#oh btw i will credit you if you have a request that i draw!

[destinysquared]

TFC Requests?

Anyone got any requests for The Freak Circus art I could make?

Won't do em' all but whatever stands out to me I'll go for it.

Plz give me ideas to help me draw the boys

Also I've had this pic^^^ in the works for like.....a week and HATED it buuuuut ---- now I just shaded it real quick with my mouse of all things lmao and it's starting to look ok???? weird. critique for this one is welcome though cause i think his face/hair is off ;_;

Oh just realized --->

in the last pierrot and harlequin pic I did I should've had Pierrot shed some tears. Really get that angst >:D

>:'D

But really, so glad you all like! I hope I can make more pics <3

[kxsagi]

something kinda funny happened to me recently and i immediately thought about rin and your fics, so i'll send it as a req!! i hope you dont find it uncomfortable.

to sum up: ppl usually perceive me as a "nerdy and smart girl" (as in, "top of the class" kind of smart) bc of my looks but in reality i couldnt care less about paying attention to something if its not abt a topic im interested in lol. WHICH RESULTED IN ME RANKING 20 OUT OF 23 STUDENTS in everything but english. it doesn't bother me at all bc. well. i was expecting it. but my classmates are always shocked somehow.

anyways, i immediately thought about my dear rinnie, bc i think thats the kind of situation that poor boy would experience, since everyone in bllk sees him as an academically smart guy bc hes fluent in english, failingto realizethat my boy does NAWT cate about anything other than eng and soccer. . so! my req is basically just a fic where both rin and reader end up in the bottom of the rankings in everything but english (they were the only ones to ace it) and the others are like "?!?!?!" bc i think it would be rlly funny!! feel free to do it in any way you like! tyy! BTW SORRY FOR ANY TYPOS I HOPE IT DOESNT SOUND CONFUSING

“𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫”

a/n: OMG I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS REQUEST BC i have a male coworker in his 20’s who looks like a geeked out nerd, like kind of skinny, glasses, black hair, asian. and my mom told me to talk to him to potentially gain connections bc i’m academic and i was still in high school at the time so i asked him about college and he said “oh yeah, i dropped out like… 3 times. i just didn’t have the drive because i attended raves instead of lectures” don’t let looks fool you 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀

for context, all the blue lock characters attend the same high school lol

title is a beabadobee reference bc i love her idc

(art credits go to immmso_ko on twitter)

in a cruel twist of fate, or maybe divine comedy, you and rin itoshi have somehow landed in the bottom tier of your class rankings. 

not just “average.” not “middle of the pack.” no. we're talking rank 21 and 22 out of 23. (it would’ve been 22 and 23, but shoutout to that one guy who never came to class and failed on principle. king.) 

the only subject you both aced? english. 

english was your salvation. your shared pride. your mutual delusion. you’d both walked out of that test with the smug confidence of people who knew the word “juxtaposition” and weren’t afraid to use it. and it paid off with perfect scores. 

but everything else? absolute academic carnage. 

math: rin got bored halfway through and started drawing soccer formations in the margins. 

science: you answered every question based on vague memories of a documentary you half-watched two years ago. 

history: you just… didn’t. rin got distracted by a headline about international players and spiral notebooked into a wikipedia hole mid-exam. 

and when the results were posted, the classroom erupted. 

“WAIT. RIN?! RIN ITOSHI?!” 

someone physically grabbed him by the sleeve. “bro. you’re like. fluent in english. i thought you were smart?!” 

rin stared at them, face completely blank. “i am.” 

“YOU’RE 22ND!!” 

“in english?” 

“NO. OVERALL.” 

“… okay. but in english?” 

he had a point. it was the only thing that mattered. 

you slinked over beside him, matching his blank expression. “hey. i’m 21st.” 

he looked at you. “you’re better at literature than me.” 

“damn right.” 

behind you, chaos brewed. karasu paced like a man discovering the earth was flat. bachira was cry-laughing, gripping isagi like he’d seen a ghost. otoya just kept whispering “no way. no way. no way.” like he was having an existential breakdown over his fantasy of rin being the dark, brooding honor student. 

“this is a scam,” reo muttered from the side. “i thought rin was our secret weapon for test prep. i was gonna ask him to tutor me in math.” 

rin tilted his head. “why would i do that?” 

“you got a 12%.” 

“i don’t need math to score goals.” 

“… you didn’t even attempt question two.” 

“it was too many words.” 

you nodded solemnly beside him. “same. too many triangles. immediate shut down.” 

someone behind you whispered, “this is actually worse than when nagi slept through the finals.” 

but you and rin? unfazed. you were both already planning how to celebrate your dual top scores in english. (you were thinking milk tea. he was thinking silence. compromise: milk tea in silence.) 

you sipped your drink later that afternoon with the confidence of two people who fully accepted their intellectual limitations, so long as they didn’t apply to soccer or essays on animal farm. 

“this doesn’t bother you?” you asked, curious. 

“not really,” he replied. “they’re just shocked because i don’t talk much. so they assume i’m smart.” 

“right?! same! they see glasses and a quiet demeanor and suddenly expect perfect grades.” 

he nodded slowly. “people are stupid.” 

you toasted your drink to that. “cheers to mediocrity, king.” 

and rin, for the first time that day, cracked the smallest smirk. “except in english.” 

“except in english,” you agreed, dead serious. 

the only subject that mattered. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[indecisive-specimen]

tagged for ☆ wip wednesday ☆!!!!! by my lover in christ @ronanlynchian

unfortunately all i have is airport porn and a powerpoint but enjoy anyway ig.

it's just a snippet but im putting it below the cut because it is explicit so be warned! also: my most egregious offense w this one is the gross overuse of italics. oh and it's jerejean btw.

powerpoint for funsies at the enddddddd

to clarify-- i wrote this in the airport, they are not in an airport 😭

“I want to finger you,” he says and Jeremy nearly chokes. He doesn’t know if he’ll ever get used to how blunt Jean is. “Is that okay?” Jean asks, one brow raised in a way that tells Jeremy he knows it is.  “Yes,” Jeremy says, and can’t stop himself before he tacks on “please,” in a breathless sort of whisper.  Jean’s movements still only for a moment, his eyes darkening in that way that has Jeremy squirming, then he’s tapping his first two fingers on Jeremy’s bottom lip and oh. Jeremy opens for him, Jean’s fingers— which Jeremy has studied, and fantasized about, and had inside him, though not like this— slip inside, down to the second knuckle before hooking around his bottom teeth and gently prying his mouth open for him.  “Beau,” Jean swallows, pupils blown, and this Jeremy recognizes, his blush no doubt intensifying as Jean seemingly talks himself out of something, shaking his head before unhooking his fingers and pushing them down on Jeremy’s tongue.  Jeremy’s brain must have short circuited at some point during the exchange, because— without his say so— his eyes slip shut and he’s sucking Jean’s fingers in to the very last knuckle, tongue sliding over the slender bones on top and calloused pads along the bottom and moaning around them. When his eyes open again, he finds his own hand wrapped around Jean’s wrist— practically trying to shove his whole hand in his mouth— and Jean is staring down at him, shaking.  “You never stop to amaze me,” Jean breathes and pulls his fingers out. Jeremy is almost disappointed, before he remembers where this is going; he bites his swollen lip, hooks a leg over Jean’s hip, pushing his own up in a manner he hopes is enticing.  Jean’s lips quirk at his antics, and Jeremy thinks that’s the best reward he could ask for.  His spit-wet fingers trail down Jeremy’s body, getting distracted at his chest. Jean toys with his left nipple, making him jolt in response, and the barely-there smile grows. “What do you want, Jeremy?”  Brain still shorting, Jeremy only hums in response, pushing his chest up into Jean’s hand— he wants more; he wants Jean to pinch and pull, to lick and bite— but he couldn’t ask for that, could never ask Jean for that. So he hums.  And then— and then he goddamn nearly shrieks. Well, it’s more of a squeal— he hopes— because Jean does pinch. Not quite his nipple, but a near spot on his pec. “Jeremy,” Jean insists, less reverent now.  Jeremy huffs. “I want whatever you want, Jean.”  Jean, by the now downward quirk of his lips, is not pleased with this answer. “No. You will tell me, or I will stop.” 

next, i started making a powerpoint to half explain, half coerce my close good friends and roommate into reading aftg 😭 heres some of my fav slides. literally no credit goes to me i stole all of this and just arranged it!!!@! all credit to original creators!!!!!!!

title slide

i organized it by teams, so i have a foxes slide first ofc but havent added anything funny yet so we'll skip it for nowww. (aka i started with the foxes and it got progressively less serious)

ravens slide

trojans slide is so unserious 😭 focus on the core four but honorable mentions for cody, xavier, and the dericks my loves ❤️ artists plsssss draw more xavier and the double ds im begging (ds are represented by dudes holding hands at the urinals)

conclusion slide but it's whatever this is?

next i want to add a (no spoilers) popular ships slide (at the request of my roommate who said 'i wont read anything that isnt gay') but i fear i will have to make ships involving kevin it's own slide 😭 i cant decide if i want to use fanart or just draw lines connecting him to people like a crime board.

[ecogirl2759]

Alrighty, time for Mukuro Ikusaba!

-NOTE-

All of these photos are from the Danganronpa 4コマ KINGS series. I do not own any of the drawings, but these photos are mine. All credit goes to Spike Chunsoft for the characters and the books themselves.

Alrighty, now for the good stuff :D

(WARNING: Another long post hehe)

Firstly, FABULOUS Mukuro >:)

Ever wanted to see flustered Mukuro?

Camouflage hehehe

Oh, what's that? You wanted to see Mukuro without her disguise????

She's just trying her best, guys :(

Okay but, like, seriously... She's so freaking fly it's like.... >///<

Mukuro slander

Also, have her daydreaming about surviving the apocalypse with Makoto lol

Okay, here are just a couple of cute photos of her.

She's just along for the ride :)

Mukuro and.... the other one :D

Does this count as doing her hair or cheering her up?

The good ending :D

Sometimes I forget that she's a soldier and can be very intimidating if she wants to.

And also not so intimidating hehe

And, to cap this post off, have chibi Mukukuro :DD

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Another request done! Wow, two in one day???? Never thought I had this much motivation in me lol

Btw, it's really fun seeing all the comments people leave in the tags lol. WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO BE THIS FUNNY????

(Also also btw, don't worry about requesting too much stuff! I can never have too many imo, and I need a posting order anyways lol.)

(((Looking at you, specifically. You know who you are. Feel loved rn or I will come and give you a hug myself ^w^)))

Next up: Makoto Naegi!

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[sanguinarysanguinity]

OH may I ask for your director's commentary on your The Hornblowers' To Command series?? I am so infatuated with it <3

Thank you for the ask! I'm so pleased you like the series. Buckle up, this is gonna run long.

Under the readmore for length and discussions of sexual dynamics:

The Hornblowers' to Command (its official title, I also refer to it as the Any Service 'verse) started with the question "Is there anything that Bush wouldn't do for Hornblower?" a question that I've been poking at for ages. One day while I was pondering that, an anon ask came across @hornblowershitposts, positing that Hornblower might crave being on the receiving end of violent sex, and I thought, "Well? Would Bush hit Hornblower, if Hornblower requested him to?"

(Yes. The answer was an emphatic yes. But it would FUCK BUSH UP, aftercare required.)

Of course the tricky part of that scenario was not getting Bush to hit Hornblower, but getting Hornblower to ask for it. (This is the problem I've always had writing for that pair: Hornblower would rather die than admit to wanting something for himself, c.f. my hanahaki story, "A Well-Rooted Briar" -- but we're not talking about that story right now.) Hornblower was never going to ask to be hit, and that's how this became a threesome story: Maria, who we all know is as devoted to Hornblower as Bush is, could ask for what Hornblower couldn't.

Which then begged the question: how did Maria come to know this was what Hornblower craved? Which led to the backstory (not, I think, mentioned explicitly in that first story) that Hornblower can't get it up without violence. Which had led to some very painful questions on their wedding night, Maria eventually worming the whole thing out of him, one painful, reluctant confession at a time.

btw, all this required that Maria be a woman of MUCH higher fortitude than Hornblower credits her in his narration -- but then, Hornblower is an extremely faulty narrator about some topics. I have long chosen to believe that one of those is Maria.

So I wrote my smutty over-the-top oneshot, and that should have been the end of it -- except that I'd casually embedded in this 'verse the premise that Hornblower had never been able to get it up for Maria.

So whose children are those?

But I didn't get to all that right away: first off there was a whumpy little story in which I gave Bush (and then took away from him) an apotropaic nautical tattoo. I set it in the Any Service 'verse mostly because I needed Maria as a catalyst again: someone to explain the tattoo to, and also a mechanism for drawing some feels out of the normally-stoic Bush.

(See, I'd been reading about maritime swearing/cursing -- since I was a small child, I've been frustrated by maritime novels redacting all the cursing while making a BIG TO-DO about how inventive it is! Apparently maligning someone's mother was BIG FIGHTING WORDS in that era. Because, as the text pointed out, all these men had gone to sea as boys, and their last memory of any gentleness or tenderness in their lives was of their mothers, which caused them to build these women up as nearly goddesses in their emotional worlds. And seeing how I'd made Maria the source of Bush's aftercare in the previous story -- he had desperately needed it, and god knows Hornblower isn't in touch with his feelings enough to provide it! -- I thought to myself, I bet that's how Bush sees Maria's aftercare: as this monumental, nearly holy tenderness that he had hardly known in his life since he went to sea. So that's where I rooted the emotional throughline of "Cock on the Right" -- in those moments of Maria's nearly-holy comfort and tenderness toward him.)

All of which set me up nicely for the next story, which was a story I'd been trying to write for years: Hornblower inviting Bush into his and Maria's bed to supply his own deficiencies. I'd had the beginnings of a story like that in draft nearly since I first started writing this fandom, but I'd never been happy with it. Here, I just threw the original attempt out and started fresh, building upon what I already had in this 'verse: Bush's reverential feelings toward Maria and his deep service-submission tendencies. Nominally "Their Shared Will" (I am so proud of that title!) is a vanilla het story, but in actuality it is all about Bush's submission to the Hornblowers, and thus is as kinky as fuck.

By this point, of course, I had built a 'verse in which all the kids are implicitly Bush's. At which point I mostly stopped being interested in smut stories, and instead became interested in the canon timeline. How did they navigate these different ties? How do canon events and emotions change when the kids are Bush's? How do you navigate a relationship when your shame and repression are so pronounced that you can hardly bear to speak of it?

I have been toying with several more story ideas for this 'verse:

One is smut-adjacent, about what happens when the weird consensual non-consent of "Any Service Required" goes wrong -- i.e., when Maria makes a misstep and does something Hornblower doesn't want. I have a draft beginning for it, but I'm leery of finishing and posting it, mostly because I worry about its reception. But fucking up and violating a boundary in an otherwise loving and care-centered relationship is a thing that can happen, and I do think this trio is cruising for it. I also think "and what do we do about it" is a question worth talking about -- and especially worth exploring with these three, two of whom would rather die than talk anything out.

Another story I have the beginning drafted for is the moment of Hornblower's promotion off the Hotspur. Bush assumes that this is the end of his weird little family, and that without Hornblower to mediate Bush's inclusion, he's going to be cut out. He's wrong.

Three other stories that I want to write for this 'verse, but don't have anything drafted yet:

Bush returning to England in the Temeraire, during the winter of 1806-07, to find a black wreath on the Hornblowers' door.

Bush returning after "Cock on the Right", going to Maria to announce the happy news that he and Hornblower aren't dead after all -- and strangers are living in Maria's lodgings.

Caudebec. Although I'm not exactly sure what to do about this one, because the series is firmly Bush-POV up until this point, and… well. Bush won't be around to have a pov, if you know what I mean. But I would very much like to talk about what it means to go on.

Who knows if I'll ever get to writing them; I have the impression that most of my readership wants a happy ending for the family. I've already received pushback from a couple of different readers on these story ideas.

However! I'm pleased to say that @tgarnsl has a draft of a happier ending for them, where Maria doesn't die and the family runs off to live in Italy together. I hope to see more of that someday. (Maybe I should go ahead and write the tragic stories to give her an incentive!)

Again, thank you for the ask, and I hope you found something here you enjoyed!

[impeack]

oh look a personal post abt me

i havent made one since forever so here it is- (some will change in the future)

me

-i goes by peack or pek

-she/her

-multifandom artist

-young adult

-draw SFW stuff (even tho some contain sensitive/bodyhorror/gore/maybe questionable, overall most are SFW)

-im thai so my english might not good as u think..

-neurodivergent

im very paranoid sometimes, i may block if you break my boundaries or rule below, it may be rarely but not too often so- (also pls no pr0/c0msh1p/problematic ppl on my page pls just dni in general) since i hardly trust others nowday but i wont bite

social

i have them but i dont use them that very often since tumblr is my most active one, if u wanna follow i have all the link on my TH page (also most my ocs are not list on TH, if i really like them i will made a page for them!)

if some account have same user as me or even post my art on social i never use, its NOT me btw!, if they didnt listed on my TH mean its not me. report them if you want. (only real social i have is tumblr,insta and bluesky)

note: please do NOT repost my work to other platform i never use or any, im very selective on posting. deleted post or not i do not want them repost elsewhere(or stealing my work even)

(pfp or banner is okay!! credit is optional if ya wanna add it, reminder that my ocs or characters that falls under my personal tag is NOT for use. fanart of canon character or fanart i made for you is okay to use)

OC rules

do not heavily reference or steal my oc/design

do not make questionable/weird comment for my ocs or rb with weird tags with it(please keep it clean or else blocked) this also apply to every of my art in general *simping for my oc may depends, if you are stranger i would not let you do so (only apply to people i know or close to)

(this also imply to sonas i have as well)

another notice

i may clean up post i dont like them up here for sometime but not often due to tension im getting, sorry about that if you like them..(some may remain up on another social i have or one day i might reupload if i want to)

or editing post if they not necessary anymore

fanart for me? i dont mind! PM or tag me if u make one (as long its not problematic, nsfw/suggestive or heavy gore even..) ask first is fine by me

ask request (OPEN)

important: i may not answer or reject for my comfort, i tend to delete ask alot but if its good enough to keep it, i keep it, also dont flood the inbox please!

art request: CLOSE

art trade: ASK (please do not ask if you dont wanna do them, mainly take these to pm instead)

my oc headcanon and misc: OK (make sure its appropriate)

(i will not accept NSFW/suggestive or problematic and disgusting request)

misc personal tags

peack graylike design -> my grayling design that made for fun purposes, they mostly less associated with BS but they just design with gray as a base

peack gray and the grayscale sibs -> personal fave fanon BS oc of mine (fave them if u want here)

small note: please dont use,steal or heavily reference my gray design for fanskin n stuff cuz i am uncomfy by it, make ur own is okay as long the design is distinct from me

peack oc stuff -> my ocs or maybe sonas content

[luna-the-ikenuma]

Hi ! My name's Léa, I'm also known as Luna, you can call me Lee or Lunnie or whatever you can call me that, I mostly draw on digital and art traditional ya'll can ask me anything if you can like requests or something or you can simply ask me some questions. Btw do not repost it reblog instead btw feel free to draw one of my ocs

if you wish to draw one of my oc it's all on my Instagram page

If you want to use one of my artworks as pfp or banner please credit me

Oh yeah...there are my 3 sonas I got here

Template credit by Annaswelle

Follow my social if you're interested

Instagram: Luna_The_Zeraora

Twitter/X: LunaSerperior

Discord: luna_the_octoling

Amino: Luna the Octoling

Bluesky: lunatheikenuma.bsky.social (or try search Luna if this works)

Sketcher united: Luna the Ikenuma (I probably don't use it anymore)

Tumblr: you already here !

YouTube: Luna the Ikenuma

Roblox (not sure why I put this here): Luna_TheOctoling (main), Sushi_Veemo (alt)

My Nintendo switch code if interesting (you don't have to)

SW-8492-7640-3809

Fandoms I'm into:

MO4 (Marikin online 4)

Splatoon (1, 2, 3 n Coroika)

Henry Stickmin

Kirby

Object shows (BFDI, inanimate insanity and one)

Cookie run

Most type of anime (it depends of what anime I'm into)

Pokemon

South Park

Garten of Banban

Sprunki

PBF (Pay me back friend/payback friends)

Ori and the blind of the forest/will of the wisps

Number project (Sūji no yatsura)

AVA/AVM (animation vs animator/animation vs minecraft)

Roblox (Dandy's world, Phighting, Regretevator and others...)

Hoyo games (genshin impact, honkai star rail and zenless zone zero)

JSAB (just shape and beats)

Megaman (used to be in this fandom but...I lost all my interest of it)

Bunny Maloney

WuWa (wuthering waves)

Rain world

That's all for today have a nice day

Note to those who are French speakers like me: si vous êtes français et que vous ne comprenez pas l'anglais utiliser un traducteur ou faites un trucs je sais pas

Intro post update: 17/05

[emo-metalhead-punki]

Rant About SolarDiscomfort

⚠ TW // Gr00ming ⚠

(idk I do wanna draw this so yea....this isn't a gift)

So SolarDiscomfort or Brooke which is her real name

She is a deviantart artist that I meet in 2018 when I was 13 yrs old (I was okay, kinda, mental health issues)

So I remember Brooke followed me and requested me to draw her OC and so I did, and she thanked me so yea

Then I followed her back, her art is...alright ig lol, but I think is cool but need some progress, and we send each other gift and all that, so it's before all the gr00m3R thing happened, so let's talk about that if I can remember

So on somewhere on 2020, Brooke has proposed her best friend named Kate who is 17 at the time, they been best friends for 4 years but later becomes a couple which I was "nice, congratulations you two" but it's not...so, I use the wayback machine and I do remember reading this but I didn't understand

Ngl this give me a huge "WFT" moment like, what kind of state that you live in and how this is okay?... And get this, she doesn't support mapp even tho she DATED A 17 YEAR OLD WHILE BEEN A 20 YEAR OLD LIKE YOU CAN'T DO THAT BITCH

And then one year later, they fuxking broke up which is a good thing and I remember Brooke telling me to stop supporting Kate cuz she's.... too be honest, idk

All I remember that Kate is a tracer cuz she use a base without giving the artist credit but then her mutual tell her and then there the credit and more drama of Brooke did

Like, she would rant that one artist named serpy and I try to understand what's going on after reading the posts of Brooke but I feel like Brooke is taking her anger out on serpy, but I did stay away from the drama cuz is was too much and she keeps typing "crazy laughs" like...uhm...okay then...no one cares what you did man....I do really remember the drama but her account is deactivated....like every Deviantart artist do....

But if you know her, here a drawing of it, in case you recognized the art style

The left one is Brooke and the left one is kate

And I do wanna talk about Kate, like she may be kinda of annoying (cuz she kept requesting me a lot like everyday ) but all in seriously, I do remember her dating that one Mexican dude named Max (not his real name lol but I'm gonna called him)

That I don't trust like I hate him, I don't trust him and I seeing his irl photo of him and I still don't trust him...and I do remember seeing the message from him like I got highly uncomfortable by him

(I'm a Mexican, if someone didn't know lol)

Oh btw he also made NSFW as well, while being a minor ofc, classic teenagers in 2017 are started drawing NSFW cuz that's fine...right?...

Nope...it's not...you gotta wait dude...

But I did check his bio for his age but he didn't put his age...but then I saw a post of it, it turns out his 18 (on 2020) so I assume that he was 15 or 16 while Kate was like either 12 or 13 (i can't do math right, if I'm wrong then yea...) but I do believe that Kate was also groomed by him and till this day, she didnt talk about this like she was like too busy being happy instead of talking about this like why, how you deal such a traumatic thing and then later forget it, i mean, good for her but I will like be traumatized for life and not feeling happy

But for Brooke, yea...so if she like made an account on Tumblr and then see saw this post I be like...yea man...you got exposed as a P3d0 and a groomer man like...you should have say any of these things and your so toxic to serpy that she didn't do anything to you

So your career is over lol but I'm glad you didn't groomed me and talk shit about me cuz I didn't even like you like your so toxic towards any artist like why man...you didn't do anything to you like "oh she suck ass" and "she ugly asf" and "she's dumb as hell*

I mean...I dont like serpy ship cuz it's a zoophilia ship like...she basically ship Anne from frozen with mr. Peabody (the dog) from I forgot the name like it's highly uncomfortable to look and which I should have say no to her when she requested me that shit...so yea...she still ship it till this day...and her ships are mostly crossover so...yea...(That one shipper that ships spinel with a fucking car from cars movie)

So yea...Brooke...if you reading this...

Keep your nasty behavior to yourself instead of spreading it like a disease, I use to think your cool but now, your just a toxic woman, a p3do and a groomer

Peeps, watch out for SolarDiscomfort in case she made a Tumblr account

[enricocha]

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u can call me Enrico/Enri/En/Enri'ch/Ench/Rico/Cocha/etc., whatever you want!:33

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¡(please DNI if you are)!: proshipper, rasist (don't mock someone because of nationality), pedos, groomer, fetishist, racist, NSFW fan, transphobe, sexist, immoral persons, lovers of controversial topics and etc. (all basic creterias*). i will block these people like you and persons who tries to flirt with me.

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✨my sona's ref:✨

(it's an ordinary person in a mask and an oversized hoodie)

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To be honest, I'm very bad at English grammar, so I use a translator.

Im creator of ⛰️MountainsTale⛰️ (unfinished now)

08.05.24

I'm still working on my au, but I'll be honest, I'm not able to write anything except fanfic yet (I'll probably never be happy with the plot I wrote myself) and I have a lot of unsuccessful designs for most of the characters, including Rudy (aka Gaster in this au). My inner tedious-self will never let me write a non-logical plot without explaining any details, unfortunately:>

01.08.24

I have the plot and less characters written there, such as: Rudy (Gaster), Sans, Chara, Papyrus, Frisk and the concepts of the rest.

Rudy, by the way, has a human name for a reason. And I'll be honest, I was partially inspired by Glichtale, but there is not and will not be a soul/trait of fear.

I'm also working on a fanon of monster/humans/magic now (it's a very long T_T).

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I btw.... when I gave my sona a name/nicname, I didn't know how her name was translated (I mean "Enrich" ). I actually didn't even know that the name Enri existed (I was 12 when I created she) and honestly just took and combined my real name with the name of my past gacha club sona. My English is still bad enough, but when I first started my blog here it was even worse :D (I didn't even know what mutuals, dnis and all that were, lol). I don't even understand how those with whom I communicated tolerated my stupidity:_)

i know that its male name, but auuuuuuuugh, i got used to this name, my sona has already been wearing it for 3 years (and not the first one)

AND THOSE PEOPLE WHO KNOW MY REAL NAME SOMEHOW, dont call me by my irl name, just dont. I dislike it and It destroys my own privacy, dont do it, okay?...

Now I'm trying to learn English and I don't come here often, but understand that I just don't have enough time for anything. And it is important to note that my knowledge of English is poor, because I started learning it not from an early age, but about 2-3 years ago, and now I am only able to translate a text into my native language without a translator.

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I also sometimes don't control my anxiety when communicating with anyone, so I'm sorry for that (I just get eaten up by my a sociaphobia sometimes-).

im introvert irl.

yes, I know I'm chatty and I'm always talking, but hey, why do I need a reason to hang out with someone here who want to yap with me too? I'm happy to chat with anyone if you also want to talk to me and don't fall under one of the criteria of DNI (written above)

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I'm not against criticism, on the contrary, I'm even for it, I'll be glad to read it to understand my mistakes^^

Please don't hit me with cursing words, I'm not an artist. Well, or at least I don't consider myself one-

I just draw arts in my spare time to relax from the stress of the day. I've been drawing for about 3-4 years. I tried to go to an art class (I studied there for 6.5 years), but I was expelled because I can't draw anything except "cartoons" (idk how they determined this:/ So, I very hate this school because it deprived me of self-esteem, bullied me and pretty gave me a burnout). This is probably not surprising, considering that I took a 5-month break from art class due to terrible emotional burnout ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (I came to this school and couldn't even pick up a pencil). Anyways, I really like to draw, and I sincerely love all my artwork (except maybe super old- ), no matter how bad and anatomically incorrect they may be. I cant deny they were right when said :"You never become to an artist, its not correctly, etc.", but aaaaaaaa, I love draw, cuz It lets my imagination run wild and allows me to relieve the stress and pain that people in my school cause me, so even if I'm not an artist, no one will stop me from drawing all sorts of garbage, I love it!

(p. s. I don't know how to draw traditional arrrrrrtttssssss its too difficult-)

To be honest, if I hadn't started a blog where I share my art to day, I probably would have given up drawing and wouldn't have improved it if I hadn't been inspired by the people I subscribe to here. I used to be very afraid to publish my work anywhere at a younger age (mostly because of the very aggressive community in which I was a member for some time). I really thought that I would face a barrage of criticism (non-constructive ofc) there, but here are very kind people here, really no kidding, most of you are such cool and pleasant guys💗!

oh- i reblog very rarely cuz I forget this very often :_)

eh. my memory is really very short, but somehow its not a persistent amnesia.

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Have a great day to everyone who has visited my blog or read this post! :D ... And.. I want to hug u🫂, srry if I embarrassed u with this (*´▽`*)

[wroerfwroerfwhat]

I am now taking art requests!!!

Send them in my askbox.

I want to draw more but have no idea what to draw so I am asking tumblr. As long as it adheres to a few rules you can ask me to draw anything and I will draw it, it might take a while, if it's not something i'm good at it will probably look like a toddler drew it but i WILL draw it.

The rules:

I only draw physical (pencil on paper, sometimes markers, little no colour).

No nsfw, I can do blood and gore but my ace ass is not going to draw anyting sexual.

And now for the rule that's going to cause me to get zero drawing request; no characters, I am quite bad at and do not like drawing human faces, realistic anatomy or clothes, if your character needs none of those to be recognisable i can probably draw them but this is case by case (examples of characters i probably would draw are monsters/beasts like nightmare from date everything, robots sometimes, wierd lil guys like gaster & uboa, and really simple guys like the soul from deltarune).

If you want to use my art for anything, credit me and let me know pls.

I will tag all my art with #arwts if you want too see what i've drawn (at the time of posting this is the only post with that tag so...).

I will now show you the only halfway decent piture of something i've draw that I could find:

I know the quality is terrible and like, I wasn't even done when i took this foto but oh well...

This is not the only style i draw in btw, i can also do landscapes and geometric shapes and abstract and little cartoon doodles, whatever, just not realistic.

[void-chara]

first finished piece of lifesteal fanart yaayyy!! I. I started this during the second round of the mcytblr sexyman contest. Why does art take me so long. I finished most of it a while ago but the scythe just took forever because I couldn’t figure it out and kept redoing it. I think it turned out good though!

[luxaryllis]

Hi! I had just stumbled upon your posts about your scared riddle sibling reader and hetalia MC posts! And that got me hooked on them!

If you're not busy, would you fine with doing a MC that's like APH Hungary or APH Vietnam? I just find the thought of MC hitting TWST guys with a pan or an paddle

And if you don't mind, could I write an ao3 fanfiction based on your hetalia MC HCS? I promise to credit you! ^^

Hetalia!Hungary with TWST Vice Dorm Leaders and First Years

Note: Hello! Aww, I'm glad that you liked my Hetalia!MC and Scared!Younger sibling!reader hehe. And this took a while to get to so I apologize.

And for this, I chose Hungary; so I could do both of these requests together-

Hope that's alright. If u wanted me to do Vietnam, you can just give me a message or a request!

Oh! And btw, I already made an announcement about this when I had gotten a request, but do read @kasumi-prenami 's Draw a Circle, That's Not The Earth! That's Twisted Wonderland! fic. It's a Hetalia x Twisted Wonderland, so if you guys would like to read that, go ahead!! The story so far is AMAZING! 💙

And yes, Hungary is amazing! Hungary hitting the first years and everyone else with a frying pan is amazing!!

Also, FINALLY!! A REQUEST WITH PEOPLE OTHER THAN THE DORM LEADERS!!!! Don't get me wrong, I love the Dorm Leaders; but it's getting a tad tiring writing for them ALL the time.

Anyway, let's get to it!!

Again, please note that this was not meant or intended to offend anyone. And that all mentions of 'Hungary' refer to Aph Hungary/Elizaveta, unless said otherwise, the same with other countries mentioned. Please tell me if you found anything here offensive and I will try to revise it. Also, I will say it again, this was written with a platonic relationship in mind, as it didn't specify whether you wanted it to be romantic or platonic.

Also, since a part of Hetalia!Hungary that I find very interesting is her past (to those who don't know, as a "child", Hungary posed as a boy and helped fight for her country) and how when she grew up, she did accept the feminine things, but was still quite a tomboy. Part of the most interesting points about this character (to me) is her gender; but since I plan on making this gender-neutral, I will be making it so that MC is a bit feminine-seeming, but has a lot of boyish moments (if that makes sense). However, this does not exactly get mentioned much; it still will be mentioned in some parts.

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Heartslabyul:

Trey:

♣️ Since Trey was present during the Welcoming Ceremony, he has seen MC

♣️ Trey doesn't necessarily have a huge opinion on MC

♣️ Trey is quite interested and intrugied by MC; but not so much, as he has lots more to worry and focus about.

♣️ He does feel a tad amused of the fact that they use a skillet as a weapon.

♣️ But other than that, he's quite neutral of MC.

♣️ When he meets MC at the lunch scene, he gets more of an opinion of them.

♣️ He notices that MC is very sweet, but often hits Ace (and/or Grim and Deuce) when they mess up.

♣️ He also thinks that they're a great friend to Ace, Deuce and Grim.

♣️ MC's pretty chill with Trey.

♣️ They even helped him teach the others how to make a Mont Blanc.

♣️ They even made some food for him.

♣️ They said it was called, "Rigó Jancsi" (it's a Hungarian cake dessert; a traditional Hungarian chocolate sponge cake and chocolate cream pastry)

♣️ Anyway, MC really liked Trey at first.

♣️ He was nice, kind, complete husband material. He was also very similar to Austria.

♣️ Until they saw that he practically bends to whatever Riddle says and wants.

♣️ When they confront him in the library, they tell him that he isn't helping Riddle cope with his past; and is actually furthuring Riddle's mental instability.

♣️ They also tell him a bunch of things (after hitting him by he head; his head still aches from that time).

♣️ In the end, after Riddle's overblot (which easily ended in Mc's favor, as they led the battle against him and fought Riddle headfirst), Trey learns to respect MC a lot.

♣️ He learns that MC has a very unqiue nature and personality; to many people, they are very sweet, until something pisses them off and they get quite badass.

♣️ In the end, Trey enjoys MC's company, and MC learns to accept Trey and enjoy his company as well.

♣️ They also like to bake together.

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Ace Trappola

❤ Has the same reaction to MC as canon, but with a tad more, "holy sht, they're so badass'

❤ Yeah, he very much likes how MC hits people with a skillet

❤ He still does look down on them a tad, cuz they don't have magic

❤ So he approaches MC and Grim like normal, plot goes on.

❤ Except MC actually has a bigger role in trying to stop Grim and Ace from causing trouble.

❤ Was trouble still caused? Yes. It was, after all, because of MC punching Ace's head that he accidentally redirected Grim's fire even more towards the Queen of Hearts statue.

❤ Or made the wind even stronger.

❤ Either way works.

❤ But yeahh...

❤ Plot goes on-

❤ In the end of the Prologue, MC actually does get attached to Ace

❤ For some reason, Ace reminds MC of Prussia.

❤ ... I see a lot similarities too-

❤ During the Heartslabyul arc, MC definitely will take Ace's side a lot (they dote on him a lot too)

❤ But they also won't hesitate to hit him if he goes too far.

❤ Although Ace does find MC's prowess and control quite admirable.

❤ He does find their doting nature a tad annoying

❤ He learns to reluctnatly accept it though.

❤ He's seen MC fight people (and monsters) with a skillet.

❤ So he isn't so protective of them.

❤ He's also the one who summons the swords MC uses to fight.

❤ With the amount of time MC's practically saved him, Ace is definitely in their debt.

❤ As they spend more time together, these two definitely learn to value and cherish the other.

❤ Ace still reminds MC of Prussia.

❤ He's also now MC's child; no takebacksies.

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Deuce Spade:

♠️ He's very amazed at MC, to put it simply.

♠️ They have a very sweet and kind exterior, but know how to fight very well.

♠️ He also wants them to teach him how to fight with a skillet; he thinks it's useful to know how to fight with such an ordinary item 🤣

♠️ But other than those, he's very great and cooperative with MC.

♠️ MC also finds Deuce to be very gentlemanly and proper; despite his deliquent background and tendencies.

♠️ They think of him like Austria; but a tad more different?

♠️ But other than that, MC finds Deuce as a very good kid.

♠️ They also think that he's a precious little sht.

♠️ Okay, they sorta see Holy Roman Empire in them now...

♠️ Oh gosh...

♠️ Anyway! As the two spend more time together, they get really close, and MC sees Deuce as their child now.

♠️ Deuce finds MC to be a very big role model for him; they're nice, independent, know how and when to fight, and are very sweet.

♠️ So yeah!

♠️ Also, MC teaches Deuce how to weild a killet hahaha

♠️ Deuce is also another person who summons swords for MC to use.

♠️ He likes watching MC train with a sword; or simply listening to their stories.

Savanaclaw:

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Ruggie Bucchi:

🍩 He isn't an official vice dorm leader; but he might as well be, yknow?

🍩 Anyway, with MC's femenine-ish appearance, Ruggie mistook them as a female (unless ur MC IS female; but I wrote this with gender-neutral in mind so yeah-).

🍩 So Ruggie naturally respects MC, even if they aren't actually a girl. It's just the appearance, so Ruggie (at first) treats MC with a lot more respect and obedience than he would a normal person.

🍩 But he doesn't go too far; he won't give them his food or something, NO!

🍩 But if need be, he'll keep open doors for them, and is a lot more susceptible to doing little favors for them.

🍩 MC, at first, thinks that Ruggie is a complete gentleman, despite his messy appearance.

🍩 They dote on him a lot too.

🍩 They would make him some food (Ruggie would always be over the moon after receiving the food) and be really affectionate to him.

🍩 Their affection and doting on him goes to the point it reminds Ruggie of his grandma.

🍩 He also very much enjoyed being spoiled by them.

🍩 However, when MC found out Ruggie was the one responsible for the "accidents" to the Magift players, they were FURIOUS.

🍩 Mostly because Trey was hurt.

🍩 So uhh... sorta like this video. MC as Hungary, Trey as Austria, and Ruggie as Prussia (tho he doesn't necessarily appear there). Just change (or remove) a couple of lines and you now see the situation.

🍩 Yeah...

🍩 There are no soldiers tho-

🍩 Also, during the confrontation thing, any fight that happens, MC does NOT hesitate.

🍩 Can and will use their fists, their skillet, or a sword.

🍩 Can and will obliterate any opponent that comes at them.

🍩 At the end, they sorta reconcile with Ruggie and they're back on good terms.

🍩 If Ruggie did misgender MC (this depends on ur MC), he will apologize.

🍩 Disregard that if you imagine this/your MC as a female.

🍩 Anyway, when they go back on good terms, MC is doing the best they can to spoil Ruggie even more.

🍩 He reminds them of Prussia also.

🍩 Ruggie, on the other hand, likes getting spoiled, and often tries doing little things/favors for MC when he can.

🍩 MC also will hit Ruggie if he does something bad/wrong.

🍩 In the end, it's a pretty wholesome relationship.

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Jack Howl:

🐺 His first impression of MC during the welcoming ceremony was that he absolutely respects MC.

🐺 He's seen their fighting spirit and power and, with or without magic, Jack respects and appreciates that kind of thing.

🐺 So far, he definitely finds MC as a very strong and independent person.

🐺 During the Savanaclaw arc, when Jack challenges ADeuce to a fistfight, MC joins in.

🐺 Jack has to admit; they did real well against him.

🐺 Looking at them up close, he even notices their perfect form in fighting; they even beat him.

🐺 On the other hand, MC has very mixed feelings about Jack.

🐺 They do think that he has a greatbhead on his shoulders; he's independent. They respect that.

🐺 What they don't like about him is that he's a bit too... tsundere...

🐺 Don't get them wrong, MC loves tsunderes; it's just that Jack is making it really hard for them to keep a straight face whenever he acts like his tsundere-ish self.

🐺 Also, his ears and tail look so fluffy omg, they want to pet them-

🐺 Anyway, MC also finds that Jack has a great sense of justice and moral (unlike some other people *cough cough*)

🐺 They also notice that he can be quite the gentleman.

🐺 Anyway, by the end of everything, they both train and work out together.

🐺 Jack has now been adopted by MC as their child, and he has no say in it whatsoever.

Octavinelle:

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Jade Leech:

🍄 Now then, I'm going to assume that Jade was in the Welcoming Ceremony, so yeah!

🍄 Anyway, his first impression of MC would be awe; Jade has always had quite a fascination of anything land-oriented (especially mushrooms/nature), so seeing MC fighting in a "land"-way gets him interested.

🍄 Not only that, but he also gets interested on MC's circumstances (and basically all things MC).

🍄 Such as, why were they brought here, if they had no magic? Why use a skillet as a weapon? Is it some type of tradition from their place? Who taught them how to use a skillet?

🍄 Questions like those.

🍄 But anyway, other than that, Jade is quite neutral with MC.

🍄 However, when he notices that they plan on trying to put a stop to Azul's plan of turning the sea anemone students into slaves staff; Jade decides to take the opportunity to possibly think of MC's... weaknesses.

🍄 However this turns out is up to you; but Jade goes home emoty-handed.

🍄 Jade might have used his Unique Magic on them; but somehow it didn't work...

🍄 This makes him even more interested in MC; though a lot more cautious of them.

🍄 MC doesn't know what's hoing on hahaha

🍄 Anyway, when MC visits Monstro Lounge to talk to Azul, Jade interacts to them normally.

🍄 Though he can't help but notice that they're holding their skillet and have quite the intimidating aura around them.

🍄 Anyway, plot goes on normally

🍄 When Jade and Floyd stopped MC from getting to the Museum, they would have been defeated, had they not been underwater.

🍄 Since Floyd's Unique Magic doesn't exactly work on physical attacks (I think??), MC just swims up to them and hits them with their skillet, or just punches and/or kicks them.

🍄 Their movements were a lot slower, though, cuz they were in water.

🍄 Jade (and Floyd) came back with bruises.

🍄 Floyd was not happy; Jade wasn't either, but he was more.. intruiged.

🍄 MC has mixed feelings about Jade.

🍄 On one hand, they do like how he's quite gentlemanly.

🍄 But it's gone to the point where its quite infuriating; like he's mockingly being gentlemanly.

🍄 Not to mention, he did what he did to their "children".

🍄 But in end, they sorta reconcile and are in better terms.

🍄 MC also definitely told Jade a lot more about mushrooms and other human things, due to their lots of knowledge about things.

🍄 Now, Jade thinks that MC is really cool and very knowledgeable.

🍄 He also sees MC as a sort of guardian mentor figure to many people.

🍄 They both like to "gossip" a bit about a bunch of things.

🍄 Jade would even gladly disclose certain information to MC to help them.

Scarabia:

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Jamil Viper:

🐍 I will also assume that Jamil was there in the Welcoming Ceremony so yeah-

🐍 His first impression of MC was that they were:

🐍 ✨ C H A O T I C ✨

🐍 Anyway, he definitely thought that MC was going to be very chaotic.

🐍 Did not want to go near them.

🐍 He already has to deal with Kalim, he doesn't want more chaos in his already horrible life.

🐍 Anyway, other than that, he just overlooks MC; they aren't really special, they're a magicless student in a magic school.

🐍 But when he sees that they can benefit him in his plot against Kalim, he notices them a lot more.

🐍 During the Savanaclaw arc, when MC (and the others) investigate and "interrogate" the victims of the incidents.

🐍 He notices that MC was very sweet and caring to him.

🐍 This was something he wasn't used to; he was so used to seeing Kalim be the one to be doted on.

🐍 So this was really new.

🐍 A very welcome feeling though.

🐍 It fuels his ego-

🐍 Anyway, during the Scarabia arc, he was amazed by how well MC cooked.

🐍 MC also noticed how Jamil seemed to be... holding back

🐍 They also noticed how distasteful he seemed towards Kalim.

🐍 They definitely suspected Jamil.

🐍 When Jamil snapped, MC was ANGRY

🐍 HOW DARE HE DO THIS?!?! (They got attached to Kalim; he reminded them of Italy)

🐍 Anyway, when they got to him, they obliterated his overblot.

🐍 MC used their skillet (and had someone summon a sword for them) and defeated his overblot with ease.

🐍 However, while MC is angry at Jamil, they do understand that his feelings are justified.

🐍 But they believe that it isn't Kalim's fault, but his parents'; he shouldn't be directing his anger to Kalim, when he has done nothing to him.

🐍 This is what they say to Jamil, after he recovers from his overblot.

🐍 They also take care of him; they get him food, drinks, and help him around.

🐍 Jamil listens to Mc's words a lot; he tries reflecting on those words and tries to work on them.

🐍 In the end, Jamil and MC do reconcile and learn to accept each other.

🐍 Now, MC finds Jamil to be very hardworking and quite good at a lot of things.

🐍 Jamil also finds MC to be great company. He also finds them to be very knowledgeable about lots of things.

🐍 They often help each other cook in the kitchen; as well as helping each other with chores.

Pomefiore:

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Rook Hunt:

(Note: This might be pretty short compared to the others as I don't know much about this character. I might edit this soon when I do know more about the character, though.)

🏹 He notices how elegent and beautiful MC is.

🏹 He also finds them really interesting.

🏹 Rook appreciates how well-kept and and beautiful MC is.

🏹 He also likes how good and elegant they are with fighting; especially with a skillet.

🏹 Rook's first impression of MC: NEW SPECIMEN/PREY TO EXAMINE :D

🏹 Anyway, when MC meets Rook, all they see is France.

🏹 ...just France.

🏹 They also get quite attached to him, because while Francis (aka aph France) may be a douchenozzel, but both of them are still their own person.

🏹 Also Rook is a very intruging person of his own.

🏹 Now, it's just both of them mutually interested in each other and openly asking the other questions.

🏹 Rook really admires and looks up to how graceful and polished their skills and form is in simple day-to-day activities.

🏹 He and Vil wish other people would be like this; more like Vil, but still.

🏹 He felt very honored to fight alongside MC against Vil's Overblot (and during the Ignihyde Arc)

🏹 Anyway, I personally find it hard to characterize Rook so I apologize.

🏹 Might edit this soon to add more?

🏹 I am so sorry-

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Epel Felmier:

🍎 Epel's first impression of MC in the Welcoming Ceremony was that: THEY ARE SO BADASS OMG!! 🤩

🍎 He wants them to teach him the ways to be manly, despite having a femenine-like appearance.

🍎 MC also becomes his role model, when he learns what Vil is trying to teach him.

🍎 He follows their example and uses his appearance to his advantage.

🍎 Meanwhile, MC thinks of Epel as their child.

🍎 MC be adopting children left and right hahaha-

🍎 Anyway, Epel finds MC to be really cool, all throughout their interactions.

🍎 He does get a tad infuriated when they gush and dote at him, though.

🍎 He's supposed to be manly!!

🍎 Anyway, watching MC fight gets him really motivated too.

🍎 This happens during Vil's overblot, and the Ignihyde arc.

🍎 Other than that, a very wholesome relationship.

🍎 Epel often carves apples for MC and MC likes to make him some of their traditional food in return.

🍎 Epel's favorite is definitely the Hungarian Apple Pie (also known as Almás Pite)

🍎 Epel also definitely likes to copy whatever MC does; it's just a really cute relationship.

Ignihyde:

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Ortho Shroud:

(Note: This might be pretty short compared to the others as I don't know much about this character. I might edit this soon when I do know more about the character, though.)

🤖 Ortho is quite fascinated of MC.

🤖 Very interested on how they can fight with a skillet.

🤖 Definitely approaches MC and asks a lot of questions like he's a fan meeting their idol.

🤖 MC finds Ortho to be quite adorable.

🤖 They definitely adopt him on sight.

🤖 Their relationship is quite wholesome.

🤖 However, I'm not entirely sure what else to put in Ortho's part for now cuz I'm still waiting for someone to release an English translation of the last part of Chaoter 6 as of now.

🤖 Will add more when I learn more about Ortho's character; I'm so sorry.

Diasomnia:

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Lilia Vanrouge:

(Note: This might be pretty short compared to the others as I don't know much about this character. I might edit this soon when I do know more about the character, though.)

🦇 Lilia's first impression of MC was that they were quite interesting.

🦇 Fighting with a skillet is quite a strange skill to have.

🦇 He'd definitely want to ask them how and why they chose a skillet to use as a weapon.

🦇 But other than that, no big reactions from him.

🦇 When he learns and sees more of MC though, he finds that they are quite good company.

🦇 MC finds Lilia to be quite strange, but quite a nice companion.

🦇 They also like some of his jokes.

🦇 Although they often have to stop him from getting in the kitchen.

🦇 But other than that, it's just two people just joking around and having fun.

🦇 MC is really supportive of Lilia, and the other way around.

🦇 Lilia is grateful that MC accepted and befriended Malleus, and even admits that he approves of Malleus's decision to befriend them.

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Sebek Zigvolt:

(Note: This might be pretty short compared to the others as I don't know much about this character. I might edit this soon when I do know more about the character, though.)

⚡ When Sebek saw MC in the Welcoming Ceremony, he first sort of looked down on them.

⚡ He assumed that they were human and we all know how Sebek looks down on humans.

⚡ He also does NOT approve of the use of a skillet as a weapon.

⚡ Those are meant to be used in the kitchen, not the battlefield!!!

⚡ Shush, Sebek /lh

⚡ Anyway, when he found out that MC had befriended his Waka-sama, he's enraged.

⚡ HOW DARE THIS MEASLY HUMAN APPROACH WAKA-SAMA!?!? WHO SENT THEM!?!?

⚡ Yeah, he's really sus of MC.

⚡ MC doesn't really like Sebek, he's too loud, and is quite arrogant.

⚡ But MC doesn't mind Sebek as much as Sebek minds them.

⚡ They do probably learn to accept each other (probably?)

⚡ But until then, it's just silence from those two.

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THEIR REACTION TO MC BEING A COUNTRY PERSONIFICATION IS HERE

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END!!

Here it is!! I was able to finish it already! Finally!!

Apologies for the wait and I hope you all enjoyed this!

Comments and feedback are highly appreciated!

Thank you for reading!! 💙

[seriouslysnape]

To the Limit

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Severus Snape x Fem. Reader

Warnings: Slight smut. Use of safeword. Language.

Request: Hi! Can u make Severus × Reader when the reader use the safe words for the first time because idk maybe it's too much for the reader that day or smth else you like..Thankyouu 💕💕 love ur writings btw ❤❤

A/N: Here we gooooooo. Reminder, everything is consensual.

Word Count: 2,947

“Okay, darling. Whatever you want.”

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Severus has always been flexible in the bedroom. Yes, Severus Snape is versatile in the sheets and has more love making skills than you originally would’ve given him credit for. Sex with Severus can range anywhere from slow and careful where praising your body is his main objective, to fucking you so mercilessly that stars are dotting the back of your eyelids with each hard thrust.

Sometimes, you don’t have to establish what kind of theme your sessions will take on. If Severus comes home angry from a long, obnoxious day then you very well know that a rough fucking will get it out of his system. When you’ve just watched one of your favorite romantic drama Muggle movies that have sent you into tears, he knows that something more unhurried is in order so you are reminded of how much he loves you.

Other times though, there isn’t really anything that determines the kind of sex you’ll be having. If the mood is right for both of you, then you often will just figure it out from there. 

Severus’ return on Friday night from a long week of classes was coated with his desire for you. You could practically feel the hard sexual tension radiating off of his whole being. From the moment he walked in the door, you knew what tonight would hold for the both of you. More than likely, it’d be a whole lot of rutted fucking and orgasms until neither of you had any stamina left to give. Normally, a seed of excitement would be planted and begin to grow in your core at the thought of being touched by him, but you didn’t feel it this time. 

It had been a bad week to put it simply. Work was weighing you down and you had taken more hits than you were used to in a five day time period. Exhaustion had riddled you, and stress has gotten the best of you. Emotional breakdown was the only way you could describe how you were feeling. You really weren’t feeling up to what Severus wanted to do. However, you couldn’t bring yourself to deny him when his hands and lips were on you, moving to all his favorite places on you.

His voice was silky smooth in your ears as he uplifted you with how he had been thinking about you all day, and how he wanted to be with you when you weren’t around. It wasn’t Severus’ fault that you had a bad week, and it surely wasn’t all his fault that he was this turned on. The way he gripped your legs with his strong hands was an indicator that he wanted to go well into the night, which your tired state wasn’t a fan of. But you loved Severus, and you always wanted him to be happy and well pleased. So you figured you could handle a couple of coarse rounds to satisfy him.

Oh, how wrong you were.

Once access was granted, Severus leapt onto you without hesitation. A tornado of clothes being removed whirled around the room, your shirt and pants ended up on complete opposite sides of the room. Hot and unruly kisses were shared, marks were left on your necks, and no part of you went unattended. 

Admittedly, the first orgasm was actually enjoyable. Severus’ fingers were knuckle deep in your needy cunt and pumping vigorously as he found all the best spots. The strenuous activity melted some of the week’s stress from your conscience, your mind being stripped of all your worry as it clouded with ecstasy. Severus thrived off of the moans and noises of delight that he was drawing out of your throat, perfecting his movements to give you an even stronger release. Severus worked you to your finish as you came around his fingers, slicking them with arousal and relief. 

He left lazy kisses over your breasts while you took a moment to recover, preparing yourself for the next round that was undoubtedly on its way. Tiredness had plagued you long before Severus had even walked through the door, and you had suddenly been robbed of even more energy, so you were confident that you might not get a proper orgasm this second time. But the moment Severus slid you onto his dick and stretched your walls the way only he knew how to, you knew that you were going to cum whether you felt like you could handle it or not.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to. You loved seeing Severus so enraptured in waves of pleasure and gratification, but you were beyond fatigued. Still, you bounced up and down on his lap over and over again, your already sensitive clit throbbing with each rub of his fingers. Severus’ other hand guided your hip movements to meet the way he thrusted up into you, hitting your g-spot just right.

When you came this time, your sound of release was more of a strained cry than a content sound. Severus didn’t seem to notice, since he was too focused on the intoxicating feeling of filling you with his own finish. You popped off of him before he was even emptied out, the rest of his fluids landing on your inner thighs. You fell onto the bed next to him, your breathing much heavier than usual. 

You were totally tuckered out with absolutely no hope of another round. Your muscles ached and your bones were wiped out. Although, you felt a queasy feeling of despair when you saw that familiar look of lust in Severus’ eyes. He spoke lowly, his voice echoing in your ringing ears.

“I’m not through with you yet, love.” He purred.

Usually that would’ve sent a whole mess of arousal through you, but you were too worn out. But Severus usually didn’t last more than three rounds, so this would for sure be the last one. You thought you could push through so he could at least get his release, but this third go round wasn’t a good feeling for you at all.

With your arms above your head and the pillowcase below your head in your fingers’ death grip, you turned your head to the side to fight through his persistent hard fucking into you. On a better day, you’d be all over this and relishing every moment. But now your eyes were screwed tightly shut in discomfort, for each time you opened them Severus would only be able to see the whites of your eyes. The thumping heartbeat in your ears was deafening and your entire body was stiff and rigid, but not in a good way. You wanted to tough it out so at least Severus could finish, but it was just too much for you tonight. 

You had to tap out.

“Polyjuice!” You squeaked out, your voice raspy.

In an instant, you saw any expression of lust wiped straight from his face. He pulled out the millisecond that the word registered in his head, his face stricken with worry and concern at the first time use of your agreed safe word. Severus’ heart dropped at your whimpers of displeasure, his brain reeling and raking over what had gone wrong. 

“[Y/N], what’s wrong? What happened?” He asked frantically.

“I-I just...”

Shaky breaths and uncomfortable whines were the only noises you could seem to make. You sat up from where you were laying down, bringing your knees to your chest and hiding your face as you began to cry. Your emotions were all over the place, and it didn’t help that you were overstimulated and overworked. Severus went to pull you to him, but withdrew his hand. Upsetting you further would absolutely crush him, but he needed to know that you were okay.

“Can I touch you, darling?” He whispered out.

The yowl of approval was enough for him to feel fine with carefully wrapping his hand under your arm and dragging you across the mattress to where he was kneeling on the middle of the bed. He pulled the covers over your skin to keep you from getting cold from the loss of heat from being active. You buried your head into his bare chest, your tears leaking and falling down his skin. 

“I’m sorry, Sev. I’m really sorry.” You sobbed, your hair sticking to your sweaty skin.

“No, no, no. Don’t ever be sorry for telling me to stop when you’re not comfortable,” He reassured; “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” 

The shake of your head brought relief upon him, but he was still worried. He rocked you in his arms until your sobs died down enough to where you were coherent. Severus was getting ready to ask you once more what was wrong, shifting you so he could see your face. When moving you, his hand accidentally brushed against your swollen, sensitive clit and you wailed out pathetically. Severus’ pale face went even whiter.

“Oh, my love...I worked you too hard, didn’t I?” He queried.

Severus would always admit that sometimes he’d get into the zone and completely drown everything else out. He wouldn’t really be able to tell how hard he was pulling in and out. It was rare, but from time to time you’d have to ask him to soften his thrusts or slow his pace when he got too rowdy. But you had never asked him to stop completely until now. He feared that he had seriously pushed you over the edge this time.

“It’s not just that.” You confessed with a sniff.

Severus had drawn your head back to gaze into your bleary eyes. The tear tracks being swiped away with his thumbs as he cradled your face. 

“What is it then, sweetheart?” He asked with wonder.

A fresh set of salty tears pooled and fell down your cheeks, but for a different reason.

“I’ve had a horrible week. Nothing has gone right,” You explained croakily; “I wanted to make you feel good and I thought it might make me feel better...but I’m just exhausted and I couldn’t handle it tonight.”

You fell apart into another set of choking sobs and gut wrenching cries, prompting Severus to bring you back into his chest. He stroked your skin and left kisses so light that they were ghostly. 

“It’s alright, angel. I wish you had told me before that you weren’t feeling up to it,” He consoled; “You’re worth so much more than sex. I want you to tell me sooner next time if you’re uncomfortable.”

Your nod of understanding offered a wash of comfort over him that you were calming down steadily. He hated that this happened. He knew that was the whole reason for your established safe word for when things went south or things got dicey. He just never thought you’d ever have to use it. He felt absolutely terrible. 

“I’m sorry, Sevvy. I really wanted you to get off, I just-”

“Please don’t apologize for this. This is my fault. I should’ve seen how tired you were and how I was being overly hard,” He said; “I’m the one that should be sorry.”

The sniffles from your nose had increased as you tried to flush down all the drainage from your crying. Your tears had stopped as you sat up from his body, wiping at your cheeks with the back of your hand. The red blotches in your puffy eyes were pinging at Severus’ already guilty conscience. He saw the littered hickeys across your neck and breasts, and how your lips were swollen from his severe kisses. He had rocked your burnt out body to the max.

“I’ll tell you what. How about we go get cleaned up, and then we can get into bed. Then you can tell me about your week if so wish.” He suggested, cautiously guiding you off of the bed.

“I think I just want to get a bath and get some sleep.” You said, barely able to stand on your wobbly legs.

“Okay, darling. Whatever you want.” He smiled softly, hoping it’d offer you some kind of solace. 

Severus ran you a hot bath, filling it with all of your favorite scents and smells. Your stance was still despite your shaking legs, and you seemed to be staring off into an endless trance. You slipped into the tub when it was ready, sinking down just below your nose under the bubbles. Normally, Severus would be sitting across from you or you’d be snuggled up on his lap, but he wanted you to have some space for a bit. You were honestly too tired to object. 

He simply casted a charm to freshen himself up, finding and selecting his favorite pair of sweatpants and soft shirt for you to change into. Your eyes were closed, and you had just begun to drift off to sleep when he re-entered the bathroom, changed into some casual day time wear, despite how late it was.

“Here are some clean clothes for you, pretty girl.” He remarked, setting the folded sweats and shirt on the end of the tub for you to get when you got out.

You only gave a light nod as a response, your eyes following him as he stood awkwardly. He was unsure of what to do for you now. He thought that you might want the bedroom to yourself for the night, which was fine because he wouldn’t be able to sleep knowing he had pushed you so hard anyway. He placed himself on the floor by the tub, sitting with his legs criss crossed over one another. It was quiet in the room, the only sounds were the occasional gentle splash when you moved your leg or arm. His eyes were still full of worry, and he was kicking himself big time now.

“I’m so sorry...” He breathed out, running his fingertips dragging leisurely your damp arm that you had resting on the ledge of the bathtub; “I never meant to hurt you.”

“You didn’t hurt me, Sev. I promise.” You responded, wishing he wouldn’t take this so hard.

When it came to you, Severus took everything to heart. There weren’t many things in the world that made his heart beat with a purpose. You were the single person that allowed him to want to get up in the mornings. The thought of hurting you was enough to break him down. If he could have it his way, you would be indescribably happy with every passing moment of every day. He never wanted you to feel anything other than joy. 

But he knew that life would never allow it.

Your eyebrows dipped when you noticed his attire, wondering why he wasn’t in his own sleepwear. It was much too late for him to go anywhere.

“Where are you going?” You questioned, your voice thick with weary.

“I’m going to go back to the school. I have some grading to do.” He half-lied.

It was true that he did indeed have a stack of papers to be assessed, but that wasn’t the real reason why he felt like he wanted to leave. Severus Snape grading on a Friday night when he had the opportunity to be cuddled up with his lover? He’d choose you every time.

Now you felt bad for causing him to scurry off. You wanted him there with you regardless of what had happened.

“Severus,” You called out tenderly, reaching for his face; “I don’t want you to leave.” 

A genuine look of doubt flashed over his features as his head lulled into your hand.

“I think it would be best if you got some good sleep tonight. I’ll just be in my office so if-”

“Stay with me. Please?” You requested, the thought of sleeping without him was disheartening.

A sigh of awe expelled from his chest. He couldn’t say no to your puppy eyes and slightly pouting lower lip.

“Okay, okay.” He agreed.

“I think that some boyfriend snuggles will make me feel a whole lot better.” You spoke rather cheekily.

He hummed affirmatively. The sound of nestling up with you was impossible to turn down. He took your hand from his face and kissed your palm gingerly, holding the warm skin to his lips for a brief moment. He eventually stood from the floor, but stopped when you held your arms up.

“Help me up?” You asked with the first genuine smile of the evening.

He chuckled, obliging and lifting you effortlessly from the tub. The warm towel was heavenly as you dried off, changing into the clothes that Severus had left for you. Severus went and changed as well, laughing to himself when he exited the closet to see you already curled up. 

The sheets draped over him easily when he laid next to you, waiting for you to nuzzle up to him. He held you close and flush to him, thanking his lucky stars that you were okay.

“My sweet girl...” He hushed out, noting that you were just seconds away from falling asleep; “I love you.” 

You mumbled out a sleepy “I love you” in return before drifting into a deep slumber to snooze off the night’s drama. Severus, as expected, didn’t sleep much that night to ensure that you were sleeping soundly and comfortably. He still felt dreadful, even after you had told him over and over that he didn’t hurt you. The weekend to follow was filled with Severus doting and cherishing over you every chance that he had, trying to make up for what had happened. You were the light of his life after all.

And he prayed that he’d never see that flame go out.

[the-slasher-files]

Hello there! I’m back with another request. Can you write some headcanons of Michael, Jason, Bo and Bubba if their S/O was an artist? I’m an artist and I would love to see their reaction if I showed them one of my latest drawings.

Yay.. ok so I’ve got a few requests for this (from a shy s/o to a confident one) so I kind of mixed them together :) also btw I don’t write for Bubba but I will write for all the others, plus more! hope you enjoy 🔪💕  

MASTERLIST

SLASHERS WITH S/O THAT LOVES TO DRAW OR IS AN ARTIST

INCLUDES JASON, MICHAEL, BO, VINCENT, and CHROMESKULL

JASON VOORHEES

First of all living where you do at the cabin there is so much inspo from deer, to the lake, to changing of the seasons.. It is honestly the best place for an artist

Jason always noticed a black notebook lying around with pens and pencils on every other surface, and you were oddly protective of the book, so he left it alone respecting your boundaries

Sitting with him in the quiet cabin Jason loved the sounds of the pencils scratching along the paper, and he loved to watch the soothing motions of your wrist going to work

Slowly he will become more and more interested in what you're doing and he needs to see. Sneakily inching himself closer to you as you work away and stretching his neck as far as he can, catching a glimpse then feeling guilty

Jason wants to respect you so much but it kills him that you’re not showing him. So when you were in the shower he quickly ran to the book and gently ran his fingers over your work, amazed at how good everything was and how you brought the nature/animals to life in the book from around the camp

Flipping a page then he is met with sketches of himself, with the mask and without, his hands, some of his wounds with the bones sticking out... it was beautiful and he couldn’t look away until you walked into the room pushing him away from the book but seeing his expression made you melt, he loved it so much and slowly brought out confidence in you, making you show him your work all the time

A few times he had brought some art supplies home from a group of teens that came along

One day he came home to canvases all over the floor and red paint splattered all over your old t-shirt Jason freaked out thinking it was blood in the dim lighting, he stepped on your canvases with muddy boots and held you up making you yelp... “Baby it’s just paint”... well now he feels foolish and upset for stepping on your art

The next night he still felt bad but you showed him what you had created from “the incident”... Bright colours framed the bootprint and brought out the muddy tones, some of the canvases had pressed flowers along the details of the print and it was so beautiful Jason immediately hung them on the wall  

Just an fyi he wants to always do crafts with you lol so make sure you help him

MICHAEL MYERS

Now this guy is pretty indifferent to everything but something about your art brings out a new side in him

You can say a lot of things about Michael but you cannot say he isn’t observant, he sees everything and knows everything

Like Jason he notices your many notebooks and various art supplies around the house, but he is far more intrusive than Jason and will rip the notebook from your hands holding your neck if you protest as he flips through it

Watching his face nothing changes, he just scans the pages then throws the notebook down walking away leaving into the night

The next morning notebook, paints, pens, brushes and other supplies litter the kitchen counter... wonder who got those???

Michael loves watching you work on your art, watching your facial expressions, the way the pens run along the paper and how the paint coats the canvases.. oop you just gave him an idea

One night he came home gruesomely cover in blood a little more than extra, and Michael moves above you and the art you are working on, whoops he is dripping blood on the canvas, then smearing it, then moving his knife along it using it as a brush, I guess

You yelled at him at first but watching how he seemed to enjoy the colours mixing together and the way the blood dried was sort of.. cute

You knew Michael had a funny and creative side just by the way he walked into the bedroom one night with a sheet over himself and sunglasses on, and the way he leaves marks on your body in a certain pattern or framing his favourite features of you. Michael’s art was his kill you realized

He really loves your pieces, even though he would never say so and Michael’s favourites were the sketches of himself you did and he would paint blood along them

You weren’t gonna lie it made the portraits more interesting and honestly beautiful, they quickly became your favourites as well

I’m sorry but my horny self just wants to see Michael in an all-black suit at an art gallery admiring the masked portrait of himself covered in blood... sorry but it’s hot lol

BO SINCLAIR      

So Bo is not really observant so it might take him a while to notice the art supplies around the house but even then he thinks it’s just Vincent’s

You will probably have to do just do the art in front of him before he gets that its your art supplies.. man sucks lol

Bo really enjoys your company when he is in the shop, you just sitting there working away in your notebook and him under the hood of his truck

He doesn’t necessarily push to see what you’re drawing but Bo teases, the harder you hide it the harder he teases... “what ya got in there sex drawings?” “Fuck darlin’ let me be your model”

If you don’t want him to see what you’re doing never leave your notebook behind because the man is a snoop in every sense of the word

Bo 100% supports your art even though he isn’t very interested in it and doesn’t really get it, if it makes you happy he will steal supplies from his twin and if victims have notebooks or pens he will bring them to you immediately  

On a day where you decided to spend the day at the shop, sitting on your chair sketching away while Bo was organizing his tools, he kept catching your glances and smirked “Baby, you need somethin?” he would ask smugly.

“Nope” a simple answer not stroking his ego “gonna grab a beer from downstairs you want one?” Bo nods as you make your way to the mini-fridge. Quickly the man strides over to the notebook, opening the page where you had placed your pencil. He knew it, sketches of himself, it makes his ego skyrocket.

“BO!!” pushing him away and he grabs the book holding it just out of your reach smirking “Momma always said I’d be a good model” “Don’t flatter yourself Sinclair, you’re the only man around for miles that doesn’t wear a mask or look like a trash man” you laughed as him smirk fell... run

He honestly loves your art even though Bo gives you a hard time... His favourite thing is falling asleep to the pencil sounds against the paper when you’re laying in bed together

VINCENT SINCLAIR

SAAAAAAME... lol

The man notices right away that he begins to lose his an unused notebook and some of his best art pencils

It made you very nervous to show Vincent what you sketched and painted since he was just so good at art in every way. It was unfair

His favorite thing to do with you is make little sculptures from wax or clay, he could tell you were very creative and good at what you made, and he would always be super supportive

Vincent’s praise and support made you more comfortable with doing your art around him and even showing him. The man loves it and loves all of it

Different from his brother, Vinny respects you a lot and is fine with not looking in your notebook until you’re ready to show him. He hates when people see his unfinished work and flip through his notebooks as well

The good thing about dating him is Vincent’s art stuff is now yours

Also he is a very good teacher, somehow though he cannot talk, Vinny never makes you feel bad about your art and if you need help he is more than happy to support

Art date nights!! Getting the idea from your phone, you lit all the candles and brought down all the paint you could along with the large unused canvases you had found. When Vincent strolls downstairs his eyes go wide, seeing you in just your bra and underwear “I’m ready for art class Vin” you giggle

When he finds your paintings or sketches of himself without his mask Vincent’s heart melts, finding someone like you to love him, let alone see his destroyed features as art kills him

CHROMESKULL

Jesse is a very watchful human, even when he isn’t at home the guy has cameras literally everywhere

When he was gone on a "business trip" you had all the free time in the world, plus you had picked up some new art supplies, so why not work a large piece when Jesse isn't around to distract you... When you had worked on for a few hours you got a text 'How's the painting coming along?' And that's when you realized cameras are everywhere!

If you are a shy person with your art he basically doesn’t allow you to be, he’s a pushy spoiled man but he is also very supportive and it makes you more confident in showing him  

Jesse honestly loves art and has many expensive paintings in his large home, so when he sees your art you better believe he will have Preston frame the art and put it on the walls, with special art gallery lights really making it look perfect

If you need any and I mean any art supplies no matter how expensive Jesse supports it *hands you his gold credit card*

"Oh.. renovations? To the already perfect mansion?" "Yup.. it's your new art studio"

Art, wine and cheese nights... the perfect date

Feeling uninspired? alright time to change the scenery, let’s go to a tropical destination or a wintery cabin. The man wants to spoil you and put your passion at the top of his priority list, plus he just wants a vacation and see you in your swimwear

It doesn't matter if you're shy about your art or confident Jesse will say he is taking you to an event, get you all dolled up and take you to an art gallery event that is just your art... surprise! Dumb rich bastard loves your work and flaunts it to everyone he can

[chuckbass-love]

can i request a super smutty one shot of chris evans and hes obsessed with doing anal and it's the filthiest hottest thing ever ??? i love ur work btw :))

Hi lovely anon, thank you so much for the request and i really apologise for the delay. I’ve been working on a couple other things and obviously Christmas time has been hectic too. However, it’s here now and i hope you love it. Also thank you reading my work, your support means a whole lot and i really appreciate you🥰

A/N: Not written smut in a while so please give feedback as i’m anxious and worried that this is shit. Also, part 5 for Only Love Can Hurt Like This will be out soon. So strap yourselves in for that. 

Disclaimer: My work is not to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language, FILTH, anal fingering, anal intercourse, oral (f, receiving), vaginal fingering and daddy kink. 18+

Word Count: 3,054

GIF NOT MINE!!! Credit to @myimaginesworld go check them out❤️

New Obsession

If you were to tell the truth about how you felt a week ago, then it would be that anal made you nervous. Well, not anymore.

You’ve been with Chris for around a year now, which to many wouldn’t seem like a long time but to the two of you, it feels like a lifetime.

He had a way of automatically putting you at ease with everything. Especially in the bedroom or whenever it came to opening up emotionally and even now, that’s still the case.

He treats you like a queen. 

Last week whilst the pair of you were lounging around his Massachusetts home with Dodger nestled in between your legs as you lay in between Chris’s legs. He randomly asked you some rather explicit questions.

Ones mostly about your ass and what you’d let him do to it. It started off with him asking about eating your ass, playing with it and then eventually he asked if you’d ever have anal sex with him,

The mere thought had your puckered hole clenching and your tight cunt slowly starting to drip with your honey like arousal. Yeah sure, you were terrified but you’d always been curious and wanted to explore new territory with him. 

You love him and you trust him with your life so you agreed to try.

And after a nice romantic meal, a lot of wine on your part, beer on his. You ended up kissing on the couch. It started off very slow until he stood up with you in his arms, carrying you to the master bedroom. The journey there was spent with his large hand splaying across your soft globes, squeezing them aggressively like he just couldn’t wait to have his filthy way with you.

That night was certainly crazy to say the least. You were a little sore after which only led to Chris kissing you on your delicate hole a couple times and running you a bubble bath.

He’s the king of after care with you. Always checking in with you before, during and after to see if you enjoyed it. The last thing he’d ever want is for you to be in pain or danger.

Since that night though, you’ve been doing it whenever you can. It’s like an addiction. The feel of his huge cock pushing into your forbidden and tight hole is something you can never even begin to explain. It just feels incredible. Plus your little cunt gets extremely excited at all of the attention. Chris tends to rub at your bundle of nerves or even dip his fingers into your honey pot, 3 at once. He says he never wants your pussy to be left untouched.

But like you’ve said. It’s like an addiction to you both. In fact, he’s crazy for it. 

The grunts that leave his mouth always have you keening for him to go deeper and deeper inside of you. Every inch of him.

Tonight is no exception.

You had a lovely day at his parent’s house. Lisa cooked a gorgeous lunch and all of Chris’ siblings visited with their kids and partners. 

You and Scott spent the entire day laughing and joking about the many times you scared Chris. It’s like a running joke in this family plus Chris hates being scared. He calls himself the master of scaring people so when the tables are turned he gets this huge need to get them back.

Whenever Chris is horny or desperate for you, he has his ways of letting you know without actually saying the words. 

For example.

You were helping Lisa with some of the last minute prep for lunch by taking stuff out of the oven and placing it onto dishes to then put on the table.

Chris was sat at the kitchen island, sipping on a beer. Well, he was practically gulping it down. You were in the kitchen also.

Lisa asked if you could take the quiche out of the oven and leave it on the cooling rack. Chris’s eyes followed your ass as you bent over. Something you had anticipated to happen since he’s an ass man and your ass in particular drives him insane.

You turned around to place it on the cooling rack and that’s when you saw his flushed cheeks. His eyes full of hunger and lust. Animalistic even.

Before you left to go to his parent’s house, he was begging for you to ride him quickly.

“It’ll only be a quick one, just wanna feel that ass around my cock again”

His whining was more than tempting and now, since you rejected his offer, he was so close to taking you upstairs into his old childhood room to ram into you.

But instead. Lunch was served and he didn’t have the time. 

Hours had passed until eventually it was time to go. Lisa gave you some of the leftover quiche since Chris enjoyed it so much and the two of you got into the car with you in the driving seat this time. 

“You’re such a fuckin tease baby” he slurred

“And why’s that?” you asked, feigning innocence as you started driving. With his house not being far from his parent’s house, the journey was only around 10 minutes, not even that.

He never responded to you, just smirked as he sat back in his seat.

The moment you got home however, he was all over you like a rash. You shut the front door and locked it just before he pushed you into it. 

Your cheek squished against the cold door.

“Chris” you squealed, he didn’t respond though.

You felt his body lower until you were pretty sure he was on his knees, lifting your sundress up and hooking his thick digits into your soaked panties. He yanked them down and tapped your legs for you to step out of them. 

“There they are. God i’ve missed this pretty little asshole and oh my, look at this soaked cunt. All for me, huh baby?” you knew that he was well aware of the kind of effect he had on you and your body but he still liked confirmation from your mouth.

“Yes, daddy. It’s all for you. Please” 

Whenever you’re around Chris and about to have sex, you find yourself turning into this pathetic woman who is literally his whore. You crave his touch. You crave the feel of his cock ploughing into you so hard that you forget your own name and he loves how hungry you get.

He stood up then, his eyes dancing over your body, the only thing wrong with the view was that you had clothes on. He soon changed that, stripping you completely before getting back down onto his knees.

Which is how you got here. 

Your one leg is over his shoulder and your fingers are tangled up in his hair that was once styled. 

“Fuck. Daddy. Yes. Just. Like. That” your breathing is heavy and your heart is beating rapidly. His fingers working wonders inside of you whilst his mouth is sucking on your clit.

You’re on the cusp of yet another mind blowing orgasm from just his fingers and mouth alone. He’s already had you messing all over his fingers once but clearly once wasn’t enough if he’s trying to draw another from you.

He’s always been greedy like that.

“Come on baby, i know you got another one in you, give it to me” his fingers start to curl ever so slightly, pressing at that spot inside a couple more times before you’re falling.

Your cum sliding down his digits beautifully. Just the way he likes.

Before you even have the chance to speak, he’s spinning you back around and spreading your ass cheeks to reveal his new obsession.

Seconds later his tongue is pressed against it, circling too. 

You shiver at the sensation, your back arches and your hands rest either side of the door frame. In hopes that it’ll steady you.

“There she is, my little whore”

You bite down on your bottom lip as your eyes roll to the back of your head. There’s no point in trying to hold back the moans anymore and with one final lick to your eager hole you let out a loud pornographic style moan. 

With Chris, it’s always hard to hold back and he knows that. There’s been so many times when he’s tested you, fucking you in public areas. But the worst one was when you were in his L.A home.

Lisa came to visit at the very beginning of your relationship. You went for some nice lunch and then dinner which was courtesy of your excellent cooking. 

Chris put her up for the weekend and boy did he choose that night to initiate some pretty filthy sex. 

You were lying on your stomach and trying to sleep when you felt his hands wondering. Then all of a sudden he’s spitting on his cock for lube, stroking it a couple times before sliding into your pussy with ease. All thanks to your permanent need for him.

The way he fucked you that night was most certainly sinful to say the least. His room being next door to the guest room where his mother was sleeping. You’re surprised she didn’t say something the next day. Chris had to keep pushing your head into the pillow to muffle your pleasure filled screams.

“So eager for my cock i see but not so fast baby. Gotta get you ready first” the raspiness of his voice makes everything ten times hotter and you can quite literally feel him inside of you without it being a reality.

He stands up and his finger starts to circle before he slowly pushes it in, taking his time to prepare you for another one of his thick digits. 

They glide across the walls inside.

One more is added and another until your ass is stretched out nicely.

He continues to work you over, scissoring his fingers too. Despite doing it a lot already, preparation is key with anal.

“Think you’re ready?”

“Please, i need it” you mewl

He lowers his head so that his mouth is just by your ear and his breath fans your skin “yeah, need it huh? Need daddy’s cock deep inside this tight ass of yours?” 

You nod your head aggressively, you couldn’t look more keen if you tried. 

“How bad you need it baby, tell me. Tell daddy like a good girl” he whispers, his cologne filling your nose and intoxicating you more than ever as his hand reaches in front to rub at your sensitive clit. 

“Please, daddy. I need your cock in my ass. I need it so much” 

Before you got with Chris, dirty talk wasn’t necessarily something you even thought about during sex but he introduced you to that world. And what a world it is. It seemed as though, the more you did it, the dirtier you got. 

Nicknames were thrown around, more kinks were even explored and you became the pinnacle of a mans dream. Woman in the streets, freak in the sheets.

Such a princess to the public. But for Chris. You’re a whore. Only for him though.

“Beg for it baby” he insists, his fingers press down harder as he rubbing pace quickens.

You can feel the tip of his huge size poking at your hole. Just a push and it’ll be forcing it’s way inside of you, stretching you out even more than his fingers did and filling you up in the best way.

“Daddy, give it to me. Stuff my ass full of your cock please. I need it”

“Such a good girl, my good girl. S’fucking tight baby” the pair of you hiss as he begins to push into you, tearing that sweet ass open.

He’s always loved how tight your ass is and if he had it his way, his cock would remain seated inside of you all day every day. Where it belongs. With your peachy ass cheeks adding to the incredible view.

Every time he fucks you from behind, he spoils you with spanking after spanking, not letting up until your ass is sore and it stings to touch. Luckily, you love it, always begging for more.

And tonight is no different.

His hands rest on both globes, rubbing and kneading before eventually lifting off and smacking back down, earning a gasp from your mouth.

With every inch, he gets closer and closer to bottoming out until before you know it, he’s seated deep inside of your ass.

His fingers find your pussy immediately, sliding inside with no time to waste and then it starts. His thrusting. Slow at first of course.

Gradually getting faster and faster.

“Feel me deep in that fuckin ass huh? My little cock whore. Love getting fucked in this ass baby?” the pure filth leaving his mouth has your clit throbbing under his thumb.

“Answer daddy when he speaks to you” he mutters, spanking your ass and gripping your face with one hand and forcing you to turn your head a bit more so that you’re looking at him “sorry daddy” you pout, face flushed just like his was earlier at lunch.

“And?”

“Feels so good with your cock fucking my ass like that, i need it deeper” you cry out, waiting for his pace to change. His hips snap against your skin as he presses you back into the door with his hand tangled in your hair. 

He pulls on it harshly causing you to wince in pain. It all adds to the earth shattering pleasure though, you love when he gets like this. 

Ever since you first tried anal last week, he’s turned into this animal. He wants to fuck your ass mercilessly whenever he can. Whenever it’s possible and it’s times like these when he’s glad his house is away from others. He can fuck you as hard and as rough as he likes and your moans won’t be heard by anyone. Absolute bliss.

“That’s it baby, take daddy’s cock like the whore you are. Take it deep” he draws the last word out, his breathing hitches and so does yours as you choke on a moan.

“Take. It”

One smack to your ass cheeks.

“My filthy anal loving whore”

Two smacks to your ass cheeks.

“I always secretly knew you’d love this and i was right. Such a dirty little girl for her daddy, aren’t you?” His fingering pace picks up, ramming into you with such vigor as his cock slows down into hard and rough thrusts.

“Let me hear those sweet noises baby, don’t hide them from me. Sing it for daddy, let me know how good i make you feel”

Your back arches and your face lifts off of the door, head falling back to rest on his chest “please, i’m gonna cum, don’t stop i need it” your desperate whimpers are enough to have him ploughing into your ass harder and faster, his grunts, growls and cursing lets you know how close he is to his own earth shattering orgasm.

“Is daddy’s little girl gonna cum too, huh? Gonna cum with daddy, all over my fingers baby as i spill my cum into your ass again. Like last time?”

“Yes daddy, please, i need it. Give me your cum” 

“Such a beg, god you feel so fucking good. Can feel that cunt clenching round my fingers. Cumming baby? Huh, gonna cream all over my fingers like the whore you are?”

All you can muster is a pathetic nod and a whine. You’re so close now.

And just like that, with a couple more thrusts in both holes. You clamp down on his cock and fingers, your clit pulsating again as you cum with a shaky sob of his name.

And of course with your pleasure, his is spurred on. You can feel him twitch and spasm inside as he chokes your name out too. Spilling his hot seed into your ass.

“So fucking good” his heart is beating, you feel it as you lay your head on his chest.

“My good girl, taking it like a pro. I’ll never grow tired of that”

He slowly pulls out, making his way to the bathroom and taking your hand so that you can follow him.

Once there, you get this sudden wave of confidence.

“I already miss your cock inside of me” he runs a wash cloth underneath the hot tap for a couple seconds, before using it to clean himself up. He starts running a bath too but you don’t want one.

You want him.

“I guess we’ll just have to do it again after our bath then won’t we?” he wraps his hand around your wrist, tugging you close so that you’re flush against him.

“What if i don’t want a bath?”

He raises his eyebrows at you in question.

“You want me to fuck your ass again?”

Now that he’s saying it out loud, you feel a tinge of embarrassment.

“Come here and sit on this fucking cock then baby, daddy would hate to disappoint you”

So you do exactly that, he doesn’t have to tell you twice.

“You’re only fuelling the flame baby”

“I don’t know what you mean” your innocence shining through as you turn your head to look at him through your batting eyelashes.

“This ass of yours, you know what it does to me, having my cock buried inside of it. It’s my new obsession” he starts, caressing your cheek before gliding his hand across your body “now. Show daddy how you bounce on his cock”

It would be your pleasure.

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Drunk Texting Is(n’t) Bad for Your Health- Chapter Two

Series Summary: Talk about your unconventional meet-cute! Bucky receives a text by mistake requesting he prove he's not Reader's sister. The easy dialogue between Reader and Bucky sparks a natural friendship, but could it lead to more? Bucky still deems himself unworthy of any form of affection or love. Reader is hellbent to prove him wrong. With the help of some (meddling) friends along the way, Bucky may get his happily-ever-after after all.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 2921

Warnings: bad language words, blink and you’ll miss the angst, just some fluff

A/N: divider credit- @firefly-graphics

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You awoke with a start, feeling as if you were late for work or something important and forgot to set your alarm. Your heart beat an erratic tattoo against your ribcage. Scrambling for your cell phone, you blindly reached across the side table near your bed in a panic. Unplugging the phone, you brought the device an ungodly closeness to your face. It was only 6:17. On Saturday.

Your pulse throbbed behind your eyeballs, and a strange stickiness coated the inside of your mouth. Did you drink that much last night?

How could you not? Timmons was a fair boss, and you enjoyed your job, but that dude loved the sound of his own voice.

The quarterly business dinners were mandatory for all employees, even for the P.A.s. Typically, they weren’t so bad, but last night, Timmons felt the need to toot his own horn for landing a massive contract with Stark Industries slash The Avengers. He went on and on about how great it was for the firm.

He was like a giant kid in a candy store with his ramblings. ‘We will be promoting the face of The Avengers and everything that goes with it,’ he spouted off like the firm was god’s gift to public relations.

You groaned at the reminder of last night’s presentation. The contract wasn’t even in effect yet, and you were sick of the Earth’s Mightiest Heroes. Timmons could be a real buzz kill.

Rolling to your back, you brought your phone up to tap the screen to read the emails you received overnight. On display was a text from 11:04 by someone named James. It read: “Goodnight, (Y/N).”

Your mind went back to last night again, trying to recall who this James was. He must be significant if you plugged his contact information into your phone already. Had you met someone last night?

Drawing a blank, you clicked on the text bubble to pull up the thread. Briefly scanning through the numerous texts, everything came rushing back. In an attempt to text your sister, Robyn, you mistakenly texted this mysterious, James.

You felt like an utter buffoon when you learned he wasn’t Robyn. You always did have a way with the cute boys. Probably why you were single. You groaned out loud as you read on.

You im safely inside my apartment. Pretty sure no one followed me home

James Did you triple check the lock on the front door?

You yes dad yeesh

James There are a lot of bad people out there. Just want to make sure you’re safe.

You sounds like you watch the news too much but its sweet of u to care

James I know from experience.

You r u the bad guy or have u been the one mugged?

James Let’s just say I have friends that have dealt with the bad things of the world.

You right i almost forgot ur a military-trained assassin athlete mchottie

James Did you ever send your sister a text?

You shit thanks for reminding me i have such a crazy story to tell her

James Only good things, I hope.

You oh yeah all the good things an enigmatic yet handsome stranger cares more about my safety than any of my ex-boyfriends ever did.

James My ma raised me right.

You id say

James_ I hate to cut this short, but I think you need your rest. Especially if you’re meeting your sister tomorrow._

You i dont want to agree but ur probably right

You whats ur name btw?

James My name? Why? Do you plan to continue texting me after tonight?

You duh ur fun to talk to

James Oh.

You or not its cool if u dont want to

James It’s James.

You nice to meet u james im (y/n)

James Nice to meet you as well.

You my sister just texted me back and were still meeting at 9 i should go 

You goodnite james

James Goodnight, (Y/N).

Oh. My. God. Had you seriously drunk-flirted with a stranger and offered to keep texting him? You had no shame with a few drinks in you.

You brought a hand up to pinch the bridge of your nose and sighed loudly.

What did you know of this James? He had a New York area phone number. Check. He could have been a real dick about your mistake but wasn’t. Understanding. Check. He worried about you getting home safely in your inebriated state. Caring. Check. Not too forthcoming with the nine to five. Secretive. Check. His mouth looked so soft and plush, and his eyes were made to drown in. Gorgeous. Check.

A heat simmered beneath your skin as you recounted the shortlist you’d made. Were you lusting over someone you’d exchanged less than forty texts with? Had you somehow woken back up in high school?

Shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you stared at the screen displaying the message thread. Were you really considering this? You nodded your head to answer your own question. Where was the harm in a little shameless flirting? If worse came to worst, you could always block him.

With your mind made up, you began typing into your phone, constructing an apology.

You Good morning! First off, I want to apologize for the way I behaved over text last night.

You Though, I do like to imbibe in the occasional drink or two, I am, by no means, a lush.

You Please take everything I said with a grain of salt. Apparently, I get loose-lipped and cheeky with free wine. 😐

You Again, I’m sorry and understand if you wanted to cease our correspondence for my behavior.

You blew out a breath and tossed your phone aside. It was up to fate now and a stranger named James.

You laid in your bed for several minutes staring at the ceiling, contemplating between whether to send a ‘haha just kidding’ text and what the weather would be like, so you could forego shaving your legs in the shower today.

Your phone chimed during the pondering of hair removal, indicating a new text. You knew it was James proclaiming you a freak and to forget his number, but secretly, you hoped it was Robyn canceling today.

Seizing the phone from your mattress top, your heart’s beat increased with each second you went without looking at the screen. Finding the courage, you flipped the device over to read the message.

James Quite the formal apology, Ms. Professor.

You smiled at the text. It didn’t tell you to pound sand or eat shit. No, it was teasing and in jest. You sighed in relief.

You Cease our correspondence too much?

James No, no it was perfect if this was 1863, and you were breaking up with me via telegraph.

You Stop!

James Exactly! ‘Never speak to me again!’ Stop. ‘It’s not you, it’s me.’ Stop.

A belly laugh disrupted the tranquil air of your bedroom. You quickly thumbed out a reply once you caught your breath.

You You’re incorrigible.

James I’m glad to see you are using proper capitalization and punctuation this morning.

You Ha!

You When you are buzzed and/or tipsy, capitals and periods be damned. Like you’re so perfect when you’re drunk.

James We all have our flaws.

Was he implying he was a sloppy texter when drunk, too? You shrugged it off as him being cryptic again.

You What are you doing up so early on a Saturday? I didn’t wake you, did I?

You were suddenly stricken with guilt. You should have waited for a more reasonable hour to send out rapid-fire apology texts. Not at 6:36 in the morning. You didn’t want last night’s behavior hanging over you, though. Better to clear the air now than later. You could always ask for forgiveness again if you had disturbed his sleep.

James I had just gotten back from my run when I saw your texts. I have training this morning.

You Oh, right. For your hush-hush, super top secret mission/quidditch game.

You You ever gonna tell me what you really do?

James_ Maybe. Someday._

How far away was someday? Was he planning to text you until you both died or until he got bored? How did texting relationships even work?

You Or is it one of those situations where if you told me you’d have to kill me?

James 😈

You There you go again--being all mysterious.

James Keep ‘em guessing and coming back for more.

You Has that strategy worked well for you in the past?

James Got you to text me again this morning, didn’t it?

You scoffed at what he had suggested. He was correct, but your stubborn streak would deny everything.

You The only reason I texted you this morning was to apologize for acting like a drunken fool last night.

And to squash the curiosity burning in your veins. But he didn’t need to know that.

James Oh.

The reply caused you to furrow your brow and your stomach to drop. You regretted not adding more levity to your last text. Of course, it wasn’t the only reason you were drawn to him.

You I appreciate that the selfie you sent wasn’t a dick pic. And you genuinely seemed to care about me getting home safely. Thank you.

You And maybe- a teeny, tiny bit- is honestly interested in getting to know you better.

You waited on pins and needles for his text, watching the pulsing ellipsis on your screen. Was he just humoring you?

James Hook. Line. Sinker.

Reading his response generated a flush from your jaw to your hairline. You growled in embarrassment. You fell for the oldest trick in the book. He baited you for a compassionate answer, and you delivered beautifully. Hook, line, and sinker, indeed.

You You’re an ass. I take everything back.

James Don’t be mad. I wasn’t sure how it was going to go, but you played into my trap wonderfully.

James If it makes you feel any better, all kidding aside, I want to get to know you better too.

James I fell asleep with a smile on my face last night and woke up with one this morning.

James Because of you, (Y/N).

A flutter broke apart in your chest. You hadn’t time-traveled back to high school; no, this was junior high territory.

You You’re lucky you’re so damn charming, James.

James Doll, you have no idea.

The subway ride into Manhattan usually gave you the chance to get a little reading in since it took nearly fifty minutes from Queens. Not today, though. You spent the entirety of the train ride texting back and forth with James. It was mundane stuff, but you were getting a grasp of who James was as a person.

You Favorite color?

James Black. You?

You Blue.

You Favorite ice cream flavor?

James Chocolate. Yours?

You Ben & Jerry’s Cherry Garcia.

James I didn’t realize we were getting specific.

You We weren’t, but that’s my favorite.

You Favorite movie?

James I like the classics- The Wizard of Oz, It’s A Wonderful Life, Frankenstein.

You I have too many to list, so don’t ask.

You Okay. Lightning round because I’m almost to my stop.

James Where are you going again?

You paused your reply for a brief second, wondering if you should divulge your destination. You’d known James less than twenty-four hours; although, it felt like weeks after this morning. Where was the harm in telling him where you were meeting your sister? There were nearly nine million people in this city. There was no way you’d ever bump into each other.

You A bakery in the Upper East Side called Two Little Red Hens. Ever been?

James Don’t think I have.

You Well, since you like chocolate, they have a fantastic cake called Brooklyn Blackout. Super rich but delicious.

James Sounds right up my alley.

You Cats or dogs?

James I’m gone too much, so cats.

The answer piqued your interest. Maybe he was an athlete. Wouldn’t it be practice and not training, though? Or he’s FBI or CIA.

You Socks on or off for sleeping?

James Off.

You Silver or gold?

James Silver.

You Morning, noon, or night?

James Night.

You How do you take your coffee?

James Room for sugar and creamer.

You Boxers or briefs?

James Boxer briefs.

You laughed out loud, looking around the subway car to see if anyone was paying attention to you. Per usual, they weren’t.

You Touché.

As soon as the train stopped, you gathered your purse close to your body and made for the exit. You followed the crowd of fellow passengers through the turnstile and ascended the stairs onto street level.

The morning sunlight caressed your skin like a warm blanket. The humidity wasn’t too bad, yet, but the threat of afternoon thunderstorms still hung in the air.

Even with the reasonably early hour, the sidewalk was stuffed with people, carrying to-go coffee cups or shopping bags. You fought for your little spot of real estate on the grimy concrete.

Stopping at a red traffic light, waiting to cross, you typed out another question for James.

You Pineapple on pizza--yay or nay?

The light changed as you finished, and the throng of pedestrians around you guided you across the street. You spotted Robyn outside the bakery as your phone dinged with a new text alert.

“Wow, I’m surprised you made it on time,” Robyn said as you hugged hello.

You looked at the clock on your phone. 8:58. “You and me both, sister.” Glancing back at your phone’s screen, you giggled.

James What kind of monster puts pineapple on their pizza??

“What’s so funny?” Robyn asked as you accompanied her through the bakery’s door.

With a grin on your face, you punched out a quick reply:

You Well, it was nice knowing you, James. It was a swell friendship while it lasted--a whole 11 ½ hours.

Robyn elbowed you softly in the ribs with a look on her face, seeking an explanation.

“Ow,” you grunted. “What?”

“You tell me. I half expected a zombie to walk through the doors today after your text last night. Not Suzie Sunshine.”

You both edged closer to the counter as the line in front of you dwindled.

James Say it ain’t so, doll! Pineapple on pizza? Really??

You let out a low chortle as you skimmed the text. You glimpsed up at Robyn as you shuffled forward in line again. “Believe me, I’m pretty hungover,” you replied, shoving your phone in your back pocket. “It’s a funny story. I’ll tell you everything when we sit.”

Robyn stared at you warily, still trying to figure out what had come over you. “Okay,” she conceded, stepping to the register to order.

With each of you supplied with an iced coffee and a peach ginger scone, you found an empty table by a window along 2nd Avenue and proceeded to tell Robyn about James.

When you stopped to catch your breath, remembering the whirlwind the last twelve hours had been, you peered at your sister for her reaction.

She stared at you like you’d grown a second head. She shook her head in disbelief. “(Y/N), what where you thinking?”

Your brow pinched in confusion. Was she actually scolding you? You crossed your arms over your chest. “I was thinking about how my big sister is always telling me to meet new people and how it’s time I thought about settling down.”

“Not like this it’s not,” she hissed. “This is how your body parts end up in someone’s freezer!”

You choked on the piece of scone you shoved in your mouth before she started ridiculing you. After coughing to clear your airway and taking a sip of your iced coffee, you leered at Robyn. “Oh, my god! Dramatic much? Have you been binge-watching Dateline again? Jesus Christ, Robyn, he’s harmless,” you countered.

“You think you’ll be so careful, but you’ll let one little detail slip, and he’ll find you,” Robyn said before taking a pull from her coffee.

“You mean, like, how I was meeting you at Two Little Red Hens at nine o’clock?”

Robyn’s mouth popped open in an O. “What the hell, (Y/N)?” she stage-whispered. “Are you trying to get yourself kidnapped and sold into sex trafficking?”

“Please,” you drew out in one long syllable. “He doesn’t know what I look like. How would he snatch me?”

“He could look you up on Facebook.”

“Without a last name?” You shook your head, no.

“What about a reverse search on your number?” Robyn asked, pushing the plate holding her scone away. “That’s a thing.”

“Perhaps, but it seems like a lot of effort for a mistake I made. It wasn’t like he was seeking me or anyone else out.”

Robyn huffed out a breath and folded her arms in exasperation. Always the protective big sister. You could tell you were breaking her down, though.

“C’ mon, Robbie. It’s all in innocent fun. I’m not saying I’m hoping he’ll turn out to be Mr. Right, but the banter is fun,” you remarked. “James is charming and witty and nice to talk to.”

Robyn shook her head once more, frowning. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

You reached across the table for her hand and squeezed gently. “Me too.” You smiled slyly, remembering last night’s dinner and Timmons gushing about The Avengers. “If not, I know how to get ahold of a couple of centenarians who know chivalry isn’t dead.”

Chapter One | Chapter Three

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