous, but do you mind passin' the cornbread?" Shane asked, even though the plate was not that far away from him.

"Can't ya ge' it yerself?" Daryl grumbled under his breath, but Shane caught it.

"I want to get something sweet from someone sweet is all," he grinned, unabashedly flirting with you.

Both Rick and Daryl's heads whip to look at your dad, but the man didn't even flinch, just happily chatting with Abraham about a college football game score.

You reached out to grab the cornbread, and leant over to give it to Shane. He gives a toothy smile and gives a thank you. He serves himself as you sit back down.

"Gorgeous, do ya mind gettin' me the green beans right in fron' of ya?" he asks for another plate pretty close to him.

"Uh, sure," you say, leaning over again,

This repeats for a few more times before Daryl demands to know why Shane can't get his own damn food.

"Well I get a mighty fine view," Shane grins, his eyes dropping down to your chest.

You flush, realizing that every time you leant over to grab the food and hand it to him, he got a perfect view of your breasts.

At his words, Rick grabs your thigh, pushes you back down into the seat and growls out, "Grab yer own damn food from now on."

Shane just smiles like a little shit and wordlessly eats while looking at you. You thought Rick would move his hand away after pulling you down, but you could still feel his bruising grip on your thigh. You try to move your leg away, but he yanks it towards him, moving his hand higher up, barely grazing your clothed pussy. Your eyes widen as you look at him, but all you see is his clenched jaw as he glares at Shane. Rick lets out a shaky breath and slowly releases you. He decided it would be a good idea to take a step away before he does something he regrets.

"Does anyone need some more beer? I can grab it from the kitchen," he called out, and almost everyone at the table shot their hands up.

Seeing this, your dad offers you up, "[Y/N], why don'cha help Rick out with that?"

Rick had to hold in a groan at your dad's words. Of fucking course no matter what, he won't be able to get away from you.

"I could help 'im out instead," Daryl offered but your dad declines, "Naw naw! I won' be havin' my guests doin' all the work! C'mon [Y/N]!"

Rick's dark gaze devoured you as you slowly nodded, "Yeah. Sure. No problem."

You make your way towards him and you both walk to the kitchen in silence. The kitchen is a closed off room, and you could feel your body heat up as Rick lets you in before him. You walk to the fridge and bend down to grab a pack of beers, but pause as you feel Rick's heat behind you. You slowly straighten up and can feel his chest against your back. His nose and lips graze the curve of your neck as he lets out a sigh.

"'M sorry, darlin," he groans before his hands shoot out and grab you, pulling you close.

You gasp as he tangles his fingers into your hair and pulls you in for a hungry kiss. The kiss is full of desperation and pent up frustration, Rick feeling the need to devour you before anyone else gets to even try. Rick groans at the feeling of you flush against him, the stress of life melting away as he tastes more and more of you. Your tongues battle against each other as he lifts you up and sets you on the countertop, coming in between your legs. He becomes more frantic with his movements, it's almost as if he believes if he lets you go for even a second, you would disappear. His hands roam, knead, and paw at you as he places harsh kisses against your face and neck. The added height of the countertop allows him to sink his head into the crook of your neck without needing to bend too much. You pant and let out soft little moans as he grinds against your clothed pussy, you quickly becoming drenched.

As he begins to suck on your neck, you push his head away, "Ngh, no marks..."

He groans, pulling down your shirt from the front and letting your breasts spill out. He begins to suck on them harshly, being able to leave marks that are easy to cover up. You moan out, trying to keep your voice down as you grind back against him, your hands pulling him in as close as you can.

Rick fumbles with the buttons of your pants, pulling them down and feeling your soaked slit through your panties. He groans, putting slight pressure on your pussy as he moves his finger up and down, trying to commit the feeling of your pretty pussy to memory. You pant heavily into his shoulder, whimpering.

"Fuck darlin', I need ta taste ya. Need ya so damn badly," he kneels down, licking you through your underwear and sucking your juices through them.

With the way he is lapping at you like a man starved, desperate for your touch, sends you on a power trip. You grind against his face, telling him to take them off of you so you can feel him. He growls at your demand, pulling away.

You whine at the loss of feeling and he lets out a scoff, "You've been teasin' me this whole damn time and ya think I'm gonna do what ya want?"

He grabs your legs and pulls you almost completely off the countertop, being held up by his arms. He balances you with one as his other hand pushes your panties to the side so he can fuck his tongue into you. You bite into your hand to keep yourself from moaning out as Rick begins to french kiss your pussy. You haven't been fucked since you arrived home, so you were quickly approaching an orgasm at his ministrations. It took one last harsh suck on your clit before you were pushed over the edge, waves of pleasure crashing over you. Rick continued to lap at you, riding you through your orgasm. He eventually pulled away when you began to squirm, leaning up and firmly kissing you, making you taste your own cum.

Between kisses, he apologized, "'m so sorry, darlin. 'm so sorry, but I gotta be in ya. Need to feel your pretty pussy all wet and wrapped around me. Yer my good girl, my little piece o' heaven. You can do this f'me, yeah baby? Just need to be in ya."

He pulls his swollen cock out, the tip red and angry. He rubs the head up and down your slit, tapping against your clit and making you whine. He collected your wetness on it and began to push in.

"Well, well, well. Look at wha' we have 'ere," Shane's voice drawled, the man leaning against the doorframe.

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Rowan Laslow - Hurt

Background- Rowan and Y/n have been best friends forever and they both have feelings for one another but are oblivious to it. Recently he's been going to Nightshade meetings more often, leaving y/n alone to fill her own time.

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Third person Pov-

Y/n and Rowan sat in his dorm, finishing up their project for botany. Rowan hated botany. He had no special interest in plants or flowers or nature of any sort. But he knew y/n did. He looked up at her, observing her squinting her eyes in focus at the drawing she had been working on.

The two had practically grown up together. Before Rowan's mother died, she was best friends with Y/n's aunt, who y/n lived with. After his mother died he began spending a lot more time at the L/n household. His father wasn't too interested in what Rowan did, and kind of detested him because of how much he resembled his mom.

Nevertheless, Y/n and her aunt took Rowan in. He even had his own room at their house.

At about age 13, he began to realize he was deeply in love with her. Since he practically lived with her he got to see all sides of her. This included seeing her sob after her first heartbreak, laugh until she couldn't breathe, and get so mad to the point where she was quite literally red in the face.

He adored every side. He adored everything about her.

He snapped back into reality, hearing her call his name in that voice that drove him nuts.

"Rowan?" she asked, trying to get his attention.

He mentally screamed at the sound of her saying his name.

"Sorry what?"

"I asked what you think about the drawing."

"Oh. Sorry."

He turned his head to observe the picture. They were assigned a tiger lily. His mouth opened a little bit. The drawing was perfect.

"Wow. That's really good. You're gonna give Xavier a run for his money."

Y/n blushed at the compliment. She had been doing her best at trying to make the drawing look as good as possible. She didn't want rowan to think she was incapable.

Just recently she had caught feelings for the Laslow boy. She never really paid him much mind before until earlier in the year. She saw him get hurt during fencing and went with him to the nurse's office. Seeing him there with his hair perfectly parted to the side, glasses sitting perfectly on his nose, and sleeves rolled up a little made her want to die. She thought back to that moment at least twice a day.

She tried forgetting about the skip in her heart when she saw him at that moment, but couldn't push it out of her head. About two weeks ago, she realized she was madly in love with him and gave in to her feelings.

"Thanks, Row. Now I just have to color it in." She looked up at him, sucking in a breath realizing how close they were.

"I could do that part. I mean you pretty much just did the whole thing." he chuckled.

"Uhh. Okay yeah, go ahead."

"Great. I'll finish it before it's due next Monday."

Rowan suddenly realized how close he was to the girl. He didn't want to be weird, so he scooted back as subtly as possible when he put the drawing in his bag.

Y/n frowned at the movement. She had thought that just maybe he was that close on purpose. Guess he was too close for comfort.

Rowan had taken off his jacket and was just in his button-up and vest. Y/n watched his back muscles contract as he leaned down to put his stuff away. Fencing sure did pay off.

He sat up and caught the girl zoned out, staring at his back.

"...You okay?"

"Wha- uh yeah. I'm great. Fantastic actually", Y/n said, hoping it wasn't too noticeable that she was staring at him.

He nodded and picked his bag up, slinging it over his shoulder. Y/n knew what was coming. The two had this unspoken thing with each other where they gave a hug whenever the other left. Recently she had been dreading this. Every touch they shared sent an electric pulse through her body.

She sighed, looking up at him with a sad face.

"Do you have to go?"

Rowan looked down to hide the crimson blush that he could feel spread across his face. They used to hang out all the time, but ever since Rowan joined the Nightshades he had been spending less and less time with the girl. In his defense, he was working on building up the courage to ask the others if she could join. Until then, he had to keep it a secret from you. He didn't know why he was so nervous. They all loved you anyway.

"Yeahhh. Xavier needed me to tutor him for algebra."

"Ah. Okay. Well..bye."

She stood up and mentally prepared herself for what was to come.

When did he get so tall?

He pulled her in, wrapping his arms around her neck. She wrapped hers around his waist, face right in his chest. They stood there for a moment just holding each other.

They both inhaled. As y/n took in the smell of Rowan's light cologne mixed with fresh cold air, he took in the smell of her green apple shampoo and conditioner. Her hair products frequently changed, so he was always excited to see what she chose this time.

Even though they both grew extremely nervous about this hug every time it came, it was addicting. Neither of them could get enough. It was like an excuse just to touch each other based on a tradition from when they were kids. They both mentally cursed and thanked their past kid selves for it. It had grown to mean so much more.

"Sure you don't wanna stay? I'm gonna sneak out and go into Jericho for some coffee and snacks.."

Rowan tried to think of an excuse. He felt bad for ditching their usual hang-out together (again..), but this was the meeting he would ask if she could join. They would finally be able to join each other again.

"I can't. His test is coming up soon. No time to waste."

"Right. Okay. Bye Rowan."

"Bye Y/n"

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Rowan closed the door behind him and immediately felt sick. He knew Y/n was upset with him, but it would all be worth it after tonight.

But he just kept thinking.

Maybe if you got the courage to ask sooner you wouldn't have to feel this way, and she wouldn't be upset.

No. What's done is done. No point in feeling bad about it now. It wasn't like waiting an extra day was gonna kill her.

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Y/n pulled her jacket on and grabbed her wallet in a huff. She knew Rowan wasn't tutoring Xavier for algebra tonight. Xavier was in geometry with her, and their test was yesterday.

Knowing he lied to her angered Y/n. Why would he be ditching her like this? What if there was a girl?

She shook her head trying to shake off the thought of Rowan being in love with someone else. Whatever. Maybe a latte and some chips would get her mind off of this.

She snuck out of the school doors, shivering once she felt the breeze hit her. She knew she should have grabbed Rowan's hoodie he had given her instead but was too stubborn to wear something of his right now when he had pissed her off so badly.

She began heading through the woods, observing her surroundings. She had always felt one with nature. It was peaceful to her.

As her journey continued, she didn't make it too far in before she heard a low growl.

"Enid?" she asked wearily.

Enid was always messing around with her like this. Even though she hadn't wolfed out yet, she had still always had a knack for growling and scaring the girl.

She heard it again.

"Enid come on this isn't funny. Come out!" she demanded.

Out of the corner of her eye, she watched as a strange creature crawled out of the darkness.

Y/n immediately started sprinting back toward the school. She had almost reached the front lawn when she felt her legs give out from under her. She was pulled back by her leg and flipped over until she felt the violent stabbing pain of the creature clawing open the skin on her chest and legs. She screamed as loud as she could, hoping someone would find her and come help. Her adrenaline got the best of her, as she was frozen in shock and fear. She suddenly snapped back to reality when the monster had finished with her.

She felt the burning of the wounds and the wetness of the blood seeping through her clothes in the cold night air. She couldn't scream anymore, and the blood rushing out of her drained her energy. She reached down and slowly pulled out her phone, pressing Rowan's contact to call him. Even though she had been mad, she needed him right now, and he was the closest thing to family around here.

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Rowan looked down at his phone repeatedly buzzing in her pocket. His face lit up with joy seeing Y/n's contact. He had already asked and received the blessing for her to join the club he was buzzing with excitement. When he asked everyone look at him like he was stupid.

"Dude, why didn't you just ask before? We love having her around. I'm surprised she isn't already one of us." Xavier said.

He got a bunch of different "yeah" and "Duh of course" from the entire group. Easy enough then. He had just sat down and started drinking a mocktail Yoko had made. He was just about to text and ask if he could come to her dorm because he had good news when he got her call.

Rowan picked up the phone and held it to his ear.

"Hey, I was just about t-"

He stopped. He heard sobbing from the girl and immediately stood up, already on edge.

"Y/n what's wrong? Is everything alright?"

"I...need help. Now. Monster...attacked..me... "

"Ooooh My god. Okay. OKAY. IM COMING. Send me your location I'm on my way."

"O...K...." Y/n sobbed.

Rowan hung up and took his robe off. It was time to go. NOW. He didn't even bother explaining to the others. He rushed out and ran towards the location you had sent him.

He made his way toward the edge of the campus lawn, finding you passed out on the grass. Not considering the circumstances, you looked peaceful. Your long eyelashes over top your cheeks and the moonlight above you shone across your face.

But Rowan didn't have time to think about that. He had to act fast.

"Fuck fuck fuck" he quickly used his telekinetic powers to lift you into the air and had you floating behind him as he broke out into a jog to the nurse.

He got to the nurse and quickly explained what happened. The nurse told him to go get her clothes as she tore off the bloodied ones and cleaned the poor girl up.

Rowan rushed down to your dorm and flipped the light on. Yoko was your roommate, and she was still at the meeting so he didn't have to worry about disturbing anyone. He went through the items in your closet, knowing you would want something to be comfortable in. He grabbed a tank top and shorts, knowing you also might not want anything touching your stitched-up wounds.

He grabbed some of your things along the way, knowing you would be spending at least a couple of days in the infirmary. On the way out he spotted his hoodie laying across a chair. He grabbed that too.

Turning the light off and shutting the door, Rowan rushed back, waiting to see what your state was.

He entered the door and handed the nurse your stack of clothes through the curtain. He didn't want to look in and invade your privacy. He tried talking to the nurse through the curtains. He was very impatient.

"How is she? Is she going to be okay? What's going on?" he asked frantically.

"Well she lost a lot of blood, and she's going to need MANY stitches. As of right now, I'm not sure when or if she'll wake up. But ill let you know..." she responded.

He sucked in a breath and held it for a second. This was all his fault. If he asked sooner or left the meeting earlier, or just stayed with you, this would have never happened. He let a single tear roll down his cheek but quickly wiped it away.

For the next couple of hours, all he did was wait. The nurse finally came out.

"She'll make it. But she'll be out for a while. As I said, Miss L/n lost a lot of blood. She's numbed up for now but she'll be in pain for the next few days. If you want you can go check on her. She's cleaned up."

He let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank you so much. Do you mind if I stay with her until she wakes up?"

The nurse smiled at his request. The simple act reminded her that young love still existed. It was a breath of fresh air compared to the cuts and bruises from fights she was constantly healing.

"Go right ahead"

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Y/n woke up dizzy, but stable. She felt sharp pains and something burning all over her. She lifted the hem of her shirt, seeing bloodied stitches all across her abdomen. She pulled down the waistband of her shorts and saw the same thing on her thighs. Same thing on her arms.

At least I'm alive

She looked over to see Rowan sleeping in a chair next to her bedside. A nurse walked over and checked up on her while y/n stared. The nurse glanced up and looked over to see her looking at him so intently.

"Your boyfriend there stayed with you for the past 2 days. He barely leaves your side. Reminds me of how close my husband and I are."

Y/n didn't want to ruin the moment and tell her it wasn't her boyfriend so she just replied "Yeah we're really close."

The nurse walked away. Since she was awake now and Rowan was asleep, it was her turn to watch over him. She looked over all of him, from the freckles on his face to his cupid's bow. She loved every.single.part.

She was still laying down observing his face when he began to stir. His eyes fluttered open and he lifted off his glasses a little bit to rub his eyes before he fully opened them.

"Hey, you're awake! How do you feel?" he asked.

"Fine. Sore. Thank you for saving me."

"It's the least I could do. You're here because of me in the first place."

"Are you kidding? I understand you had things to do. I was going whether you were there or not. This isn't your fault."

"Listen there's something I need to tell you..."

Y/n raised her eyebrow and slightly nodded, telling him to keep going.

"I'm a part of a secret society here called the Nightshades. Recently we've been having more meetings which is why I've had to ditch our usual time together so much. Last night was especially important because...I asked them if you could join. They said yes. So now we can do our usual hangouts again...I mean. Only if you want."

Her eyes widened at the statement.

"Really? Wow. Yeah, I'd love to join. And to think I thought.." she said the last part a little quieter, realizing she ratted herself out.

"You thought what?"

"Well, I knew you weren't tutoring Xavier. He's in my class. I thought. Well, I thought you were ditching me for a girl."

Rowan laughed at the statement, making y/n slightly glare for laughing at her.

"ME?"

He continued laughing but then saw the serious look on her face. He knew it was time. This may ruin their friendship, but holding on to this anymore would make him explode.

"Y/n, the only girl I want in my life is you. I've been in love with you since we were kids. When I saw you laying there, lifeless on the ground, all I could think about was how I never got to tell you how much you meant to me."

Her eyes went as big as saucers. She never thought he would ever say anything to her like that. She sat forward and stared down at her hands, trying to figure out how to tell him she reciprocated feelings.

Rowan sat in silence, worrying he made her uncomfortable. He stood up from his chair.

"Listen I'm gonna go I don't want you to thin-"

Y/n quickly turned to him, gripping his wrist with one hand to pull him down, the other hand on the back of his neck to pull him in.

As their lips connected they both melted into the kiss. Y/n felt him smile a little, but quickly force it down so he could go back to kissing her. He lifted his hand to her face and rubbed his thumb back and forth across her cheek.

Y/n sat up a little bit to deepen the kiss, trying to push away the immense pain she was feeling on her stomach, but eventually gave in. She sharply inhaled and leaned back to the spot she was in before, breaking contact between the two.

Rowan sat back down in his seat with a dopey smile spread across his face.

Y/n looked at him with what was only recognizable as unconditional love in her eyes.

"Rowan. I'm in love with you too. Every part of you. I've known you for so long, and I can't imagine what my life would be like without you here."

Rowan took her hand in his, drawing little circles on it as they both stared at each other with love in their eyes. He leaned over and kissed her forehead, then whispered to her...

"I swear. I will never let anything hurt you ever again, my love."

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AND THATS IT!! Thank you for reading and stay tuned for more updates!

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[firstdivisiongirl]

OH MY GAH HIIII !! I SAW THAT YOU DO MATCHUPS SO I WAS WONDERING IF I COULD A REQ FOR THAT BUT W TOKREV CHARACTERS ??? :DDDD i dont mind anyone tbh so dw abt choosing :33

ok i'll just drop some background info abt myself here :33

i'm aromantic + nonbinary, i am an entp 7w6 and i'm a pisces !! i like to draw, listen to music (either metal or just mainstream music i listen to whatever atp) and dance in my freetime !! :3

based on my personality ::

my friends tend to tell me that i'm the embodiment of the quote "dont judge a book by its' cover" cuz on the outside i act like a full on metalhead and really passive aggressive but at home i sleep next to a whole tower of plushies 💀🙏 and i collect stickers of silly little cats and otters (not my fault that they're so cute oml) i'm usually the clown of the group !! i tend to be hyperactive but my emotions change a lot- one second talking to me is like trying to get a toddler to pay attention to your teacher and the other is like trying not to get bitten by a rabid dog (my friend's words not mine). i tend to be a loud mouth srry . . . i do try to be quiet if necessary but if i get excited when talking i am a walking speaker . . . i get rlly excited if my favorite things are mentioned ?! like i would get rlly happy, smiley and would talk about it until i forget to breathe !! i like to consume horror media ?? idk if i can say that without sounding like an edgelord sobsob im sorry . . . i just love consuming those types of media (as a former kid w unsupervised access to the internet-) and i tend to ramble abt them along w other philosophical topics !! i like to discuss abt meaning of life, whether there are other universes, abt the capabilities of the human mind, etc. they're just so interesting!!! :] i guess im proud to say that my best trait is my humor 😋 maybe im overconfident abt this one cuz i just have pretty dumb sense of humor if im being honest frfr i tend to say things out of context . . . i like terrorizing my friends by saying the most outrageous things and overexaggerating them for the fun of it :333 though sometimes i kinda mean what i say

for my ideal partner ::

i'd say i would like someone who's fun to be around but at the same time they gotta be interesting for me to find them fun . . . like they gonna have smth to them that makes me wanna observe them like they're a lab rat being experimented on and being put under observation :33 ppl like that make me wanna see whats inside them and how they see the world around them !! i just love those kinds of ppl aaaaa ik im overdramatic for this one but like . . . i need someone who can handle me- as in my emotions and sometimes my way of loving . . . cuz if i did love someone, i would obsess over them and would dream of dying w them out of euphoria cuz being w my partner is the only thing that keeps me alive and human 😞 i wanna feel genuine happiness and pure bliss w my partner so thats why after that i think we should die together, that way we both know that finally we lived our life to the fullest (in my pov, 'the fullest' means you finally reach the climax of ur happiness/u live to the moment where you're the happiest you've ever been) (idk if that makes sense but that has always been my fantasy LAWD IM RAMBLING) need someone whos as crazy as i am :333 if he aint insane i dont want him fr i need to make him worse /j

i think thats all abt me :333 pls take ur time and make sure to put urself first btw !! aside from that, its ok if you ignore this one cuz at the end of the day its up to u <333 have a wonderful day/night mwah you're super cool

Hello! Of course you can have a matchup. Thank you for the kindness. I would like to warn you that I picked a somewhat controversial character. I hope you like it!

You Got...

Tetta Kisaki!!!

If boy can handle the chaos the is Shuji Hanma, he can handle you!

You wanted crazy...

Would love to see you smile when you get super excited about something! His favorite thing is to see the person he loves happy.

He is really really smart. So you would have very intellectual and philosophical discussions.

Would love that you aren't all you seem. Because he is the same way. You two can be badasses when out, but totally different when it is just the two of you (and Hanma sometimes when he is being Hanma and not leaving you all alone.)

Movie date nights. He'd let you pick it. If you're happy, he's happy.

#first division girl #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #tr matchups #tr matchup #tokyo rev matchup #tokyo rev matchups #character matchup #tokyo revengers matchups #tokyo revengers matchup

[persphonesorchid]

Orbiting Jupiter - KNJ || Teaser ||

Summary: Namjoon has never met someone like you in a long time. Jupiter to his Ganymede; he's stuck in your orbit.

Teaser Warnings: None (exact warnings will be on the official post, but there's none for the teaser )

Word Count: 771

Genre: Strangers to lovers, fluff, a bit of angst (it's not much, promise :))

Notes: Just something I'm working on, which honestly is ending up way longer than I thought I would lol. I'm not sure when it'll be ready to post, but do keep your eye out for it! Hope you like the sneak peak! If you'd like to be tagged, lemmie know!

Full fic has been posted!: Read HERE

His eyes trail over the other patrons, everyone absorbed in their own worlds and conversations. The table he eyes quickly gets taken while he collects his iced Americano and he sighs softly, despite the amount of people in, he doesn’t want to leave yet, and the only available spot to sit comes with another person. Namjoon weighs his options. He could go outside, find a little park to sit in and drink his coffee, or he could risk it here, where someone has yet to pay him any mind. It’s been so long since he’s been able to walk freely, he knows he’ll miss it when he goes back through the front door.  

So, with cautious steps, he walks over to the table with the only available seat.  

“Excuse me...” Namjoon softly calls, briefly contemplating on tapping your shoulder; you’re reading a book, and he knows well how easily one can get lost in those. You look up though, the tiny furrow between your brows gives way to your confusion, as well as the little humming sound you make. “Sorry...do you mind if I...”  

Namjoon motions to the chair across from you, and you look at it and then back to him for a few seconds before realization blooms in your eyes.  

“Oh! No, of course...just...go ahead.” Your smile is pretty, Namjoon notes, and he realizes, as he thanks you and sits, that you recognise him. You stare at him in a knowing kind of way, and before Namjoon can up and leave, you simply smile the way you had before, as though he was any other stranger wanting to share your table. He watches with bated breath, trying to stay calm just in case, and you just go back to reading your book.  

There’s no fanfare, no freaking out and drawing attention, or asking for a photo and too invasive questions. You don’t even look at him again. The sound of you flipping the pages of your book melds into the background noise of the space, and Namjoon finds it strange. He thanks his stars, though, he’s not about to look a gift horse in the mouth and risk losing his head.

“Can I... Is it okay if I ask for your number?” The words come tumbling out of his mouth before he can reel them in, and he’s standing there a little mortified. Namjoon always prides himself in being self-assured, but that same self-assurance leads him to putting his foot in his mouth sometimes and he says things without thinking first. It’s too late to pull the words back or act like he hadn’t asked because you’re blinking up at him, sitting a little straighter now in your seat. 

You glance around, brows furrowed, “Are...are you sure?”  

For the first time, it seems as though it just registered that you’re speaking to RM of BTS. 

There’s a nervousness about you now, as you glance to the side, and Namjoon finds this strange. He’s not trying to sound like an ass thinking that many others would jump at the offer – or be bold enough to demand it first – it’s simply the truth.  

He finds your consideration refreshing, though, and he waits patiently for you to make up your mind. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth and Namjoon backtracks, a hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck. 

“It’s okay if you don’t want to.” Namjoon says, putting up a hand. Despite who he is in the eyes of the public; he’s still a man. A man you’ve only spoken to for a half hour who’s now asking for your number, Namjoon would think very hard about it if he were in your shoes, too.  

“I don’t meet a lot of people like you, and I thought it would be nice if we spoke often, but if that’s not cool, that’s okay.”  

You shake your head, “No... it’s okay. I just...Are you sure? I don’t want to put you in any difficult spots, or myself for that matter...”  

You’re surprisingly calm, looking more wary than anything else, and Namjoon takes that as a good sign. “I’m sure, don’t worry.” He smiles and pulls his phone out of the pocket of his jeans; he unlocks it with a press of his thumb and hands it over to you.  

You fumble a little with the device, fingers tapping at the number pads quickly before handing it back to him. He shoots you a quick text, a simple ‘Hi :”)' before he was pocketing his phone again, waving and making his way out the café door. 

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[raisa-drawz]

Oh look, I'm making a comic too! Also, please could my character Primal make an appearance at some point in the next pages of Corruptedbond? She can simply be vibing or join the good side- I don't mind what happens to her.

(she's wearing purple military boots ^^)

Sorry i don't do request.

I do open commissions if you want me to draw your character in my style, but that doesn't mean I'll draw you in my comic if you pay me

i draw other artist characters in my comics because they're my close friends, and they're just in the background, a silly reference that will not effect the main story I've planned.

Don't even try to befriend me just to get your characters in my comic, I've had enough with that already.

#sorry if i sound agressive #don't do this to other artist okay? #its kinda rude tbh

[carrottyshark]

ooh oc post! i never saw you talk about your oc(s), not that i'm following you for a long time but anyway!! will you tell me about them 👀

RU! HELLO!!!

I didn't expect to get an ask about my OCs in this time, but I did talk? about them before from an ask, which is on the left.

Thing is, it's been a long while and I've sort of drifted off from them. Recently, I've been thinking about a pair of OCs more inclined and focused on the Milgram theme which is on the right! (So that I can match what my blog is mostly focused on as well. Although, I'm more focused on their backgrounds rather than their current Milgram state.) You inspired me to draw the mini reference sheet of them, so thank you! I'll add a short description of each of their lives below too, but it's not fully fleshed out yet since this is pretty recent XD

Fair warning, some of what I'll mention can be upsetting and will contain suicide, abuse, drugs, murder, and violence.

Small background, but this would mostly take place in the slums, and one would know what to assume in places like this. This got a bit long, sorry!

So before Milgram, Krow was a troubled teen. The core reason he landed in Milgram was due to his mentality of "ending things from the root" which shaped him this way thanks to his past. Having a shitty life at home led by parents who only want to meet their end, at one point he's figured the only way out was by force, and kills his parents, whom he deems to be the root, or the cause. Around this time, Milgram doesn't register this yet, and his life continues. (Man, I just realized how edgy this sounds, he would possibly be a year or so younger when this happened, anyway continuing.)

A year or so figuring out a way through life, although going more and more downhill, he finds his way to the slums. His life by himself wasn't as bad as he thought, but it wasn't too great either. He moves from place to place, some taking him for a few days, but at the end of the day the entire environment he was in could only do so much. He could only get as much pay as well, along with the side jobs he could get and handle. His knowledge and experience did increase, and he's thankful, as a person who's killed his parents, he'd always had lingering doubts. That his mentality might as well be who he really is, but he thought that might not be the case after all.

There in the slums, he meets Yui. They get along, and even with a rough life, she still tries to find places she thought he could at least stay in, give him as much food as she can, and managed to help him. It doesn't take long for Krow to learn about her rough life; in a place filled with drug abusers, Yui receives the terrible end from both of her parents, things unimaginable. He figures the way out was none other than back then, and he strikes for the kill. Running wouldn't get them anywhere with their deteriorating state, and they wouldn't be able to recover in time if they're continued to be pushed down.

Yui is a kind person to a fault, frustratingly so, and doesn't let this happen. She didn't want him to be a killer, and at the very start, she had always wanted to take her own life, but she just couldn't.

The catch? Krow had already killed someone. This was something he admitted, but regardless she never wanted him to harm anyone ever again. Out of all options, one day, Yui tries to stab herself to end it all. Krow intervenes of course, and what he thought that he'd long forgotten comes back again, his idea of simply "ending things from the root". He kills Yui himself, to which she didn't want. He tries to kill himself after, but he end up not doing it. Here she unravels the truth he's always avoided, that yet being so similar, they're also both vastly different. She would never hurt anyone, no matter what she's faced, the very thing he's done now. Worse, it was something she didn't actually want. Was it out of desperation that she didn't actually want to die? Was it because she didn't want him to be a killer? Was it something else? It was too late and he'll never figure it out.

She also made him realize things aren't entirely black and white, like his household, like how the people in the slums ended up, simply killing her, or anyone else, can't be the only option. Right? He tries to end things for himself too, but he ends up not being able to, and his only way was to move forward. This time vowing he wouldn't hurt again.

Cue Milgram, which would be a few years after, and he'd be around 21-23. I don't really know how to insert him in the canon story, and even figure out the timeline plus time gap, but for the sake of the idea I had, Mahiru, especially T2, would be who he's going to be connected to most, for the better or worse.

So the question, Would the cycle continue?

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And that's it! Thank you if you read this far! Since the focus was more on Krow, Yui got a bit overshadowed, but I do treasure her as much (if not more.) One thing I want to point out as well is the symbolism I have for them, because I fricking love symbolism:

The Cosmos symbolize Yui as a flower, before he "pulls it from its roots" and hangs it by rope.

Essentially, most plants grow fuller only when cut, and this is the case for Krow (similarly Yui). Having endured too many hardships, he's grown the most, but anything too much is a bad thing. The flower that would symbolize him would be Black Dahlias.

Orange Cosmos in flower language means resilience when healing oneself, and also forgiveness.

They both have plant clippers, symbolizing how they can harm either their own self or someone else. Krow's is rusted for obvious reasons, meanwhile Yui's isn't.

The rope itself is a metaphor about how Krow kills the person "for them", as so far the people he had killed were those he thought and deemed to "not want to live" anymore. He also happens to like dried flowers.

He brought the two hair bands Yui uses to Milgram.

The flowers that would symbolize Krow's deceased parents would be Yellow Carnations and White Roses.

Some other stuff! This is the audio I was continuously listening to and thought would work if he had a song.

(I don't really know the lyrics, I just liked the vibe LMAO)

Finally, this is the closest thing to Krow wearing a Milgram prisoner outfit (I didn't really think I'd be too into it before and just drew for something for the heck of it but here we are now.)

Thank you again if you read this far!

#Ah yes 'I will make a happy OC' turned into 'Poor thing suffering so much... would be a shame if I add M O R E' #Although technically Krow and Yui have been an OC of mine for a while... just not in the way that they are Milgram style #So technically they're happy and are just acting for it? :D Like an AU? #Sorry if this got angsty Ru... ;; I PROMISE THEY'RE ORIGINALLY HAPPY #Also looking back this entire thing feels like a mix of Shidou and Mahiru's story... looks like they got the most impact on me.. maybe #Also the whole OCs resemble the Creator thing? Yeae I suck at character design. #I actually had no idea what to do with Krow's straps so I just went to hell with it #thank you for the ask! #carrotty art old and new #ocarrotty

[niuniente]

I just want to say like, I love DHD so much because I'm sure you know this because you put so much love into each character (even background ones), but because of that I can relate to so many of them! It makes me so emotional! You do scenarios I don't often read about but in a way it makes me comfortable and I appreciate it! I relate to characters and look forward to seeing each and every one of them, getting excited whenever they pop up even if in the background or someone new appears. So just like... thank you! I appreciate the comics and art! <3 (sorry for being on anon, am shy)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Thank you! I read this message so many times <3 Yes, I do pay lots of attention to the background and minor characters. They need to look like they belong into the world. Too often I see in series how protagonist and the people around him/her/them differ too much from the general population that it's distracting. Like in Made in Abyss, we have absolutely gorgeous design for Belaf's monster form and every other significant monster was also designed very well but rest of the monster city citizens were just... blobs. Different unshaped blobs. And they're supposed to be the same group.

I've talked about this a few times but I can not physically stop praising comic Blacksad when it comes to background characters! Every single character, even if we saw them just in one panel, is designed with as much detail and character as the main character Blacksad himself and other significant characters of each story. I love it. Even panels of people just minding their own business look and feel real. You can almost guess and imagine each character's life and personality!

From these panels, the lama lady and the beatnik fox lady are this particular story's main characters but everyone else is detailed and crafted with same love and care as them.

While side characters can't have as much screentime (and information) as the protagonist(s), it is still important to me that whenever they appear, they are paid attention to and you learn at least little bit of something about them. That's how people are in real life, too. You have people around you know as well as your own pockets; people you know well; people you know; people you somewhat know; people you are familiar with; people you know only by name and have 1 extra information of them. None of them is less important or less of a human, or more important or more of a human.

While I myself like to indulge myself into very dark stuff, I don't like to create stuff as dark as the ones I love. One reason for this is also Webtoon's and Tumblr's TOS and how, for example, sex scenes are forbidden. So, while I could personally draw sex scenes to DHD, I can't but I have to go around it somehow. (Of course, having my own DHD web page would solve this - perhaps??? - but I don't have energy to run DHD in 4 different platforms)

Someone said that DHD is more like Dark Hope genre, and I love it. I find so much solace, comfort and soothing from things people find dark and try to show that there's always light. Even a small dot but it is there.

Plus, you can always choose to live by the code; Do No Harm, Take No Shit. Like Alrick :3

#ask niu #DHD #support

[littleoddwriter]

You write for ofmd?😳😳😳 hot person behavior.

I‘m in dire need of a Blackbeard x ftm!reader smut fanfic or I’ll die. I don’t even have a plot I’m so sorry. Maybe the reader is part of Blackbeard‘s crew and tries to lay low because of his situation.

Blackbeard seems to have grown infatuated with him and calls him to his private room (study?? Office??) one day to discuss something.

Ed basically acts all "weird", openly flirts with the reader and gets super touchy. Reader actually did fantasize about Ed before but can’t believe this is actually happening and just blurts out he’s trans. He says he understands if that disgusts Ed and he wants him gone off the ship or something but Ed is just like; "I don’t care?? I‘m literally obsessed with you wtf"

And then they go at it all night (obviously) :3

Want | Edward Teach/Blackbeard x Trans!Male!Reader | N/SFW (18+)

Hello there! Ok, I'm loving this and I sure hope you like what I've done with your request, thank you so much for it! :')

summary; See above. Minors DNI.

notes; Trans!Male!Reader; Gender Dysphoria and Light Euphoria; Oral Sex (Blowjob); Fingering; Penetrative Sex; Unsafe Sex; Kissing; Cuddling; Fluff and Smut.

Ever since you’ve made it onto Blackbeard’s ship and into his crew, you’ve been trying so hard to not let any of them know that you weren’t a ‘real’ man. Especially not Edward himself. If he knew, he was surely going to be disgusted and throw you overboard. And you didn’t exactly fancy dying at his hands (or at all), nor did you want to have to deal with his rejection. Because you really liked Ed. 

He was rough around the edges and a menace, but he had a heart. Besides that he was also gorgeous and the leather clothing had your mind reeling. You fantasized about him quite a bit. You knew he was into men. He didn’t make that a secret. The entire crew knew. Some of them have even slept with him. You wished you were one of those lucky few.

So, when he started paying more attention to you - seemingly to you, at least - you wondered if maybe he was simply trying to find out if he was right about you having been born with a female body. Your wishful thinking was trying to convince you that he liked you, too, though. But why would he? You were usually quite in the background. Other crew members often even forgot your name, or at least pretended that they did. Why would he ask you questions and spend time with you and look you over so closely if not for the sole reason of exposing you soon, then?

One night, though, Edward ordered you into his room. You were terrified. Had he finally found out?

You sat next to him on the little sofa he had in his room, which surprised you, considering it put you on an equal level and physically close with him. 

“I just wanted to say that I think you’re doing a great job, mate,” Ed told you kindly, putting a friendly hand on your shoulder. His touch lingered, drawing out, until you realised that he wasn’t taking his hand away at all. “You haven’t been here for long, but you’ve certainly proven to be worthy to stay on my ship.”

Swallowing thickly, you turned to get a better look at him. His eyes shone and he was smiling at you.

“Uh, thank you, Captain,” you said softly, completely dumbfounded. Why was he being so nice to you?

His hand slowly travelled down your arm and onto your thigh, near your crotch. Oh. Was he… flirting with you?

“Call me Ed,” he stated before continuing, “I was actually calling you in here because I thought we could up your position, eh? I think you deserve it. You’re doing better than some of the other crew members. But don’t tell’em that, okay, mate?”

“I won’t tell a soul, Ed, sir,” you nodded for emphasis, “And, uh, thank you. Really. But what kind of position did you have in mind for me?”

“Hm, not sure yet. Maybe you’ll be my third, eh? ‘Cause I can’t remove Izzy from being my second, but I’d like to keep you close, make you my third.” Ed’s hand rubbed your thigh, shortly touching you very close to your crotch and making you jump slightly. “What do ya say?”

Stunned, you looked at him for a long moment. Was he fucking with you? No. He was completely serious by the looks of it. 

“I’d love that, Captain, uh, Ed!” you exclaimed with a grin on your face. You couldn’t believe it!

Ed smiled and nodded in approval. Then, he leaned in, seemingly to kiss you. 

That was when you realised that there was one issue with his advances, no matter how much you liked them and how aroused you were getting because of his hand on your thigh.

“I’m not fully a man!” you blurted out suddenly. Edward leaned back in surprise, looking you over questioningly. 

“What do you mean?” he inquired, but kept his hand on you.

“Uh, I- I was born with a female body. I’m… I am a man. I know I am. But- uh- you know. And I understand if you’re disgusted and want me off the ship-”

“Oh! No, I don’t care,” Edward said easily, shrugging before leaning back in. He whispered against your lips, “I’m fuckin’ obsessed with you.”

Then, he captured your lips in a passionate kiss.

Your mind was still reeling with what he’s just told you. He was obsessed with you? Why?

Despite that, you reciprocated, opening your mouth slightly to let him lick into your mouth. Moaning softly, you moved your tongue against his, enjoying the proximity and how filthy it all was now, when seconds ago he was practically sweet-talking you.

Breaking the kiss, you were panting, breathing each other’s air as neither of you really moved out of the other one’s personal space. 

“I wanna fuck you,” Blackbeard murmured, bringing his free hand up to your face and caressing it with his fingers.

“Okay. I’d like that,” you whispered in response. 

Smiling, Edward ran his digits over your lips. Obediently, you opened your mouth for him and let him slide his index and middle fingers inside, rubbing against your tongue and pushing in as far as he could without making you gag. You closed your lips around the two fingers and sucked on them, keeping eye contact with Ed.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned before removing his digits from you mouth. 

Then, he started to unbutton his pants and pulled out his semi-hard cock. 

“Show me what else you can do with your mouth,” Ed commanded hoarsely.

Sliding down from the sofa and onto your knees, you took his cock into your hands and engulfed its head with your mouth, suckling on it, swirling your tongue around it and licking into his slit. You could feel him growing harder in your hands and mouth. It gave you quite the confidence boost. And so you used one hand to hold onto the base and grabbed his leather-clad thigh with the other one before sliding his cock further into your mouth. You started bobbing your head, sucking whenever you reached his cock head and going as far down as you could after.

Eventually, Ed grabbed you by your hair and pulled you off of him.

“I don’t wanna come just yet. Wanna do that in you. Okay, Y/N?” Hearing him say your name in that raspy voice he had from being so aroused had your stomach turn into little butterflies that fluttered inside of you. 

“Yeah- yes, please,” you nodded enthusiastically.

Standing up from the couch, Ed loomed over you. Then he held out his hand to you. You took it and he helped you get up from the floor, guiding you over to his bed. Before he let you lie down, though, he started pulling off your shirt and took off your pants right after, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. You felt exposed. You didn’t bind your chest since the shirt usually hid it well enough, but now it was out in the open. It felt strange to let someone see; especially with that someone being Blackbeard.

Seconds later, your underwear was gone as well. 

You had never been completely naked in front of anybody else.

You tried to resist the urge to cover yourself up. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of Ed. He said he didn’t care. You just had to believe him now.

“Fuck, you’re so fuckin’ hot!” Edward exclaimed, grinning at you, as he looked you up and down with that glint in his eyes that you couldn’t quite decipher.

You almost wanted to say ‘really?’, but decided against it. If he said so, then that was true for him and you had to accept that now. It was no use beating yourself up any further when you were about to have sex with this man.

Instead, you just smiled shyly at him and thanked him politely. 

In response, Ed pushed you on the bed and followed you down, lying on top of you and between your legs. His erection pressed against your crotch. You could feel how wet you were for him already. You wanted to feel him inside you so badly.

Propping himself up with one arm, Ed put his hands between your thighs and pushed a finger into your wet heat. Sighing, you pushed back. He thrust it in and out of you a bit before adding a second finger, repeating the process, until he had four fingers inside of you and you were moaning loudly and unashamedly. He told you to be as loud as you needed to be and you were. With him making you feel so good, all your shame and embarrassment was suddenly gone.

At last, he pulled out his fingers and stroked his cock to spread your wetness on it.

“Ready?” he asked, looking you in the eye.

“Yes,” you responded immediately, smiling at him.

He smiled back shortly. Then, he guided his cock to your entrance and slowly pushed inside. Once he bottomed out, you both moaned. He leaned his forehead against yours and just breathed with you.

“You feel so fucking good around me, mate,” Ed rasped.

“And you feel even better inside of me, Ed,” you moaned, pushing back against him.

Pulling out until just his cock head stayed inside of you, Ed thrust back in hard, making the bed shake. He repeated that again and again, until he found a rhythm that suited you both. As he fucked you, Edward leaned down and licked into your mouth, capturing you in a filthy kiss. 

When you felt yourself getting close, you snaked a hand between the two of you and your thighs, rubbing your dick. Ed leaned back, admired the sight and continued to fuck you in earnest. 

At last, you were coming, moaning loudly, throwing your head back and arching your back, as you could feel your muscles contract around Ed, squeezing him tight. It elicited a surprised-sounding groan from him. And then, he was already coming inside of you as well, burying his face in your neck, muffling his moans.

Panting, Ed pulled out of you and laid down beside you, wrapping his arms around you. 

“That was amazing,” Edward breathed, laughing shortly, “Fuck! You’re amazing, Y/N. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

You looked at him in wonder. This was the notorious Blackbeard. And he was telling you something so kind? You knew he had a heart, yes, but this was a lot more than that to you. 

“Thank you so much. For everything just now. I’m actually quite speechless,” you said, unable to keep the stupid grin off of your face.

In response, Ed kissed your cheek, along your jaw, your chin and then your lips.

And really, that was enough of a response for you. This was everything you had ever dreamed of and so much more.

#just imagine that ed asked for round 2 right after please xD #also yes ed stayed in his clothes during sex jfhdjhdkl i should have described that i realise but alas - anyway! #nsft fic #trans male reader #trans male reader insert #male reader #edward teach #ed teach #edward blackbeard #blackbeard our flag means death #blackbeard ofmd #edward teach x reader #ed teach x reader #blackbeard x reader #taika waititi #our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd fanfic #ofmd fic #fanfiction #fanfic

[nayialovecat]

The Ink Demonth 2023 - Day 24. Keep

Day 24. Keep Crossover: Inside Out Don't worry, Fear. Given Sammy's knot-tying skills, you should be free in no time... X"D

Has anyone ever wondered what goes through Sammy's head when he sees his Lost? Exactly that! Overall, Sammy's really dominant emotion is (like mine) Sadness - and that's probably the reason why Sadness went to hang himself (sorry for the gallows humor). So I suspect Sadness may predominate Sammy's emotions - but at some point there was a dialogue that went something like this: Sadness: Hey, but I was supposed to be in charge... Joy: Sad, Sadness, Saddy, we agreed something, remember? When our Lord is around, I always take the reins. Anger: And when we have to deal with Searchers or even worse: Lost Ones - it's my turn! Disgust: ...Or mine, if one of these pests happens to touch us... Sadness: So when is my turn? Joy: I don't know... when Sammy is alone maybe?... Sadness: But... Joy: Oh, Saddy, you don't want to join Fear in the Shame Corner, do you?

I really like this movie, even though it has a few inconsistencies. Let's start with... why does Joy have blue hair if blue is the colour of sadness? Why not orange or yellow? Someone explain it to me, 'cause even this doesn't make sense! Further, why can emotions feel emotions other than their own? (at Sammy they can't, except maybe for Anger who enjoys killing... I mean, sacrificing people) Well, we won't talk about film mistakes here, but I can point more of them.

If anyone has been paying attention and wondering about the appearance of Sammy's mind: yes, it resembles the Workshop. Yes, the control panel is small and his emotions are immature... more immature than Riley's emotions were - I guess he's emotionally at the level of a 5-6 year old. But there is already a designated section on the control panel for controlling swear words and abusive gestures :) In the background, I wanted to draw a window through which the Personality Islands could be seen (all of them are Fanaticism - but each one is related to a different emotion), but I didn't feel like it. It was a bit tiring to make this particular picture - so I'm giving it to you as it is, without even colouring it completely. Enjoy or Shame Corner welcomes you! He, he...

Bendy and the Ink Machine (c) Joey Drew Studios Inc. Inside Out (c) Pixar & Disney Sammy and the Ink Machine (c) Nayia Lovecat

#The Ink Demonth #Bendy and the Ink Machine #Sammy and the Ink Machine #BATIM #SATIM #Inside Out #Sammy #Bendy (mentioned) #Joy #Anger #Disgust #Fear #Sadness (mentioned) #emotions #The Ink Demonth 2023 #crossover #warning: suggestion of suicide