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lemissingmask · 1 year

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[ID: Sketch of Redemption-era Parker standing some distance behind Eliot, who has messy hair and is deeply shadowed, the part of his face that is lit up showing blood spatter on his face. End ID]

Day 8: Dissociation

Parker cautiously approaching Eliot after he's had a moment of complete dissociation and killed a lot of people.

Ficlet below the cut (the final part of a 3-part fic that will develop in reverse over the month)

- Parker watched the silhouetted form of Dr Paul as he tied the boat to some angular shape at the base of the steep rocky beach. He was lit up dimly by the lights from the building a few yards inland, and by the frustratingly beautiful moon. Behind her, the ocean was vast and dark, and the deep shadows on the boat itself made it feel like standing on nothingness. In a moving abyss beneath the clear, cold night sky.

They had shut off the lights of the boat as they neared the island, Paul carefully directing the boat in as Parker watched for the rocks.

They had to evade detection. If they were seen now, it was all over. Element of surprise lost, and with it probably Eliot too. They could maybe escape, but they'd never get a chance like this again.

The sound of Breanna typing broke the calm, gentle lapping of the waves and the soft tapping of the boat against the shore. She was working to get access to the building's security system now they were within range. Close enough for her to sneak inside their system. Get a map of the building and views into the cameras.

From the boat, she would guide Parker and Paul inside and to wherever Eliot was being held, and help them get back out.

Breanna was working as fast as she could, but it was taking so long. It was already past midnight, and they needed to be in and out before dawn.

Paul had returned to the boat, taking a seat and waiting, both he and Parker with eyes fixed on the building. Shrouded in part by a small band of trees and the steep rocky shore, but visible, lit up against the dark sky.

The wind through the trees made it look as though the lights were moving, and maybe people within them, but it was an illusion messing with Parker's already on-edge mind.

Breanna's hushed cry of victory drew their attention, but when they turned, her expression had fallen. Not to despair. To shock.

“I…” she started, her voice cracking on the word, “I don’t think Eliot needs rescuing…” She turned the laptop around, hands shaking as she held it out for them to see.

Camera feeds, cycling through, four on the screen at a time.

In several, there were forms, people. Propped against walls, strewn across floors, over tables. None moving, though dancing shadows and flickering lights in some made it seem as if they might be. Parker wanted to think they were unconscious, just knocked out, but the staring, unseeing, eyes of at least two suggested otherwise. Not to mention the dark spots, patches, on the chests or heads of many that could only be blood.

She took a slow breath, trying to suppress the feelings of intense sadness spreading through her, and turned to Paul, “Let’s go.”

The doctor nodded, “Breanna, you should go below. No lights, not even your laptop.”

Why?

Breanna didn’t ask, Parker knew.

If Eliot had lost control, if he wasn’t himself and he slipped past them, found a boat to escape on, it would be better if he didn’t see anyone onboard. The controls were all above deck. Someone could hide and not be found below.

As they climbed up the beach and reached the more even ground, getting closer to the building, Parker realised that what she had thought were lights on in the building were flames. Flickering, glowing, some orange, some a strange, purple hue.

The whole building was slowly going up in flames.

With the dancing shadows and uneven light, Parker almost failed to see the lone figure stood in front of the building. The only thing in that scene that seemed not to move.

Paul stopped and held up a hand, fist closed, just like Eliot did to make them stop.

“Go ahead,” he whispered, “I’ll shadow you, and move in if necessary.”

At her questioning glance, he smiled kindly, “Eliot told me you understand him in a way no one else does. I think you’re the best person to get through to him right now.”

She nodded, and maybe she looked afraid because he added the reassurance, “I’ll be right there. I won’t let him hurt you or himself.”

Parker could see why Eliot liked this Dr Paul so much. He sounded confident, he sounded safe and reassuring and like he was willing to understand.

And Eliot trusted him so she would too.

She slowly moved closer.

Eliot didn’t move at all as Parker approached him, slowly crossing the space between the shore and the hitter, but she saw the slight increase in tension when she was within four feet, and so there she stopped.

He was facing away, towards the slowly burning building, but he was aware of her presence. Maybe of Paul's too. She could sense him just beyond her, veiled by thick shadow.

There was something wrong with the way Eliot stood. She couldn’t define what it was, but it made her nervous. Absurdly nervous. Her throat felt raw and her heart beat faster. A fear she had never known around Eliot before - the sense of a threat.

It was nonsense.

Eliot had never - would never - harm her.

So she took another step. Another two steps.

Close enough now that even in the darkness she could see the red spattered over his skin and clothes. A shirt too big. It wasn't his. General, cheap fabric...a guard's shirt probably.

One more step, and Eliot turned, too quick for her to register what was happening before he had almost got a hand over the back of her neck.

At the same time, Paul appeared from nowhere, got between Parker and Eliot, but Eliot had faltered before reaching either of them, and he stumbled unsteadily back.

His eyes were unfocused, but he seemed to catch sight of her and his gaze fixed on her's.

“Parker,” Eliot’s voice cracked on the second syllable, and he swallowed, winced and looked away.

“You can’t be here,” he said quietly, voice a mere whisper. She understood why, and what he meant.

Eliot was not in full control of himself.

He was dangerous.

“We’re not leaving here without you, Eliot.”

He shook his head, and turned back to the building, seeing not only the crumbling structure but no doubt the gore that lay within. The aftermath of what Eliot could do. The violence he was capable of, even now.

Parker knew that the torture he had been through must have dredged up memories. All that past that would always torment him.

She also knew he was on the edge, his control faltering, he awareness unsteady.

“You won’t hurt us, Eliot,” she didn’t move any closer, kept herself out of the invisible boundary that defined a threat, “I know you won’t hurt any of us.”

“You don’ know that, Parker,” he rasped.

“Yes, I do. I trust you,” she replied firmly, “We trust you.”

He shook his head, matted hair and the blood in it catching in the light of the burning building.

How long before emergency services turned up?

“Eliot,” she took one step closer, “It’s over. Come back now.”

For a second he tensed, but his hands were shaking, and the tension ebbed away.

He still didn’t turn back to her as he asked, “Hardison keepin’ tabs?”

“Always.”

“We need to wipe their data.”

“Breanna can…”

“No,” he said sharply, then softened back to that uneasy rasp, “I don’ want…they recorded it. Their experiments.”

Parker nodded.

Breanna might look at the files, and Eliot didn’t want Breanna witnessing that torture.

Hardison knew not to look if Eliot asked him not to. He could rein in his curiosity because he trusted that if Eliot told him not to look it was for a good reason. Over long years of working together, that trust had been built, developed, honed into something unseen and beautiful.

Hardison couldn’t hear them.

Too far for comms.

But he was monitoring in whatever way he could, and he knew they had set out to rescue Eliot. They had all his attention now.

Keeping her eyes on Eliot, Parker pulled out her phone, and looked away just long enough to send an email, one quick form of communication she knew would reach Hardison all the way up in the exosphere.

Eliot says we need to wipe all data here can u do it? Bad guys recorded everything and he doesnt want any1 seing

The last she typed without looking, her attention pulled up as a large part of the burning building crashed in on itself. Logically, she knew no one was left alive in there, but she chose not to think about that. Eliot was thinking about it enough for them both.

Her phone vibrated, lit up, and Eliot suddenly tensed, his posture changed, aware of the threat. Parker practically felt Paul tense beside her, reading to intercept if Eliot tried to attack again.

“Hardison’s emailed back,” she said, holding up the phone, and as he looked over at her, she caught a flash of genuine, open fear on his features.

Parker looked back to the phone, hid the tears that expression forced into her eyes behind her fringe, and focused on Hardison’s words.

On it. I can piggyback onto Breanna’s connection and get access. You just gotta stay in range for about ten more minutes. Let you know when it's done. Take care of our boy xx

She would, if she was able. He sure as hell needed it. Eliot had been gone for seventeen days, spanning across Christmas and New Year’s…

She swallowed down the wave of fury, an anger that no longer had an outlet since the perpetrators were definitely dead, and put away her phone.

“Hardison’s working on it,” she said, looking back to Eliot was still stood, watching the building in silence, “He’ll get rid of all their data.”

Silence.

“Eliot, we need to go.”

“Who’s here?”

“Me, Breanna, and Dr Paul,” she replied.

Eliot frowned, “Paul?”

“Yeah, Dr Not-Dead-Paul.”

“I know who…” he winced, shook his head, and scanned the darkness until he eventually seemed to manage to focus on the third person standing there.

Paul smiled at him, “Hola.”

Eliot nodded, not managing a smile in return, looking caught between pain and confusion.

“Ready to get out of here?”

“We have a boat,” Parker added when Eliot looked around as if searching for something, “Just over there. So come with us?”

After a too long pause, he inclined his head.

“Can you walk?” Paul asked, moving an inch closer.

Eliot frowned, then raised an arm, his hand almost hidden under the cuff of the too long sleeve. Paul moved in and ducked under, wrapping an arm around his waist to help take his weight. At a look, a familiar and properly Eliot, glance from her hitter, Parker moved in to help on his other side.

Together they half-carried him across to the shoreline, stumbling unsteadily over the uneven rocky beach, and unceremoniously managing to get themselves all into the boat.

“Where’s Breanna?”

“Cabin below deck,” Parker replied.

Eliot nodded, “How long we got?”

“At least fifteen minutes.”

“Enough time for you to drink this,” Paul handed Eliot a bottle of water, “And let me take a look at your injuries.”

At first, Eliot obliged, sitting down and opening the water as Paul got out his first aid kit and a torch. But then Parker moved, not needed for this and feeling in the way, and he tried to stand.

“Parker! Wait,” he held out a shaking hand and withdrew it quickly, “S-stay. Stay where I can see you. Please.”

That word with almost exactly the same intonation as his plea for her not to ask him what he did for Moreau, and with the same heartbreaking effect.

Just like then, she nodded with tears in her eyes.

If this was what Eliot needed, and he did. As Paul carefully inspected his physical injuries - minor for the most part, save for an incipient infection of the mess of broken skin on his right arm where he had been repeatedly injected - Eliot intermittently focused on her or Paul. If ever his eyes landed on the darkness, on empty space around them, his expression changed. Became pained or sad or, worst of all, empty. Then Parker moved, caught his attention, brought it back to her. Kept his mind in the present and on the people here right now who cared for him.

When they got home, she would call Hardison. He would know what to say to help make Eliot feel right again. Maybe they’d put on a film they’d seen a thousand times before, and Paul would stay too. Surround Eliot with familiar, safe, happy-making things until his mind could finally escape the weeks of brutal torture.

#ailesswhumptober2023 #Day 8: Dissociation #leverage redemption #parker #eliot spencer #cw blood #cw murder

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frozenjokes · 1 year

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colored sketches as a treat as I try to figure out some design stuff! not exactly sure how Scar looks when he’s being killed via life drain through the ouija board but he does look pale! And I’d like some ice motifs as well. Didn’t quite hit the mark there but I was mostly just messing around at that point.

I should color more of these. Next might be a revised Pearl/Mumbo ghost monster design because I want MORE bug.maybe some sword hands. this au has certainly gone in A Direction

obligatory fic snippet below. Next chapter should be out soon >:)

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Scar spoke, but Mumbo couldn’t hear the words, not that they were anything significant. Scar wouldn’t even look at him, why would he do anything but dodge his questions? But even now at the height of his frustration, Scar was beginning to deflate, his body curving into fits of uncontrollable shivering. His hand suddenly felt frail under Mumbo’s own. Was this killing him? After the night spent together, Mumbo was certain the ouija board interactions wouldn’t, but then again, he had never felt this warm. It was almost hot now, bordering on unpleasant. Maybe the extra heat stemmed from his anger? Mumbo sighed, loosening his grip. This wasn’t going to work, not with Scar so defensive. He’d have to switch gears. Even as some warmth returned to Scar, without Mumbo holding him up, he fell forward over the ouija board. Mumbo jumped, pushing him back into a sitting position. Since when had he gotten so weak?

“Scar, I need you to listen. Can you hear me?” He wished the gentleness of his tone didn’t come so easily. He wished he wasn’t so concerned.

“You’re hurting me.”

“Can you hear me, Scar?”

“Yes. Yes, I can hear you,” Scar slouched, and Mumbo thought for a moment he might topple back over. When Scar looked back up, beads of sweat were running fast down his face.

“I don’t want to care about you. About the things you did, about the person I never got to know. I don’t want to, but I do, and I won’t be able to move on unless you answer my questions. We- all of the ghosts- we are trying to move past this. Past you. Find a better life that isn’t just misery all the time. But I’m not ready, and I can’t be ready until I get some closure. Work with me here. You don’t want your back hurting for the rest of your life, do you?”

Scar laughed, the effort shaking his entire body, “You want closure, huh?”

“Yes. That’s all I want.”

“Closure,” Scar hummed, his eyes drifting elsewhere, his mind far away, “I guess I owe you one, don’t I. Well maybe if you’re right, I’ll get a hell of a deal out of this.” Scar closed his eyes, presumably imagining a life without the crew of The Flying Jellie, ever present and ever disruptive. Ever painful. “Alright, Mumbo. But if this makes things worse, try not to make it my problem. Shake on it?”

Mumbo narrowed his eyes at Scar’s outstretched hand, the other still trapped firmly under his grip. Make things worse? Seriously? No, things couldn't be worse than they already were. The answers would sting, Mumbo was sure of it, but the pain would fade. Knowing the answers to questions he had obsessed over for months would make it all worth it. Anything was better than laying on the floor of Scar’s room as he slept, wondering if the pain of his betrayal would ever cease. Still, sitting across from Scar and having this moment framed as a ‘deal,’ he couldn’t help but feel like he was getting conned. Mumbo shook his head. It didn’t matter. He reached out his free hand, meeting Scar’s in a firm shake.

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link to the fic here

#hermitcraft #pirates smp #gtws #goodtimeswithscar #mumbo jumbo #boatem #boatemghostsau #scar kills all their asses #to me anyway

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moony-plots · 1 year

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Sometimes I look at my art with complete disgust. I hate it, and I hate when I don't live up to my own aesthetic standards. I know when is not good enough, when something is looking weird but i just can't figure out what.

Sometimes I feel very impatient about my own progress. I see the great artists I admire and I want to be one of them, now! But I just don't have enough study to live up to that

I'm pretty sure I'm not alone in these thoughts, it is frustrating to be a learning artist.

However, sometimes is good to take a step back and look at your old drawings and realize how much you've grown! Last night I decided to do just a sketch of my Boyfriend's fursona. Didn't do much planning, decided on a couple of references try it, fail it and then try it again.

And the end result surprised me. Is not perfect but is so much better than my last few attempts. He looks fucking hot. A few months ago I just couldn't figure out how to draw a muzzle in a way that feels right. How to give the head some sense of direction. How to give muscles volume. And now, I'm not saying I've mastered those things but i managed to go somewhere and I just love it!!

Anyway, maybe I'm writing to much for just a simple sketch. I hope the finished piece makes me as proud as this too! What do you think? What's your experience with your own art? c:

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murmiss · 1 year

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A little sketch of Dead by daylight, found in my old sketches. I think I'll continue it later if you like it. (I don't know if this can be considered an introductory chapter.)

Shadow

Pairing - Evan Maccmillan/Reader, Danny Olsen/Reader, Bubba Sawyer/Reader, Anna the huntress /Reader, Herman Carter/Reader, mostly killer/reader, and a little survivor/reader.

Summary:

The entity is a brutal creature, drawing more and more new victims into its game. It feeds on despair and fear, anger and tears. But what if the "Shadow" is beyond the Essence's control? What if there, where everyone sees the emptiness, lies a light that can pull them out of despair?

We're talking about Y/N Rogers, the "White Crow," accustomed since childhood to loneliness and fear and the spirits that haunt her.

English is not my first language, sorry for the mistakes!

Part one

The fog is a slimy substance of fear, despair and hatred. Everyone who entered it disappeared. Gone without a trace. It was as if such a person had never existed. Or maybe there really wasn't. Maybe it's all just a fantasy of an evil mind. A cruel joke, or else a fake.

Stupid game of someone's sick imagination, a parasite that sucks all the juices along with your despair. "Fog" - that's what everyone calls this disgusting place. But what is fog? A dimension with a bunch of twisted and bloodthirsty maniacs who take your life time after time. But what if I told you that for someone, death is the only way out?

A beautiful baby girl was born. What a shame no one wanted her... "A child born to save a marriage" is the most common name given to such children. After all, it is better to "recreate" a new life than to deal with one's own. That's what Jack and Malena Rogers thought. Oh! The memories of their first meeting are as fresh as yesterday. They met at one of the university parties. Jack asked Malena, for a dance, then invited her back to his place, and everything spun and spun and spun. It seemed like love at first sight! A passionate and ardent love, engaging in a hot tango. A month later, the wedding, honeymoon, and everything seemed to be going uphill, and bam...

Cold. Feelings went out. Faded as rapidly as they flared up at their first meeting. Malena saw the only way out of this situation in Internet forums, where women with similar marital problems advised each other on all sorts of crazy things. And one of those things was "have a baby. An unknown person under the nickname "MisisAllens" talked on her blog about the "tragic story of a relationship" that was "heroically saved" by their child. And now, finally, it's decided: They want the baby!

The pregnancy was going hard, the Toxicosis was extremely painful, and the baby kept trying to be born ahead of its due date. What was Rogers' disappointment when, instead of fervent feelings, came screaming, diapers and snot, and the beautiful figure was flaunted not by tight dresses, but by extra pounds. Jack was no longer attracted to his wife, which caused him to have a mistress or two, hardly ever going home, leaving Malena alone with herself, self-loathing, and a month-old daughter...

-Shut up already! - Pillows and plush toys flew in the direction of the crib. The young mother was jumping between rooms, trying to get everything done in time for her husband's arrival. To which the baby began to yell louder and louder, causing the woman to become even more hysterical. Unable to endure, Malena slumped against the wall, rolled smoothly to the floor, jerked the headscarf off her head, and sobbed, whispering only words of hatred.

"I hate... I hate... I hate you!! "

The first couple of years were also difficult. The girl grew up extremely nervous, reacting to negative attitudes in the family. Jack's carousing was wearing Mrs. Rogers down, and with her hatred of her husband, her hatred of the child grew. Malena did not want to see this child, rejecting the very fact of his existence :- "Covering your eyes with a rag ." And as she grew older, nothing changed. Not counting Jack, of course. In a couple of years, the gorgeous blond hair was replaced by a classic smoothed haircut that hid the rare baldness, and the Inflated body was replaced by a tummy. Instead of lovers he was now interested only in his career, his wife, and nothing else.

After some time in the Rogers family another daughter was born, Susie, a truly angelic child. The birth went easily, Susie literally "swept through," in less than two hours, bringing great joy to her parents. On seeing Susie, Mrs. Rogers immediately blossomed, hugging the newborn affectionately, kissing her chubby cheeks, and Mr. Rogers, sobbing, hugged his beautiful women.

And so the family had a favorite. Upon noticing Susie, all the neighbors blurted out a smile: "If it isn't Sunny, there she is!" Little Sue, unlike her sister, was "perfect at everything": she sang, danced, and even drew. Everyone admired her: "God's gift! God's gift." - Everyone adored the little girl. And while "Swan" blossomed before her eyes, bathed in everyone's love, "White Crow" survived her despair by making friends with loneliness.

-Mama! Mama!" - the girl ran after her mother, tugging at the hem of her long apron, trying to get attention, but the woman did not respond. Then the girl, not noticing no reaction, jumped up to her father, who was sitting on the couch in the living room with a Playboy magazine in his hands. Standing in front of her father, the girl abruptly snatched the precious magazine from her father's hands and ran off with a loud laugh, expecting her father to chase after her, but he did not. Jack, without making a sound of indignation, took out the remote control and turned on the television, changing channels busily. But even then, a feeling of intense longing gripped the child's mind and heart. Turning around, she slowly, staggering, made her way to the couch, placed the crumpled magazine on the couch, and took one last look at her father with her deer eyes. Just as suddenly, Susie runs into the living room.

-Daddy! Daddy!" with a sweet babbling, the girl ran up to her father, smiling broadly.

-Yes, baby? - The man, reacting instantly, picked up the girl in his arms and put her in his lap.

-I love you, Daddy!"-Jack chuckled and began to tickle the little girl. - I love you, too, baby.

- Susie, stop hugging Daddy and come over here and help me bake cookies. - A mother's affectionate voice came from the kitchen.

-Now, I'm coming! - The little girl jumped off her lap and happily jumped into the kitchen.

And only a little girl standing in the distance could barely hold back tears, watching this scene. While the poor child's mind, unable to understand, "What am I doing wrong?" Unable to withstand the pressure, the girl jumped out of the house, running away wherever she could see. Where there is no mother, no father, no "Swan".

When she stopped, the little girl was very frightened. All around was a wasteland. A misty, lonely wasteland, and shadows wandered beside her. Someone was grabbing the little girl by the hair, someone was pulling her arms, and someone was screaming. Frightened, the little girl squatted, whimpering softly, covering her head with her hands. Suddenly someone's hand caressed the shaking girl's head, and then all the sounds disappeared. When Crow opened her eyes, she saw only her home.

#dbd fanfic #dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight #evan macmillan #ghostface x reader #ghostface #anna the huntress #dbd huntress #dbd frank

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crystallisedentertainment · 1 year

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Well here it is! This is the “prerequisite” project I’ve been referencing for the last 6 months. Overall, I’m happy on how it came out and I learnt quite a few things on sculpting, rigging and animation while doing this: which was the point of this project…

In light of this, let’s go through the development of Project Starlight step-by-step and see what I have learnt. So read on down below!

So this R&D project started way back in February 2022 when I set out to create a “next generation” style of rig for future use on my projects. Traditionally, I would try new things on “production” rigs – which hasn’t always played into my favour. This time I wanted to do it as a separate rig and address any issues before I actually make a “proper” rig with what I wanted to implement!

What I hoped to learn, or otherwise improve upon are:

Try to figure out my own cartoonish-style - the last time I tried was in 2017 with those pony rigs that got scrapped after discovering some major issues, and the look of them was a little left to be desired.

I want to further improve my skills in sculpting and retopologising the mesh for rigging.

I wanted to replace my traditionally modelled hair with something that is more dynamic and gives better feedback to me, the artist, while it is being created.

Also to give me a look more akin to big studio productions!

I wanted to figure out how to get Sub-Surface Scattering working properly in textures.

I wanted all the eye controls (even those relating to eye size via textures) to be done with bones instead of the sliders found in all my older rigs.

In a similar vein: I want facial controls in general be done with bones.

Have a fake rim light for easier lighting around the edges of the character.

Have actual jiggle physics for hair to animate them dynamically and not individually by hand, which both be faster and less tedious to do!

Even though I just said the story started February; that is technically untrue as it saw a brief glimpse before shelving it after I quickly realise I’m taking on more projects then I can handle. It really began in November of the same year with me creating a “Character Feature Document”, and the concept art inside Krita”. The feature document, as the name suggests, is a way for me to document all the features I wish a rig to have before starting… Pretty good to make sure I don’t forget anything knowing what my memory is like!

Regarding the concept art: The first revision on the hair wasn’t quite up to snuff with varying things that made it look weird. To combat this I went over the sketch in different colours to the one I did the initial sketch on and dad a sort of “editors note” thing on what needed to be improved.

Additionally, the concept art itself I originally was going to have multiple variations of skin, eye and hair colour and find what I liked most… However, I found a combination I liked immediately, so I stuck with it!

One I completed the concept art, the project was shelved again until I got my current Graphics Display Tablet; this was because the Wacom “Pen and Touch” tablet I had at the time was irritating to use without any sort of “Hand to Eye” coordination, which would make sculpting Project Starlight considerably easier.

I’m going to skip ahead 3 months to March after I did some practice on getting my sculpting skills remotely close to where they need to be… The sculpting of Project Starlight itself went very well and I feel this is the right step in the direction of finding my own artstyle I would like to pursue in the future. Additionally, I modelled the individual teeth meshes instead of using a half cylinder the last time I did this style; this in itself made the mesh feel higher quality! I had one tooth on the left side chipped, which I do like, but probably could’ve been more prominent then it was. However, I think some further practising is required with things such as the nose could have more definition, the lips isn’t quite as I hoped and obviously the chin is too big. But for a first proper attempt since 2017 for a cartoonish-style: I think she has turned out pretty well.

For the hair, I used NURBS to path and shape everything. I was originally going to use one style for the entire thing and overlay it over each other for a nice, cartoonish effect; however I decided instead to use 2 different styles as you see in the “Tech Demo” video to save time as I was a little behind for my original deadline of 1st June, no small thanks to the fact I can’t spend the hours that I use to. Overall I think it has turned out pretty well, however next time I think I would decrease the hair going around on the characters head as you may have noticed in the turntable portion that at around the base of the neck the hair stops going around the head towards the ponytail in a natural, circular style, and go box-y with me squeezing in the mesh so it wouldn’t look empty and even more weird then it ended up looking. Changing the size and position I imagine would solve that issue…

For texturing of the body; I moved to Substance Painter 2019. The base skin texture is actually a built-in “Smart” preset that Adobe shipped with the program… All I did was hiding a few of the detail layers as I wasn’t going for ultra-realism as an art style, then I changed the default colour to an Asian-inspired skin tone. The Sub-Surface colour is handled by a fill layer set to “Cedge”, some of it’s positioning was done as part of the Smart Texture’s work, but I also painted a few masks around the cheek and mouth area which I think gives Project Starlight more alive and dynamic in her texture which I think looks very nice! The freckles were created with a brown fill layer and I had some scattering enabled on the brush when I did the mask… I cannot remember the size and scatter values I used, but suffice to say it took a lot of trail and error to get it looking remotely close to the concept art. Mirroring really did help here!

The mouth and tongue is also part of the same texture, but there isn’t much to talk about with it – they’re mostly just base colours with some specular map applied. However the tongue did get some extra TLC with a bump map and a bit more detail added to the colour. This was actually the first time I used the “blur” effect in Substance Painter, or even was aware of it’s existence. I painted some white colouring on top of the base pink tongue colour, and lowered it’s opacity, then blurred it to blend it into the main colour. In all honestly Substance Painter misled me slightly with the intensity as it had a more seamless blended then it did when seen in Blender… So next time I would increase the intensity.

Overall though, I think the texture styling I went for is a nice blend of photorealism and cartoonish. Last time I tried to have anything like this in terms of styling was the “hand painted” style with the Ponyville houses back in 2017 with bump maps and the like – but the terrible way I UV mapped it and my reluctance to use presets as a starting base meant it looked very unappealing. Project Starlight on the other hand looks very cute and has a certain Pixar/Dreamworks vibe to it.

Also as a fun fact – Project Starlight was last thing to be textured in Substance Painter before moving to ArmorPaint a few months ago!

Originally I was going to create the eye texture in GIMP and import that into Blender… However I couldn’t get styling right for the inner eye with the above image being my last attempt… Since I couldn’t get what I desired through traditional means: I decided to go down the procedural texture route!

Procedural textures does have some immediate benefits such as being more resource efficient compared to image textures – I’m pretty sure the bottleneck is my 3060 for the terrible performance as the body texture was exported at 8K for fun! Anyways, using this tutorial by CGRogue as a base; I created the eye texture. There is some slight differences in my one. I’m very happy how it has turned out, and it fits the style of the main head texture surprisingly nicely! I have further modified the highlight portion of the texture and created templates for me to “drag and drop” onto future non-chibi rigs if I need them.

When rigging the nose I noticed the way I retopologised was weird and created a “w” shape when the upper lip bones moved. It turns out the way I merged vertices to the centre was causing issues, and to get around it I created an additional set of edges around the circumference of the mouth which gave me more natural results. Next time I won’t merge any vertices around the nose to avoid this issue again.

An another unexpected issue I encountered while rigging the character was getting the eyelash position line up with the eyelid. It turns out you can’t have have 2 set of edges in between a singular set, and the control bone, will not deform in the way you’d expect. Each edge needs to perfectly line-up on each respective mesh and the bone controlling that edge… Doing that got the entire area to work properly. The eyebrows also had a similar issue to the eyelash; but to avoid repetition I’ll not repeat the process I said earlier… But suffice to say what I did to fix the eyelash also worked pretty well eyebrows.

However, that was not the only issue I had with the eyelid; this one was a lot less of an issue but with this rig I wanted to have the eyes slightly influence the position of the surrounding mesh from the eyelids. Originally I went with a 50/50 ratio for the influence of the eyelid bones to the eyes, but this caused a quite large distortion which was very distracting and overall undesirable – so setting the ratio to 90/10 made it behave a lot better. I wish I could’ve had more influence from the eye, even a 80/20 split would’ve been better as I feel it’s too subtle and you don’t really pick up on it when Project Starlight is moving! Especially when compared to rigs made by other people that inspired this decision.

When it comes to the hair, since I used NURBs to create it – rigging it to animate is a little difficult… Since most people these days uses Blender’s hair system; there isn’t any tutorials for my styling – This style of hair is meant to be static for things such as figure-like sculpt. This meant I had to figure it out myself! The first thing was converting the hair into a riggable mesh: First I go to “Mesh” which can be found through “Objects > Convert”, then un-subdividing that 4-6 times. This gave me a mesh that I could easily weight to the bones. To have the hair as smooth as it was originally, I added a subdivision modifier and set that to the amount I originally decimated it by. From there rigging it is just like any other mesh in Blender.

Next up is having jiggle physics! This isn’t something I used even back in my SFM days due to never taking gravity into consideration, and it would often clip into the rest of the body when the character is moving. Now however, I wanted some automation to make my life a little easier when animating. I was hoping to not need an external plugin, but there doesn’t appear to be a built-in solution in Blender yet as of 3.5; so I used a Python plugin called “Wiggle 2.2” for the job! While it can work in real-time: I quickly found out it’s an absolute CPU hog and eats at least 70% of the processing power of my Ryzen 7-3700X based system… So instead I have Wiggle disabled in the scene when I don’t need it yet in the animation process, and bake the sequence when I’m practically done with the animation! The last 3-4 bones are effected by this script, the rest still requires animation by hand to help make sure the hair takes gravity into consideration.

The advantage of using Wiggle is that it has collision detection – so the hair bounces off the head when it comes into contact! This makes it massively more useful compared the the jiggle system in SFM! And that is nothing to say you can use certain simulation features such as “Wind” to have the hair blowing naturally. Seemed like a natural way to test the hair physics in the end showcase, honestly!

If you’re more of a visual learner: I have uploaded a tutorial on my secondary channel detailing this process for you to follow.

Overall, the Project Starlight has 62 individual controls for the face – a new PB! I didn’t really use all of them during testing, but I had them there just in case.

Since moving to Blender I kept the exact hierarchy I’ve been using during the Cinema 4D era, which itself is heavily inspired on how it is structured in Source Filmmaker! So in this rig I wanted to try to get the rig to conform with with the standards in Blender to make it easier to import into projects… This means everything should be neatly packed into the “Armature” object.

When it comes to my rigs: they are never that easy to read with everything on a single layer, and uses the default “bone” shape. This makes, say my chibi pony rigs, really difficult to see how the character’s mouth is when playing back the animation without hiding the rig. So in Project Starlight I decided to group controls for certain areas of the rig into separate layers: so layer 1 for the body controls, layer 2 for the upper face, layer 3 for eyes, etc! I think this has help de-cluttered the rig while still giving me the controls I want when they are needed… This alone really helped with the UX honestly.

Also to help with readability I wanted a somewhat unobtrusive shape for the controls. Originally I wanted to do a Pixar Presto thing where you select part of the mesh and see the results without the need of the bones being exposed – but the the test using the Gorgie head last year shows that isn’t practical in Blender. So instead I turned to Dreamworks and their Apollo software for inspiration: Apollo uses these nice, clean spheres that doesn’t take up too much space on the rigs but Dreamworks’ Animators can easily tell what that bone is for! When Apollo was introduced nearly 9 years ago, all those spheres were a singular colour, but in more recent revisions (as seen in a recent BTS video), it’s all colour coded!

Knowing that was how I wanted Project Starlight’s rig to look – I jumped into Blender! I used IcoSpheres specifically as I felt the UV variety didn’t really suit what I was after. Since not all the bones are the same size, it took a little while to getting the custom shape as close to uniform across the entire rig… Fortunately Blender has controls to modify the XYZ coordinates for position, rotation and scale for each bone’s “custom shape” – so it wasn’t that hard to do all things considering! The only NURB I used was for the “RootTransform” bone: in the past (back in the C4D days), it was a basic circle with no modification to the shape, this time I did a basic “compass” design for each direction by deleting ¾ of a circle and using a “Mirror” modifier to fill in the missing area of the shape. This proved very effective as I got the all the arrows looking identical for each direction without painstakingly trying to get all the points in the same direction – which made it a quick and easy job to do!

The colours I used for colour-coding what is what is dark blue, yellow and red depending on how far down the chain a given bone is:

Dark blue is for the main body controls (RootTransform, neck, head, etc).

Yellow is just below that and is for “general” face controls.

Dark red is the furthest down the chain and is for very minuet and specific controls such as each point in an eyebrow, or each “muscle” in the eyelid.

The exception is eyes which is a teal green to help differentiate it from everything else. Oddly enough, when I tried to add more colours to the rig to help with even more specific controls (like the hair for instance) it just made the entire thing feel more cluttered; which is the opposite on what I am trying to do… So those 3 primary is what I stuck with!

While using rigs created by other artists, I noticed that they had set up restraints for things such as how open the mouth can be or the rotation values of the eyelids. I have never tried to implement a similar thing myself, and that is evidenced that all my bones can go to infinity and beyond! Because of the benefits of having things move in a set amount, I had decided this was something else I wanted to try out in Project Starlight - luckily Blender has built in bone restraints for position, rotation, or scale; so it was really easy to implement! I had set a rotation restraint for the eyes and jaw, and positional ones for each of the 4 eyebrow bones. Overall, I think this was a success as it stopped the mouth going too wide, the eyes going “out of bounds”, and the eyebrows to act in a somewhat realistic way!

In the past when I try to “port” other people’s rigs to newer releases of Blender (like ones designed during the pre-2.8x era), I always had an issue where any object (typically NURBs) not weighted in the “Armature” object just ends up spewing out into the main hierarchy – which is less then ideal. I actually found that simply parenting the custom shapes onto the “Armature” object works exceptionally well, and when I did a test import of Project Starlight into a new project file; everything stayed inside that object! This makes it a lot easier to overall understand organise rigs into their respective collections when setting everything up before I block out my animation!

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Anakin and the Jedi Babies: A Child's Ink

Context: Anakin and the Jedi Babies, chrono

WARNINGS: underage characters get tattoos/piercings

Word Count: 5680 Rating: T Ships: primarily Gen (Disaster Lineage + Shmi), offscreen JangoShmi, past Obitine, past Anidala ----

Ylliben Skywalker is known as a preternaturally calm and quiet child, serious and pensive.

He jokes. He roughhouses. He is as responsive to tickle attacks and shoulder rides and warm hugs as any other child.

But he is Jetii'Manda, not just Mando'ade, and that fact is impossible to forget.

This is a child that can read before he can speak, a child who can talk at length about 'grassroots antiestablishment propaganda and its influence on rural sociological development' before he can say the words without a lisp. This is a child who looks a man in the eye and tells him to check over his blaster one last time, or it will explode in his hand only minutes into the next engagement. This is a child who is not only willing, but capable of discussing the plausible ramifications of Duke Adonai Kryze's latest decrees with Jaster Mereel himself, while still in possession of all his baby teeth.

(His father is not worried by this. Upset, sometimes, pained and tired, but not worried.)

(His sister only laughs.)

It is, as a result, not as surprising as it could be, when a six-year-old wanders his way into Na-Tsuyon's parlor and asks her what the risks of getting a tattoo at his age are.

"I'm not having that conversation with you unless your parent is here," she says. A few of the other artists crane their heads in her direction, but she waves them off.

"I'm not trying to get it right this moment," Ben protests. "I'm just gathering information. He said that was fine."

"Still need your parent here here," she tells him.

He leaves for about ten minutes, and then comes back with a tall, gangling figure in tow.

"I hear this isn't the place for unaccompanied minors," Knight Skywalker jokes.

(She has heard him called a General. She does not know which war he fought. Nobody does.)

(They no longer ask.)

"Well, he is young," she says, brushing her tentacles back over a shoulder. "I don't let anyone under human-fourteen get tattooed without a parent on hand, and giving preliminary information to anyone under twelve is... generally not worth it, shall we say."

Skywalker smiles, oddly amused in the way he always is when someone points out his children need supervision. "Glad to hear it. Are you the Na-Tsuyon whose name is on the door?"

"I am," she says. "And you're Knight Skywalker."

He's pleased at that. She can feel it in the chemical receptors of her head tails, and wonders. "Yep. So, do we jump right into the discussion or do you need me to sign something, or..."

"No, it's enough that you're here," she assures him. "Now, the main reasons we discourage tattoos for younger sentients is the distortion factor. While the level of pain is much lower than it would have been several millennia ago, and we have the technology to remove ink from below the skin, a tattoo before your body stops growing will distort as you grow and your skin stretches. You would need to come in yearly for touch-ups, to remove the sections that have moved out of place, and fill in where the ink is no longer settled."

"That makes sense," Ylliben says. He looks up at his father, and then back to her. "You'd be able to tell me if any of my choices would be... bad for a Mandalorian, yes?"

"I would," she confirms. She glances up at Knight Skywalker. "I don't suppose you have any history of getting tattoos?"

"No," he says. "I'm from Tatooine, so..."

Different connotations to the very act of it, for him.

She ducks her head in a nod. "I understand. Generally it's easier if the parent has experience in the process, but it's far from mandatory. You're willing to work with the distortion maintenance?"

"Yes'm," Ylliben says, and his father shrugs and gestures, as if the word of a six-year-old is thus law.

"I'll walk you through the details of the process, including the care, relevant allergies, and so on. I don't suppose you have anything in mind already?" she asks.

"I do," he says. He doesn't tell her what it is, yet.

Anakin Skywalker stays there the entire time, and they make an appointment for later in the week.

----

"My buir isn't my only father," Ylliben says quietly, when it comes time to get details on what he's getting tattooed. "I had another father before him. A Jedi. He died, to protect me, and a lot of other people. So, um..."

He shoves a picture to her, the symbol of the Jedi, plain and simple. She looks at him.

"In red," he says, shifting on his feet, looking up at his father and then back down at the page. "For, um, to honor a parent."

"Your first father was a Jedi?" she asks, gentle as she can.

"Mm-hm," Ylliben says. "He died, um... he saved buir from slavery, too, a long time ago. Both my dads were Jedi, and I'm going to be one, too, and so is Sokanth. It's--it's about where I come from, and--"

"You don't have to justify it if you don't want to," Na-Tsuyon tells him, reaching out to place one hand on his. It's very warm and dry, in her opinion, but she finds that most humans are. Mandalorians are some 80% human, or near human.

Nautolan Mandalorians aren't unheard of, but she's a rare one.

Ben sucks in a breath, and says, "I want it up here, on my right shoulder, like a pauldron."

Na-Tsuyon nods, and looks up to Skywalker. "You'll have to sign some papers to approve it, Master Jedi. You approve of the design?"

Skywalker hesitates, and then goes to one knee in front of his son, and speaks so quietly she can only hear "--remind you of the generator complex?"

Whatever Ben's answer is, it's too quiet for her to catch. It satisfies Skywalker, though, and he stands. "Alright, let's see this paperwork."

----

When Ylliben comes in again, a year later to get his slightly-twisting tattoo fixed, it's with Miss Shmi in tow. Na-Tsuyon greets the middle Skywalker, for all that she's still not entirely sure how to address the girl. "I heard you've been attending the university at Sundari. Some kind of engineering?"

"Mechanical, yes," Shmi says, oddly soft. "I'm going to spend another year to specialize in vehicular engineering. I'd like to design starships, since I already know how to fix them."

"A worthy goal," Na-Tsuyon says, as she leads them over to one of the stations and starts sanitizing Ylliben's inked shoulder. She doesn't entirely see why a university education is needed for something that, in her opinion, an apprenticeship could more thoroughly cover. It certainly worked well enough Na-Tsuyon herself. "You're on vacation, then?"

"I am," Shmi confirms. "It's... unfortunate that Anakin couldn't be here a the same time, but we'll see each other in a few days."

Ylliben fidgets for a bit as his jedi symbol is fixed, and then finally asks, "Ori'vod can approve new tattoos, right?"

"Sokanth, no. Shmi..." Na-Tsuyon looks up at her. "I have no idea if you're listed as his legal guardian anywhere, and I'd need proof of that."

"Secondary to Anakin," Shmi confirms. "Ben would like this to be a surprise for Ani."

Ben pulls out a sheet, with a careful design on it, and presses it into Na-Tsuyon's lap when she lifts the tattoo gun and he's not at risk of ruining his own ink. It's simpler than the Jedi symbol, though it's two colors instead of one.

"It's the Open Circle Fleet," Ben says, shy in a way she's given to understand he usually isn't. She thinks his shyer moments may be connected to admitting to emotion, something that he's tying quite closely to his choice of Tattoos. "I thought, um, since I'm already--already honoring one buir, then, er..."

"The Open Circle Fleet was under the command of my brother's Jedi Master," Shmi explains, one hand on Ben's. "And I am given to understand that the symbol was designed as a subtle nod, of sorts, to the two of them as a team. Ben's looking to honor Anakin as he has his first father."

Ben looks down at his lap, and doesn't meet Na-Tsuyon's eyes.

"Bring me proof of guardianship," she tells them. "And I'll make sure you get it finished early enough that the bacta comes off before Knight Skywalker makes it home."

She holds true to her word, and talks her way into being there to see the reunion and reveal.

The emotions that cross Skywalker's face are complicated and unexpected in ways that she can't identify.

Then it's all too simple, because he starts crying on little Ylliben in the middle of the hangar.

----

It doesn't take a full year for Ylliben to come in for another set. It's only five months, maybe six. He has a sketch again, a geometric design of something she doesn't recognize, but still pings as familiar for some reason.

"It needs to be the right shade of blue," he tells her, serious as anything. Knight Skwyalker is right next to him, smiling all soft and indulgent, and maybe a little sad. "It's for Soka."

Oh. This is based on her facial markings, then. Or... what they will be, maybe. This doesn't look quite like what she's seen on the girl, but everyone knows little Ben is more touched by visions than his father and sister.

Na-Tsuyon thinks she knows where this is going. "The same blue as her montrals and lekku?"

Ben shakes his head. "No, 501st blue."

Or not.

"It's close, but a little darker and more saturated," Skywalker offers, and shrugs when she looks his way. "It's a long story, but the 501st was the legion I led before I arrived at Mandalore. It had a specific shade of blue assigned for armor paint, so legions could easily identify each other in the field."

That's... odd. She doesn't ask for more detail, though. It's not her business. "Where do you want this one?"

Ben shows her his left forearm and frames a section about two-thirds the length of it, along the outer side. Like a vambrace.

She has a feeling all these symbols will be on his armor, once he's old enough for it.

"Let's go through my inks and see which one will work best," she says, and does not comment on the rest.

----

When Ylliben comes in again, a few months before his next touch-up appointment, he doesn't have an image on hand. His father is trailing him again, and Na-Tsuyon has a guess.

"Time for Shmi?" she asks.

Ben ducks his head, flushing and not meeting Na-Tsuyon's eyes. "Yes'm."

"I thought as much," she says, and smiles at Skywalker. "General."

"Don't start."

"There have been oh so many rumors flying since the last Jedi run-in, you know."

"I don't care," he grouses, dropping into a seat. "Hells, a man takes emergency command for one battle, and it's all anyone can talk about."

"You ended a civil war, sir."

Ben giggles into his hands as Skywalker groans and slaps a hand over his eyes.

"No respect," the man complains. "Ben, be nice to me, I'm your dad."

"Nuh-uh," Ben says. "I know all the most embarrassing secrets."

"A cruel child," Skywalker accuses. "Ruthless."

"You're the one raising me," Ben says, swinging his legs back and forth. He's got plastoid training vambraces, now, and greaves that clink against the legs of the chair.

"Somehow, yes." Skywalker sighs, with great drama and all such things. He drags himself up to sitting. "Anyway. Moving on."

"Do you have something in mind already?" Na-Tsuyon asks.

"Binary suns," Ben says. "Just two overlapping circles, coin-sized, one bigger than the other, in sunset colors. In a gradient, with a sort of... flare to it? Halo? The... oh! The stellar corona. Buir knows the colors better."

"I want to see what you have to work with before I sketch out the design," Skywalker says. "But yeah, sort of pink and yellow and peachy."

"I can do almost any color," Na-Tsuyon promises. "Especially on fair human skin like Ylliben's. I won't have a problem getting those to show up the way I would on myself."

Na-Tsuyon is a color most would call 'aquamarine.' She's a light shade between blue and green, and much as she likes her skin, it's an absolute pain to make red and orange show up.

She can do it.

It's just annoying.

Ben asks for this one to be on the inside of the left forearm, high and opposite to the widest point of the mark for Sokanth.

----

"Can I see your fonts?"

Ben's alone, for the moment, but Na-Tsuyon knows that when he makes his decision, his father or Shmi will approve it without question. It's no harm to let him browse.

"Basic, Mando'a, or Huttese alphabet?" she asks. "Or something more esoteric?"

"Mando'a, please."

He's eight years old, now. He's still far younger than most of her clients, but she's long gotten used to him. Even when he's acting like a child, there's something to it that doesn't quite sit right. 'Born middle-aged,' a few of the other civilians on base had joked.

She wasn't sure if she thought it was just a joke, these days.

Na-Tsuyon passes her fonts book to the boy, and settles back in her chair for a long afternoon of running numbers. He, meanwhile, goes to sit in the lobby, legs still not long enough to reach the floor, paging through with unwavering, unsettling gravitas.

Half an hour, and then Ben returns.

He points to a font. "This one."

"What's it going to say?"

"Vode An," he tells her, as serious as can be. "In black, over my heart. It's important."

"It's a fairly common phrase," she notes idly. "Should be quick."

She doesn't expect much of a response, and certainly not the one she gets.

"It was different for them," Ben mutters, not looking at her. She sees him twisting the toes of one shoe into the floor. "It was... it was different. I can't talk about it. They were brothers, actually brothers, and they had--they had nothing, they were basically slaves, but--"

"You don't have to talk about it," Na-Tsuyon assures him, a hand on his. "You don't have to explain it to me. If it means something to you, that's all that matters. I just need you to be sure."

"And buir to sign the paperwork," Ben quips, smiling at her. She notices that several teeth are missing. It's cute. "You need that too."

"That too," she agrees.

When Skywalker shows up, he hears what it is that Ben would like, and makes a few suggestions for a border--a gear that sounded too much like the Republic's symbol for a Mando'a phrase, a building on stilts from a city she's never heard of on a planet that rings no bells, a human genetic strand for reasons she can't imagine--most of which are soundly ignored, until Skywalker sketched out a stylized ship of... some sort.

"Venator," Skywalker says, and taps the image. "Nobody will know it except us, but it'll mean something to you, for them."

Ben looks at it for a long moment, and then takes the scrap of flimsi with Mando'a on it and lays it overtop the center of the sketch.

He stares at it for a few long moments, and then nods sharply and pushes it to Na-Tsuyon. "This, please."

He's such a polite child.

It makes it easier to ignore the more confusing parts of his presence in her parlor.

----

"Hi!"

Sokanth Skywalker is in her shop.

That's new.

"Hello," Na-Tsuyon says. "I didn't know you were thinking of getting ink."

"I'm not," she says, hopping up on a stool across the counter. She holds out a hand, and Na-Tsuyon clasps it with bemusement. "But you guys do piercings too, right?"

"We do," she confirms. "You're... ten?"

"Yep!" Sokanth chirps, kicking her legs back and forth. "Is that old enough to get these without permission, or should I ask my dad to come by?"

"At least twelve for piercings without in-person, signed approval from a parent or guardian," Na-Tsuyon says. "Though if you're anything like your brother, I don't imagine that'll be a problem for you."

Sokanth grins at her, bright and a little wild. "Nose, bottom lip, eyebrow. I don't know the actual terms, but I know what I want. Which do you suggest getting first?"

"I'd say nostril," Na-Tsuyon tells her. Most species even vaguely humanoid kick off with the ears, but that's not exactly an option for a togruta. "Let me get a chart and you can figure out what type of piercing you want, and what kind of hoop or stud. I don't actually do the piercings myself, though. Comm the General if you want this done today, though."

"Thank you~!"

----

Nostril, labret, and a horizontal brow, the piercer notes down at the end of the latest Skywalker visit. Na-Tsuyon wonders if the brow piercing will look strange with Soka's markings, and then doesn't think on it further.

----

Ylliben, almost nine, is silent as he gets the touch-up.

His father isn't here. Neither is Shmi. It's pre-approved, signed permission and all, but it's still odd that neither of Ben's adults is here.

Sokanth is, but she's almost as quiet as Ben is.

Na-Tsuyon has heard the rumors, but she's not going to say anything. She's not. It's not her business.

"Ben," Soka speaks up, towards the end of the appointment. "Ask her the thing."

Ben shakes his head. "No way."

"She knows more about tattoos and how important they are than anyone!" Soka urges. "Ask her!"

"Do you want to wait for your father?" Na-Tsuyon suggests.

"No!" both immediately yelp.

She pauses, glad the needle hadn't been to skin, and levels a look at Ben. He flushes and settles down, mumbling an apology for jerking as he had. She goes back to fixing the stretch of the binary suns tattoo.

Soka shifts in her seat, watching them intently.

"Shmi's upset with buir," Ben suddenly says. He doesn't meet Na-Tsuyon's eyes. "I'm... I don't know if you heard what's going on."

"I do my best to avoid rumors," she says, keeping her voice as neutral as she can. "I did hear that the Mand'alor is about to have a grandchild, and something about an upcoming wedding. That much has been announced officially."

"Dad freaked out," Soka says, legs kicking back and forth. "He's happy for her, and he's fine with Jango being the other parent, but it kicked off a... philosophical crisis? Ben, what do you think?"

"Metaphysical, maybe," Ben mumbles. "Definitely existential."

"And he told Shmi some stuff and now she's hurt that he didn't tell her before and it's all a mess," Soka finishes. "So, uh, we don't... want either of them involved. Until. Um. Until that's settled."

Na-Tsuyon bites back any deeper questions she might have. "Alright. I won't pry. What did you want to know from me?"

"I had a plan for what I was going to get next," Ben says, staring at the fold of fabric over his sister's knees in lieu of something more pertinent. "A peace lily, on the inside of my wrist, for..."

"You don't have to tell me," she reminds him.

Ben bites his lip, and closes his eyes, and breathes in deep. Neither of the girls comment.

"She was important," Ben finally says. "In the big memories. But she doesn't... she's not... she isn't here. And Jango is. And he's marrying Shmi, and they're having a baby, so I should put a mark down for him first, right?"

"He's gonna be Mand'alor, too," Soka adds.

"He is," Na-Tsuyon says, as neutral as she can.

"He's joining the family," Ben says, his gaze fixed on the floor in front of him. "And there's going to be a baby, and that's. That's important."

"There's no order that you have to get things in," Na-Tsuyon assures him, squeezing his shoulder in a light gesture of support. "You've prioritized family so far, so I think it would make sense to get a mark for the coming cousin, at least. Unless... is the lily for your birth mother?"

Ben's face twists, uncomfortable for some reason she can't begin to guess at.

"No," Ben says.

"Skyguy's Jedi Master did almost marry her when they were younger," Soka explains. She glances at Na-Tsuyon and then away and at the wall. "They had a whole dramatic 'forbidden romance' thing going on, 'cause Jedi aren't supposed to get married. She died before Ben came into the picture, though."

It's a neat enough explanation.

It feels fake, but much of what the Skywalkers say about their pasts does.

She's sure it's true in some way. In some perspective. From... from a certain point of view, maybe.

"Alright, then," Na-Tsuyon dismisses. "All things aside, I would suggest adjusting your order of tattoo acquisition, but there's no particular requirement by Mandalorian standards. Your choices are rarely anything that intersects with set traditions, nor do you have a historic clan or house that comes with mandates of the sort. It seems that you're leaning towards prioritizing something for the new additions to your family, though; you've made it clear that these things are important to you, and I think you should pursue it if you're comfortable with it."

Ben nods, eyes somewhere far off.

"It'll make him flustered," Soka pushes, kicking lightly at her brother's ankle. "Jan-Jan's still worried you don't like him anymore."

"He is not," Ben huffs. "He's just scared of buir."

"Nah, your opinion matters too," Soka argues. "And you've been avoiding everyone 'cuz Skyguy freaked out and Shmi's upset, so Jango's worried you're mad at him about the baby happening. If you get a tattoo about him, he might actually cry."

"Is that why you want me to take that route?"

"Not the only one," Soka says, utterly guileless. She blinks at him, bright and innocent. "But I definitely do want to see the future Mand'alor crying because you made it obvious he's family now. It'll be funny."

Ben sighs, very clearly being dramatic about it. "Soka, I'm not going to pick a tattoo based on what you think will be funny."

"Imagine his face, though."

Na-Tsuyon doesn't comment at the expressions Ben makes as he very clearly does exactly that.

"Well, kriff," Ben sighs, and Soka giggles at the swear. "I'll have to get a tattoo for Jango, then."

----

Ben is already nine by the time he comes in with his father to actually get the tattoo for Jango's addition to the family. The choice he makes isn't particularly imaginative, but it'll suit well enough. A mythosaur skull, the symbol of the Haat Mando'ade, in a grey the same shade as beskar.

There actually are traditions to this one, specific adjustments to the framing and stylization meant to indicate how one fits into the faction, but also how one is associated with the Mand'alor. Ben is family, and close family, but not related by blood, nor adopted directly by the Mand'alor, rather a relative through the riduur be alor.

Na-Tsuyon explains each element and adjustment in detail, lets them process and agree, until she's taking a needle to Ben's skin once more.

"Will you be getting one for the coming child as well?" Na-Tsuyon asks while shading in a curve of bone.

"Not yet," Ben tells her, quiet and oddly contemplating. "I need to meet them, first. Figure out who they are."

"Sensible," she agrees. There's the usual oddity in his phrasing, and she ignores it as ever. "Did you tell Fett that you were getting this?"

"No, it's intended as a surprise," Ben says, watching her work.

She can almost feel the coming question.

It does not come from the human she expects.

"Do you know any Mando tattoo artists in Little Keldabe?" the General asks, voice low.

She finishes the line she's on, lifts the needle away from skin, and turns to him. "You're leaving for Coruscant?"

"Not yet," Skywalker says. He meets her eyes evenly. "But... soon. The time's coming. A year, maybe two. The Force will let us know when the time is right."

"Uh-huh," Na-Tsuyon acknowledges this. She does not comment further. The Force is not her wheelhouse. If they think it wants them back on Coruscant, with the Temple, then that's what they believe.

"These are Mando work," Skywalker continues, almost painfully earnest, "and I'd like to ensure whoever maintains them until Ben stops growing knows the right way to handle Mando art."

It's really not that different from a standard tattoo artist, but she's a little charmed anyway. Enchanted, almost. The man really does care.

"I can get you some names and addresses next time you stop by," she promises him. "It's been a few years since I checked in on their work, and I'll need to look them over before I make any recommendations."

He smiles at her, relieved in a manner she finds appallingly open for a Jedi like himself.

Ben mimics his father.

----

She gets to attend the wedding, months later.

The food is very, very good.

(Ben waits until the reception to show off his new tattoo, and the future Mand'alor does, in fact, cry.)

(So does Shmi.)

(So does their eight-week-old daughter, but that's probably unrelated to the tattoo.)

----

"Do you think getting a belly button ring would be good?"

Na-Tsuyon doesn't lift her head from her paperwork when Sokanth poses the question to the piercer. She's in for the horizontal brow bar, this time, and the labret is going to be somewhere a few months down the line.

"That's really up to you," the piercer says. His name is Hujnak, and he's a Devaronian that's been working here since Na-Tsuyon opened up the place. She loves him dearly, but he stole the last piece of cake and for that he will have no help with difficult customers for the next fortnight.

Or until she gets bored.

"I'm leaning towards 'no,' but I'm not sure," Soka muses. "I like the idea of it, but I feel like it might get snagged on things more easily. Plus, it's going to be a point of higher damage and pressure if I get a gut punch. It's one of the parts of my body I'm never really going to armor up, you know?"

They do know. There have been screaming matches about all the Jedi's refusal to wear enough armor on many occasions. The Jedi prioritize their agility to such a degree that armorweave is more reasonable than actual armor, in their opinion. This is an opinion that Fett and Mereel both take issue with.

At great volume.

(Shmi has vambraces, a gorget, and greaves, Na-Tsuyon knows. Some of it was exchanged at the wedding. Shmi doesn't wear much armor, certainly less than even the children. Shmi, crucially, isn't a warrior or otherwise planning to see battle.)

"Then I would say it may be best to hold off."

"Phooey," Soka says, though she doesn't seem particularly upset. "Ben's gonna be cooler than me forever, then."

"You think tattoos are cooler than piercings?" Hujnak challenges. "I'm offended."

"He can just get more," Soka protests. "Without it looking weird or getting dangerous, I mean."

Hujnak hums, noncommittal. "And you're worried about being cooler than the younger brother you have told me is, and I quote, the biggest nerd ever?"

"Well, yeah," Sokanth scoffs. "He's gonna start acting older than me as soon as he thinks he can get away with it. I gotta have something to hold over his head, you know?"

"Seeing as you are the older sibling..."

"Ehhhh..."

Nope.

Not paying attention.

----

"These are House Kryze colors."

Ylliben's breath hitches.

He is ten. He doesn't seem ready to provide answers. She turns to the father instead.

"Will that be a problem?" the general asks, calm and even.

"Yes," she says, and Ben slumps. She continues, because this is her job, and for a reason. "Unless you have a ready justification for when House Kryze asks, yes, it will be a problem. If it were a landscape or an animal, it wouldn't matter, but the pairing of the colors and the peace lily is an explicit statement of loyalty to Adonai and his heir, Satine. Unless you've suddenly decided to adjust your political stance to total pacifism instead of your Jedi approach, or have another reason to take on House Kryze colors, I'd warn against it at all, and would refuse to perform the work myself."

Ylliben's eyes are fixed somewhere behind her, and shining wetly.

"Okay," the general says. "Ben, do you have any other pallettes in mind?

"These were her colors," Ben whispers, and then he swallows thickly. "I just..."

"Simplify," Skywalker suggests. He fiddles with a necklace half-hidden in his Jedi layers; the japor one is visible, but a dull gold glint is all Na-Tsuyon can see of the other before it's tucked away again. "She'd understand, yeah? There's political ramifications. Dangerous ones, especially to you."

Interesting thing to say about a woman who, by Soka's earlier statements, died well before Ben was born.

They could at least try to stop dropping hints about their oddities. She doesn't want to know more.

"Lilac," Ben finally decides. "And... pale silver. With a filigree pattern in the shading?"

"I can do that," Na-Tsuyon promises.

She does not ask further.

----

"We're moving to Coruscant in a month."

Na-Tsuyon's head snaps up, head tails jolting almost painfully with the movement.

Sokanth is getting her labret, finally. She's gossiping as Hujnak prepares the tools, as usual, and Na-Tsuyon tries to ignore it when they Skywalkers do that, she does, but...

"You're leaving," she repeats, feeling oddly blank.

"Um... yeah?" Soka answers. She scratches at one stubby montral. "We've talked about it before. I thought you knew."

"I didn't realize it was so soon," Na-Tsuyon defends. She's more upset than she should be. "I thought you'd be waiting until the little princess was older."

Sokanth blinks at her, slow and... not judging, no. Evaluating, maybe.

"I'm almost thirteen," she says, slow and deliberate and heavy. "And Ben's eleven. There's no hard age limit for becoming a padawan, but I'm getting into the peak years for getting chosen, and I've been living here instead of in the Temple. I haven't had years to impress a potential Master like the others. That might not matter; sometimes a Master sees their future student and just knows, but... I need to have other Jedi to spar with, not just Skyguy and Ben. And Ben's visions are getting stronger, and Dad was never that good with his own in the first place, so he's worried about being able to help at all. We could stay longer, but..."

She trails off, and shrugs, and the weighted air disappears. "It's not the same thing as a verd'goten, at all, but it's about the same age, you know? I should be in the Temple for it."

"What would a verd'goten equivalent be?" Hujnak prompts, when Na-Tsuyon fails to find her words. "Being an adult and equal member and all such things?"

"Knighthood," Soka answers immediately. "Dad got knighted when he was twenty, but that's really young, usually. His master was knighted at twenty-five, which was a bit late, but apparently there was a whole dramatic thing going on there that Dad never got all the details about."

"Becoming a Padawan is a sign that your teachers see you as someone that is ready to take on the responsibilities of a Jedi, yes?" Hujnak asks. "That you may not be ready to go out on your own, but that you're old enough to understand your oaths and choose how to follow them, and to protect others?"

Sokanth considers this, and then nods. "Yeah, I guess it's similar to using the verd'goten to gauge if someone's ready to swear the Resol'nare, that way. Still not moving out, and just about entering an apprenticeship, but enough of an adult to make the choice of how to change the world."

"I think most cultures have something like that around the same age," Hujnak comments. "Some do it a bit later in the teens, but it's usually around your age that most... well, most cultures who age at the 'human standard' rate--"

Na-Tsuyon can't help the reflexive snort of derision. Neither can Soka. Hujnak, the closest to human in the room and yet still very much not, smiles like this is exactly what he intended.

"--most who age at that rate do have it somewhere in that eleven-to-seventeen range, I'd think."

Soka shrugs. "Yeah, well. Still gotta go to the Temple for it, you know?"

"Are you going to take the verd'goten at all?" Na-Tsuyon asks, suddenly a little desperate to keep the Skywalkers here, with Mandalore and all its people, just a fraction of a moment longer.

"I don't think so," Soka muses. "I've been thinking about it, but I should probably talk about it with Jango, yeah?"

"Yeah," Na-Tsuyon says, and feels like she's swallowing down around rocks.

----

As it turns out, the timing is very deliberate. Three weeks later, Jaster transfers the title of Mand'alor to his son.

(Though Na-Tsuyon does not know this, twenty-six is older than Jango was when he lost the title, once upon another life.)

There is a week of festivity. There is food, and drink, and dancing. Some people get married. Some people make announcements of impending births. Some people reveal songs they composed in preparation for this very day.

For a week, Mandalore celebrates a new king.

Then, the Jedi and his children leave.

(Ben gives Na-Tsuyon a hug before he goes.)

(She tries to understand why she feels like she's losing something when he does.)

#Obi Wan Kenobi #Anakin Skywalker #Ahsoka Tano #Shmi Skywalker #JangoShmi #Jango Fett #Disaster Lineage #star wars #time travel #de aging #mandalore #mandalorian culture #phoenix posts #Anakin and the Jedi Babies #tattoos #original characters #outsider pov #this is part one of three I think #it's two in the diddly darn morning and I am going to bed

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It’ll Probably End With Me Being Forgot

part seven | masterlist | part nine

Yuji Itadori x f!reader x bully!Megumi Fushiguro

Genre: Smut & Angst

Notes: University AU, all characters aged up. This has unintentionally become the longest chapter to date! It just happened that way... oops (also sorry if there’s mistakes I mentioned earlier I’m not feeling well at all but I didn’t want to miss new chapter day)

I made a fun little form about the series so far if you wanna let me know ur thoughts and feelings!

Synopsis: You’ve been dating Yuji Itadori for nine months. He’s the best boyfriend you’ve ever had, he cares for you deeply and he’s amazing in the sack. When new boy Megumi moves to town and joins your art course, you are shocked to discover he isn’t the quiet introvert you suspected him to be.

Warnings: 18+, consensual sex, face sitting, praise kink, drug taking, bullying.

Words: 6.6k

“Nervous for tomorrow?”

Yuji whispered as he lay flat on his stomach with his arm over yours. Nervous was a good word, a very apt word for how you should feel. It’s Monday. Your alarm will be ringing in a few hours for you because - it’s Monday. It’ll be your first day back at university since you were spiked. It’ll be the first time you go to your class and see the girls who publicly humiliated you. And it will be the first time you are in the classroom with Megumi again since you destroyed each other’s sketch books. Nervous would be a good way to describe what you should be feeling. But honestly; after this weekend and seeing how little Toji needed to do to send the fear of God into his son, you didn’t feel nervous. Megumi was a paper man, and his father had no hesitation to piss on his parade, making him a small pathetic pile of mush. You weren’t nervous, not one bit. You were confused however, and you were wracked with guilt.

Because you decided not to tell Yuji about the kiss.

So much had happened, so much had changed in so little time. It wasn’t so long ago that you could barely pry Yuji away from your soft folds as he devoured your intimate flesh. He couldn’t get enough of you. And you were always close to being late for class. Today you awoke and he did nothing but press a gentle kiss into your shoulder and instantly went to get showered and dressed for class.

Is he losing interest in you?

It was a ridiculous thought you shook away immediately. He’s probably just… No. What is wrong with him? Or maybe it’s you. Something is wrong with you. There was no use dwelling on it now, not when class is right around the corner. It’s best if you just focus on getting dressed and talk it out with him later. You decided to swap out your usual paint covered leggings and baggy t-shirt for a nice pair of figure-hugging jeans and a scanty crop top. If this doesn’t remind him how much he loves being intimate with you; you don’t know if anything will. You finish painting your face with light makeup as Yuji re-enters the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.

Not even a glance in your direction.

It’s only been a day since you had the best, most intimate sex of your life. And now he isn’t even registering your existence. Your lip wobbles as you try and hold it together. It’s dawning on you what’s going on. This is Megumi’s fault. He’s got inside of your fucking head and he’s messing and warping with your sense of self and your worth. Why did he fucking kiss you? Yuji knows. He must know for him to be so distant with you. No, he doesn’t. You argued. You breathed through a little ‘o’ you formed in your pouting lips and tried to bat away the tears forming in your lash line.

You startled a little when you felt Yuji’s hand cup your shoulder. You turned to face him. He was dressed. That’s why he didn’t look at you. He was getting ready for class! He wasn’t ignoring you. Of course he didn’t know about Megumi kissing you, how could he? The hand on your shoulder travelled upwards to cup your face. His lips found yours and every insecurity you’d ever felt in your life dissipated. He pulled away, resting his forehead on yours, the tips of your noses touching gently together. He was searching your eyes. He must know you were close to crying. How could he not when he’s staring like that?

“You look amazing princess,” he stated. Your eyes shut softly and a tear finally broke free and rolled down your cheek. He quickly swiped it with his thumb, he even warned you that you’ll ruin your makeup if you didn’t cut it out. “you don’t have to do this today y’know? A lot happened to you, take another day… hell take another week if you need to.” he reminded you. He’s so fucking sweet. God he’s so fucking sweet you think you might get tooth decay if he says anything else to you. He kisses your lips again, and then your forehead before crouching down and resting on the balls of his feet. He holds your hands, delicately rubbing his thumbs over your soft skin as he waits for you to speak.

“I want to,” you tell him honestly, “but I think the longer I leave it the harder it’ll be.” you confess. He nods. He brings your hands to his lips and kisses softly.

“Let’s get you to class then. I wanna show off my pretty girl.”

His fingers are interlaced with yours. It’s weird that you aren’t running through the halls together. You’re early, only by a few minutes, but still. You’re strolling through the building with not a single care in the world. You lean with your back against the wall outside of your classroom, the usual spot where you’ve lost count of how many times he’s kissed you too intimately for public viewing. Not today, he does kiss you, but it’s soft and gentle. He has so much fear in his eyes. He’s terrified about leaving you here. With those vile fucking girls and that piece of shit he thought was his friend. You smile. It’ll all be okay.

Yuji scowls as he hears giggling. Your blood runs cold. The girls snicker as they see you and walk into the classroom. He wishes he could get them expelled or something, anything to keep them away from you. He notices the time on his watch, it’s creeping dangerously close to 9am. Regardless of how early you got here, Yuji was still going to be rushing to his class. He engulfed you in a hug and you smiled warmly.

“Text me if you need anything. Okay baby? Anything.”

You go to speak, when you both notice a familiar silhouette out of the corner of your eyes. Megumi. You knew you’d see him again sooner or later, but his presence is like a black raincloud that brings so much misery and destruction. Yuji frowns, but nothing more. He knows Fushiguro isn’t so imbecilic to try anything in front of him. You hold Yuji’s face and turn him to face you. His loving brown eyes searching you. Every crease and every pore of your beautiful face. He can tell from one minor change if you’re okay. So, he’s examining hard.

“I’ll text you Yuji, promise.”

He kisses you one last time and stands in the doorway as he watches you find somewhere to sit. Megumi and the girls are sitting near the back, so he smiles when he sees you take a seat in the front row closest to the door. You smile back when you see him mouth ‘I love you’ to you. You do the same, and finally he runs down the hallway to his own class.

It's a pretty painless class all in all, you were definitely expecting worse. You hear the girls talking insanely high pitched as they attempted to flirt with Megumi. But of course, he was his usual stoic self. You did your best to avoid turning to look at them. However, when you heard them snicker and say things like ‘she pissed herself in the club’ you wanted a hole to form under your seat and suck you into nothingness. Your eyes bulged, however, when you heard something you didn’t expect.

“Shut. Up.” Megumi spoke in annoyance. You knew he wasn’t defending you, he hates you after all. But it still made you smile to hear the girls try and defend themselves.

“I thought you hated her Megumi!” the redhead whined.

“I thought I told you to shut up.”

Regardless of your three bullies making unnecessary comments in the back, there were three students around you that offered their support. Telling you that they heard what happened and that they hope you’re okay. It was nice knowing that you had other people around you and not just your boyfriend. Your classmates didn’t know the full extent to your ordeal, of course, but it was still appreciated.

You were surprised when you saw Megumi begin to pack away early. Apparently, he had a dentist appointment. He ignored you as he walked by. He gave you nothing but the gust of wind that breezed by from his stride.

While everyone was getting on with their work for the last thirty minutes of class, your teacher approached you to discuss your sketchbook. If nothing else, you knew the trauma of being spiked in the club would provide a perfect sob story to get you more time on your work. You still didn’t blame Megumi for ruining your sketchbook. What would be the point? He’d only retaliate that you did the same to his. You took full responsibility for the ink incident, but with the help of your drugging ordeal, he offered you a hefty extension on your work. Thank goodness. He spent the remainder of his lesson talking with you and giving you tips on how to create a new body of artwork.

“Megumi actually started again from scratch, for some reason, and he’s managed to get a lot done in a short period of time.” he alerted you. You nodded along as if you didn’t have a clue as to why Megumi started again. You actually did feel bad you ruined all of his hard work. You were just as bad as him in that aspect. He clearly puts so much care and attention into his sketches, but you ruined them all in an instant. Still, he did exactly the same to you. But is it fair to be so petty? “Perhaps you could ask him for some advice.” your lecturer suggested. Your lips pulled into a straight line. You had to think of something civil to say that wouldn’t expose your burning hatred of the black-haired menace.

“I’ll think about it.”

You knew logically that nothing bad would happen to you; but you began packing away early so you could immediately sprint out of the room. Without Megumi holding the girls back, you worried that they might try and do something to you. You stuck to your word and left the room as quickly as your legs would take you. Yuji would be finishing his classes soon too, you debated going to the sports hall to meet him, but you knew he’d be getting showered again and changing before coming to meet you. You headed towards the exit, deciding it would be smarter to wait by his car instead. In your speedy pace, you collided with another student. Thankfully neither of you dropped anything like the classic cliché, however it was a cliché that the student you rammed into was Megumi. Wasn’t he meant to be at the dentist? Before you could get away, he covered your mouth with his palm and pulled you into the boys toilets. He locked you both in a cubicle and he remained straight faced as you began to cry.

“Shut up, stop screamin’ I’m not gonna do anything.” he told you. Your chest was heaving, but you nodded. He seemed sincere, but it’s hard to tell with him. He uncovered your mouth. Your eyes squinted as you examined his nose. He looked like he wanted to kill you when you began to smirk.

“Too much sugar on your donuts, Megumi.” you spoke as you wiped a finger over your own nose. His eyes bulged as he understood what you meant, quickly swiping the back of his sleeve over his nose to clear away the coke he’d snorted. “What do you want from me?” you wondered.

“Yuji seemed unusually calm when he saw me today.” he began. You raised your eyebrows, prompting him to continue. “I can only assume that you didn’t tell him that we kissed.”

Your heart stopped as he spoke. You raised a finger to your lips and repeatedly told him to be quiet. Anyone could be in here listening to you talk. “First of all, you kissed. I slapped you away.” you whisper-shouted. “I should tell him, really, I have no reason to protect you. Especially after this.” you threatened, he could do nothing but roll his eyes at your idle threat.

“Unless you liked it,” you went to argue his point, but he interjected immediately. “I was high so don’t flatter yourself.”

“You’re high now, do I need to worry? Have you got more misery in store for me? Or are you going to do as your daddy tells you and leave me the fuck alone?” you question. He leans back against the wall on the cubicle you’re squashed in together and he observes you. It must be nice to have as much power as you do, knowing your enemies weak spot. His will always be Toji.

“I’m actually done with you,” he explains. You’re sceptical, it seems too good to be true. “I found out something very exciting at your parents house. Do you want to know?”

“I don’t care, honestly.”

“I wasn’t going to tell you anyway. It’s more fun for me that way, but just know you’re fucked… and it has nothing to do with me.” he explains as he opens the door. You push him backwards so that you can leave first. You look at him in the mirrors above the sinks before walking out.

“Goodbye, Megumi.”

You’re loitering around parking lot waiting for Yuji. You recognise a car that pulls into a space, and you smile when you see a familiar face. It’s Toji. He beams when he sees you. You walk over to him and give him those polite rich people kisses on each cheek. You smile again when you notice another person step out of the car. This car isn’t Toji’s; it’s hers. She introduces herself as Tsumiki, Megumi’s sister.

“Nice to meet you.” you tell her.

“Did the brat give you any trouble? We came to pick him up, wanted to keep an eye on him.”

You lied, shaking your head. You’re sure he’ll manage to shake the information out of his son if he really wants to. He examines the space around him, waiting to see when his son will turn up. You can tell he’s apprehensive. He’s never been a hands-on father before. It’s all new territory for him. He noticed you examining Tsumiki. He knew exactly what you wanted to ask, but you were too scared. You didn’t want to sound offensive or rude.

“She’s not mine princess, my ex-wife’s kid.” Toji fills you in.

“Dad she didn’t ask,” Tsumiki huffs. “Sorry about him.”

“Don’t apologise for me she wanted to know; look you can tell by her face. Right?” he gestured you, he was looking at you over his sunglasses with raised eyebrows. You nodded. It wasn’t lost on you that she didn’t have the same jet-black hair as the Fushiguro’s. But genetics works like that sometimes, however in this instance your instincts were correct.

Eventually Toji’s spawn arrived; looking meek and submissive under his father’s intense glare. Toji questioned why he was appearing so guilty, but Megumi didn’t say a word. Tsumiki was clueless. She knew about a girl who got spiked after the police came to question Megumi, but she had no idea that girl was standing before her very eyes. And it was his fault. Toji had no intention of telling her. She is too much of a stress head and she’ll be fussing over them both. She’s just happy her dad has finally decided to settle down and look out for them both.

“You’re really sticking around then, huh Toji?” you asked with a cheeky smirk on your face. Megumi scowled, he was furious that you were daring to have banter with his dad. He still hates you, but he knows he needs to be smart around you now. Only because his prick of a father is staying for the time being.

“Yeah, I am.” he replies. “Maybe I’m expected to be a decent father and learn from my mistakes, yeah?” he teases. You giggle at that. Clearly imitating the way you turned his words back on him at the manor, he flipped your own insult against him back to you. There was something about Toji that made you feel safe. He was like your guardian angel. You felt untouchable with his presence nearby. And Megumi fucking hated that. Those few hours you spent with him in your father’s study are the closest you’ve felt to having a real parental figure in your whole life.

The family all turned to get into Tsumiki’s car. But before they could leave, they were all drawn to the yelling, sprinting, pink-haired boy approaching you. He wrapped his arms around your neck and smothered your lips in passionate kisses.

“Hello to you too, Yuji.” you giggled.

“We need to go home, I need you home, now.” he explained. Tsumiki was cooing and awing over the cute display. Toji sniggered. Megumi was seething. Yuji said quick hellos to Toji and Tsumiki while point-blank ignoring his ex-best friend.

“Someone’s keen,” Toji chuckles, “Wrap it up kid. Don’t wanna end up with one of him, do ya?” Toji spoke gesturing his thumb to the side, pointing directly at Megumi. Your face flushed with heat. He’s so forward and he doesn’t care. Tsumiki smacked his arm lightly as she got inside of her vehicle and started it up. You and your boyfriend stepped closer to your own car, but before you could leave Megumi stepped forward.

“So fucking cute.” Megumi started. “Such a shame that secrets are being kept between you, right?” he tormented. Yuji continued walking to open the car door to whisk you away back home.

“No one is listening to you Fushiguro.” Yuji told him as he snapped open the door. He was about to duck inside, but Megumi had one last thing to say. You were panicking. Was he really going to tell him? Was he really about to spill right fucking now that you shared a kiss?

“Get in the fucking car ya little bastard.” Toji hissed as he grabbed under his sons arm and tried to pull him away. Megumi snatched it back and got closer to you. But he kept his body positioned so that it was facing Itadori.

“I walked past the sports hall earlier, Yuji, very interesting presentation I saw through the window.” Megumi smiled evilly. Yuji slammed the door and got closer to your bully.

“Shut the hell up,”

“Seconded, shut your fucking mouth.” Toji spoke as he slapped Megumi upside the head. “You deaf kid? Get in the fucking car.” he finished, finally dragging his son around and shoving him into the backseat. “Can’t fucking help yourself, can you? Stop interfering in that girl’s life.” you heard him in the distance before slamming the door and sealing Megumi inside.

Whatever doubts you had about Yuji this morning were quickly dashed. He’d put them in a coffin and slammed the nails in as he practically ripped your clothes off your body. He couldn’t keep his hands off you. His gentle fingers caressed each and every inch of your body while his lips did the same with gentle peppering kisses.

The days of him thinking you were made of glass seemed like a distant memory as he fucked you. The slow, deep, lazy sex you had at your parent’s house seemed long forgotten. He was like an animal, really giving it his all as he hit it from the back. You were screaming and crying into the pillows. He didn’t fail to tell you how much he loved you as he did. But you already knew that.

You convulsed around him, and he emptied himself inside of you. It was deep and creamy, and he was enamoured by the equally thick and creamy ring forming around the base of his cock as he kept drilling into you.

And it didn’t end there.

He didn’t care that your cunt was stuffed full of his seed. Yuji pulled you around like a ragdoll as he laid flat on the bed. His face was your throne. And you were royalty in his eyes.

“Please princess, please. Need you to sit f’me, okay?” he looked up at you with pleading eyes. Something Yuji Itadori has never been shy about since the day you met him is his love for eating pussy. In these few months you’ve been dating, you’ve never been let to forget that. He praises what tasty slick you have, the best he’s ever consumed. So, to have you deny him of his fountain of youth, from his heaven, has been unbearable. “Need it s’bad baby. Please. Pleaaaase let me taste you.”

Who were you to deny him?

His arms locked around your thighs. You held one hand against the wall to stabilize yourself and your other laced through his pastel pink locks. You bit your bottom lip as he sucked at your sensitive bead. He was really going to town on you. He was so needy and desperate; you could really tell he hadn’t gotten to enjoy licking at your folds for a few days. It made you shudder when you felt him suck his cum out of your hole and spit it back in.

“Oh God…” you sighed. Your heart rate was soaring. You weren’t going to last much longer. But that was a good thing for Yuji. That’s exactly what he wanted. “Yuji—!” you cried. His palms slapped onto your ass and he pulled your heat closer to his face. He really wanted you to sit. He squeezed your flesh tightly, it was a signal for you to cum. He didn’t dare to pull away and risk wasting a second of consuming your flavour as you straddled his head. You can hear him though. He’d be saying something like ‘go ahead and cum, princess’ so you do. You hum and groan through the pleasure of his tongue laving and sucking your clit and he loves the way your legs tremble.

You climb off of him and he sits upright. He locks a hand around the back of your head and pulls you in for a crashing intimate kiss. You think he might want to go for another round for a minute, but it slows. He kisses your cheek before turning you around and pulling you to lie down with him. Yuji plays with your hair as your eyes fall heavier. You can’t fall asleep. You need to remember to pee before it’s too late.

“What was that all about, Yuji? Not that I’m complaining.”

He wraps his arms around you and kisses into the crown of your head. “Does there need to be a reason? I just love you baby.” he reminds you, kissing you again.

“I love you too.” you smile. But you can’t relax, because something is playing on your mind. It had been playing on your mind the whole car ride home, but you didn’t want to mention it. It was even in the back of your brain while he fucked you into oblivion. “What was Megumi talking about before? The sports hall presentation?” you queried. You felt Yuji’s body tense up against you. Maybe you should have kept it to yourself.

“What? Are we listening to Fushiguro now?” he asked, anger clear in his tone.

“No! It’s just—”

He rises to his feet, quickly pulling his clothes back on and heading towards the bedroom door to leave. “You have to go to the bathroom soon, right?” he queried. You nodded and stood to your feet. You felt like you were doing a walk of shame as you did as you were told.

Hopefully he’ll tell you in his own time.

He was kinder with his stare as you returned. He welcomed you to join him on the sofa with open arms. So, you hopped quickly towards him and sat in his lap. You nestled into his chest as he stroked your body sensually with his thumbs.

“Hey,” he whispered hoping to get your attention without startling you. Your eyes found his, those beautiful hazel hues and you felt as safe as could be. He looked… sad. His eyes were glossy, and he kissed your forehead forcefully. “What we did today princess, I need to do that every day.” he told you.

“What do you—?”

“Please, please don’t make me explain. I love you, you get that, right? So please, I need to be with you like that every day.” he told you. He was literally begging you. Begging for your body every single day. That isn’t something you could promise. What has gotten into him?

“Yuji I just don’t—”

“Baby!” he yelled. He felt you jump in his arms and pulled you closer into his body again. Shushing and cooing. He’s sorry, he is, he’s really sorry. He doesn’t know what’s gotten over him, he never ever yells at you. You don’t understand and he can’t explain just yet. “You know I’d never make you do anything you don’t wanna, right baby? Just this one thing, I need you to do this for me.” he told you. His two hands held your whole face and he looked at you with those pleading eyes. You don’t know what’s going on, but you can’t refuse him when he’s looking at you like that.

“Okay.”

You did as he asked, every single day. It’s only Friday, so there have only been four days you’ve slept together. But you wondered how much longer this was going to go on before he gave you the explanation you were patiently waiting for. But it didn’t come. He had the perfect opportunity to tell you when you went out for your usual Friday lunch into town, but he chose not to. Instead telling you about his classes.

You kissed him goodbye as you headed towards the art building. Would Fushiguro be so stupid as to think he’s still entitled to share your cubicle space with you? He would. He doesn’t look at you though, maybe he’ll leave you alone today. Although that seems painfully optimistic.

He almost ignored you as you came in and found your seat. But he couldn’t completely ignore you, how could he when you looked like that? You’re always so glamorous and well put together, usually. But today, you’re in sweats with no makeup. You’d be embarrassed to tell anyone the reason; but the truth is you were so fucked out from Yuji going to town on you every single night with no reprieve.

“Not looking so high and mighty today, princess.” Megumi muttered. “In fact, you look depressed.” he added.

“God, my fucking God. Seriously. Christ. Shut the fuck up.” you moaned. Maybe the sentence was a little extreme. But with Yuji keeping secrets and Megumi getting his digs in you’d absolutely had it. “Did you? Never mind—” you decided to keep schtum. You wondered for a brief second if the reason Yuji was so desperate to be intimate with you was because he knew about the kiss. But if he did, you’re sure Megumi would be in a hospital bed rather than in your personal space.

“No, I didn’t. Stop fucking talking about it, it didn’t mean anything so shut your fucking mouth.” Megumi hissed through gritted teeth. “Neither of us want anyone finding out, seems like one thing we agree on, so stop bringing it up.” Megumi finished.

You nodded in agreement. If anyone found out, you’d be mortified. Although you didn’t do anything wrong – it would seem so much worse than it is since you didn’t immediately confess the truth to Yuji. Although, he seems to have a dirty secret of his own.

“Interesting that you decided to keep it to yourself, though. Why?” Megumi contradicted himself as he pressed for more information. You leaned over to him, hissing back at him just as he had to you.

“Don’t you think you’ve blown into my life like a hurricane and fucked up enough?”

You sat back upright as your lecturer approached your cubicle. He commended how well the two of you were getting along, going as far as to compliment you for taking Megumi under your wing. You cringed in embarrassment as he mentioned the fact you’d discussed him helping you build your sketchbook back up to full health. Megumi smirked. Your lecturer let you be, and your eyes held shut as you felt Megumi turn to you with a wicked grin.

“What do you say, princess? Gonna let me help you out?”

“I’d rather die, actually.”

“That can be arranged.”

You scoffed, deciding it would be best to focus on your work once again. You needed all of the help you could get in restoring it to its former glory. Your blood froze over as you felt Megumi’s seat scrape across the floor. He had no reason to get up other than to go to the bathroom or to taunt you. He brought all of his own equipment and he didn’t use paint so he had no use for going to the sinks to get water to clean paintbrushes. You cringed as you felt one of his hands rest on your shoulder and the other on your thigh. He let his head settle carefully on your other shoulder. He was examining your sketchbook.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you asked him.

“You’ve done more work than I expected in such a short time, especially after your… unfortunate drinking incident.” he hummed, the vibrations going through your ear and making you shudder. He smirked at that. “I think you can do better than this.”

“Okay.” you huffed. “Now, tell me what you really want.” you uttered, it was like the effort of your words was not deserved for him. Complete derision dripping from your tongue. He turned his head so his mouth was level with your ear; he wanted each and every word he spoke to cut deep.

“I was just wondering if sweet, perfect, Yuji has told you about the sports hall presentation I stumbled across yet.” he whispered. The soft lilt in his tone tumbled straight into your ear canal. You wanted to turn and face him, but when your head moved a little you considered that his lips might find yours again. Whether it was accidental or not.

“Why don’t you tell me Megumi?”

He tutted, and tutted, and tutted. “Oh… I couldn’t do that.” he expressed. “You heard my old man tell me not to interfere, right? I’m sure Mr Perfect will tell you when he’s good and ready.”

He was being sarcastic and patronising. But still, he was right. You’re sure he’ll tell you… all in good time…

You gathered your things and left class. It actually didn’t irritate you that Megumi was walking by your side. He’s quite tolerable when he’s quiet. You were a little confused when you arrived at the car park. Yuji’s car was nowhere to be seen. Toji’s was, though. He stepped out to say hello to you again.

“Somethin’ wrong sweetheart?” he wondered.

“Yuji’s car isn’t here, I don’t—”

“Get in, I’ll take you home.” he said as he opened a door for you to hop in. You nodded in agreement. But you thought you better text Yuji in case he came back to find you. Having Toji around was really coming in handy for you. And maybe, just maybe, it’ll help Megumi work through his issues too.

The car ride was awkward as Megumi refused to speak. Toji made him sit in the back, like a little kid. Or a little brat as Toji might say. His dad didn’t care that he was pouting, though. He was being sweet and talkative, asking you about your day and your classes. He picked up on your appearance too, but he wasn’t rude about it. He simply asked if everything was okay. You nodded. You think so, at least.

He waved goodbye through the window as you got out of the car. You were staring at your front door as Megumi got out and sat in the front. They drove away, and you were still staring.

Why were you so nervous?

Your stomach sank as you entered the bedroom you shared with your boyfriend. He halted all movements and he looked like a deer in headlights. He was… packing. Why the fuck is he packing?

“You’re leaving me—?” you asked him.

“No! Baby, I didn’t want you to find out like this that’s why I came home early.” he told you as he came closer to you. But you backed away. It made his heart ache. You’ve never avoided his touches before, you’ve never evaded his desire to love you. “Please let me just—”

“You are. Oh my God! You’re fucking leaving me!” you cried. He was rambling about how badly you needed to listen to him, to hear him out. But you couldn’t. “It comes to something when I should have trusted Fushiguro over you.” you spat. You immediately regretted saying it, but it was too late to turn back now.

“The fuck did you just say?”

“Don’t dare try and take the moral fucking high ground when you’re packing your bags to run out on me.” you clapped back. He ran his fingers through his hair and sat with his head in his hands on the side of the bed. “You know what?” you asked as you dropped to your knees. “I’ll help you pack.” you lied, zipping up his suitcase and picking it up to throw down the stairs.

“Stop it! Put it down!” Yuji shouted. He wrapped his arms around your body so you could do nothing but wriggle and writhe against him.

“Let me go! I hate you! I fucking hate you, Yuji!” you bawled as you did all you could to get free. Tears were streaming down your face as you lied to him. You just wanted to hurt him like he was hurting you. But it wasn’t just hurting him. It was killing him to hear you say something so vile. He knew you didn’t mean it, but it was still the worst pain he’s ever felt.

He managed to pull you down onto the bed and subdue you. His eyes watered as you burst into loud, unforgiving tears and covered your face. He’s gone about things in the worst possible way. He should have known it would turn out like this, but he really thought he was doing the right thing.

“Baby.” he whispered.

You uncovered your face and he was hovering above you. You stopped crying for a moment. He hated how bright and shiny your face was with glittering tears. It’s his fault. And yet, for some reason your heart was racing. His face lowered and your hands clasped around the back of his head. Your swollen puffy lips found his in a deep, bruising kiss. You felt all of the air in your lungs escape. You couldn’t get enough of him. How could you say you hate him when you there was so much tension between you to kiss him like this? But you remembered his suitcase and pushed him away. You swiped the back of your hand over your lips and gathered your breath.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, why did you kiss me? Stay the fuck away from me Yuji.” you panted, your tears breaking free again.

“Babe! Please! You’re so fucking stubborn will you let me talk?” he yelled. “I’m not fucking leaving you, I promise. Not like you think, I need you to let me explain.” he stated. You were receptive, but still terrified.

“Not like I think?”

He opened his arms, inviting you inside. You were hesitant, but allowed it. He let out a little chuckle and shook his head when you asked him if he’d met another girl. You were and will always be the only girl for him. He pulled you both down, so you were laying on your sides with your heads on the soft-as-marshmallows pillows. Your eyes focused on his as you allowed him to speak.

“The presentation Fushiguro was talking about, it was about a trip. And it’s mandatory.” he told you. This was the best possible outcome. He wasn’t leaving you and he hadn’t met someone else. Did he really think you were going to go crazy over a weekend trip? “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want us both to be upset about me leaving. I just wanted to love you as much as I could and have as much sex as possible before I had to go.” he sniffled.

That’s not the type of thing you say when you’re only leaving for a weekend. Your lip wobbled and your eyes filled again. This was killing him. He didn’t want to fucking go. He didn’t. “How long will you be gone?” you wept. His eyes closed as he tried to hold back his own tears. He wasn’t ignoring you, but he knew as soon as he answered it was real. “How long Yuji.” you whimpered.

He breathed. Tears left his eyes silently, but he quickly wiped them away. “Three months.” he answered. It was cracked and broken. He was crushed. You broke down into tears again and he hugged you closer to him. How are you going to live without him for three whole months? “I’m so- I’m so s-sorry.” he muttered, trying to control his breaking voice.

“Where will you- How far are you?”

“It’s um, a tour of Europe.”

You felt your heart tear and tear with each sentence he spoke. He’s going. He’s really going for three whole months. You’ll be alone in the house with no one to come home to and cuddle each day and night. No one to talk about your day with or tell you about their own. You’ve had relationships end and felt less pain than this. He was quite literally your other half. The only person who could possibly complete the puzzle of your heart and you were losing that for three months.

“Please just uh- I need you to,” he stumbled over his words. Unable to process what he was actually about to ask, to speak. “Please tell me you don’t really hate me. You don’t, do you? I love you, I love you. Please, I need you to tell me you don’t really hate me…” he spoke with minimal voice breakage. Tears rolled out of his eyes but he managed to keep strong. You, however, were a mess. How could you say something so abhorrent to the man you loved, the person you loved more than anything in the world? You wrapped your body around him. Crying into him heavily and kissing him all over.

“I love you Yuji, I’m so so sorry.” you blubbered. “I could never hate you. I’m sorry, Yuji I’m so fucking sorry. I love you; I do. I really fucking love you.”

You were sick. You didn’t want to eat, to go to the bathroom, to sleep. You didn’t want to waste a single second of time with him.

“I have to leave on Sunday.” he spoke into your hair, almost silencing his voice. After tonight you have one day together. One day before he leaves you for three months.

“I feel like I’m dying.” you confessed. He kissed your neck before speaking again.

“I know. Me too.”

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I need a very loving Laszlo smut, either top or switch with him, take it any direction you want, any build up, any kinks. But I just... my soul needs this V I need to see this man happy and satisfied

Coming Back Home [Dr Laszlo Kreizler x Wife!Reader]

Word count: 3k

Warnings: SMUT (fingering, mild victorian dirty talk)

Author’s note: I am weak to see this man happy, my mind went a bit overboard, but I just couldn't hold it back, to see him happy and fulfilled in all his means, professional and private. Thank you so much for feeding my obsession and being my supporter @cazzyimagines <3

The cold air hit him as a welcome back in the moment he exited the carriage, he was back in New York after six months of study and hard work in Wien, he hated and loved it: he learned a lot and got the chance to talk with some of the best alienists in the field granting himself some valuable resources and upcoming publications, the city was amazing and romantic. But all day, every day, he was with his mind on the life he left here, on you and your baby boy waiting at home patiently, easing his pains with letters and little colourful sketches, reassuring him that he would come back to the same house he left.

It was late, he could see the light in baby’s room was off already and it pained him to be late for the goodnight story.

The driver dropped his belongings beside the door with a huff before taking his money with a big thank you.

Laszlo nodded, a sense of tension taking over him, what if something indeed changed? What if you hate him for leaving for his own interest? Will his son remember him?

The silliest questions took over him and he just rang the bell before the spiral would take over and make him sleep in the garden out of his imaginary shame.

Stevie opened the door and his face lighted up instantly, Laszlo’s hand moved close to his own face with a finger up to signal him to keep quiet. The young lad nodded opening the door more, but a loud whine came out of his lips when he saw the heavy trucks beside Laszlo.

“Stevie? Who is it?”

Your voice vibrated through the walls enveloping Laszlo like a distant memory and a fresh breath of air at the same time.

Stevie mumbled something “Nobody Madam, only some funny head playing with bells at night” he said as Laszlo nodded at him.

He left the coat at Stevie with his gloves and hat making his way to the bedroom upstairs trying to be as quiet as possible, your vanity the first thing that appeared to his sight, he shifted lightly so he could spot your figure reflected in the mirror without being seen.

You were already in your white night dress, hair down wrapped in a braid that rested on your shoulder, his own dark blue night gown draped over you making you appear even smaller, a book resting in your hand, the other hand toying with the fabric of his gown. A soft sigh left your lips and a little smile, you are liking the book. You turn the page with your features lighting up by interest, he felt almost guilty to interrupt you.

“Guten Abend, my love”

Your head shot up, eyes wide in surprise, a smile growing on your lips as he walked inside the room revealing his presence. A sense of nervousness still on him.

“Laszlo” you called rushing to him, discarding the book and throwing the covers onside, closing the distance between the two of you by jumping out the bed like an excited child. Your hands wrapped quickly around his neck, you pulled him in, lips clashing against one another. He smiled in the kiss, eyes a bit teary as the happiness you were able to blossom into his chest since the first time he met you was still there. He cupped your cheek with his left hand, the kiss being long and followed by little short ones, and then again a long one.

“You should have told me” You whispered and he smiled at you noticing how you also got a bit of tears streaming down your cheeks, but all due to happiness. You picked his right hand kissing it lovingly, oh that ritual of yours, that mindless action you always did to kiss the part of him he despised the most.

“Welcome home, my love”

He smiled widely, so wide he felt his cheeks and jaw hurt, while he leaned his forehead against yours and you closed your eyes enjoying it. Your little telepathy thing, like he could pour his thoughts to you and vice versa.

In the meanwhile Stevie kept himself far from the two of you not wanting to interrupt or witness anything he shouldn’t. Laszlo pulled back from that position as he stared down at you, your eyes met again as you gulped down a little, his eyes travelling onto your neck as none of you seemed able to pick what words to let out first, too many informations gathered in six months that letters couldn’t covert.

His eyes raising up to yours, you moved first guiding his right hand still safe in your grasp inside that warm robe hiding your body, his fingers meeting with the obscenely thin fabric of your night dress, the shape of your breast clear under his touch, his thumb brushing over your nipple earning an immediate reaction from you.

His breath itched, his tongue wetting his lips as you kept supporting his weak arm while his hand discovered once more what hidden treasure was the body of his wife.

His left hand undoing the silky bow around your neck that kept that useless piece of clothing closed, your breasts being exposed as he leaned his head down lacing his lips with you nipple and giving it a tempting suck, his tongue roaming over it as a sense of home and comfort surged into his stomach, then he spoke and his hot breath against your wet nipple made you shiver.

“Have you done the exercises that I gave you?”

“No”

His eyes shoot up at you, a mix between the need to scold you and desire in them.

“I could do it only with your letters” you added.

“Not touching yourself enough must have been painful, exasperating, you could have brought yourself to hysteria”

“I know, but I was waiting for this moment”

He smirked, the idea to be a vital part of your sexual expression turning him on immensely.

“Which letter was your favourite?”

“The one where you described your fingers inside me, I could imagine it so clearly while I was doing it to myself”

He almost let out a groan only by the sound of your words, the need to go knuckles deep inside you now almost impossible to hold back as the image of your distressed figure rolling onto the sheets trying to emulate that pleasure he only can give you clouded his mind.

His left hand almost angrily undoing the fabric belt the nightgown around your waist before moving behind your back to pull it off your shoulders, you gently let go of his right hand helping him in the task, your hands now tugging his jacket, his waistcoat, beginning already with his shirt buttons, you were so in need, but he was the same. He tugged his shirt off probably ripping off some buttons, the urgency you both felt filling the air.

His eyes trying to take in all your figure as you finally let go of that white dress.

“Oh, meine Frau, no statue or artwork or inspiration I have seen in this travel equals your beauty” he groaned as he felt like he almost forgot how he worshipped your body, how your only presence triggered obscene desires through him.

There was almost a moment of suspense before he leaned his warm body against yours, skin on skin again.

His erection already brushing over your lower stomach as you guided him onto the bed with you laying down for him. “Laszlo” you were about to beg him not to make you wait, not to tease you but his left hand fingers were already between you legs and a yelp of pleasure left you lips immediately.

“Soaked wet without me even touching you”

He was so pleased, you didn’t need to look at his face to know, but you whimpered when his long finger pushed inside you, he knew it, he knew exactly how to touch you, how to manipulate all of you. His lips laced to your neck, he sucked on it, bit it, hickeys soon will follow the passage of him. He is back.

To see your own neck pale and empty from his marks pained you everyday, but now he is at home and there won’t be a single centimetre of you spared. Another moan followed as his mouth found your nipples again, your legs trembling as a second finger joined the first one making you gasp for air. The ultimate pleasure approaching in you too quickly, abnormally quickly, but you missed him so much and six months without his care on you was a torment.

His prideful smile gave you the freedom not to restrain your pleasure, your hips jolting up and trembling, more wetness gathering on his fingers before he pulled them out knowing that it would make you feel empty.

He punished you with distance as he sat down on the bed, you crawled over him, legs still feeling like jelly as you forced yourself to straddle him. You didn’t need to rest, you wanted him to bring you to exhaustion and he knew it, he knew you won’t wait anymore. So you aligned him with your folds, his hard cock opening his way into you easily thanks to your recent orgasm, a loud growl leaving Laszlo’s lips.

“My wife, it appears to me that you’re back being a virgin after only six months away from me”

You blushed because his words made you sensitive and proud in a very peculiar way, you moaned slowly beginning to ride him as he kept muffling how tight you’re pressing his forehead against your chest, his left arm wrapping around you. You voiced your pleasure freely, fingers tangling to the back of his head, now it was your turn to guide his pleasure, to set the rhythm, but the pace was slow and deep, the desire still feverish in you, but the closeness inspiring you tenderness.

“How horrible to rest in the cold Wien without you, how empty to walk without your presence” he spoke directly to your chest, to your heart “every achievement was not an achievement if I couldn’t share it with you” he confessed, his hot breath against your breasts.

“You’re back now, next time we will come with you”

You smiled as his eyes shone looking up at you “my wife”

He loved to call you that, he always did, the pride in his voice when he asked you to be his wife the first time came back to your memory. You didn’t need many nicknames, wife and husband, the holy duo, the balance, the symmetry.

“I love you, my husband”

You moaned against him, his fingers digging into your skin, his right hand settling over your hip.

You couldn’t guess how much it lasted, you impaled deliciously yourself over him, he loved to stare at you going on your own on top of him, love it, express fully your feminine power. His left hand teasing your clit sapiently mimicking your movements making it nauseatingly perfect, your mind clouded by pleasure. He cursed, he growled biting onto the side of your breast when filling you up and gaining another moan from you, he held you down as he kept rubbing your clit until he felt your walls clasp deliciously around him, he still didn’t want to move.

He loved to see you helpless, washed over by pleasure, legs jerking aimlessly and fingers pulling onto him and his hair.

You didn’t take time to recover from that second orgasm, his skilled fingers knowing their ways around you, you bowed your head joining your lips again, you still couldn’t believe it.

“I am such a lucky man to have you”

You smiled kissing his forehead “I am lucky with such a husband like you”

You stayed like this, hugging, the time to talk will come, the time to exchange gifts and come back to routine. But not now. After countless minutes you slowly shifted from that position, freeing his hard on from you but slowly moving beside his sitting figure staying on your all fours, the braid that held your hair almost completely loose.

“Come my husband, you only had one orgasm, I know you love even numbers”

The next morning the light from the window hit his eyes, he frowned stirring as he blinked tiredly. Your figure tangled to his in bed, the covers over the both of you. He kissed your forehead out of habit, the marks already forming on your neck made him proud, your regular breathing and gentle perfume mixed with the sweat of sex made his senses alive. You felt him move and woke up pretty easily, probably due to have slept alone for so long. You smiled at each other, no words yet needed, a soft kiss placed on each others lips.

The a soft sound, more like little sounds following one another, little feet rushing down the hallway.

“Mama” being whispered by a very shy boy, his clear brown hair peaking up from the doors.You smirked covering Laszlo completely with the duvets.

“My baby” you said sitting up holding the covers over your body.

“Mami!” He gasped surprised “what happened to your neck?”

“Oh, it is normal my baby, is it so late?”

He nodded and you smiled as he hopped on top of the messy bed, Laszlo smirked from underneath the covers, it seems like somebody took a habit of sneaking into the big bed.

You smiled as your boy resembled so much his father, he crawled to move to your lap and that’s when Laszlo sat up with a loud “Who’s in my bed?” holding his hand up like a claw.

The boy squared but soon threw himself against his father’s chest.

“Apa visszatért!!!” He shouted so loud at you like you didn’t notice Laszlo at all and you chuckled finding the two of them so adorable.

“I am going to get some breakfast done” you said willing to leave them their space. Laszlo nodded at you as you wrapped yourself into your dress and then the thick nightgown. You could hear them talk softly, Laszlo was all about speaking to him in his mother’s language but also in German, so your boy was always mixing the three. “Have you being a good master of the house while I was away?” “Yes Papa, I have been extra good and mommy was happy too, but it is not like when you’re here” Laszlo’s little chuckle won you over even by distance. You had to learn Hungarian through Laszlo, even if you were lucky enough to know German already. But how sweet it was to learn along with your boy.

“Little Andrea woke you up, mrs Kreizler?” The cook, a very nice and good hearted woman asked once you reached the kitchen still wrapped in your night clothes and redoing your braid.

“He did, but his father is back, I couldn’t detain him in any way” You assured as you instructed about the breakfast to make something special. When everything was ready and settled you saw the two of them coming downstairs together, Andrea holding his father’s weak hand into his, still babbling in German to him. The two of them still in their night clothes, you loved to be unruly with them, half of the world outside would be shocked to see a family have breakfast in their night clothes, but who cares. You sat all together as Laszlo begun narrating about his travel, Andrea almost forgetting to eat as he sat down staring at his dad with shiny eyes like he could disappear any time.

“Andrea, at least the juice” you said and he nodded vehemently in particular after you whispered something to his ear.

“Do you have secrets with me?” Laszlo inquired with a smirk, his messy hair a blessing in such bright day.

“Always had” you said with a smirk and he chuckled softly before standing up and leaving for a moment coming back with some boxes.

He handed his boy one and two to you, while Andrea was busy unwrapping the gift Laszlo moved behind your sitting figure “open the small one first”

You obeyed quietly as the box was clearly hinting it was jewellery, inside you found some white gold and blue sapphires earrings.

“Laszlo, you ..” He shushed you softly “come on, wear them for me, jewellery over night dress, a new fashion from Europe” He joked softly but you obliged his wishes putting them on, Andrea making happy cheering sounds as he found the model train of his dreams. The earrings dropped beautifully on you, framing the new Laszlo loved so much “I knew only a Venus like you could sport them” he said making you blush, he always spoke in a way that made you feel like courting never ended.

“What about this?” You asked about the second box and Laszlo smirked just gesturing you to go on. Inside there was a study for a portrait, your portrait, clearly inspired by the picture Laszlo had with himself of you.

“I met this young painter in Wien, a bit struggling with money but extremely talented as you can see, a craftsman that works with gold, I invited him to come here next month and work on your portrait, he fell in love with your figure already, I already know I will have to guard your safety.”

“What is his name?”

“Oh, he is not famous, Gustav Klimt”

“Well, we can make him famous then” you said and Laszlo just smiled more as you kissed his lips to thank him for the beautiful gifts, knowing Laszlo he probably had way more hidden in his trucks “I knew you’d say something this kind of sweet”

“Mama, you look beautiful” Andrea called you staring like he was waiting for you to say something and you smiled nodding “yes, now it is the perfect time”

“For what?” Laszlo asked as you took his hand guiding him to the living room.

“Please, take a sit now” you said slowly guiding him to his armchair, the comfort of the familiar place relaxed him, the fresh flowers in the vase, the books laid on the table.

“Andrea has a surprise for you” you said leaning to sit on the arm of the chair looking up a his confused face, but he was unable to let go of that smile creeping on his lips.

“Come inside darling” you called “we are ready”

You took Laszlo’s right hand guiding it on your lap, the curiosity already eating him alive as little Andrea came holding his little violin, still looking extra cute in that night dress that made him resemble some cute baby penguin. He puffed his chest blushing as you gave him a nod of encouragement, Laszlo’s eyes shining to see his son like this and the chemistry you two have.

“I have learned this piece to welcome you back home” he announced as his shaky voice betrayed a bit his nervousness.

He placed the violin carefully onto his shoulder resting his cheek on it, your hands holding Laszlo’s while tapping with you finger to keep the tempo for Andrea. The melody was simple, but quite impressive for such a young player, Laszlo was unable to look away from his son, from the way he relaxed while playing, for the way you clearly helped him to gain the confidence to do this little performance.

He looked up at you as you two shared that look of complicity.

Life was bright over Kreizler’s household.

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tsukishumai · 3 years

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pairing: Bokuto Kotaro x gn!reader

summary: whoever said being adult was fun obviously never had bills to pay. so when Akaashi offers up a way to earn cash fast, you jump at the opportunity. except, you never thought you’d find yourself modeling in your underwear... least of all with Bokuto Kotaro

wc; 3k+

tags; fluff, humor, college au, mentions of very slight nudity

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

If anyone else other than Akaashi offered you this position, you would probably punch them right in the face.

Maybe he considers this payback for all the times he’s had to listen to you whine about your problems during your shared shifts at the cafe, or maybe this truly was his own sadistic way of attempting to provide support.

“Okay, so I know a way you can make easy money,” he started, and already those words should have sent alarm bells ringing in your head, but this was Akaashi. You’ve only really known him for a short time, but already you knew he wouldn’t lead you astray.

But really, the electronic shop five blocks from campus told you it would cost 55000 yen to repair your laptop monitor, so you weren’t exactly in a position to be picky.

You had also been complaining to him for the past forty minutes -- about the broken laptop, the leaking faucet in your apartment, the textbook that cost you more than your groceries for the past month, the two hours of sleep you got last night, and your paychecks that were all but depleted once the bills were paid. He remained tightlipped throughout your whole tirade, so you suppose the least you could do was hear him out.

“You’re not trying to sell my kidneys, right…” You mumble sarcastically, but you tilt your head to him anyway to show you were listening.

“No, sadly, it’s not quite the season for kidneys yet,” Akaashi delivers in a flat tone, “So you’re just going to have to deal with modeling.”

“Modeling?” Your reaction was harsh and loud, and you flinched away from the piercing glares of cafe regulars trying to study in peace.

Akaashi smirks as he wipes down the steamer before replying, “Don’t worry, it’s not the kind of modeling you’re thinking.”

Your mouth dropped, and you raised an eyebrow as you crossed your arms, scoffing at Akaashi incredulously.

“Are you trying to send me to a nudie shoot?!” you whisper in almost-mock offense, but now a part of you was a little worried that your favorite coworker was a secret pervert.

To your utter relief, Akaashi just laughs. “God, no. Well, I guess, kind of?”

At this point, your head was beginning to spin. “What do you mean kind of? Just spit it out already, Akaashi.”

Akaashi finally finishes cleaning off the coffee machine just as you finished replenishing the pastry displays, and in an unusual lull in customers, he’s able to lean against the bar and give you his undivided attention.

“My art professor pays the models for her figure drawing class a pretty decent amount of money, I think,” Akaashi tells you, and your eyes begin to sparkle. “She mentioned a couple of slots being open.”

“Really?” your interest was immediately piqued, “How much money?”

Akaashi shrugs. “Enough to strike at least one problem off your list, probably.”

That was all you needed to hear. Akaashi had given you his professor’s contact information, and you sent her an email the second you had clocked out of your shift.

Professor Nobuta was a kind woman who emailed you back with such haste, you could feel her desperation matching yours. She was candid during the entirety of your exchange, saying that her usual model had dropped out last minute and there was a spot in her class tomorrow that she needed to fill as soon as possible. Lucky for both of you, you were actually available, and details were exchanged swiftly.

As you read over the requirements, your eyes roved over two words in a section of the email that made your eyes bulge out of your head.

Semi Nude.

You blinked once. Then twice.

You had already formulated a kind rejection in your mind, ready to type your response when another section caught your eye. You inwardly groaned, dropping your head into your hands.

She was offering you almost as much as two shifts at the cafe.

That, alone, was enough to convince you, but the look of relief on Professor Nobuta’s face when you walked through the doors of her classroom was confirmation you made the right decision.

The seats around the classroom were nearly all filled, some students preparing their materials across their desks, and others sitting back and scrolling through their phones. The whirring of the A/C had filled the room with white noise, and you take notice of the two empty stools in the middle of the room.

“Thank you so much for signing up, L/N-san,” Professor Nobuta bowed profusely, and she gestured to a table for you to leave your things. “We’re still waiting on the other model, so take your time, and have a seat on the stool when you’re ready.”

You nodded in acknowledgement, and Professor Nobuta makes her way back to her desk. You briefly wonder if she was going to point you in the direction of a changing room, but realized the redundancy when everyone in the room was meant to stare at your half naked body anyway.

You begrudgingly peeled off your clothes, folding them neatly before placing them in a pile on the table. Your footsteps made hardly any noise as you walked across the room, desperately trying hard to act nonchalant.

Just as you took a seat in one of the empty stools, you heard someone pull the door open and loudly clamber inside.

“Ahh, welcome back, Bokuto-san!”

Your eyes widened at the name the professer had just yelled across the room. You brace yourself as you quickly whip your head around, and standing by the door sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck was Bokuto Kotaro.

Student Athlete, Volleyball Star, Most Wanted Bachelor Bokuto Kotaro smiled brightly as he skipped to the table your items were placed, apologizing profusely for being late. All eyes followed him like moths, and Bokuto was the bright flame. Everyone knew him, and you often saw him walking across the quad, always greeting at least twenty people on the way.

You could hardly hear what Professor Nobuta was saying to him, and you were now unabashedly staring as Bokuto began to strip out of his clothes.

Bokuto was built like a marble statue -- hard lines that traveled across his chest and traced his abs must have been painstakingly carved with the utmost care by a masterful artist, and every movement he made created new shapes along his muscled body. You found yourself instantly wishing you had even an ounce of artistic talent, because it was no doubt that Bokuto was every figure artists’ dream.

All at once, your vision was filled with gold and a sweet smile, and too late did you realize you had just been caught staring. Bokuto’s eyes don’t leave yours as he stands up straight, and struts over to you in nothing but a pair of nude briefs.

“Alright, everyone, your timed session is about to begin,” Professor Nobuta’s voice had startled you nearly out of your seat, and you turn your head back to face the class, cringing inwardly when you noticed some were smirking at you, “Feel free to request poses from the models, as this will be a graded assignment. We only have an hour and a half, so make the most out of your time.”

You feel your body stiffen as Bokuto takes the empty seat next to you, staying silent when you feel his eyes staring at you. You might have been able to ignore this in another setting, but at the moment, about fifty students were watching him watching you -- eyes flitting up the stage down to their sketchbook as they try to decide where to begin.

Envy coursed through you as the room began to fill with the sounds of graphite scratching against paper, wishing you could switch positions with literally anybody else in the room. You tried to relax your body against the stool, awkwardly attempting to find a natural position for your arms when you were interrupted by a throat clearing.

Your head turns to the side, heat rushing to your face when you see Bokuto smiling at you.

“Hi,” he greets, his voice a direct contrast against the silent concentration filling the room, “I’m Bokuto!”

His knees were bent as he settled his feet on the first ring of the stool. He rests an elbow on his thigh so he can place his chin on the palm of his hand, giving you an expectant look as he waits for your response. You try to avoid the way his chest seemed to bulge even more in this position, but the furious sound of sketching says you weren’t the only one to notice.

“Bokuto Kotaro,” you say his name back, and he pulls his lips back into an even wider smile, “I know.”

You bite your lip when a student from the back requested for you to cross your legs, resting your hand against your thighs. You’re not sure if you’re supposed to be talking, but Professor Nobuta didn't seem to be paying either of you any mind.

He hadn’t said anything to you after that, but the grin remained on his lips as requests begin coming in from students across the class.

They were all fairly simple -- please position your hand like so, could you extend your leg this way, or turn your head that way. The first twenty minutes had been spent doing individual tasks and repositioning, and soon you felt yourself relaxing into your role. Your previous jitters had all but dissolved, and you figured if the rest of the session were to go on like this, then you’d be golden.

Your eyes shift over to Bokuto, who was leaning back with such easy grace, balancing himself with his foot against the footrest. The way his body created such naturally eloquent lines made it seem as if he was born to be a sculpture, to be admired and gazed at, to invoke inspiration and creation. You weren’t sure anyone in this room was even looking at you anymore, with Bokuto acting as if he was the lighthouse in a storm, beckoning all of you to come home.

He turns his head a second too quickly, winking when his eyes meet yours, and for the second time in less than an hour, you realize you’ve just been caught checking him out.

Your dignity was slipping through your fingers like sand, and you clear your throat before turning your attention to a poster on the wall.

From the corner of your eye, you see Professor Nobuta stand from her desk and making her way to a student in the corner. The two whisper among each other, and you watched as the professor consults with other students before nodding her head and turning to the both of you.

“I received a sort of direction from a few students,” she began, beckoning for the both of you to stand, “They were hoping you could do some more intimate poses.”

You balked, nearly choking on the air in our lungs. “I-intimate?”

Professor Nobuto nodded her head enthusiastically, and you exchanged a look with Bokuto.

“Whatever you’re comfortable with — an embrace, hand holding, hands on each other’s face — get creative with it!”

And with that, the professor sits back down on her desk and begins flipping through her phone, and the two of you are left to brace the expectant looks of the art students staring up at you.

“This your first time?” Bokuto asks you gently, a sort of sympathetic look on his face as his eyes study your stiff posture.

“Yeah,” you admit, and he coaxes you towards him with an outstretched hand. You hesitantly place your fingers in his palm, and for a moment, he just stood there. It took a minute for the sounds of rapid sketching to register in your brain, and you realize he’s allowing the class to take note of this pose.

He’s standing directly across from you now, and you can feel his gaze burning trails across your body as he regards you from head to toe. You feel like an ant burning under the beam of a microscope, and you nearly burst into flames when he chuckles.

“Nice peach,” Bokuto comments, and you nearly recoil back in surprise. The last thing you had expected from Bokuto was a comment like that, but then you notice his eyes flick back down to your underwear.

The professor’s email hadn’t included too many rules or requirements. She only included the most important details, such as time, place, pay, dress code, and such. Stated in the dress code, you were allowed to wear undergarments of any neutral color. Today, you had chosen a simple pair of black underwear and figured it was the safest choice.

You hadn’t, however, noticed the large cartoon peach that had gracefully adorned the back of it, complete with a cartoon face that winked sparkles. Now that you were forced to stand, and the entire class got a good view for themselves.

“Thanks,” you deadpan through gritted teeth, “It’s pretty juicy if you asked me.”

Bokuto fails miserably to hide a smirk, but his eyes sparkled with amusement as he looked down at you.

A few minutes (or eternity) later, his hand closes around yours, pulling it up to place against his cheek. He pulls you in by the other wrist, wrapping your arm around his waist as he cups the side of your neck. His other arm wraps almost completely around your middle, and he pulls you flush against his chest.

His body was hard against yours, and you had no doubts he could feel your heart’s hundreds of beats per second. He tilts his head to the side ever so slightly, and you hope he doesn’t notice the sheen of sweat beginning to collect on your upper lip.

A fire was bound to be started with how quickly everyone around began to move their pencils, and you heart races when Bokuto absentmindedly draws circles on your skin with his thumb.

He holds you in this embrace for much longer than you anticipated, and the butterflies in your stomach were making you nauseous. His eyes are trained on your face now, the intensity of his stare making you want to shrink back, but you hold your place and return his gaze.

His eyes narrow and squint, eyebrows wiggling as his face scrunches up in thought.

“Do I know you?” Bokuto asks, and it was in this moment where you felt your stomach flip flop into the abyss. It was the one question you had hoped he wouldn’t think to ask you.

Because you did know Bokuto Kotaro, but not in the way everyone else on campus knew him.

You remember clearly the slow, dreary Wednesday morning when Akaashi Keiji asks you the same thing.

“Uh, yeah? Of course, you know me, we’re coworkers,” you replied sarcastically, and Akaashi insists it was more than that.

“You’re hiding something from me,” he simply states, and you inwardly thanked the customer that had walked and interrupted that moment.

But you should have known that Akaashi was not one to let things go, and after being berated the entire shift about how secrets don’t keep friends, you finally confessed.

You were a student at Fukurodani.

Akaashi didn’t believe you. There was no way, how was that possible? He would have recognized you. But you were the year above him, and had actively avoided school sports. Because as much as you would have liked to watch your school’s Nationally Ranked Volleyball Club play and compete with super hot athletes from across the country, there was one glaring reason why you couldn’t.

You had confessed to Bokuto Kotaro in your first year.

And you were soundly, and absolutely rejected.

He had every right to, of course. You were just his classmate, you didn’t even know each other that well, and he needed to focus all his attention on volleyball. It made sense.You know that now.

But to your young heart, it was world ending, soul crushing even, and it took you two years to get over your ridiculous one-sided crush.

Now here you were, standing in front of a group of people in nothing but your underwear, with Bokuto staring at you like a fly caught in a trap.

“No, I don’t think so,” you respond, and Bokuto scoffs.

“You’re a bad liar,” he whispers, and you find yourself grinning.

“How would you know?” You whisper back, “You just met me.”

“No, I definitely know you —“

“Alright, everyone,” Professor Nobuto announces with a smack on her desk, “That about does it for today’s session. Give some thanks to your models!”

You jump back from Bokuto as the class offers a light round of applause. The two of you bow back, and you rush over to the table as the professor approaches Bokuto.

You leave the two of them to chat as you hurriedly put your clothes back on, hoisting your bag up on your shoulder, and nearly falling over putting your shoes on.

“Thank you for today,” Professor Nobuto sneaks up from behind, a smile on her face as she hands you a blank white envelope, “I hope I see your name on the sign up sheet again.”

You offer her a grin as you accept the envelope. “Thank you for the opportunity!”

And with that, you rush out of the stuffy room and make a bee line towards the door.

“Hey, Peaches!” Bokuto’s voice makes you freeze from across the room, and you turn around to see him adorned only his pants. “You never told me your name?”

With a smirk, you put your hand on the handle, walking out the door as you yelled over your shoulder.

“I thought you said you knew me!”

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“That was a trap, wasn’t it,” you accuse Akaashi as soon as you see him again, walking into your shift at the café just as he was about to clock out.

His smile was almost evil, punching out as he gathers his jacket.

“Whatever could you possibly mean, dear coworker,” he replies, and you smack him on the shoulder.

“You had to have known Bokuto was doing that,” you seethe, glaring at Akaashi, “And you knew about… about… you’re dangerous, Akaashi Keiji.”

He laughs, waving you off, “You said you needed help, so I offered help.”

“Oh, you conniving little —“

“Akaashi, you ready?” A familiar voice cuts you, making your head twist towards the door.

A set of white and black streaked hair, a devilish grin, bright twinkling eyes — your nightmare in human form walking in.

His eyes widen as they meet yours from across the room, and he waves a hand in the air as if you could have possibly missed the six foot three volleyball player barely fitting through the door frame.

“Hey, Peaches!” He greets cheerfully, walking and leaning against the counter, “Fancy running into you here.”

“Peaches?” Akaashi asks, and your eyes shoot him a nasty glare.

“I work here,” you reply, and Bokuto’s eyes widen.

“Akaashi, why wouldn’t you tell me you have such a cutie for a coworker?!” He demands of his best friend, who simply rolls his eyes and heads out the door.

“Let’s go, Bokuto-san!”

“Akaashi! Hey, wait,” Bokuto runs one step to the door but stops and turns back, “If I come back tomorrow, you gonna tell me your name then?”

You laugh. “I don’t work tomorrow.”

“I’ll ask Akaashi for your schedule then!” He screams as he runs out the door.

The smile on your face stayed on for the rest of your shift.

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northern-passage · 2 years

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Hi there! Idk if you've ever answered this but I just wanna know how you got into drawing, and how you found your art style! Your art is really beautiful and I tried to get into drawing, but whenever I sit down with pen and paper I just... stare and don't even know how and where to begin. Do you have a way to motivate yourself or do you just start without thinking about it?:0

hi :-) i've been drawing for a really long time, since i was a kid, though i did stop for quite a few years and only picked it back up again in 2019/2020.

i'm actually pretty insecure about my style hahaha i feel like it's really inconsistent and it never really looks how i want it... so thank you for saying that 💗 i also don't really draw that often, i typically draw in sprints where i'll suddenly draw a bunch in one week and then not touch my tablet again for 6 months lmfao so that doesn't help with my inconsistency.

something that helped me a lot was a period in 2019 where i didn't have my tablet and ended up drawing a lot of traditional stuff (literally just pencil and paper) that was just for me in a little journal. drawing from life - just random stuff, furniture, landscapes, bottles, people, etc - improved my art quite a bit, at least in my opinion. and since it was just for me i didn't feel pressured to make it perfect so it made me try more challenging pieces and if it didn't work out it wasn't a big deal.

usually i just get an idea out of the blue... lately i've been working on specific scenes with both Noel and Merry so that's what made me want to draw them. when i figure out what i want to draw i start hunting for references - i Always draw with a reference. adorkastock is my go-to especially with all the weapon references they have, since i tend to be drawing my fantasy characters. i actually used two different adorkastock images to come up with the sitting pose for Merry.

as for my style specifically i try to find a little spot between realistic and stylized - for a while i tried to emulate a more "animated" art style which is simplistic and distinct, but now i've started to move back into a more realistic/illustrative look. i also just... stopped trying to make myself do stuff i don't like - i hate doing lineart, so i don't really do it anymore! i like how my sketches look more so now my style is a bit rough and sketchy.

and there are a lot of artists i definitely take inspiration from, i follow quite a few here and i always like seeing how other people draw this or that - there are a lot of really good artists in the IF community. one of my favorite artists on tumblr is clickbaitcowboy, who also has a few tips and tutorials on his blog (i aspire to this one day figuring out how to draw body hair...) i also really like gacpars who makes really beautiful watercolor illustrations, and my friend dani crimsiswrites has a really nice style i admire, too.

if you struggle coming up with general ideas i definitely suggest checking out other artists (for me seeing other people's art is a direct inspiration), or even just scrolling through various references like on pinterest could give you some ideas!

#the last two times i've drawn now has been because someone else showed me some of their art lmfao #dani and laura if u read this mwah #ask #anonymous

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hangovercurse · 4 years

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Nerd Love

After years of working together, Pete still manages to break you.

Request: “Hi! Can I get a Pete imagine where you guys work on SNL together and you have few skits together and during one of them you can’t stop laughing”

Pete Davidson x Reader

Warnings: Cursing

Word Count: 2237

“Live from New York, it’s Saturday night!” You hear Kate and the host of the week announce before Lorne motions that the cameras had cut for commercial break. You and Pete had a sketch together in exactly 12 minutes and 45 seconds, and you were trying to cool your nerves.

You loved your job, writing on SNL was something you had dreamed of since you were in middle school, and now it was your reality. Of course, it was hard, the hours were long and the work was demanding. But having Pete by your side made it all bearable.

You had met on your first day, getting hired one season after him. You two were deemed the “babies” of the cast because you were the youngest, so naturally you got paired up. A lot.

At first it bothered you that you only really ever worked with one person, but after your first few episodes you grew to love Pete. Your energies matched so well, and whenever you wrote together you easily built of each other.

After 6 years of working on the show together, you had become really close friends. You were with him through all of his hard times, and you were one of the few people he let visit him in rehab. In return, he stuck by your side through everything, even when the internet tried to cancel you for an interview that was taken completely out of context.

You couldn’t pinpoint when, but at some point, you had developed real feelings for him. Obviously, you’d never tell him, not wanting to mess up your amazing friendship. But they still flourished, especially when you would be up until 6 am writing sketches and goofing around in the writer’s room. Of course, the comments from fans didn’t help your feelings either. They loved you guys. Anytime you posted Pete on your social media, they were all over it.

But you guys had denied the dating rumors countless times since they’d started 5 years ago. Even though having to hear the words “we’re just friends” over and over killed you.

You were lost in thought when Pete came up behind you, hands grabbing your shoulders and shaking you slightly. “Ready bookworm?” He asked, moving to stand next to you.

“Only if you are, Mr. jock-man.” You laughed, rolling your eyes.

The sketch you and Pete had written was a young couple on a really fancy date to celebrate their 6-month anniversary. Your character was going on the date with Kyle Mooney’s character. Both of you were the stereotypical nerd couple with glasses, suspenders, and everything else. Pete was playing your waiter, who obviously did not give a shit about his job. He was the stereotypical jock character. Your character was super attracted to him and kept paying attention to him. He loved the attention and would do things like show you his (reaaaallllyyy) lame tattoos, tell you about sports, and everything that nerds don’t like. Kyle obviously didn’t like that and kept trying to get your attention in the weirdest of ways.

It was pretty funny in rehearsals, almost too funny. Seeing Pete act so out of character was hilarious to you and having to overdramatically flirt with him felt ridiculous. You barely made it through in rehearsals without laughing, so you had to hope you could do it on stage.

“Y/N, Pete, and Kyle. You’re up.” The stagehand told you, and you grabbed Kyle’s hand, walking to the stage.

The sketch started and you were doing okay. You and Kyle had your conversation about your anniversary and your favorite Star Wars movies. But then Pete walked onto the stage in his ridiculous waiter getup. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the top and wrinkled, his black pants hanging low on his hips, and his apron only half tied. You bit your tongue to keep yourself together.

“Welcome to White Oyster, what do you want?” He said in a very bored voice. You acted interested, eyes raking up and down him. You felt ridiculous and had to swallow a laugh.

Kyle pushed his glasses up on his nose, “me and my girlfriend are here for our six-month anniversary, so we would like the couple’s special.” His nerd voice was incredible.

“Okay. Anything else?” Pete’s voice remained monotone.

You bit your lip, “do you recommend anything else?” You asked, trying to sound nerd-sexy.

You could see Pete struggling to contain a smile. “I mean, whatever. Food here is shitty anyways.”

Kyle’s mouth gaped, “can you not speak like that around my girlfriend, please?”

The sketch continued with you making flirty remarks towards Pete, him being very bored and unaware, and Kyle trying to direct your attention. After your second attempt at flirting with him, you could feel yourself breaking down.

“So, I was wondering. Do you have any tattoos?” You asked him, your elbow on the table, twirling a piece of your hair in your finger.

Pete nodded, pulling up his shirt to show the big MOM tattoo on his side that was drawn on earlier. You felt a giggle slip out, completely out of character.

You tried to cover it up and continue, “wow, you really must love your mom, huh?” Another chuckle leaving your mouth, “that’s kinda hot.”

Kyle looked at you with wide eyes, “Linda!” He screamed the name of your character

Pete shrugged, “Nah, I did it myself. It says WOW, like world of warcraft.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that fell out of your mouth, and one followed from Pete. This was a disaster. You tried to regain your composure, knowing Kyle was probably really frustrated right now. “I just think tattoos are so cool. You don’t have any, do you Darren?” You asked Kyle’s character, eyes narrowing at him. You heard a chuckle from Pete beside you and you bit your cheek.

Kyle faked looking flustered, “N-no. But I have all 7 of the Harry Potter books and 4 collectors wands.”

Pete nodded, “Oh cool, I have a Harry Potter tattoo.” He pulled up his arm to show his real tattoo.

Your eyes went wide, “Wow. That’s way cooler.” You batted your eyes up at Pete, making him break even more. Watching his face go red and his mouth lifting up with laughter made you squeeze your eyes to hide your laughter.

“But babe!” Kyle was starting to break now too. “You love my Harry Potter stuff!”

“It’s cool, I guess.”

The sketch continued with you and Pete laughing anytime you looked at each other, your energies feeding into one another. You both tried really hard to keep it together, but something about flirting with Pete made you so giddy inside that you couldn’t help it.

Eventually the scene ended and the lights went down. You knew the cameras probably caught an extra few seconds after the close of the sketch, meaning they caught you and Pete breaking down into fits of laughter.

You somehow made it offstage, faces red. “We’re so gonna get fired.” He said through giggles.

“I’m so sorry,” You started, trying to take breaths through your laughs. “I don’t know why I couldn’t hold it together.”

“You looked ridiculous.” Pete laughed, pointing at your glasses.

After the show you made your way back to your dressing room, changing into your day clothes and getting ready to leave. You finally checked your phone, which had been off the duration of the show.

Your twitter feed was filled with clips of you and Pete laughing through the sketch.

They’re so cute together #goals

Love their friendship

Get you someone who looks at you like Pete looks at Y/N

Poor Kyle ☹

The way they can’t get through a skit because they’re too in love

And they say they aren’t dating…

Can’t believe the unprofessionalism

Pete and Y/N are dating… no one can convince me otherwise

The flirting!!! The looks!!!

I would like Pete and Y/N to get married and adopt me please

Your heart melted at all the comments, a sigh leaving your mouth. You watched the video and noticed the way he looked at you anytime you broke character, it was the same way you looked at him all the time.

You shook your head, convincing yourself you were imagining it. You couldn’t afford to think like that, it would ruin your friendship.

A knock at your door pulled you out of your thoughts, “Y/N, wanna go grab a drink with me?” It was Pete.

“You can come in.” You called, and he did so. “I don’t know, I was thinking I might just go home. I’m pretty tired.” You really just wanted to go home and sort through your feelings for the umpteenth time that month.

He nodded, watching as you tossed various items in your bag, “you were great tonight.”

You giggled, “Pete I barely made it through our sketch, it was a disaster.”

He rolled his eyes, walking over to where you were at your vanity. “I messed up too, but it was fine. No one noticed.”

You leaned into the mirror, fixing your makeup slightly. Pete was very close to you, watching you through said mirror. “Trust me, Petey. Everyone noticed.” You laughed, standing up straight again.

Your back was inches from his chest, and you could suddenly feel a different sort of tension in the air. But you didn’t make any move to shift away from him. He gave you a quizzical look through the mirror and you took out your phone, turning to him.

You took in a breath at the proximity. You weren’t close enough to kiss or anything, but his chest was only a few inches away from you. You shook away the thoughts you were having and opened your twitter, letting him scroll through the tweets. He chuckled and shook his head as he read them, eventually handing you your phone back.

“People really like us together.” He said, smiling.

You rolled your eyes, “They have for the past like, 6 years, Petey. We’re funny.” You smiled moving to turn back to grab your bag, but his hand grabbed your hip and made you stay facing him.

Your mind went blank at his touch, trying to figure out if this was real or if you were just really really tired. “That’s not what I meant.” He said, quieter.

You laughed, looking away from his eyes, not really knowing what to say. “I mean, people have always thought… stuff like that.” You mumbled, trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

Pete’s eyes were searching your face, taking in every detail. “Have you ever thought about, like, why people think we’re…” He trailed off, but you knew what he was implying.

You blushed, looking down at your toes. “I mean, I guess we’re together a lot and we get on well. People just like to make assumptions, I guess.”

“Yeah, and I’m sure it doesn’t help that I can never keep my eyes off of you, even when the cameras are rolling.” He said, a chuckle following.

You smiled, looking back up at him, your brain trying to process what he just said. After a few moments of silence, you spit out a “why are you bringing this up?” Your voice was soft, almost a whisper.

He sighed, hand moving from your hip and rubbing his face lightly. “I don’t know, I’ve just been thinking a lot.” You gave him a look that told him to continue. “I mean, I think it’s kind of obvious that I like you.”

Your mouth dropped, “obvious? Pete Davidson you have been far from obvious about your feelings.” You really thought you were dreaming, hearing those words from him was just impossible.

“Are you kidding me? How many sketches do I have to write just so I can flirt with you? Have you not picked up on the fact that literally every sketch I write for you to be in we’re playing some sort of couple?” He laughed, stepping towards you, and grabbing your hips again. “Dude, and I thought I was oblivious to this shit.”

“In my defense I’ve spent the past like 6 years trying to convince myself you didn’t feel the same way.” You said, a smile crossing your face.

Pete rolled his eyes, leaning closer to you, “now why would you wanna do that?” There was a playful tone in his voice, but you couldn’t help your serious answer.

“Because I didn’t wanna read the signs wrong and mess up our friendship.” You sighed.

Pete’s smile softened, “Y/N I literally want to kill you right now for making me wait this long.” You giggled, leaning closer to him. “But you’re cute so I guess I can let it slide.”

“If I kiss you will it make up for it?” You asked, batting your eyelashes.

Pete pretended to think about it, “hmmm, maybe. You should definitely give it a shot to see.”

You rolled your eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into you. Your lips touched his and it was like everything in the universe suddenly aligned. His mouth moved against yours in soft, perfect motions. His hands pulled you closer into him, your bodies molding together like it was meant to be.

When you finally pulled away for breath, he pressed his forehead against yours, a wide grin on his face. “So, about those drinks?”

#pete davidson #pete davidson imagine #pete davidson x reader #pete davidson fluff

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potter-imagines · 3 years

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Being Thor and Loki's Little Sister and Dating Peter Parker Would Include...

Notes: wow I haven't written a marvel one in a long time pls don't read too much into the timeline lol I know things overlap but just go with it (:

Warnings: none... I think ??

Word Count: 3.6k (sorry its a bit long for a write like this but I couldn't help myself)

You managed to do a decent job at keeping your relationship under wraps from your brothers for quite some time

Of course every other member on the team knew before the two of you even begun officially dating

Peter had spent three months ranting and raving to Tony Stark about how cute he thought you were and how much he liked you

Tony insisted time and time again he should tell you but Peter’s fear of rejection was much too large for him to find the courage for that

Unbeknownst to him,

You had spilled about your crush on Peter to Wanda and Nat almost a week after living in the compound

Being the only other girls there besides Pepper, it was easy to confide in them

Day after day you would wander to Wanda’s room and lay on her bed and gush about how handsome Peter was and how kind of a heart he had

Wanda found it adorable

And Bucky, Steve and Sam had placed the pieces together after days on end of watching Peter and yourself flirt like school kids in the gym during training

Even after being frozen for years, Steve recognized the look of smitten on Peter’s face when he talked to you

Bruce on the other hand had to sit through most of the kids talks with Tony in the lab so he figured it out fast

So when the two of you finally confessed your feelings for one another and Peter asked you out, there was only one road block holding the moment back from perfection

Your brothers

You and Peter shared the news with all the other team members expect the two, possibly most important in your case, members

You’ve been close to your brothers since you were brought into this world so it wasn’t like you didn’t want to tell them

It was more or less how overprotective they could be that made you bite your tongue

And as nervous as you are, Peter is 1,000% more worried about your brother’s finding out

Like honestly can you imagine how petrified Peter would be to tell Thor and Loki you two were dating

He’d purposely walk in the opposite direction every time he saw either of the two for the first week

Couldn’t stop fumbling with his words when he spoke to either of them

Like he was terrified

It’s sort of a cliché to have protective older brothers but older brothers who were also both Gods ????

Peter felt like a deadman walking

When the day finally came that you did tell your brothers about your relationship with Peter, it was absolutely cringe worthy

Peter had been coming home to the tower after a long day at Midtown High School when he spotted you the second he stepped foot out of the elevator

His excitement had clouded his judgement as he failed to check and see if the coast was clear

“Y/n! Hey!”

He nearly tumbled over his own feet as he rushed over to you

His face was gleaming with happiness and for a brief moment you felt a smile creep to your face until you were pulled back to reality by his hand reaching out to grasp yours

Your eyes widened in shock as you stared at Peter and before you could warn him to stop, he had planted a soft kiss on your cheek

That adorable smile was glowing from his face as he reached down for your hand only to fall once you pulled your hand away

He gave you a look of confusion, clearly surprised by your lack of response

But when an awkward cough sounded from behind him, he suddenly knew why

Peter didn’t have enough time to make any sort of a move when a husky, all too familiar voice spoke up,

“Hello, man of spiders. May I ask why you just kissed our little sister?” “Oh shit- I uh, well you see I…um...she had something on her face so I uh…”

Loki would snicker in amusement at seeing the boy squirm and prolong his torture “So you kissed her?” “Yeah…” “Hm, there something you’d like to share, little one?”

It wasn’t exactly the way you were hoping to break the news to your brothers

But it was certainly one way of doing it

The rest of the night was filled with awkward tension as you and Peter had to confess the truth to your brothers, who then made you share the news with the rest of the team

Thankfully, the rest of the team pretended they were just hearing about your new relationship for the first time, seeing as no one wanted to deal with an angry Thor

Now let’s get into your relationship with Peter

Peter Parker is the most caring person in the universe

Honestly

And dating him certainly came with it’s perks

You can expect to wake up every morning with a fresh coffee and a pastry on your nightstand, courtesy of Peter

He’ll also write you a sweet little ‘good morning’ note with a sketch of spider-man hanging from a web

(( he’s actually pretty talented in the doodling department ))

Makes cute sketches of him as spiderman and you as a princess ( vv fitting)

But also draws you as a total badass saving the galaxy bc… well you are

Count on him to be the first person to greet you when the sunrises and the last person to wish you a goodnight when it falls

Gets Mr. Stark to buy you an iphone so he can teach you how to use it

Has your name as “goddess” in his phone

The first thing he does is teach you about texting so he can pay you in imessage games

Refuses to play you in battleship since you somehow have crushed him every single time

Gets slightly annoyed with the overwhelming amount of random photos you snap of him

But he knows its all new to you and finds it irritatingly adorable

Loves it when you walk home with him from school

Will also keep reminding you that you shouldn’t have walked alone all the way to Midtown High School alone

Peter often forgets that you’re Asgardian and can protect yourself just fine

But it’s so cute how protective he is

He’s very observant and notices nearly everything

Like when you’re feeling a bit homesick

He picks up on it right away and will ask Thor and/or Loki for advice

Or when you start to become bored and tired at one of Star’s parties

Peter made his way over you before you even had the chance to turn and search for him

He’d escort you back to your room and lay with you until he was positive you had fallen asleep

Kisses to the top of your head

Is the boyfriend that will take your makeup off for you if you wear any

(( and sets yours lashes on the nightstand so neatly and labels which eye they were on cause the poor boy doesn’t understand ))

Spends weeks learning how to master the intricate braids that adorn your head

It’s so cute cause he’ll sit and look up Youtube videos and try to learn how to make the different braids and is just so confused but so determined

Taking Peter to visit Asgard

“Woah- this place looks like something from Lord of the Rings! It’s awesome!” “Lord of the Rings? I’ve never met that God.” “Uh, no, it’s a movie from Earth. We can watch it when we go back.” “To Midgard?” “Midgard? No, to New York.”

Loves it when your people refer to you as “Princess Y/n”

For some reason it makes him blush

Will tell everyone back on Earth that he’s dating a princess

I could def see Peter getting annoyed and frustrated with the Asgardian men trying to flirt and win your heart

Although that’s something that already belong to Peter

And even though Peter trusts you entirely

He’s still insecure from time to time

Especially when he sees how much taller and stronger Asgardian men look in comparison to him

But he finds reassurance in the feeling of your hand in his and the gleeful smile adorning your face as you show him around your homeland

Attempting to help Peter study

Although you’re not much help to Midgardian school work “Peter, darling, I don’t have a clue what a watergate is and I haven’t an idea how that could be scandalous.”

Maths however you excelled in

And Peter was thoroughly surprised to find you had the sequence of PI memorized to the one hundredth number- and in song form

Holding your hand 24/7

Endless cuddles on the couch

And when you’re walking around together, he does that thing where he swings your hands and back forth

Movie theater dates… at the tower b/c your brothers feel the need to be in close proximity the you guys at all times

Trying ice cream for the first time with Peter at two in the morning

One of Peter’s favorite things to do with you is take you through a walk in his world

At least three times a week Peter and you will walk around the city and find new things your Asgardian self has yet to experience

Like pizza

New York pizza to be exact

And hot chocolate

Ice skating at Rockefeller Center once the weather got cold

Loves to take you for drives in the more woodsy land of New York once fall set in and the leaves began to change

But by far his favorite thing is showing you Midgardian films and movies of all sorts

He loves that you don’t judge him for nerding out over his love for films

Not to mention you actually sit and watch Star Wars with him

(( maybe it was the whole space element but Peter was just thrilled you liked it ))

But then he shows you ‘Alien’

And it was an instant regret

It took him the rest of the night to convince you that the movie was fake

You made him sleep in your room just for reassurance

Your favorite out of the films Peter played was called ‘Toy Story’

Buzz Lightyear reminded you of Thor

In terms of TV shows

F.R.I.E.N.D.S. which quickly became your guys comfort show

Parks & Rec too “That Andy fellow looks an awful lot like Starlord, don’t you think?”

Peter refuses to let you watch Black Mirror

After the whole incident with Alien

Black Mirror didn’t seem like a good idea

Constantly teasing from the rest of the Avengers

Tony just can’t help it

He loves tormenting the two of you

Especially when Thor and/or Loki are around

“Hey Peter, I thought I saw you go into Y/n’s room last night but I didn’t see you leave until the morning. Heard a lot of noise too- thought Y/n was getting attacked. What was that about?”

“Kid, I got you those condoms you asked for. How’d you manage to run out of that last box so quick? I just bought it for you a week ago!” “Messing with you, they’re just sugar packets- Thor put Peter down right now!”

Aunt May absolutely adores you

Always tells Peter how sweet you are and is constantly inviting you over for dinner

Lets you two have sleepovers in his room at her place

As long as the door stays open

Peter can’t stop laughing when you compliment May on her ability to make an amazing bowl of cereal

She thought it was a joke seeing as she burned dinner the night before to a crisp and laughs until she’s in tears

And you’re literally sitting there so confused, clearly not understanding the joke

Peter then takes you on a trip to a grocery store for the first time to show you a whole aisle full of cereal

It is then that you realize Aunt May didn’t hand make the fruity pebbles

She still laughs about it to this day

Befriending Ned and listening enthusiastically while he gives you a full speech on the franchise Star Wars

And his rant on how terrible Star Trek is in comparison

Is shocked when you ask questions out of genuine interest

Ned immediately takes a liking to you after that and asks Peter daily to invite you to hangout

Whenever Stark adds an upgrade to his suit, you’re the first person Peter shows it to

He shares quite literally everything with you

As do you to him

The rest of the Avengers love gossiping about you guys

Nat and Wanda have already started planning the wedding and Pepper has the perfect venue in mind, much to your brothers dismay

For some reason

Thor and Loki are always within reasonable distance, enough so they can keep an eye on you but also give some sense of privancy

Thor is def always the first one to step in

“Peter, please remove your hand from my sister’s behind.” “Oh uh, ye-yeah… sorry, Mr.Thor.”

Loki would find Peter amusing

He loves to mess with him whenever given the chance

“Ah, Peter. Good to see you. I’m sure Y/n informed you of our task today. Very impressed that you offered yourself as the sacrifice to the aliens-” “Wait, what? Y/n?!” “He’s kidding, Peter.”

Everyone in the Avenger’s tower knew Peter was lactose intolerant and knew the repercussions of the boy consuming any sort of dairy

(( he physically cannot leave the bathroom for a full day ))

Yet Loki regularly will swap Peter’s specially labeled almond milk with a jug of skim milk just for the hell of it

There’s something so hilarious to him about the look of panic and alarm that smacks abruptly across Peter’s face as he quickly stumbles out of the kitchen to his room

It keeps him laughing for days

You’ll just shoot your brother a look of disapproval, clearly certain it was his doing

“Loki, why did Peter run off?” “Not sure, darling sister, maybe he’s got one of those stomach bugs. I’ve heard Midgardians are prone to them…weak bodies and such.” "You switched out his milk again didn’t you.” “I haven’t the slightest clue what you’re accusing me of, little one.”

Thor is a bit more hesitant on accepting your relationship with his fellow Avenger

He trusts that Peter would never harm you

Although he did not trust that you would never be harmed because of Peter

It was risky enough that both your brothers were big names in space, as well on Earth, however

Thor knew Loki and himself were capable of protecting you but Peter?

He was just a kid, in Thor’s eyes

However the one thing that kept him from telling you this was seeing how happy Peter made you

As your older brother, Thor trusted your judgement and tried his best to be accepting of his little sister dating

And as much as he wanted to deny it, he saw crystal clear the care and love Peter gave to you and he wasn’t willing to break that for you

Still

Thor is the type of brother to barge into a room and shove himself between Peter and yourself without warning

This man does not care at all

At least Loki has the decency to give you two space as a couple

Thor does not

He is constantly third wheeling on your dates and will ‘accidentally’ walk into rooms he knows you two are in claiming he forgot something

Not that he ever grabs anything,

He’ll usually just stand and stare at the two of you until you either leave the room or ask him to leave

To which he always answers,

“No.”

But with a smile

A smug smile

PDA is something he will never be okay with

Thor will yank Peter back by the collar every time he sees his lips on yours and glare at him, “Man of spiders, I know you’re in love with my little sister but kissing her infront of me is too far.”

And Loki will physically gag just to piss you off

For the most part, your relationship with Peter is nearly perfect

It would be entirely perfect if you weren’t constantly worrying about him dying on a mission or getting hurt

But still, just like any couple, you had your moments

And when you did fight, it was typically over Peter’s safety or him not wanting you to tag along for a mission

Your common way of dealing with conflict was the silent treatment

Which is pure torture for Peter

Not only does he miss the sound of your voice

He misses having you around

Seeing your smile

Hearing you laugh from something he said

He felt terrible everytime

He’d go to Tony for advice and spend hours rambling on to him about how sorry he was for yelling at you and for adding to the fight

Tony would half listen while he worked away on a new system and suit, offering a ‘yeah’ and ‘hmm’ every few seconds which pleased Peter who thought his mentor was fully listening

And after almost two hours of his non-stop talking, Tony Stark had reached his limit

Setting his wrench down on the metal table with a thud he turned around to face the young boy

“Kid, why’re you saying all this to me and not her? I mean, I’m all ears but I’m also not Y/n. I know we’re both good looking so I can see why you mixed us up, but you should be talking to her right now.”

Similar to Peter you also had someone to confide in when the road got rocky

Loki had always been the one you shared all your secrets with

As children you were attached at the hip to both your brothers but Loki a smidgen more than Thor

Your father, Odin, had Thor at his side 24/7 growing up

While he was busy learning the ropes to ruling Asgard, Loki and yourself run amuck causing trouble left and right through the royal palace

Through the years of bonding Loki become your best friend, and you his

So when trouble struck in paradise, your older brother was the one you ran to

He’d welcome you with open arms and a questioning gaze

Loki is by far the best listener in your family

Instead of telling you what to do, he asks what you want, which is a refreshing change

After a long talk with Loki you’d search the tower high and low for Peter while ironically Peter was doing the same thing

When you did finally make-up, it felt like coming home

The apologies were so sincere and genuine

You’d end up having a sleepover in your room watching 80’s films that Peter claimed were ‘iconic’ and laying in his arms

And that’s where you felt complete

Fights never occurred often but bickering ???

DAILY

You two bickered playfully over everything under the sun

Like who’s the better superhero; Ironman or Captain American

Debates between living in New York and living in Asgard

Loves to pull up Midgardian inventions and ask you to guess what it is “Princess, what do you think this is?” “Oh! Oh! I’ve seen this one! Tony has one in his kitchen!” “Okay, so what is it?” “Yes, it’s a chicken nugget maker!” “It’s actually an air fryer but we only ever make chicken nuggets in them so I’ll give you a half point.”

Peter sneaking out of your room at the crack of dawn and sprinting to his

As much as Thor and Loki liked him and supported the relationship

He was sure they’d both team up to murder him if they caught him sleeping in your bed

Steve and Tony, who seem to be incapable of sleep, have watched him tiptoe out of your room numerous times but they only share a look of amusement then go back to their previous discussion

Playing hide-n-go-seek and tag on rainy days at the tower

Cuddling in Peter’s bed while he asks you to tell him stories about Asgard

Loves hearing about your childhood and what it’s like to grow up with siblings

Is fascinated when you tell him about Heimdall

Stealing Peter’s hoodies

Especially his Midtown High School ones

They’re insanely soft

Sweet little kisses throughout the day

He's just so sweet and gentle

Loves getting to hold you and snuggle in his bed

Most weekends you spend lounging on the couch with Peter’s head in your lap while you play with his hair

Other times you’re sitting next to Peter on his bed watching him play some video game and asking a million questions “Who is that man, Peter?” “That’s me, he’s the main character of the game. That’s Mario, babe.” “You’re not Mario- you’re Peter.” “No, the main character of this game is Mario, I’m just playing him.” “Oh… and what is that green dinosaur creature?” “That’s Yoshi!” “Adorable.”

Making out between games

In terms of... y'know... sex

Neither of you were keen on rushing the process

You had tip toed on the line multiple times yet never fully crossed it

Until you had decided to make the first real move after being together for about five months

You trusted him with all your heart so it wasn't exactly scary, but rather exciting

He had a way of making you feel safe, comfortable, and loved all at once

Lets be honest, Peter nearly fainted the first time he saw you naked

And still, no matter how many times the two of you have sex,

He worships every inch of you like it was your first time all over again

You couldn't have asked for a better lover

Dating Peter means a new adventure everyday

You’re constantly learning new things about each other and from each other

Despite coming from two very different worlds

You’ve never felt more connected to a soul until Peter came along

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honeyatsu · 3 years

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Loner (Junpei x f!reader) 2

Warnings: whole lotta fluff. y/n being dense lmao.

summary: Junpei was suspicious of you. He always felt the world was filled with people who were naturally evil in some way, until you came into his life and challenged his theory.

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a/n: updates gonna be slow from now on until the semester is over!

Tatsu ramen wasn’t too far from the school grounds, taking your time walking would consist of a light fifteen minutes. The sun would be setting by the time you and Junpei would make your way to the restaurant, the streets being busy with those walking home after a long day. Tatsu ramen would never be too busy with the time you two went considering it was often school days that you two would go and eat after school hours and (sometimes) do homework. The two of you have become all too familiar with the place, the dim-lit yellow walls and red booths become a place of comfort, a place to rest and ease down after a long day of classes and spending time at your clubs.

Within a month, it was a routine for you two. After finishing your club activities, you would always wait for Junpei outside of the school gates, usually playing with the hems of your uniformed skirt and smiling widely as you would see him walk towards you. The first time he saw you waiting he didn’t know it was for him, until you grabbed his wrist and dragged him to the same place you took him to the day before without warning.

It was more you who would go out of your way to look for him, noticing him at school a lot more since meeting him in class. He would often walk with head down, so you would run to him while shouting his name, hugging him from behind to grab his attention. Within the first two weeks of you latching yourself onto him with your presence, he just wanted to ask why. Why did you run from your friends to be with him? Why did you wait after school every day with him just to go and eat after? Why were you so persistent in being his friend?

He would often wonder why with you, but he never asked.

“This assignment is sooo hard, don’t wanna do it.” You sighed while laying your head on the table. You reached your hands out across, grabbing Junpei’s fingers and playing with them lightly. You didn’t miss the way his face heated up at your sudden display of contact. You smiled softly to yourself before saying, “You still get flustered when I touch you. Does it bother you? I can stop.”

You tried not to display a look of disappointment of your face, fearing his answer would be to ask you to stop. You figured after a month of friendship with him he’d be used to it, but you wanted to respect his boundaries and his body language continued to display discomfort whenever you would practically breath near him.

“It’s, uhm, it’s just….always so sudden.” He said averting his gaze to his bowl to avoid the smug look on your face. “Do you just casually touch all your friends like this?”

You didn’t want to admit this to yourself, but you’d be lying if you said his small display of jealous didn’t stroke your ego. That and the simple fact that for the first time in a month, he finally acknowledged you as his friend. That extremely small, and most likely unintentional vocal announcement of friendship was a firm pat in the back for you. With the surge of confidence overflowing, you made the bold (yet not out of character) move of removing your fingers from his, now holding a tight grip on his hand.

“Why? Does me touching my other friends like this bother you?” you teased at him as you rose your head from the table, giving him a subtle smirk.

He quickly removed his hand from yours, turning his head to the side trying to hide his flustered face from you, “I didn’t say that!” he exclaimed shakily.

Your hand that was once holding his shifted towards the chopsticks to the side, picking them up and bringing noodles closer to your face, “If you want, that can be our thing. You’re my favorite friend.” You said as you began to stuff ramen noodles in your mouth.

Junpei continued to avert his eyes, trying to look anywhere but at you.

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The monotoned lecture echoed throughout the classroom, the words going in one ear and out the other for the room of students struggling to pay attention. Heavy eyes could be mistaken as contagious for those who were fighting to not have their heads hit the desk, each and every student feeling the same internal battle of focusing on their sensei’s words.

You couldn’t keep your glittered purple pen from lightly hitting on the desk, every tap being used as a source of focus to help your heavy eyes stay open. Your foot followed the rhythem of the pen, you felt as if you had to keep moving, had to have something going on other than the mundane voice of the lecturer in the front of the room.

“…and now class, time for a break.”

You sighed in relief as you plopped your head onto Junpei’s shoulder, his body stiffened for a few seconds before relaxing, he was still getting used to your constant physical displays of affection.

Junpei waited to hear your voice seep through his ears, usually when breaks occur during class you take the ten minutes of free time to talk Junpei’s ear off. After all this time, it took you to start a conversation and carry it as well.

The silence was now unfamiliar, sitting with you he became accustomed to regular conversations. He used to crave silence, most words directed towards him stung, but with you he was looking forward to it. Before he was able to ask if you were okay, he noticed you begin to nod off to sleep, until in a split second your eyes perked up when you noticed a movie poster sticking out of his notebook. Your hands slowly dragged it out of the book as you stared at it, it was a “Scream” movie poster.

His shoulder was free from the weight of your head, staring at you curiously as you grabbed his notebook and placed it on the opposite side of where he was sitting, writing in it with your head laying down facing the other side of the desk. He couldn’t see what you were doing, shuffling awkwardly in his sit waiting to figure out what to anticipate from you next.

Within seven minutes, you turned to him with a wide grin plastered onto your face.

“Ta-da!”

He looked down at the paper you slid to his side of the desk and saw a very detailed drawing of ghostface. It was the signature pose, his dark cloak covering his body, holding onto the bloody knife raised before he was prepared to slaughter his next victim. His drawn mask didn’t miss any shadows, even the small texture was visible in your quick sketch.

“I didn’t know you could draw!” Junpei said excitedly, mouth agape as he grabbed the picture with both hands, his eyes widened in awe, “Are you in art club?”

“No, I wish. I take advanced art as a class though. I’m in the athletic club department. I’ve done martial arts and gymnastics my entire childhood.” You brought up your arm and flexed your muscles. “Feel them, I’m pretty strong.” You said with a grin.

Pretty strong would be an understatement, Junpei thought to himself. He brought his hand and gripped onto your bicep, gasping once you flexed to show him you indeed were strong, your muscles putting his slightly-skinny ones to shame.

“I’m pretty strong compared to you, Junpei.” He winced at your comment, about to make his first slick remark towards you until –

“That just means I get to be your knight and shining armor then.”

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Avoiding the pleas of your friends to stay with them, you finally managed to escape the group in search for Junpei. Bumping into other classmates, hovering over lunch tables, even going to more isolated areas of the lunch room, he was still out of sight for you. You gripped your lunch box tightly in frustration, just how hard was it to find the one person in your school that had such a distinct look? You cursed yourself, after a month of friendship and spending the amount of time you did outside of school, you still never managed to get his number.

On a whim you decided to step outside, the cool October breeze catching you by surprise. The autumn trees displaying colors of yellow, orange, red, and purple were the perfect scenario for those school couples wanting to be away from the rest of the school, you knew this. Yet, it was such an embarrassing surprise when every step you would take you would come in a – very awkward -encounter with a couple, whether cuddling or making out, you’d just turn on your heel and act as if you didn’t see a thing at all.

You scolded yourself for even considering looking outside, knowing Junpei he’d be a flustered mess even being near these couples. You didn’t know who his friends outside of you were, so there was no way of you going to ask where he could be for lunch, and you were on the verge of giving up and going back to your group. While taking a detour walking the long way back to the cafeteria entrance, you noticed a boy sitting on a bench under a tree close to one of the classroom windows, a familiar overlapping bang covering the ride side of his face. You grinned to yourself before making your way – of course he’d be in the most isolated place in the whole school.

You ran to him, frantically waving and shouting his name before he finally looked up, giving you a small smile and wave back. Once you got there, you plopped next to him as you let out a deep breath and laid your head on his shoulder.

This time he didn’t flinch.

“What do your friends think?”

“hm?”

“You’re always ditching them for me….” Junpei replied sheepishly as he turned his head to the other side.

“Hey.” You said ignoring his statement, you pulled out your airpods and put one in your ear and one in his. “Give me your number.” You said handing your phone to him.

After he added himself as a contact to your phone, he noticed you quickly send him a link before you quickly snatched his phone from his hand, saving your contact as ‘y/n <3’.

“I made you something.” You said before sending him a link. He checked his phone and the message read, ‘For Junpei.’ With a red heart next to it. “It was a bunch of songs I liked, and I thought you’d like them too. And songs that made me think of you. Let’s listen to some together.”

You were about to hit play before you heard him sniffling next to you. You didn’t miss the tear drop that fell on top of his screen that he was staring at intensely. He had a small smile and blush on his face. Instinctively, you took out a handkerchief that was in your school uniform pocket and bringing it up to him, wiping his slight tear-stained face as he was gliding his fingers through the screen softly. “Are you okay?”

“No one’s ever really...gotten me anything.…let alone made me something.”

A slight frown developed on your face as he continued to stare at the screen in awe, finally beginning to scroll through the songs you’ve chosen to compile together for him. Once his cheeks were no longer tear stained you went back to your original position, sneaking your hand on top of his, squeezing it to grab his attention. He slowly looked to the side to face you, eyes shifting from you and the screen.

“I guess this makes me your best friend.”

He smiles and nods at you, “Yeah, you’re my best friend y/n.”

Your eyes widened at the statement; your breath became rigid as you quickly averted your eyes to the ground. You brought your knees closer to you, wrapping your arms around them and laying your head on top of your knees. Junpei chuckled to himself, he never thought he’d be the one to finally make you flustered.

“Start with Frank Oceans songs.” You said in almost a whisper “I think you’ll like them.”

He started to play the music, sitting back against the tree, bringing his arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer to him.

Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum.

It felt as if a drum was going through steady rhythm in your chest. The blood flow rushed to the tip of your fingers, your pulse feeling like a wave flowing throughout your body. His hug triggered a rush of adrenaline that shot through you like a drug. Taking three deep breathes you tried your best to compose yourself, finally lifting your heard from your knees to see him. His head was laid against the tree, eyes closed listening to the song that was playing.

The roles finally reversed, Junpei finding peace with his hold on you yet you couldn’t help but feel a nervous wreck at the situation at hand. You wanted to feel comfortable, you wanted to engulf yourself in the music just as he’s doing but for some reason unknown to you, you were just so damn nervous.

Finally bringing your knees down, you looked up at Junpei seeing a relaxed smile on his face, eyes still closed before he opened one after feeling you move around. He gave a slight smirk before closing his eyes again, not letting his grip on you go. Breathless, you couldn’t find it in yourself to relax in that moment, he’s never made that kind of face to you before nor has he ever looked that confident.

Twiddling your thumbs and avoiding looking at his face, you felt a slight guilt creep up on you. Junpei, your now declared best friend, finally looks confident and finally feels comfortable with you, so why did you feel so weird? You remember when you met him, he was easily embarrassed and insecure, even you could tell that, and you’ve just met him. He finally shows a bit of confidence and you felt a foreign feeling – your heart racing, palms sweating, feeling heat flow through your body, what reason did you have to feel so nervous about someone you were so used to be around, unless –

Oh.

Before you let yourself finish that thought, your eyes caught another movie poster sticking out from him bag. Seeing this as your chance to ruin this movement, you quickly reached over him, causing him to jump, as you took out the poster sticking out of his bag.

'Killer Klowns From Outter Space’.

“You’re a big fan of movies, aren’t you?” You said as you hesitantly looked him in the eye. Just because you were a nervous wreck internally doesn’t mean you had to act on it, you thought to yourself.

He gave you a closed eye smile before responding, “Yeah, are you? Do you like horror movies?”

“mmm, no. not really. My mom hates this movie actually. You should invite me over, then we could watch movies together.” You grinned noticing the blush form onto his face before he stuttered out an “okay.”

Finally, the roles going back to how they should be.

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Your ankle continued throbbing as you dragged yourself through the empty halls of your school. The halls that during the day are filled with laughter and voices became eerily quiet at this time of the day. Everyone occupied in their club activities there was no room for useless roaming within the halls.

Wincing in pain, you begin to regret saying you didn’t need help going to and from the nurse’s office. During cheer practice you fell from the top of the pyramid, hurting your ankles as you fell roughly onto the mat. ‘You’re lucky you didn’t twist your ankle, just rest and it should be fine in a few days.’ The nurse told you. The feeling of your pulsating ankle and how every step felt like needles seeping through your skin, you had a tough time believing that statement.

You began to regret taking the long way back to the club room, wanting to take a detour of the halls before having to be forced to sit and watch your club members until the end of practice, until you heard a voice that was all too familiar with you now.

Sneaking to the door labeled ‘movie club’ where the noise was coming from, you opened it slightly while peeking your head through it. In it, you saw a very excited Junpei speaking to two other boys. He was going on about the complexities of a plot to one of his favorite horror films, The Conjuring, you were guessing based on the plot, but you couldn’t be too sure, you hated horror films.

Then you saw it. His eyes bright with pleasure and contentment, the most genuine wide smile you’ve seen him wear since the moment you’ve met him. You couldn’t pass this up, you quickly brought your phone up and snapped a picture of Junpei smiling. You wanted to snap the picture and make your way back to your club, giving Junpei some free time from you and enjoy the first moment you’ve seen of him and his friends outside of you.

But this was you, and with your luck the flash from your phone was on and caught the attention of the three boys in the room. As all eyes made their way to the door you sheepishly opened it, giving a guilty smile followed by a small giggle.

“Junpei!” you said cheerily to mask the embarrassment you were facing at the moment. “Movie club, huh? It makes sense, you do love your movies.”

“(y/n), what…what are you doing..here..and did you just..did you just – ”

“Sorryyyy” you whined as you made your way to the table they were all seated at, pulling out a chair for yourself, “You just looked so happy! I don’t even think I’ve seen you that excited to talk to me. I wanted to remember that face, you should show it more.” You gushed out.

That caused a gasp from the two club members sitting at each side of you and a frantically embarrassed Junpei.

“Junpei, how do you know (y/n)?” the one with glasses asked shamelessly. His face was familiar, you couldn’t help but intensively stare at him, ignoring the blush on his face due to your gaze.

“You’ve been to my tournaments?” You asked, recalling seeing him in the stands holding a sign with your school name on it. All he could do was gulp and nod as you backed up from him, “thanks for your support!” you chirped.

“You told me you did martial arts….” Junpei tried not to stare at you, your uniform hugging your body tightly. The way your skirt was risen up due to the sitting position and how your top squeezed your chest, it left little to the imagination and Junpei didn’t want to feel like he was disrespecting you. He knew it was just a uniform, but the way it complimented your body, the way your hair was styled for the uniform, along with the sweat from your forehead that was dripping...the sight in front of him was dangerous, you were dangerous.

“Yeah and I got bored. This year I wanted art club, but my mom said my future would be more promising if I stayed in the athletic department.” You explained, “So I decided the sport with the cutest uniform. Don’t you think I look cute, Jun-pei?” you said batting your eyelashes at him, hoping he would look at you the way his club members were. His club members gasped at you of all people flirting with their club president, and all Junpei could do was nod his head as he glanced at you for a second, quickly switching his view from you to the movie he was holding on his hand.

“I should go. I bet they’re waiting for me. I wish I was in a club like this, you all seem so relaxed.” You brought your body up, stretching before you pushed the chair back into the original position. “I hope you don’t mind me crashing your club when I don’t feel like being in mine, Jun-pei.” You sang out before dragging yourself out of the room.

“How the fuck did you manage to get so close to y/n?”

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For the first time, it was Junpei who was waiting for you outside of the club gates. Normally if you weren’t already there, he would walk home alone and just see you in class the next day or you would chase him in the halls, whining about how he didn’t eat with you the day before.

He didn’t miss how the fresh colors of the sky brushed upon your skin as he saw your figure making its way towards him. It hits him – seeing you walk towards him with what’s left of the sun kissing your skin, this is what he’s been missing out on while leaving you to walk alone? You grin as you make your way towards him, your usual skip replaced with you wobbling to him. He noticed you coming towards him carrying a box of chocolates and a letter, you just got another confession. It would have been your tenth one this week, not as if he was counting or anything.

Every time he experienced you carrying gifts along with love letters, every time eyes would linger the two of you in the hall, and the dirty looks you seemed to miss when leaving your group of friends to be with him, his self-doubt would whisper harsh words in his brain: what did you even see in him?

“I think this is the first time you’ve waited for me! About time.” You said linking your arm around his.

“You got another one.”

“Yeah, this time from Shota.” You missed the way Junpei winced at the name you just said. His arm unlinked with yours, staying in place as you still walked forward before stopping. You turned to him with a questioning look.

“What..um..what do you think of him?”

“He’s kind of scary.” You admitted, “I feel like his personality is fake. His smile has a bit of a sinister undertone, don’t you think? I mean, we’re in the same circle so I tolerate him. I wouldn’t call him my friend though.”

“You deserve better friends. Yours are jerks.” He spat out, not even realizing the word vomit coming from his mouth. “You reject all these guys…you could have whoever you wanted. Why?”

You brought your hand to your chin, squinting your eyes deep in thought. You never truly thought about why you rejected the confessions you would get; you just knew that you didn’t want them.

“Most of the guys who confess to me are a bit much, I guess you could say. Too aggressive, too competitive, not really on the sweet side. Makes sense, I’m an athlete so naturally I’m surrounded by them and those are common traits in the most successful athletes, I guess.”

Finally, as if a light went off in your head you gave off a wide smile to Junpei at your new discovery.

The reflection of dawn hit you, Junpei saw you as an angel in the very moment. The orange-gold glow bouncing off your body, your eyelashes reflecting the light being given to you by the sky, you were glowing and your sweet voice sounding like honey as you said,

“I like very kind, considerate men…and of course, cute. Now that I think about it, my type sounds a lot like you, doesn’t it?”

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