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byechristopher · 5 months

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I hate you, too.

– CHRIS STURNIOLO SMUT.

Author's note: okay so, I was listening to Les – Childish Gambino, and this idea came to mind because uhm, I love Chris, I love parties, I love angry, messy, toxic sex. So, sue me. I got carried away so, super long. Do not copy/steal my work. :)

Warnings: this, once again, is pure filth. Super long, didn't proof-read so fml, angry & rough sex, toxic sex, slapping, choking, semi-public. Just a mess. Minors dni!

The lights are so damn bright in here, I can see blue, red, purple, all kinds of colors, everywhere. Not that I'm really complaining, this place is so dark that I can barely see anything – only when the lights flash. I can see people everywhere, their silhouettes, dancing, kissing, drinking.

I quickly pour myself a drink, making sure I'm keeping it safe in my hand; I haven't been in a house party in ages. But I remember how messy they get, I know everyone will pass out at some point. I'm trying to search my friend group with my eyes but it is almost impossible – how big is this goddamn house?

"Hi! You made it!" a friend screams when she sees me and I smile. I try to greet everyone but my eyes meet someone's face that I really didn't want to see here. My ex.

"What is he doing here?" I groan, turning to glare at my friend.

"I'm sorry, babes, he literally just came. I texted you. He's friends with the host, Jake, I didn't know." she has an apologetic face and I check my phone to realise she did text me about it. Fucking hell.

I can feel his blue eyes on my body, burning it like daggers on fire. I try to avoid him as much as possible and the fact that he looks this good, doesn't make it very easy. His hands are shoved into the pockets of his jeans and I can't help but steal a few glances. He's already looking at me. He's smirking.

Fucking asshole.

"Hi, pretty." he is next to me now, dangerously close to me, as I take a sip of my drink.

"What do you want, Chris?" I roll my eyes.

"That's not how you treat your ex." he scoffs, looking around playfully before looking at me again. I turn my head to look at him, too.

"Let's not open that topic here." I try to push him away, his body doesn't really move.

"I agree. Let's talk about the car sex we had a few days ago." he smiles and you would think he's talking about the most innocent thing. His hands still in his pockets, he looks cool and unfazed by my angry glare.

"Shut the fuck up, Chris. Don't you have anywhere else to go, anything else to do?" I yell. Now I'm facing him, my body turned towards him.

"I'd like to do you." he comes closer to my ear and I sigh, downing my drink before turning my back on him. I am afraid I won't be able to hold myself back this time either.

"Well, I don't."

"Yeah?" his chin is touching my shoulder and I can feel his jeans pressed against my butt, "so if I touched you now, you wouldn't be wet?" he hums.

I am not wet. I am dripping. But that doesn't mean anything, right.

"You're not allowed to touch me anyway." I dodge his fucking question.

"Well, you weren't saying that when you were pressed against the car door." he chuckles, "you're wet, then." he whispers but it's enough for me to hear.

"Not for you. Maybe for your friend, Jake." I smirk, knowing this will stop his attack. He's always been extremely jealous. So have I.

"Fuck you." he almost growls in my ear, but the smirk still stays on. He turns me around and as soon as he says that, one of our favourite songs starts to play. Les by Childish Gambino, "fuck you.. can I have this dance?"

I can't help but chuckle a little, which I try to hide immediately. The timing, the line he used from the song, this songs specifically, him. Fucking Chris.

I quickly grab him and drag him in the center of the room that we're in, he holds onto my hand tightly and brings me closer, pressing my back against his chest. We dance to the music, he's not moving much but I can tell he's enjoying the little show I put on for him. My butt is pressed against him then whole time and I can feel the bulge in his jeans. Good.

I turn around and continue to dance with him, my hands traveling to his back to grip his shirt and pull him as close as possible. The part in the song that we love the most comes on and he cups my cheeks, pressing his forehead against mine as he looks into my eyes. We're both singing the lyrics.

"Oh, girl, I wanna know, are you ready to cry? 'Cause I'm no good, no good.." his playful smile never leaves his face.

"Oh, girl, I wanna try, I'm an awful guy and I'm always away.." my lips curl up into a playful smirk as well, my hands sneak under his shirt and I dig my nails into his lower back.

"And I'm tryin' to say, I'm a piece of shit.." he stops singing and the next second, he's kissing me. I fucking hate myself for kissing him back as hungrily as I did.

He grabs my hand and makes me follow him – nothing else matters, as the song says. Only us. We practically run up the stairs and I see a wooden door, he seems like he knows this place. My friend did tell me he's friends with the host.

He opens the door and then locks it once we're inside the room. It's a bathroom, not very big and the light is so dim, I'm not sure if it is there to match the party's vibe or if this dude just doesn't like actual lighting in the house. We don't waste anytime – Chris picks me up and sets me down on the counter next to the sink, my dress rides up just enough for him to move closer, pushing my legs apart with his body. We can still hear the music from here.

I take his shirt off immediately, throwing it somewhere behind him before wrapping a finger around his chain, pulling him closer for yet another hungry kiss. He grabs the hem of the dress to push it up, my skin meeting the cold counter but it is soon replaced by Chris' large hands. He squeezes my butt, pushing me forward so that his bulge rubs against me. He sneaks a hand in between us, his fingers rubbing my soaked panties.

"Is this for Jake, hm?" he grabs my bottom lip in between his teeth, biting it roughly.

"Maybe." I moan, leaning forward to take his nipple in my mouth, flicking it with my tongue.

He moans, "why are you here then?" he puts pressure on my clothed pussy and let go of his nipple, throwing my head back.

"Fuck off." I groan, moving my hips so that I'm rubbing myself on his fingers.

"You're dying to have my dick inside of you." he whispers, chuckling.

"And you're dying to have me in any way you can." I push him away, jumping off the counter and quickly pulling his jeans down together with his Calvin Klein boxers, "isn't that why you keep following me around, hm?" spitting on my own hand, I grab his dick, rubbing up and down while staring into his eyes the whole time. They're filled with lust, anger, passion. He moans.

"Fuck off." he groans this time, his head falls on my shoulder as I jerk him off, both of his hands grab the counter on each side of me. He thrusts into my hand.

All of a sudden, he slaps my hand away and turns me around, making me press both of my hands on the mirror in front of us, pushing my lower back down so that I arch my back and spread my legs. His hands are on my breasts now, pushing my dress now so that they're free for him to see and touch. With one hand he pushes the dress up to reveal my ass as well, the dress now only covering my stomach and a small part of my back. I don't dare to move, I only watch him as he pulls my panties down – he spreads my ass and spits, not that he needed that, I'm already dripping.

"What the fuck are you waiting for?" I groan, pushing my back against him.

"Beg for it." he slaps my ass a few times as he smirks.

"Chris, fucking hell. Fuck me already." I say but he's not pleased. He slaps my skin again and I groan, gently hitting the mirror out of frustration. His cock rubs against my clit and I lose it, "fucking.. Chris! Please, fuck me. I want you inside me." I whine. He smiles. Thank fuck.

He finally pushes inside of me and my eyes roll to the back of my head as I look at him in the reflection of the mirror. He pushes his cock all the way inside me and grabs my hair in a ponytail, wrapping it around his hand to push me back every time he thrusts in.

"Fuck.. fuck.." I moan, licking my fingers before dragging them down my body to rub my clit, always looking at him, as he fucks me roughly. My fingers touch his dick every now and then, it makes him moan a little louder. He leans forward to sink his teeth into the skin of my shoulder as he watches me cry out in both pain and pleasure – with his free hand, he grabs my hand that was rubbing my clit, bringing to his mouth to lick the juices off my fingers. I almost cum.

My breasts bounce with every movement, he thrusts into me and I push back against him. He pulls out of me and I curse under my breath. He turns me around and places me on the countertop again, wrapping an arm around my waist as he guides his dick so that he can start fucking me hard again. I grab a fistful of his hair, tugging it harshly when he pushes into me; it makes him lightly slap my cheek before wrapping his fingers around my neck, choking me. I gasp and slap him back, grabbing his throat with my hand, too.

"I fucking hate you." I moan, his eyes staring into mine.

"Yeah.. turns me on.. love it." he moans and smirks, and that's all it takes for me to come closer to my high.

"Chris.. Chris.. I'm gonna.." I whine and he lets go of my neck, hugging me close and pressing his forehead against mine as I let go of his neck as well.

"That's it, baby.. fuck.. will you cum for me? Hm?" he says and that's closest thing to affection that we showed tonight. I nod and moan loudly, holding onto him as tight as I can. I cum, trembling, and he does the exact same thing, moaning my name over and over again.

We stay like this for God knows how long – he's still inside of me and I almost pass out in his arms, his hand rubs my back soothingly.

"You okay?" he whispers, as if it was a crime to be affectionate with each other again. We used to be together after all.

"Yes.. you?" I whisper back, the feeling of not wanting to let go of him just yet comes back and I try to push it away as fast as I can.

"I am okay, yes." he mumbles and after letting me know, he slowly pulls out of me, earning a wince from me, "sorry." he mutters.

"Do you want me to take you home?" he says and I sigh. This is wrong.

"It's best if you don't." I whisper, looking at him and I can see the vulnerability in his eyes too.

"That's true." he nods and fixes my dress, pushing his boxers and pants up right after.

"I still hate you." I mutter. I don't want him to leave.

"Yeah." he wears his shirt, he grabs my chin and leaves a sweet kiss on my lips, "me too."

And with that, he leaves.

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vampirevatican · 2 months

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Bedtime in the House of Lamentation

pairing: om! brothers x reader

summary: you have a special sleep speaker that changes colors. they check in on your room when they hear noise at night, but it's not you and they find a lone light glowing their nail color or power

Lucifer - blue/red

classical music, but it's the chill kind... ya know the ones you can fall asleep to

fave songs but piano version

white noise

This was one of the nights he does his rounds of the house. Making sure his brothers, Mammon, weren't out causing trouble for him to deal with later. Being the eldest, when he does these check-ins, he'd just open the door and then leave the bedroom resident to whatever they were doing. He never thoroughly checked a room unless something suspicious was going on, or he's heard rumors regarding the resident and their bedroom.

So when he finally gets to the first floor he notes that there's a faint sound of classical music. He ends up at the front of your door and without a second thought he opens the door and is met with the speaker glowing, music flowing from it and your sleeping form.

It seems you tried to pull an all-nighter. Your phone still in your hand, covers not properly covering you, but sleeping so peacefully. A small smirk appears on his lips as he pulls the covers over you, making sure you don't get a cold, and then leaves the room. Maybe he'd need to get not cursed records and finish work earlier so you can fall asleep together.

Mammon - white/yellow

r&b. look me in the eyes and tell me he's not black. go on, yeah that's what i thought.

jazz... now hear me out, casino things

continuing casino stuff, casino ambience

When hears the faint sound of slot machines in the House of Lamentation he's in a whiplash of excited and confused. Didn't he just leave the casino? And there's no way in west devildom that Lucifer agreed to him wanting a mini casino in the house. So naturally he follows the sound and hopes for the later.

But no, it's coming from... your room?! Quickly opening the door he finds a small speaker emitting a light and your phone, charging, right next to it. "Casino ambience..." he whispers reading the title of the video in your phone screen after getting closer to it.

Awww his human missed him, well it's only right that he adds to this bedtime immersion by slipping into bed with you. Crawling into the bed with you, holding you close, he notices you almost stir awake and the small smile on your face. Damn, could you possibly be any cuter right now?! He rubs your back and soothes you back into your deep sleep and soon drifts off as well.

Leviathan - purple/orange

gamer lets plays are playing through the speaker

or maybe a game ost that has sleepy/chill vibes

acnh w/ rain background anyone?

He had left his room for a food break between gaming. He had a few raids and team rounds to do, but right now refueling was more important. That's when he hears something near the kitchen. Putting down his cup noodles he follows the sound and finds it coming from your room.

There was a faint light glowing from the crack in the door and it wasn't the usual bright yellow from the lanterns and fairy lights in the room. Pressing his ear to the door he recognizes the music being one of your cozy games. Gaining no answer from knocking on your door, or calling out to you, he opens the door and instantly covers his mouth. 'Oh my gosh they're so cute! WAIT NO THIS IS CREEP BEHAVIOR!! but...' He practically tip toes into your room and sees the speaker.

Doing a double take he leaves your room as quickly and quietly as possible... after a picture of you with the speaker's light on you first though... you're just too pretty and it's too heart-warming to know when you don't or cant sleep in his room, because you can't sleep, this is how you remedy it.

satan - green

or maybe r/no sleep, r/aita, r/dndhorrorstories, buzzfeeds are you scared

cat radio... no really cat fm

book readings

He's used to you falling asleep while reading to you, or when you'd spend time with him just to fall asleep on his lap waiting for him to finish his books. And yes he'd go cat watching with you. Even plotting to adopt a few if you both ever got the okay from Lucifer. Though he wouldn't have guessed things like that extend to you getting a good night's rest.

This particular night he was entranced by a book in the library when he heard... meowing? Though it wasn't normal meows, it was to the tune of some song. He knows that cats are known to sing sometimes but since when did either of you sneak one into the house? Following the sound he soon realizes that it's some kind of recording because what's next is a narration of a book he's read before.

Noticing the green glow from under the door he decides to check in on you and sees you knocked out. The sound of a narrator, close to his tone of voice, reading you a story as you dreamt away. He couldn't help but smile as a warm feeling took over his heart. To think you needed to hear him, or someone like him, read stories for you to properly sleep was too sweet to bare. He quietly closes the door and heads off to bed for the night.

asmo - pink

meditation or ocean sounds

true crime, makeup or both

honestly smthn that'd be trendy and recommended for sleep

First of all, he didn't expect for you to go to bed so early. Usually he's the one with an early bedtime but tonight was an exception. There was a party he was invited to and he couldn't just ignore his adoring fans.

So when he came back and heard a sleep meditation coming from your room, his curiosity gets the better of him. He decides to take a peek into your room and has to hold back a squeal over how you look sleeping. When it comes to beauty only you could rival him, and this even counts when you're sleeping!

His eyes follow where the faint pink glow is coming from and surprise! it's your little speaker. He can't help admire you and be glad you took up one of his trends. You really do care! Of course he does his bedtime routine and then cuddles up in bed with you. The pink mood lighting and how peaceful it is was just too hard to resist.

beel - red/orange

lullaby music, or 80's rock songs in music box style

podcast

snoring sounds

Beel is known for his late night kitchen rummages. Infact he got used to you not stopping him but helping by joining in or just keeping him company, you'd rarely scold him for his late night rampages. Though tonight you were no where to be found.

When he first passed by your bedroom it was relatively quiet, so he figured you were asleep. Not being able to eat how he usually would, concerned over your absence, he took only a couple snacks and checked on your room again before going back to his.

This time he notices a music box playing and a light coming from under the door. He peeks through a crack in the door he makes from opening it a little, and notices you sleeping. He smiles warmly and the grin becomes bigger when he sees where the light and sound is coming from. You and Belphie slept the same, covered with blankets and surrounded by pillows. It was endearing and he couldn't help but curl up in your room that night with his snacks.

belphie - purple/teal

fave songs but it's in music box style

asmr, and it's like a muffled city, keyboard typing, or rainy day, with music from another room

lofi

Being the Avatar of Sloth, he didn't have to go to you room to see how you were sleeping. Though you did peak his curiosity a little when he heard lofi music coming from your room. Surely you couldn't be so diligent, or a nerd, that you'd be studying at this time of night. Turns out his suspicion was correct, you weren't studying.

He was currently a by-stander of your dreams tonight and he takes note of how he appears in them. It wasn't like he was fully in your dream, no dream self to speak of, but instead things you associated with him.

Taking his powers a bit further he astral projects and finds himself right by your bed. A glow of light seems to pass through his spirit form and looking over he finds where it's coming from, along with what's making your dreams what they are. Smiling a little he looks over at your sleeping form, a bit of your face peeking out from the mass of covers, and notices that you're smiling too. "Cute." He whispers and decides to insert himself into your dreams. You wanted him so bad then fine, he'll be there.

#omswd #obey me! swd #obey me x reader #om! lucifer #om! satan #om! asmodeus #om! mammon #om! leviathan #om! beelzebub #om! belphegor

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eightfish · 10 months

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Hello! I’m very curious of your use of colors and how you go about choosing them for a piece? They all have such a nice vibe and are a treat to the eyes!! I’m also surprised you’re a med student!! How do you juggle making art with your studies?? (from the few things (very very few) I know about medical studies it just seems like a LOT of studying goes on, so I’m very curious!)

Sometimes artists make things look so easy! I want to talk about my artistic process honestly, so I’m going to show you some pieces I struggled on, with my reasoning and references, and also my mistakes and where I asked for help. I’m glad you like my colors, they’re sometimes what I end up spending the most time on.

So hello and welcome to a somewhat long write up.

First I want to show this piece, “A friendship between an escort and an eel man,” that I love the finished colors of but was a pain while I was making it:

I start off with two ideas I wanted to combine for the color scheme:

The two halves, the human half and the eel tank half, should be distinct. I thought human side red, eel tank blue.

2. For additional contrast, I wanted human half dark and eel tank bright.

Wasn't entirely clicking, but I decided to just start slapping down colors and adjust later.

A note on shadows and lighting- shift not just the values (light/dark of the color) but the hue as well (the.. color of the color) to give a piece a richer tone. Here I’m making the shadows more red and the lighting more yellow (though in the end the lighting is blue instead).

(Of course, changing value only is a choice used in many color schemes as well. Maybe if you want a piece to look dingy, or monochromatic. You can do anything if you do it intentionally.)

Here I liked the warm human half, but I didn’t like the blue tank so much.

Tried some warm colors. Still wasn’t working. Though bringing the yellow into the tank made the piece more cohesive, having the whole thing be similar colors was not my initial goal. It looked boring, and the eel tank was not separate enough. The yellows and browns on the aquarium side did not look like water, even when I tried suggesting the top of the tank.

I asked a friend (@veritasgloriamart) for help and she sent me this reference:

I adjusted the tank colors to the reference, and added a blue glow instead of yellow to help connect the two sides. It was still not looking cohesive enough to me.

A blue overlay layer added to the human side to make the colors even more aligned with the tank side worked! Overlay layers are magic. They can really help make colors come together. Here the purple on the human side still works to separate it from the tank, but the blue shadows bring them together. It was looking really good now!

Contrast is important, so eel man became darker. Him and the escort are the subjects, so they get to be dark against a light background. Contrast and focal points are important.

After some cleaning up, here is the final piece again! I put some pink in the tank to bring some of human side into the tank side too.

Here is a second piece I struggled with:

Again I start off with some ideas: the scene should look warm and comfortable. I thought I should use a lot of colors, to make the meal look like a colorful feast. But I wasn’t paying enough attention to lighting and contrast, so it was looking flat and disorganized.

I decided I wanted the colors to look more intentional. Let's do purple and yellow, warm and complementary colors. Green and red because food needs those colors. But the contrast was still not good enough. The piece still lacked clarity and focus.

One thing to do when struggling with contrast and clarity: switch to thinking with values. Working in black and white, I made the figure of the fairy on the left darker against a lighter background to make her stand out, and I made the unimportant edges of the piece darker, but it didn’t feel like enough.

My friend (thanks @deoidesign) gave me critique to make the lighting bolder on the hair and table, making the silhouette of the fairy much more clear. After following the advice, it was really working for me now!

I used the gradient map tool to rough out a similar yellow and purple color scheme as my initial idea:

After adding the gradient map it’s pretty much done. Gradient maps are magic.

I lost the idea I started with, making the food colorful, but the food worked better being all yellow instead. Making the food all one color made the lighting more clear, deemphasized it, and let the characters stand out. Things don't always have to be colored the color they actually are.

Minor details added, final piece.

"Eating faerie food gives them power over you, but if fae eat human food, it works the other way around too. These three don’t mind either way."

Final example, a piece that wasn’t a struggle: A necromancer and kitty’s latest conquest.

Sometimes, coloring is just vibes.

The starting idea for this one: muted blue and purple/red.

I took some inspiration from this piece by an artist whos work I love love love (the green one under 2021):

That piece inspired me to add the beige, green, and pink from the color scheme. I also nudged the reds more into purple to make them softer.

The plants got to be green, as did the walls. Blue and purple, the cooler colors, for the shadows and darker plants. Pink as a bright color, used sparingly to add warmth. Beige used wherever it fits, to calm everything down. The colors for this piece came naturally so I don’t have a lot of progress shots.

Some things I was considering here: I was blending the colors into each other and reusing them throughout the piece. Nearby colors bleed into each other, unifying them. Things are not held to the colors they would be in the real world, but rather what looks good.

Only very minor changes were made after the color sketch. Final piece:

When I’m not feeling like experimenting so much, sometimes I just fall back on color schemes I’m used to. I know red, green, and yellow look cozy and warm together so a lot of my pieces use that.

On learning colors:

For me, learning means paying attention to the colors in the world around me and to the colors in other people’s art. I note the general idea of color palettes (example: yellow highlights, blue shadows is one I see a lot) and the impressions they give off. I’m slowly building up a library in my head of palettes.

Tips summary:

Having some idea of the mood of the piece or a general palette can be a good starting point

Ask for help

Take inspiration and use references

Value is more important for clarity than colors are. If the colors are not working, it could be because the values are not working

You don’t need to color things the color they actually are. Color them how they look or what looks best for the piece. White things are not necessarily white, skin is not necessarily a shade of brown. The lighting of an environment changes the colors you see.

Iterate on ideas. Critique yourself.

Thinking of a piece as a whole helps the colors look cohesive. Think of palates while considering the whole piece. Intentionally reuse colors throughout.

Consider bleeding nearby colors into each other. In real life, bounce light can give this effect. In art, it’s not necessarily always realistic but can add texture and cohesiveness.

Practice practice practice

The end. I hope it’s useful!

#art tutorial #art tips #coloring tutorial #art resources #my art #drawing resources #art help

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eddiemunsons80sbaby · 6 months

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Everybody Hurts

Chapter 12

Pairing: EddieMunsonxReader

Summary: You needed to escape, escape from your life, your messy divorce, and all the pitying looks. Looks you couldn't ignore when everyone in town had known you and Cam, had known your shame and failure. So, you took the first job you could get, teaching third grade in a town called Hawkins. Little did you know, you were walking right into another messy situation, a messy situation with big brown eyes and long dark waves. But he's resistant, at times unbearable and you start getting curious about the town's past, his past, especially when things don't start adding up.

18+ Only for eventual smut

The smut has arrived. You've been warned.

Next chapter: 11/15

Word Count: 7.5K

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‘My Dude’s Pies’ stood out starkly in bright yellow letters on the front of the otherwise nondescript brick building. There was nothing particularly special about it from the outside. It didn’t stand out in any way. It looked like most of the other businesses along the main street in Hawkins. Nothing that would really catch your eye or bring you pause but the inside was an entirely different story.

Your eyes widened at the riot of color that greeted you as you and Eddie walked through the door. The walls were painted a neon green with a huge mural of a slice of pizza riding a wave decorating the largest wall. The other walls were filled with various artwork, all quirky and eclectic: a cow wearing sunglasses, a tiger in a garish purple velvet suit, a collection of paintings of trolls' toys with a rainbow of brightly colored hair. Multi-colored lights hung from the ceiling and snaked around the walls. The furniture was a mish mosh of neon colors, your eyes assaulted with glaring shades of hot pink, flaming red, electric blue, and florescent yellow. The floor was white tile, blocks of the same brilliant shades sprinkled throughout.

“My dudes!”

You looked up to find Argyle coming through the swinging doors from the kitchen, his arms raised over his head in greeting. Of course. How had you forgotten that Argyle owned the pizza place in town? The decor here perfectly matched the loud fashion choices of the man currently walking toward you, pulling you into a bone-crushing bear hug.

“Hi Argyle,” you gasped, your chest constricted with the force of the friendly embrace.

“To what do I owe the pleasure, friends?” he inquired. “You two craving one of my tasty pies?”

“I was just hungry, man. The lady said she wanted pizza, so here we are,” Eddie answered.

“Wait…” Argyle stepped back, his fingers pointing between the two of you, dancing just like his eyes, a grin stretching his mouth wide. “Oh! Oh! Are you two dating now? Is this a thing? It looks like a thing. How did I not know about this?”

“No. Absolutely not a thing. This is definitely not a date,” Eddie protested, his hands waving in front of him as if that were the most offensive thing he’d ever heard. “I’m just helping her out with a car. We ran to the junkyard for parts and I was hungry so I mentioned grabbing something to eat and she picked pizza. Just trying to be nice, man. Something new for me.”

“I see,” Argyle nodded. “Also getting real tired of the ladies chewing your ear off about chasing their new friend away, huh? And the car worked out! That’s rad. You know, Jonathan has some really good ideas sometimes. When he said you should get her your uncle’s car, I thought that was bogus because you two can’t stand each other. But look, here you stand in my restaurant ready to chow down together. So, it all worked out, right?”

Annoyance rippled along your spine, your ears buzzing as you silently seethed at his words. So, you’d been right all along. Eddie didn’t want to hang out with you. He hadn’t found you a car and offered to work on it out of the goodness of his heart. His friends had put him up to all of this because they wanted you to get along. Anger bubbled within you until it was boiling over, spilling out, completely out of your control anymore.

“Yeah, it all worked out. What a stand up guy to do exactly what his friends told him to do even though it’s awful for him, being forced to spend time with me. And us dating? Can you imagine?” you snorted obnoxiously, knowing you were being immature but not caring. “What a ridiculous idea. Like he would ever want to date some mainstream Prom Queen like me. He’s far too edgy for me. I’m too boring and normal. Actually stuck-up bitch is how I believe he put it if I’m remembering correctly. That would definitely go against his own personal motto of keeping that hardcore metal asshole image.”

Both men’s jaws dropped, eyes wide as you shoved past them and made your way to the front counter to order your food. At this point, you just wanted to eat and go home. Just as you were beginning to feel like you were becoming the person you hoped to be, someone strong and smart who would never let anyone else treat you like garbage, Eddie managed to make you feel like an idiot all over again.

Because wasn’t that what an idiot would do? Close their eyes and pretend they couldn’t see what was happening right in front of their face? Just like you did for a year, hell, for your entire marriage. Ignorantly ignoring all the signs, choosing to stay in your safe cocoon of ignorance over facing the glaring problem in the room that would implode your life. No, you didn’t know Cam was sleeping with your best friend but as you looked back, all the signs were there. The two of you had not been a happy couple for a long time. And now Eddie was just another problem you were trying to ignore, continually hoping for something that wasn’t there, pretending everything was fine when it was anything but.

“Hey, what can I get you?” asked the perky teen girl with a beaming smile that was manning the cash register.

Your eyes scanned over the menu, remembering how yummy that pineapple pizza had been the other night. “I’m going to get the Pineapple Express.”

“For here or would you like it in a box to go?”

“You know what? Can I get it to go please?”

There. You could get your pizza and then he could take you home. Eddie could just go sit in his house and eat his pizza all alone since being with you was clearly a chore for him, something he was only doing to play nice, to keep his friends from being mad at him. You would enjoy your pizza and maybe dive back into your book that you needed to finish before it was due back at the library.

You stepped down to the end of the counter to wait on your pizza just as Eddie stepped up, ordering a ‘Slice to Meat you.’ Your eyes flicked up to the menu, noticing it was basically a four meat pizza with bacon, sausage, pepperoni, and ground beef. When the girl asked him whether he wanted it here or to go, he answered that it was for here.

“He meant to go,” you called out to the girl.

You could feel Eddie’s eyes boring into you as he protested, “Actually, I want mine for here.”

“Well, I got mine to go so you may as well get yours to go too. Wouldn’t want to force my company on you any longer than necessary,” you muttered, folding your arms, eyes trained on the kitchen, refusing to look at him.

“Both of our orders are for here,” he ground out through gritted teeth.

A hand wrapped around your bicep in a vice grip, not enough to hurt but firm enough to get your attention. Eddie pulled you away from the counter and over into the corner of the restaurant, your bodies shadowed from the rest of the customers, the lighting dim. Your back pressed up against the wall, his body so close you could feel the annoyance radiating off of him.

“Alright, what the hell is your problem now? I asked you out to dinner. I didn’t ask if you wanted to grab food and go. I assumed that meant we were eating it here, together,” he snarled, keeping his voice low in an effort to not draw attention.

“You are my problem. You’ve been my problem ever since I first laid eyes on you and I just want to take my pizza home.”

“Jesus Christ, you bitch about me but are you aware of how unbelievably frustrating you are? You want to talk about mood swings? You went from pleasant to nasty in a matter of seconds,” hissed Eddie. “What the hell was that about, huh? I thought we were past all that. I thought we were trying to be nice to each other. I fucking apologized, using the actual words because you insisted, for what I said to you. I brought you food. We sat and watched a movie. We hung out today. I thought we were cool so why did you have to throw that back in my face again?”

You opened your mouth to argue with him but quickly snapped it shut again. What could you possibly say to explain the way you’d acted without telling him the very thing you never wanted to utter aloud? I threw it back in your face because I like you but it’s pretty obvious you don’t like me and that made me act like a five year old who wasn’t getting their way?

No, you absolutely could not say that. Nor could you explain how he kept sending signals that made you think maybe he was interested and then just as fast shut you down. If you said that, you were openly admitting that you were hoping for something to happen here and that was the most mortifying thing you could think of. He would reject you, right here, in front of Argyle and word would quickly spread among the group and you’d never be able to show your face around them again. Hell, you wouldn’t be able to show your face in Hawkins. In a town this small, everybody would know before you walked into work on Monday.

“You’re right,” you admitted, gritting your teeth as you did so, the words painful to even speak because he wasn’t right but you couldn’t tell him why. “I did forgive you. We’re past it. Just forget it, okay? It’s fine. We can eat our pizza here.”

“Pineapple Express for Y/N!”

You pushed past him in a huff, grabbing the box from the young guy, forcing a smile and thanking him. You dropped down hard into a chair at the nearest table, opening the box. The pizza smelled amazing but your stomach was so twisted up with everything you wanted to say but couldn’t that you weren't sure you could eat it even if you wanted to.

Eddie sat down across from you, his own pizza on a silver tray. He grabbed a slice, taking a large bite and then sat back, spreading his legs wide. His eyes assessed you as he chewed slowly, as if he were a doctor and you were exhibiting the most unusual symptoms, his brain struggling to come up with a diagnosis. Well, that was fine. You certainly weren't helping him fill in the missing information.

“So…we’re fine?” he questioned.

“Yeah. I said we were, didn’t I?”

“I know what you said but based on your body language and the way you’re staring daggers at me right now, I am getting the distinct impression that it’s not actually fine,” he grumbled, dropping his pizza back on the tray. His body leaned forward, elbows resting on the edge of the table. “So, you want to tell me what’s really going on?”

“Nothing’s going on. Seriously. It’s fine. Just drop it.”

“Look sweetheart…”

“I’m not your sweetheart.”

Eddie’s head ricocheted backward, “Okay. Fine. I’m just a little confused here. I thought we were doing okay. We had a nice night last night, a good day today, so what changed?”

“Nothing. Nothing changed so you don’t have to worry. You’re doing your job. You’ve been nice to me. You pitied me and helped with my car. You even took me to dinner and hung out with me and now your friends will be happy with you because you can say we’re getting along. So, we’re good. You did good, alright?”

“I pitied you? You think I asked you to grab something to eat because I pity you?”

“I don’t know. Maybe or maybe not but you definitely asked me to dinner and are fixing my car and hanging out with me to make sure your friends don’t yell at you for being rude. Argyle made that pretty clear. So glad that Jonathan was able to come up with a solution for me since I’m such a problem for you. I’m just telling you, mission accomplished. If they ask, I will let them know what a nice guy you’ve been. So, you can stop doing things you obviously don’t want to do.”

“I didn’t ask you to get food with me for my friends. I also didn’t offer to fix your car for them. Yeah, it was Jonathan’s idea that I show you my uncle’s car but I chose to offer to fix it. They are very well aware of what an asshole I can be and they’ve stuck around for over ten years. I’m not worried about them being pissed at me and I don’t do anything I don’t want to do, darling.”

“Fine,” you huffed, folding your arms over your chest, eyes challenging him. “If not for them, then explain to me why we’re sitting in this pizza place.”

“Did you ever consider the possibility that maybe I liked hanging out with you?”

“No! Why would I?”

“Jesus H. Christ, woman, you can be so damn stubborn,” Eddie growled, his eyes rolling toward the ceiling. “Is it really so hard to believe that I can be a nice guy? That maybe, just maybe, I just want to try to be your friend?”

“Yes, it is when you say shit like you were hungry so you figured you’d try out being nice and invite me along. That doesn’t sound like you wanted to share a meal with me. It sounds like you felt like you should and I don’t need to be anyone’s charity case.”

“Do I seem like the type of guy who would take on a charity case out of the goodness of my heart?” he demanded.

“Yeah, actually you do,” you shot back. “I know all about your little DnD club, Hellfire, right? I know how you took in Dustin, Lucas, and Mike because you noticed they weren’t fitting in, sitting all alone. I think it’s admirable, really, but I am not some freshman in high school who’s being isolated from the group. I can take care of myself. I’m not one of your sheep and I sure as hell don’t need a shepherd.”

His eyes widened, head tilting, “Who told you about Hellfire?”

“Jonathan,” you answered shortly, realizing just a bit too late that you may have divulged more than you should have.

“And how exactly did that topic come up?”

“We were just talking about the group, about how everyone met. He told me Dustin practically worships the ground you walk on, how you took the boys under your wing their freshman year, and gave them a safe space.”

“Oh he did?”

“He did,” you mumbled.

It was only a half lie. That had been what Jonathan said but it hadn’t exactly come up as organically as all that. But you couldn’t tell him the real reason. He pissed you off and drove you nuts but you didn’t want to hurt him. Telling him about Lance, about what he’d said, would only cause him more pain and no matter how much he upset you, you couldn’t bring yourself to do that.

“Someone should tell him to keep his big mouth shut about my business,” grumbled Eddie.

“Why? Because someone might actually mistake you for a good guy,” you teased, a small smile breaking through your previous annoyance. “Can’t have that, right?”

“Letting those little shrimps into my high school club does not make me a good guy. Most people in this town would tell you it made me the bad guy, actually. Welcoming them into my club for losers and freaks, painting a bullseye on their backs for four years of torment.”

“I disagree. Those kids were going to be targets whether they joined your club or not. Besides, most seniors would not take the time to acknowledge some lowly freshmen, let alone go out of their way to make sure they felt like they had somewhere to belong. I think it speaks to who you really are, the person you try to hide behind all the surliness and unpleasantness.”

“Oh yeah? Weren’t you the one who just moments ago didn’t even want to share pizza with me and now you’re certain I’m really a good guy?”

“I never thought you weren’t a good guy. I just know there’s something that’s caused you to bury him down deep, something that hurt you. I can see it all the time. It’s in your eyes, in the way you shut down, in the way you mask any possible emotion with anger because that’s the easiest one to handle. You don’t want to be vulnerable with anyone because you don’t want to risk it.”

“You don’t know anything about it,” Eddie grumbled, head dropping, that mass of hair veiling his face as if he were trying to hide from you. As if he were trying to keep you from seeing the truth and really, wasn’t that what he’d been doing from the first moment you met?

“You’re right. I don’t, but I get the distinct impression that you think you’re all alone but you’re not. You have a mess of people who genuinely seem to truly care about you, who seem willing to do anything for you if you’d only let them in.”

“Do I?” he questioned, leaning back in his seat again, lean arms crossing over the top of his shirt. “And do you count yourself among one of those people, sweetheart?”

“I would like to be,” you admitted, your stomach twisting at the honesty of your words, at the vulnerable state you were putting yourself in by telling him the truth. “If you’d let me. I mean, you know, be a friend to you.” You added that quickly, not wanting to send this conversation veering off course or send him shutting down, thinking you meant something he very obviously didn’t want.

“Well, after two meals together, I think we can safely say we’re friends,” he replied softly, those plush lips pursing together as the corner of his mouth, a dimple appearing on the same side.

“Good,” you smiled, grabbing your pizza, hunger returning with the very large step you’d both just taken.

Friends. You could do that for him. You could be his friend. You would push your attraction down, somewhere deep where it couldn’t reach the light of day, and learn to be okay with this because it was all that he wanted from you. You couldn’t be angry with him because he wasn’t attracted to you. You couldn’t control attraction. So if friends was all he wanted, then you would be his friend.

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“What are you doing?” you asked curiously as Eddie got out of his van after you.

You were sitting in front of your house and you’d assumed he was simply dropping you off. You’d both managed civil, polite conversation while you’d enjoyed the rest of your pizza. It wasn’t anything groundbreaking. He hadn’t suddenly divulged the deep dark secret that you knew was buried in there but it had still been nice. You’d actually talked for an hour without arguing once.

You had enjoyed the way his face softened, his eyes warmed, as he talked about his uncle. The man clearly meant everything to him. He hadn’t told you what you already knew about his parents. He clearly didn’t trust you enough yet and you weren't going to bring up his ugly past but he had told a few stories about growing up with his mom’s brother.

You’d particularly enjoyed the story about Wayne dressing up as Santa Claus after an eleven year old Eddie insisted he wasn’t real. He’d loudly brought in the presents, banging around on purpose to wake the kid so he would catch sight of him. Eddie had been shocked to his core, everything he thought he’d been certain of suddenly in question. He’d believed in Santa until he was fourteen after that, no matter what the other kids had to say on the matter. But he never told anyone he was real, that he’d seen him, not wanting to be mocked at school.

“I’m walking you to your door,” Eddie answered, that look on his face again, the one that said he thought you were dense, as if walking you to your door should have been obvious.

“Umm…ok,” you mumbled, the two of you walking side by side up your sidewalk.

Eddie’s hands were tucked into his pockets as he climbed the steps next to you. You stepped up to the door and reached into your purse for your keys before pausing and turning to face him.

“Thanks,” you said softly, “you know, for helping with the car and for dinner and everything. It was nice, you know, getting to hang out with you, feeling like you actually might not be completely repulsed by me.”

You laughed awkwardly, trying to play it off as a joke but it fell flat because you couldn’t really find it funny. Especially not right now, with the way Eddie was looking at you.

Eddie’s jaw lifted, his head tilting to the side, “Repulsed by you? That’s an interesting choice of words.”

You shrugged, pulling your lower lip between your teeth, “You certainly seemed to be.” You waved your hand in dismissal, trying to play it off. “Look, it doesn’t really matter anymore. We decided to move past all of that, right? My point was just that it was nice, feeling like I was your friend, that maybe you’re okay with me being around because I really like your friends and I would like to keep hanging out with everybody. I haven’t really…I mean, I’ve spent the last four months alone, basically. It’s nice to have people.”

“Sweetheart, I have never been repulsed by you,” Eddie stated, shaking his head, those brown eyes burning holes straight through you, your skin suddenly warm, uncomfortably warm as he stepped into you and you stepped back with nowhere to go, your back pressed against the door. “Not once. How in the hell could anyone be repulsed by you?”

Your breath caught, the ability to pull in air suddenly felt impossible as the back of his hand came up, brushing along your cheek. Your eyes fluttered closed at the contact, the feel of his skin against yours filling you with an overwhelming need. You battled yourself, refusing to take the first step, not willing to open yourself up to his rejection, a concept that was so shockingly painful it caused an ache within your chest.

“I don’t understand,” you managed to choke out, head swimming, scared to allow yourself to read anything in his words, knowing you could be twisting them into what you wanted. And god, you wanted it so badly at this moment.

“The first moment I saw you, this face across those flames, I thought you were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen,” Eddie rasped, his fingers moving over the back of your neck, fingers slipping into your hair. His nose was grazing, featherlight, across your forehead and your legs threatened to send you to the ground.

“I…Eddie…this is…I don’t understand what is happening. What the hell do you want from me?” you pleaded, hands pressed flat against the door in an effort to keep yourself stable because he was shaking your foundation to the core.

“Too much,” he whispered, words growled against your ear. “More than I should.”

His lips crashed into yours and it was indescribable: a meteor shower blazing across the sky, heat lightning setting your soul ablaze, a cyclone of desire that was destroying everything in its path. Every time you’d imagined this very moment, you’d been so wrong because your mind could never have come up with this. It was as if your soul recognized him and was pulling toward him like a magnet, desperate to connect with the piece it had been missing. He was leaving his name tattooed across your soul with a single kiss, marking you forever.

You finally allowed yourself to slide your hands into that hair, fingers tangling through luscious, thick waves. Eddie’s hands flattened against your door on either side of your head, his chest pressing against yours, pinning you between him and the wood. His tongue slid across your lips and you parted them eagerly, moaning as he licked and explored, leaving nothing untouched, completely consuming you, making you feel him everywhere at once.

It was a kiss that made you forget about every other kiss you had ever had. Cam who? No kiss with Cam had ever felt like this. It was a kiss like they show in movies and romance novels. It was a kiss that made you feel as if you were living in a dream because there was no way reality could feel this damn good. It was a tidal wave crashing against your shores, washing away any trace of anything that wasn’t him, his lips as they devoured you, his tongue slipping along your own.

“House,” he growled into your mouth, his voice deep and raspy, filled with the longing that you felt to the very tips of your fingers and toes.

“House…” you gasped. “Yeah…”

You turned, struggling with your key, your fingers trembling. It didn’t help when his hands slid around you, thumb running just under your shirt, rough and calloused against the skin of your stomach. His face nuzzled against your hair, tongue tracing the edge of your ear, and you fought like hell to find enough clarity to get the key in the door.

You’d barely pushed the door open before he was on you again, crushing you to him, his foot kicking the door shut roughly behind you. He walked forward, causing you to stumble back and then your back was pressed against the wall again. His nose ran along your cheek, across your jaw, down the side of your throat and you trembled at the simple contact as he breathed life back into you with his touch.

Then his lips joined in the fun and Jesus. Your eyes rolled back in your head as he explored the column of your throat and then his lips latched around the skin, suckling it into his mouth. You cried out, your hand grasping the back of his head, holding him against you, the sensations moving straight down between your legs, an ache that refused to be ignored pulsing insistently.

“You smell amazing,” he breathed, kisses pressed against your pulse point, tender skin sucked between his lips, teasing with his teeth. He was going to mark you. Your thirty year old self was going to be walking around with a hickey but you couldn’t find the will to care. “You are so goddamn beautiful. From the moment I saw you a few weeks ago, all I could think about was touching you, running my hands over every inch of your body, finding out just how good you taste.”

Holy fuck. A soft whimper fell from your lips, your skin trembling at his words. Was this really happening right now? All those times you’d imagined this, this exact moment, you’d never believed it would ever become a reality. Could it possibly be true? Had he been wanting you just like you’d been wanting him?

His hands pulled at your shirt, yanking it over the top of your head and tossing it. The frenzy of just mere seconds ago halted as he stood admiring every inch of you. Cam had never looked at you like that, like you were the most desirable woman he’d ever seen. Eddie’s eyes roamed over your chest, the black lacy bra that hid nothing, your nipples already hardened into peaks, pressing against the fabric as your chest heaved in anticipation.

“Jesus H. Christ,” he breathed, one hand coming to cup the mound of flesh now revealed to him, his thumb moving over your nipple as you gasped, biting on your bottom lip. “Your ex is a fucking idiot. You are so damn perfect.”

His lips fell to your chest, open mouthed kisses against the flesh that spilled from the top of the bra as his hands slipped around your back, working at the clasp. He released it quickly, expertly as if he’d done it a dozen times, discarding it to the floor. You arched toward him, your body aching for his hands, his mouth, anything. You had never been so turned on in your entire life.

You writhed as he worshiped your breasts, teeth and tongue and lips everywhere. Teasing, sucking, nibbling until you were panting, your hand buried in his thick locks, holding him against you. Your hips rocked forward, craving more, craving all of him, as if you were an addict and he was your drug, the only thing that could satisfy this burning need blazing within you. He pulled one nipple between his lips, sucking hard, so hard it hurt but it was the most blissful kind of pain, the kind that made you want to beg for more.

Eddie rose up straight, his lips finding yours once again, tongue exploring your mouth, massaging your own. You needed to see him, all of him. You grasped at his shirt and he pulled away just long enough to yank it over his head. As your eyes fell on his pale flesh, a canvas of battle wounds, a patchwork of scars just like the ones on his neck and arm, you gasped softly. It was like you were looking at a roadmap of his past, the pain he’d been through, proof of how strong he was to have survived whatever horrors he’d endured.

“Eddie,” you whispered, your fingers reaching out, tracing the deep, dark, and jagged lines along his abdomen.

At the feel of your touch, Eddie’s eyes fluttered closed, a soft sigh escaping him, as if he was starved for it. As if he hadn’t been touched in far too long. You felt him shiver, his heart beating fast and hard under your palm, his chest rising and falling rapidly. It filled you with a searing sadness, wondering how long it had been since someone had touched him with affection.

He grabbed your hand, bringing the pads of your fingers to his lips, kissing them gently. Then he bent down and grabbed his shirt, preparing to pull it back over his head and you reached for it, pulling it from his hands.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m sorry…I…I know it’s hideous,” he mumbled. “I can keep my shirt on so you don’t have to look at them.”

Your heart fractured, tiny jagged pieces crumbling into dust at his words, at the way his face crumpled, as his expectation of rejection. Had other women seen this and turned from him? Had someone actually asked him to keep his shirt on? You were filled with a strong desire to punch them in the face if they did.

“No,” you told him softly, tossing the shirt across the room. “You don’t have to hide from me.” You stepped into him, pressing your lips against the scar that was at his collarbone, relishing the sweet groan that fell from his lips. “This is a part of who you are, proof of how strong you are, and I don’t think you’re hideous, Eddie. I think you’re beautiful. You are the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. Don’t ever cover yourself up because you’re absolutely perfect.”

Your lips moved, pressing against each and every scar, worshiping him just the way he had you. The soft sighs he made with each touch of your mouth filled you with warmth. You were overcome with a desire to take away this man’s pain, to show him just how beautiful he was, how his scars didn’t diminish him. They were a testament that he had fought and survived. What he’d fought you didn’t know but after seeing the evidence on his body, you couldn’t believe this was the work of a bunch of rabid raccoons.

You brought your face to his, kissing the scar along his jaw, your tongue moving along the raised and angry skin. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling gently and he groaned, cupping the back of your head and tipping it back. He smashed his lips to yours, urgent and needy.

“Eddie…” you whispered as his lips traveled again, exploring. They moved between your breasts, along your stomach before he dropped to his knees in front of you, undoing your shorts and pulling them, along with your panties, down your legs. You lifted each foot, allowing him to remove them completely.

His hand ran over your leg, down to your calf, gripping it and hooking it over his shoulder, opening you completely to him. You gazed down at him, biting your lip and he grinned, cocoa eyes now dark with lust before he pressed his face against your center, nuzzling his nose in, inhaling deeply. Your head hit the wall at the slightest contact.

“You don’t…I was going to…” you managed to squeak out, though you weren’t sure how as his lips traced over your calf and then the skin of your inner thigh.

“No. I’ve been dying to know what you taste like for days…” he growled softly, his teeth biting down into the supple flesh of your thigh, causing you to shriek as your head slammed back against the wall.

Your brain lost all ability to form a coherent thought as his tongue ran over your folds, spreading you open. His hands gripped your hips, holding you steady as they rocked toward him, moving as if they had a mind of their own, a mind that wanted to get as close to his mouth as it could.

“So fucking good, Prom Queen. So wet for me already,” he growled, lips wrapping around your clit, sucking on it like a hard lozenge to soothe a painful ache.

“Jesus Christ, Eddie!” you yelped, hands slamming against the wood of the door.

His tongue flicked, lips sucked, teeth raked until you were on the verge of tears, your orgasm already coiling like a snake ready to strike. Two thick fingers slipped through your slick, teasing at your opening, and then he pressed them into you, pumping them rhythmically, his tongue never letting up its attention on your clit.

He worked like a man on a mission, like he was starving and you were a buffet of delicacies spread out before him. Cam had always acted like doing down on you was a chore, something he was required to do so he could get what he wanted. Eddie acted like this was the main attraction, like your pleasure was the only thing that mattered, like he couldn’t get enough of you.

“Oh my god…” you keened, hands flat against the door, trying to keep yourself in an upright position as the muscles in your legs quivered, knees threatening to give out beneath you.

“Not a god sweetheart…just a freak. A freak who’s going to make you cum harder than you ever have,” he mused, burying his face, mouth wrapped around your clit as he shook his head back and forth, fingers curling within you, hitting a space Cam had certainly never found and you bit your lip so hard, you tasted blood.

Your entire body shook as the tsunami that was your orgasm crashed down over you. Your vision went white and you began to slide down the wall to the floor, your legs unable to support you anymore. Eddie caught you, arms around your legs, creeping upward as he stood. He kept a firm grip on you as he kissed you soft and deep.

“Holy shit,” you gasped through a haze of pleasure, your body jello that had been left out in the sun, oozing into all the cracks of the sidewalk, unable to form a substantial shape.

“That was so much better than I imagined,” Eddie whispered against the shell of your ear, strong arms locked around you. “Fuck, Prom Queen, the sounds you make…your ex ever make you feel that good?”

“I…he…huh…” you managed, your brain still completely checked out.

Eddie scooped you up easily, carrying you up the stairs bridal style. His lean body was deceiving as he held you as if you weighed nothing, kicking open the door to your room, laying you back on the bed. Your eyes followed him hungrily as he removed his pants and boxers, revealing even more of those angry scars over his legs. Fuck, it was like something had tried to consume him, biting off hunks of flesh anywhere and everywhere it could reach.

His hand felt in his back pocket, retrieving a foil wrapped condom and your eyes widened. Had he planned for this? Hoped for it? Why else would he just be carrying a condom with him when he knew he would be spending the day with you? He ripped open the foil with his teeth, rolling it down over his substantial girth. Your eyes watched him eagerly, your pussy already pulsing again, needy for him, wanting to know what he felt like inside of you.

His fists came down onto the end of the bed as he crawled his way up to you, surprising you when he turned you onto your side, spooning you from behind. He gripped his cock, rubbing it over your folds, through your wetness and you moaned, pressing your ass back against him, eager for him to fill you, to feel all of him. He used the tip to tease your clit, working you up until you were whimpering again, desperate for him. Just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, he thrust up into you.

“Oh shit…” you groaned, eyes rolling back in your head as he hit the deepest spaces within you, his cock bottoming out with each roll of his hips. He was stretching you deliciously, his cock thicker than anything you were used to. “That’s so good.”

“Yeah? You like that?” Eddie breathed in your ear, one hand gripping your hip, the other wrapping around your throat, pulling you flush against him as he rocked himself in and out of you again and again.

“Yes, fuck yes.”

“You feel so goddamn good wrapped around me, sweetheart. Fuck, you’re so damn wet,” grunted Eddie, his fingers walking from your hip to between your thighs, teasing your clit once again.

“Jesus…” you whimpered, rolling your hips against his hand, causing you to come back even deeper on his cock each time he rocked forward, both of you groaning at the new sensation.

“Keep doing that, Prom Queen. Fuck, feels so good,” he muttered, lips pressed against your shoulder.

You continued to rock your hips, panting, sweaty, your bodies slipping along each other. That snake coiled up again quickly and you knew you weren’t going to last much longer, not with his cock hitting all the right places and his fingers playing you like a fucking piano, hitting all the right notes every goddamn time.

“Eddie…I’m gonna…I’m so close…”

Eddie’s fingers gripped your chin, turning your face toward his, “That’s it, pretty girl. Cum for me. I want to see your face when I make you lose control.”

His words were like a force, snapping you like a rubber band. “Oh Eddie!” you screamed, white hot pleasure exploding from your center just as he grunted your name and rutted deep inside of you, his own orgasm taking control.

“Fuck,” he muttered, body quivering behind you. He slipped from inside you gently, pulling the condom off and tossing it in the trash can right next to the bed. Rolling onto his side, he propped himself up on his arm, smiling down at you, thumb running along your jaw. “So, what do you think? Can we manage to be friends?”

You laughed, the sound loud and explosive at the absurdity of his words, “I uh…I don’t usually do that with friends.”

“Yeah, well, I’ve never had a friend that’s made me rock hard every time they walk by,” Eddie shrugged. “I mean, Harrington’s pretty but…”

You snorted, rolling into him, pressing your cheek against his chest, listening to the soothing sound of his heartbeat. You’d told yourself that a relationship was the last thing you needed. You’d convinced yourself that you just needed to find yourself but now, you were more than content to find yourself while being with Eddie. If something good came along, even when you weren’t planning on it, why would you risk throwing it away? What if no one ever made you feel like this again?

“I have not been this happy in over a year. The others are never going to believe this,” you chuckled, shaking your head. “They think we can’t stand each other. What are they going to do when they find out we’re…” You paused, not sure how to finish that sentence. “What are we? Is this…something?”

Eddie stilled next to you, clearing his throat. “We don’t really need to rush to name this anything yet or define it or…you know, announce it to anybody. I mean, who knows what’s gonna happen, right? No reason to jump the gun.”

A weight crushed your chest at his words, “So…was this just a one time thing?”

“That’s not what I said. I just don’t think we need to make some big declaration about it. Who knows what this is right now, right? I mean, we don’t even know what this is. No need to confuse everybody else.”

“Right…” you murmured, not wanting to put any pressure on him, to come across as pathetic, to admit how much you wanted this to be the start of something more.

He cleared his throat uncomfortably. “Alright, sweetheart, this has been amazing and everything but I am going to grab my clothes and I’ll get out of your hair, okay?”

Eddie sat up, bursting your blissful bubble. What? You reached out for him, struggling to comprehend the sudden change of pace. How did you go from having sex to him ready to leave so quickly? Your hand wrapped around his forearm. He looked down at it and then back at you quizzically, one eyebrow lifted.

“What? What do you mean you’re leaving? I thought…I mean, I assumed after that…” you sighed, frustrated at being put in a vulnerable state where you were admitting how weak you really were, how needy you were for him to stay. “I thought you’d spend the night. We could watch a movie or something.” Sitting up, you pressed your lips against his bare shoulder, your arms coming around his waist. “Maybe do this again. I could even make you breakfast tomorrow.”

He looked away from you quickly, too quickly, and you felt your heart sinking. All the joy, the pleasure, the anticipation of things to come melted out of your body, dread taking over. He was regretting it. You’d allowed yourself to believe he wanted more and he was shutting down on you again, locking the door, leaving you out in the cold.

“Uh…as tempting as that sounds, I should really get home. I mean, I gotta get up early tomorrow and…”

“Tomorrow’s Sunday. The shop can’t possibly be open on Sunday.”

“No, but I told my uncle I’d help him with uhh…with this thing. I mean, something with his truck. And I live closer to him than you do. It just makes more sense to stay at my own place. Besides, I don’t want to wake you up early on a Sunday when you could sleep in.”

Panic inhabited every cell of your being, desperate to keep him there, fearing that if you let him walk out the door, all of this would have been for nothing. He would go back to being who he’d been the last few weeks. You would now be the idiot who slept with a guy who never planned on anything more than a one night stand.

“I’m sure your uncle would understand if you showed up a little later. You could always call him and…”

“No,” Eddie stated, his tone very clearly letting you know that the discussion was over. “Look, this was nice. It was great.” He rose from the bed, pulling his pants on. “But I don’t think we’re at the staying at each other’s places level yet, okay? We barely know each other.” Now his shirt was over his head, his hands checking his pockets for his wallet and keys. “I’ll call you.”

Bending down, he kissed the top of your head and then darted from the room as if he couldn’t get away from you fast enough. You pulled your knees into your chest, battling back the tears, the awful pain in your chest, the insistent voice telling you that you were a moron, a moron who’d let some guy use you all over again.

Chapter 13

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theewritingroomm · 1 year

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A Friendly Favor - Part 3

Summary: As his best friend you are required to help Eddie when he needs it. Especially for everything girl related, including helping him impress Chrissy Cunningham. The only down side… you are hopelessly in love with Eddie Munson. Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader (platonic), mentions of Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham Word Count: 1,270 Warnings: slow burn, friends to lovers, swearing, mentions of unrequited feelings, angst, A/N: If you asked to be tagged, I tried to tag y'all, those highlighted in blue I could not tag you.

I do NOT consent to my work being translated or published onto third party sites - including AO3 and Wattpad.

Part One -- Part Two

The ride to the supermarket was exactly how you wanted to be spending your Friday night. NOT!

It was agonizing. The entire drive to the store Eddie had asked you non-stop questions about what girls liked and how he could best impress Chrissy. It was starting to wear on your patience. Because you weren’t all knowing. Especially on people and topics that were on completely opposite sides of the social scale than you were. You wanted to yell at Eddie, tell him that you didn’t know what fucking flowers Chrissy would like the best or what diner would serve the best fries to share. You wanted to scream because he was doing all of this to impress another girl when the one right in front of him was crumbling away every time he mentioned Chrissy or how amazing she was.

However, the only thing more agonizing than the car ride to the store was the time spent inside the store.

“I just don’t know if she’d like the pinks and the reds or the purples and the blues.” Eddie noted, biting at his thumb nail in quiet contemplation.

You however, were close to banging your head on the corner of the display. Hoping and praying that it could get you out of this situation.

But you are playing the part of the best friend, so you knew you needed to help him with his decision. So you looked between the two bouquets that Eddie had pointed out and closed your eyes.

You pictured Eddie, dressed in his best black jeans and flannel walking up to a closed front door. His hair would be pulled back into a low ponytail, showcasing his bright brown eyes and wide smile. The porch light would reflect off of the rings on his fingers, which would be wrapped around the stems of the bouquet. He would reach up to ring the doorbell and he wouldn’t have to wait long for the person on the other side of the door to answer. Within thirty seconds the door would be flinging open to reveal Eddie to…. Chrissy. A bouquet of big pink and white roses clutched tightly in his hand.

When you opened your own eyes they stung with tears. But you were the only one to notice. Eddie still had his back turned to you, examining the petals of a bright pink rose. You cleared your throat softly, hoping to disguise the fact that you were so close to tears.

“I think the pink ones will be nice,” You spoke, causing Eddie to whip his head around. A large smile slipping across his face.

“Hell yeah,” he exclaimed, carefully grabbing the flowers off of the wall and quickly heading to the register.

Back at the trailer you were quiet. Uncharacteristically so. And Eddie was beginning to notice.

“So we’ve got a plan for the date, we’ve got flowers, now,” Eddie turned to face you as you laid across his mattress with your gaze glued to the ceiling. “You’ve just got to help me pick what I want to wear.”

That was the straw that broke the proverbial camel's back.

You could handle a lot of things. You have handled a lot of things. But this, this was too much. After everything else that he had asked of you this is was pushed you over the edge.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You said, trying to limit the emotion that was present in your voice. As much as you may want to, hurting Eddie was not something you wanted to do.

You just wanted to stop hurting.

Eddie looked at you as if you had grown a second head. His eyebrows had shot up into his hairline, his brown eyes wide and full of confusion and the slightest bit of hurt.

Upon hearing the words that fell out of your mouth Eddie’s own heart constricted. Why were you against helping him now? After everything else that had happened, why decide that now?

“Why not?” he asked simply, too many words and emotions swirling around in his head to allow for much else.

You chewed at your lip, trying to find the best thing to say without revealing too much or hurting his feelings. But when nothing came to mind you decided to lie.

“I’m just tired,” you forced a yawn, “it’s been a long day.”

Eddie squinted his eyes at you. He knew you were lying, he always knew when you were lying. That was one of the perks of being your best friend.

“Come on Y/N, you’re a terrible liar. What’s going on?”

You sat yourself up on Eddie’s bed, watching as he came to a stop in front of his closet. His hands running through his hair as you just gaped at him.

“I don’t know.” You exclaimed, challenging him to push you.

And Eddie would push you. You always did. He pushed you to be the best person he knew, he pushed you to do your best in school, and he pushed you buttons until you were fuming.

Eddie cut you a glare, not having to say anything to make you clench your teeth. As he went to open his mouth again you interrupted.

“Fucking hell Eddie!” you jumped up from his bed and stepped closer to him. Nearly stepping toe-to-toe with the metalhead. “I’m tired of helping you when I…:

Eddie didn’t give you a chance to finish your own sentence. Deciding that point in the sentence was the perfect time to begin shouting himself.

“You’re tired of helping me?” he repeated, the volume of his voice seemingly shaking the trailer walls.

“Well fine Y/N, I don’t need your fucking help then. I just figured you’d be as fucking estatic as I am because you’re my best friend. You should want to see me happy. And that’s why I wanted your help, you know me better than I know myself. But if you want to leave then go. I can handle myself and my relationship.”

You stood in front of Eddie, your mouth hanging open with unfinished words dying on your tongue. But as you let the words Eddie spoke wash over you and your heart, you let your mouth snap shut along with the walls around your heart.

If he wanted you to leave, if he wasn’t going to give you the opportunity to finish talking to him; then so be it. You would leave. But first you were going to make him listen.

You took one small step towards Eddie. The toe of your converse meeting the toe of his Reeboks. You looked up slightly to meet his eyes, willing with everything inside of you that he could see the anger and the fire swirling behind your own e/c eyes.

“I’m tired of helping you Munson not because I’m a shitty friend. But because I’m fucking in love with you and can’t fucking stand to watch you do all of this shit with her when I want you to be doing it for me.”

As the words left your mouth you turned away from Eddie. You didn’t see the realization flash across his face or the guilt flood his brown eyes. Rather you heard the silence from the man behind you and that was enough to have you moving your feet towards his front door.

Eddie made no move to stop you from leaving his room. He was too stunned. The words that you had spoken rocked him to the core. And not even the slamming of his front door brought him out of his daze.

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corviisquire · 2 months

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Creatures have colors!!

Left to Right: @moonchild-in-blue @leonsleftbicep @ghxstly-death

@pear-island

Left to Right: @a-s-levynn @foundationsofdecay @polteergeistt

They have been colored along with making some minor adjustments. If anyone wants anything changed please let me know! These creatures are yours so name them whatever you want, develop lore if ya want, and do whatever you want with them. Possible next batch will probably be made later next week.

Art notes under cut :D

I put some music drops because music inspires me too much.

Moonchild-in-blue: The blues and purples!! Opals and the insides of muscle shells inspired me a lot with the coloring (particularly the stars and moon). There’s another shell that has that shiny blue and green lining on the inside but I can’t remember the name of it. It was a full moon last night but I forgot to take a picture! Thought of you but anyways I loved coloring the lady. It was fun but I first I struggled on deciding if I wanted more blue or purple.

Some songs I listened to a lot while coloring this:

Sweet Disposition - Temper Trap

Moon Child - F16s

The Night Does Not Belong to God - you know who

Leonsleftbicep: Colors go crazy! Idk what your favorite colors are but I chose The Blue. I also incorporated some red (for yummy contrast and complementary colors). I realized this looked very vampire media core. EyAH enjoy the critter!

Some songs I listened to while coloring this:

Blue Monday - Orgy

Military Fashion Show - And One

The Apparition - do I really need to say who?

Ghxstly-death: Per your request, red and black was incorporated! Was inspired by Mohg, Lord of Blood, from Elden ring cause he has cool robes and a trident thingy. I really like how it turned out. Like I’ve been doing with every design is adding the bling and I felt gold would work well.

Was resisting the urge to put the entire One EP right here:

Get The Balance Right! - Depeche Mode

Mascara - Deftones

Jaws - Slep tonka

SEVEN HOUR SHITTER (pearisland/perryisle): You use bright colors in your art all the time so we got the colors goingggg. Little guy reminds me of Pumpkin Patch protagonist or Hollow Knight. Idk. Not much to say except TRIPLE DEATH SLIME BARRAGE!!!

No normal music for you. only Kevin Macleod and Pizza Tower ST.

A-s-levynn: More Dark Sun Gwyndolin inspiration… (you can tell I have my dark souls art books open next to me right now). As requested, tendrils/tentacles were added! I think it improved the design a whole lot because it was originally very symmetrical and the tentacles added just the right amount of asymmetry to balance out the overall look. I’m a huge fromsoft fan (playing Elden Ring, waiting for new DLC, have dark souls 1 remastered but haven’t started it yet, have bloodborne Elden ring and DS1/3 art books) so lots of my art has elements from Fromsoft games (neutron activation).

And just like everyone else, some music for the soul:

Too Late - 311

Scared Together - Silversun Pickups

Dark Signs - eepy coin

Foundationsofdecay: Again, taking more inspiration from your blog, colors and stuff. The design had subconscious influence from the game sky: children of the light. Had lotsa fun coloring it. I don’t know much about you like favorite colors or flowers but I tried my best!

Songs that inspired me:

Let It Happen - Tame Impala

Flux - Bloc Party

Rain - tired currency

Polteergeistt: The oarfish colors… A lot Of these characters have cool blues so I tried to use some teal blues to contrast the red/pink(?). “Nintendo switch core” I’m sobbing. I fixed the feet. Now my Pinterest is filled to the brim with fish images (specifically oarfish, sea jellies, and blue lobsters).

The music!!!!!:

UNDERWATER BOI - Turnstile

The Illness (Teenagers Remix) - GoodBooks

Descending - exhausted dollar

Thank you so much. All of you are such lovely people. 🫂💕🫶

#art #my art #digital art #art gift #gift art #gift #creature #oc art #OC

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tangytiramisu · 21 days

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La Squadra’s Favorite Makeup Looks On You

This is just a fun idea that came to me! (Please excuse my poorly drawn bases 😖)

CW: None

Risotto Nero

He doesn’t know much about makeup so he doesn’t have strong opinions.

He wants you to be happy so he’s perfectly fine with what you choose.

Though if he had to choose a favorite it would be something soft and natural that accentuates your features, especially your eyes. Brown eyeshadow, subtle liner, and eyebrow pencil are his favorite choices.

Prosciutto

Out of all of the members he is one of the most knowledgeable about fashion. He will gladly help you pick out an outfit if you are unsure of what to wear for an occasion.

He prefers looks that are elegant and classy.

He likes deeper more neutral colors for makeup because they look more mature.

Thus, the smokey eye with red lipstick is perfect in his opinion. It is a timeless classic that looks good with everything. Accompany it with lash extensions and contouring and you’re all set!

Pesci

Like Risotto, he doesn’t know a lot about cosmetics but is aware that makeup is an art form.

He always looks forward to seeing the different stylistic choices you make everyday. He loves it when you express yourself!

While he loves every thing you wear, he has a soft spot for simple and cute pastel shades. He thinks they compliment your skin wonderfully!

He prefers a more subtle look, so contouring isn’t all that necessary in his eyes.

Sparkles will make the look infinitely better!

Melone

We all know how eccentric he is, so he would love something unusual and eye catching!

Unsurprisingly, he has quite a bit of knowledge regarding cosmetics, despite not wearing them himself.

He definitely has tried some before though and knows how they work, so he loves doing your makeup!

Almost always goes for purples, blues, and pinks, and prefers unconventional mascara colors. He finds colorful lipstick extremely sexy as well. Don’t forget lots of glitter!

Ghiaccio

He knows nothing about makeup. He doesn’t understand why people make a huge fuss about it either. It’s pretty much just face paint!

Needless to say, he won’t shame you for wearing it or anything, but he likes you more in your natural state.

If he had to choose a look he liked, he would go for something like Risotto’s, but even simpler.

Very faint beige eye shadow, blush, light lipgloss, and some eyeliner. He would only like eyebrow pencil of your brows are light. His favorite is the mascara though, but he’d never admit it.

Formaggio

Bro doesn’t know how to put makeup on but has seen plenty of women wear it.

Before getting with you, he often hung out in bars and clubs and took several women home. Since then, he has fallen in love with flashy party makeup. He also just likes colorful things.

While he’s fine with any colors you choose, his favorite eyeshadow is blue— it’s got that somewhat tacky but classic party girl vibe.

He loves that with eyelash extensions and bright red lipstick. Party on!

Illuso

He will never admit it, but he thinks makeup is interesting. Hell, he’s even dabbled in it a few times and wasn’t all that bad at it.

Knowing how extravagant he is, he loves something glamorous. Nothing too flashy like Formaggio’s choice, but it should still be eye catching.

Deep sparkly purples do the trick for him. Bold eyebrows are a must. That, with long eyelash extensions and contouring has him swooning. Don’t forget deep kissable lipstick!

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thejessc0de · 7 months

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Do you have any tips for someone who is trying a more realistic aproach for their art style? your painting and lighting are so good that I had to ask 🤠

Thank you!

So this question is actually pretty hard to answer, mostly because I still consider myself a beginner/hobbyist, and I'm pretty sure a lot of my technique comes from the ~5 years of classical art training I received in middle school and high school, and that's so fuzzy I can't tell what's intuition or muscle memory! I can go over some of my workflow/thoughts though and hopefully some of it is useful!

The first thing is that for realism, You. Need. References. It is impossible to replicate the level of detail in a realistic painting without a reference. I usually pick a reference, try to draw that reference exactly, and once I have the proportions correct, I'll change it to match the character/scene I'm drawing (move an arm, tilt the head, add a hand, make the eyes bigger, add anime hair etc. haha). Over time you'll get more comfortable moving away from a specific reference and piecing together a bunch of references into something more unique.

Here is an example of a recent post that was fairly simple. I take the reference image (link to reference here) and try to match it, and then I change it to match the character details, in this case, Kashimo.

As for the lighting, when I first started, my colors were a mess! I already know basic color theory which helps, but it didn't help enough haha. What I think helped me learn the quickest was color picking - in krita you can select a color directly from an imported reference figure. So I'd find a reference that I really liked the lighting on, and color picked from it while paying attention to the actual color I was grabbing (how warm it was, gray it was, what the typical skin tones were, etc).

Later on as I started to learn what types of color palettes I really liked working with, I'd open the reference photo in Krita and tweak the image's contrast and sometimes completely change the lighting and colors. However, at some point I started using it as a crutch and my skills stagnated, so you need to be careful! However, now I've progressed to the point of doing a painting in black and white and adding the colors later (with no color picking!), sometimes even without a reference for the color. This was a slow and painful process, so don't expect things to make sense overnight!

Also, don't forget that you don't have to make the colors perfect in one shot. Usually I'll color things using a color layer with minimal detail and basic color tone (Itadori's hair is soft pink, his hoodie is bright red, etc), and then create shadows and lighting with multiply and overlay layers (blues and purples for night, etc.). Eventually I'll build up the color and merge all the layers together, and then add details in full color. I can color pick from other parts of the painting to maintain consistency. Then to finish things off, I almost always tweak the colors and contrast using filter layers.

Here is an example from that same Kashimo painting, going from black and white to full colors using color, multiply, and overlay layers, and then ending with full color details.

As a side note, starting out in black and white can make things so much easier. When you're only worried about values, you can really focus on shadow depth and the shapes of things. It's so much easier to explore rendering when you're not trying to do color on top of everything! Don't try to do everything at once.

The rendering style I use is based heavily on trying to replicate the feeling of actual oil painting. I use the (free!) art program Krita, and my favorite, most used brush is from a free pack I downloaded from deviant art (here). I use the brush called R T Masked4 (shown below) for basically 90% of any painting I do. I use about 4 brushes total on a typical painting (R T Masked4, that same brush but tweaked to be narrower for hair details, a smudge brush that I discovered maybe 10 days ago that I'm now obsessed with, and sometimes a scratchy brush for additional texture).

One last thing - don't be afraid to use tracing! Block in a reference photo to get the head and shoulders in the right place!! Trace a few hands to see how it feels!!! Obviously don't trace somebody's art and present it as your own, and it should only be rough approximations of shapes so you learn how to break down the body into parts. Otherwise, it won't be helpful at all. I only use photographs for tracing, including pictures I've taken of myself. One of the more helpful things I'll do is free hand my drawing and try to make it match the reference as closely as possible. Then, on a separate layer, I'll trace the reference photo (again, no details, just general positioning/shapes), and compare it to my original drawing. I can immediately see the issues, and I'll use the liquify tool to get things in the right place. I've learned that my horizontal spacing is usually pretty good, but I struggle with vertical spacing, especially on faces. So now I triple check my work for those specific things!

This kinda turned into a book, I'm sorry! I hope some of this is helpful and doesn't sound like the 10:30pm ramblings of someone who didn't get enough sleep haha.

#tumblr asks #art process #realism sorta #digital art #krita #drawn with krita

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the concept of george being a dad and having a little girl is so cute to me😭 any of them being dads is so cute but george being so tall and like manly just to be playing with this tiny girl and treating her like a princess is the cutest thing ever

george and his baby girl are gathering supplies for a play date. it’s been a while since you’ve had a pamper day just to yourself, so at his insistence, you booked yourself a nail appointment. and that’s how george—hulking, giant george—has come to be in his five-year-old’s sparkly blue chair, “getting his hair done”.

“stop moving, dad!” she scolds him when he shuffles in the chair. it’s small; a kiddie chair, and he highly doubts it’s going to hold up his weight for much longer. besides his ass is sore from sitting in it for the last thirty minutes.

“sorry, darling,” he apologises obediently and goes back to letting her brush his hair.

“this is boorringggg! you don’t even have any hair,” she groans and throws the brush on the bed.

he should be offended by this, he absolutely should be. instead, he finds himself holding back laughter. “hey! that’s mean” he chides playfully but she ignores it entirely.

“where’s mum?”

“she’s gone to get her nails done, baby. she won’t be back for another hour,” he explains and watches a look of curiosity cross his daughter’s face.

“nails? i want nails!” she claps her hands in excitement.

now what she means is that she wants him to paint her nails like you do. pretty pinks and reds and blues and whatever other colours she wants. but george has only watched this at home nail salon. the nail varnish is a new obsession for his daughter and this is the first time she’s come to him with it. oh, what the hell…

“go on then,” he nudges her, “get me the colours.”

as fast as her tiny legs can, she runs to her dresser—rattling the drawers and practically hunting for nail varnish bottles—and within minutes she’s back. bright yellow in one hand and sparkly purple in the other.

“both!” she yells excitedly and then shoves the bottles into his hands before plopping down in front of him, criss-cross applesauce.

george knows his baby girl is tiny and yet he wants to coo and gush over how small her hands are, her nails smaller still. his hands engulf them entirely and a paternal feeling of protectiveness washes over him. she’s not allowed to grow up. she’s not. he swears it was only yesterday when he heard her crying for the first time; her little pink face all scrunched up and still covered in bodily fluids. blink and five years have gone by.

“okay tell me what you want,” he asks. it’s simple–yellow and purple on alternating fingers. so george gets to work.

he’s careful and patient, focused entirely on the task at hand. he blows air on her nails occasionally to help them dry faster because he knows his baby is going to get impatient. she has never sat still a day in her life.

she oohs and aahs occasionally as the purple sparkles catch light. he has to admit; he’s really fucking good at this! but of course, she’s not sated just yet.

“can i do your nails too, daddy? please?”

there’s no way he was going to say no but the fact that she called him daddy means she really really wants it. and so he just hands her back both the bottles and holds his hands out in front of her.

“purple on the right and yellow on the left please” and she nods.

her little tongue pokes out in concentration; brows furrowed, face contorted in a frown while she paints his nails. half the varnish ends up on his skin, the other half is streaky and uneven but by the time she’s done, she looks extremely proud of her handiwork.

and how can george be anything but happy with it now that he and his baby have matching nails!

#asks #blurb asks #the 1975 #george daniel #george daniel x you #george daniel x reader #george x you #george x reader #dad!george

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teabunnee · 2 months

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Submas reaction to a very romantic S/O

From the look of things, I didn’t have any saved version of this one, which is sad. I had to rewrite stuff from memory. Original requester! If you have it saved somewhere, let me know!

Ingo

Oh he is swooning, he is swooning like a Victorian woman in a Jane Austen novel. Only on the inside though. Outside He’s blushing a storm. He murmurs a thanks, stunned almost speechless. Whatever you bring him, if the thought is there, his heart flutters. He deserves to swoon, as a treat. He always thought he would be the giver of the relationship, be the gentleman. This was…unexpected! He’s the sort to at least try and reciprocate in some way. The gifts will be small and thoughtful.

It’s a sign that you were thinking of him, after all.

Flowers

The bushels of flowers are pressed to his chest as he lowers his hat over his face. His bright red, blushy face.

He finds a space either at home or in his office. He changes the water regularly and keeps at least one bloom pressed. It always makes him think of you.

He’s a rose lover (cliched I know), but he has a fondness for purple and blue flowers, it reminds him of his ace.

If you tell him the meaning of the flowers he’s practically swaying, he’s a sucker for thoughtful gifts.

He smiles every time he sees the bouquet, it’s a little unnerving for his employees actually. Until they ask and he babbles about his s/o for a good ten minutes, then it gets disgustingly sweet.

You might get a small, tasteful bouquet later, filled with your favourite flowers in an elegant style, and tied with a pretty red or purple ribbon.

Romantic Dinner

Ingo is usually quite tired after a day at the subway, he loves his job, sure! He just works hard and sometimes overdoes it.

He is surprised to see the house lights are off, and has to check his watch again to make sure he hadn’t worked overtime again.

The man is gobsmacked when he opens the door to find you, the scent of roses in the air, rose petals on the ground, you, surrounded by candlelight. A full meal on the dining table?! Chandelure pops out of her poke ball and hums in approval, then with a coax from you, hovers over the table and sings. Ingo stares in surprise at the display. When did you have time to teach her this?!

Ingo is a sucker for the domestic and the romantic, and this hits him directly in the heart.

He will eat anything you made him, this man, even if it tastes disgusting and he is visibly grimacing. You cannot stop him.

This man will sing your praises for the rest of the night. He plans on making dinner for you next time, or even taking you out for his favourite restaurant.

Emmet

This is definitely a new feeling for him. Emmet doesn’t quite know what to do with himself at first, to be honest. He wants to stim, to jump and hug and kiss you, but for some reason he’s frozen in place. His eyes go wide, and his smile trembles visibly. He’s always been the active one, so someone else taking the initiative is very new to him. Once he’s more adjusted to it, this is going to become a competition. A sickeningly sweet one.

Flowers

As you give him the bouquet of flowers. He stares at you long enough to make you think you either offended him or broke him.

Then he scoops you up and gives you a beeg hug, enough to pop your back. The flowers might get crushed. He giggles and plants a big kiss on your face.

He feels like a schoolboy as you explain why you brought him those flowers.

Emmet has never gotten the point of flowers before, but even he is touched by your gesture. He does his best to keep the blooms fresh, and presses all of them once he figures out how to preserve them.

He finds baby breaths cute, and daisies. He also likes dandelions and chrysthanthemums (because they look like joltiks). He teases you if they are roses, as if he isn’t blushing a storm.

Every time he sees the bouquet, his smile gets bigger, which is a little freaky for people out of context.

You are getting a big bouquet at some point, fun, pretty flowers with a big white and green bow.

Romantic Dinner

Emmet is also quite tired after his job, customer service is harrrrd. He just wants to cuddle with you, take care of his pokemon, and sleep until morning.

He tilts his head as he sees the lights are off. Perhaps you went to bed early? Understandable.

As he opens the door, he’s surprised to see red spots on the ground…rose petals? A joltik pops up from a small pile of them in the corner.

Then he looks up at sees you! With dinner ready! Candlelight all around. oh. Oh! Oh darrrling! He hides his face in his hands, all of his exhaustion is suddenly gone.

Emmet swoops in and kisses you. This is amazing! His heart feels so warm.

As you tuck in to eat, you notice him saving parts of his food. He wants to be able to eat this tomorrow too.

Next week, you might come in and see Joltiks wander around, lighting up the room like candles. A full feast of all of your favourite foods are on the table. Emmet in a full butler outfit, a bottle of wine in his hands. He smiles at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

#ingo x reader #submas x reader #tearequest #pokemon

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breannasfluff · 7 months

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Four Swords and a Corn Maze

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“Let’s pair up to go through the corn maze!” Purple grabs Green’s arm. “I call Green!” The four Ravio colors and the four Four colors decided to spend an afternoon together. And that meant it was time for a corn maze.

“Why do you get to do pairs?” Gold whines.

“No, I agree!” Green waves his other colors over. “If we do it in pairs we can race! We’ve got enough time-keeping pieces to track it, right?”

Violet pulls out not one, but three stopwatches and passes them out. “I’m always prepared.”

Pink sidles a little closer to Gleam.

“Ah, no, Pink, you can’t pair up with him. Why don’t you and Red go through together?”

“But…” He throws a longing look at Gleam. “At least when we are together I don’t have to worry about him!”

“Nonsense. Gleam can pair with Shadow, right?” Green nods like it’s all settled.

Shadow, who wasn’t visible, pops up. “Hey, no! I don’t want to go with him! He reeks of light!”

“Don’t be rude. I’m sure you two have something in common.”

The answering grumble doesn’t sound like anything pleasant.

Purple takes over. “Cyan, you and Violet would be a nice pair. And that just leaves Gold and Blue!”

The two colors share a look that says they like being paired just as much as Shadow does with Gleam.

Pink watches as they duke out the specifics, moving to stand next to Red instead. The color is nice! Sure, they haven’t talked much, but that’s what this whole excursion is about. Learning more about each other.

Red gives him a bright smile. “Hi, Pink! I’m a bit of a scaredy cat, but if we work together, I’m sure we will do great!”

The enthusiasm is infectious. “Oh, I’m not very brave either. Or good at choosing a path. But I like solving things together!”

“See? We got this.”

Gold slides over and nudges Pink, ignoring Blue. “Hey, want to go for the upgraded maze?”

“What’s the upgraded maze?”

“Well, for only 5 rupees you’ll get a surprise!”

Red leans in, eyes sparkling. “Is it a good surprise?”

“The best kind of surprise!”

The color is already digging in his pouch and handing over rupees before Pink can stop him. He settles for a glare at Gold. Unfortunately, it immediately turns into a quick hug because he loves his color brother.

Gold’s smile is all teeth. “Keep an eye out! You never know when the surprise will come!”

“Okay! Everyone in your groups? Come line up! We’ll wait a little between each group to space it out. Make sure you start your timers!” Green and Purple motion for the others to line up behind them. Pink and Red end up in the middle.

“We’re starting! See you at the end of the maze!” With a click of the timer, Purple and Green run into the maze.

“How long are we supposed to wait in between people?” Pink asks.

It’s Violet who speaks up. “I think three minutes is long enough. They are running, after all. It’s a big maze.”

Cyan doesn’t say anything, but when Violet gestures, he enters the maze. He also walks directly into the corn.

“No! Cyan, you have to stick to the path!”

“But this way is faster.”

“Then it’s not a maze! Come on, you can pick the next direction.” Violet snakes an arm through Cyan’s and pulls him deeper into the maze.

Red turns to Pink. “Are you worried?”

“About the corn maze? I mean, it shouldn’t be too bad, right?”

“Well…it is getting dark.”

It’s true. It’s early enough that it’s not dusk, but with the height of the corn cutting off the sun, it will seem darker. Pink grimaces and turns to look for Gleam. Actually…where is Gleam? Or Shadow, for that matter? The two aren’t here anymore.

Then Gold is shoving them forward. “It’s your turn. Start the watch! And keep an eye out for your surprise!”

“Oh, this is exciting! Let’s go!” Red grabs Pink’s hand and pulls him into the maze. The last thing Pink sees is Gold turning to Blue with a look he knows all too well. Mischief. Well, Gold probably won’t cheat his way through the maze. They’ll just need to stick to the paths.

“Which way do you want to go first?” Red pauses at a cross-section. Pink looks both ways, then points. They head deeper into the maze.

Pink’s hope of beating the other color’s times is rapidly crushed. The corn maze must be augmented with magic because there’s no way they went through the same corner three times. Hopelessly lost, they continue to wander.

“Hey…do you see that?” Red grabs Pink’s arm and points. There’s a shape through the haze of corn, one path over.

“Is that a scarecrow?”

“it must be.”

“Think there’s a clue?”

“Well, we haven’t seen anything else and it looks like the path forks up here so…

Red doesn’t let go of Pink’s arm and he’s silently grateful. The growing shadows make him wary. They turn down the path and approach the scarecrow from behind. Silhouetted against the light, it’s hard to make out the details. There doesn’t seem to be a lot of straw—

The scarecrow’s head turns.

Pink screams and Red clutches his arm. They scramble back the way they came, tripping over the packed dirt.

“It’s alive!”

“Scarecrows can’t be alive!”

“Then it’s a monster!”

Whatever it is, the two put it far behind them.

Pink checks around each corner, Red clinging to his hand. “Why do I have to look? This is scary.”

“But I’m too scared to peek!”

“I don’t like this maze…” Pink pulls Red along with him. Is the color even looking where he’s going? The sun is truly setting and the corn throws long shadows over the path. What happens if they get stuck here all night? What if it’s a trap and it’s enchanted?

What if they never get out?

A faint noise has Pink pausing. “Do you hear that?”

It almost sounds like…the smacking of lips.

“Do you think it’s the others at the exit?”

Pink doesn’t answer, just shuffles a little further along the path. There’s nothing there. Heaving a sigh of relief, he and Red continue. Partway down, though, Red freezes.

“Pink,” he hisses. “There’s something in the corn.”

Pink doesn’t look. “No, there’s not, it’s your imagination. Let’s keep going.”

“No, I’m serious! There’s something right off the path to your left. It’s…eating.”

Cautiously, the color turns to look from the corner of his eye.

Something crouches in the corn. The head turns and it keeps turning, unnatural. Eyes flash, reflecting light, even though there’s nothing there. Behind the creature, shadows dance over the corn in macabre shapes.

There’s a faint hiss from the creature. Its teeth are bared and something long and stringy hangs from its mouth. Whatever it’s chewing on in its hand—well, it’s dead.

Pink whimpers and clutches Red’s hand. He’s frozen in fear. The creature saw them. If they run, will it be enough? Red’s hand tightens.

The creature moves, jerking toward them. One arm reaches out.

Pink and Red bolt, screaming for their lives. The turns and shifts of the maze blur as they stumble and flail. Each dead end sends the shrieking higher. Pink’s heart is going to beat out of his chest. Why did he agree to this? This is awful!

Strange monsters in the corn aren’t bad enough, because when they come around a turn, something charges them with a shout and a sword. Red nearly knocks Pink over, trying to get away and they flee back the way they came. This maze is dangerous—what about the other colors? What if they are hurt? What if they got killed?

What if Pink is alone in the world, never able to become Ravio again?

Finally, they huddle on the path. Red is sobbing and Pink wails, unable to wipe away tears because he’d have to let go of Red’s hand.

“I wanna go home!”

“Me too!”

Something blocks the light and they flinch, looking up.

Purple and Green stand watching them, hands on their hips. “What are you doing?” Green asks.

Red abandons Pink to throw himself at Green. “There’s a monster in the corn! I thought we were going to die!”

Purple looks at Pink, whose face crumbles. The color opens his arms, letting out a slight oof when Pink dives into them. “We’re trapped here!”

“You are literally feet from the exit!”

“We’re going to die—oh, really?” Pink sniffs and wipes his face with a sleeve. “Did we beat your time?”

“Not even close.” Purple keeps a tight hold on him as he leads him out the last few feet of the maze. “Everyone else is already there. Well, except for Gleam and Shadow.”

Gold smiles as they exit the maze. “So! Did you enjoy the surprise?”

“What…surprise,” Red hiccups.

“Blue chasing you with a sword.”

“That was you?”

Blue, faced with Red’s unexpected wrath, backs up slightly. “It was Gold’s idea?” he tries.

Red throws himself at the other color, words lost to rage.

“Oh!” Purple waves at the maze. “There’s Gleam and Shadow!”

Pink turns and, spotting Gleam, barrels into him. “Are you okay?” Then he pauses, looking up. “Gleam, what’s in your mouth?”

The color blinks and reaches up, then pulls some of it free. “Corn silk.”

“Why is there cornsilk in your mouth.”

A slow blink. “I was eating…corn? The silk is the best part.”

Pink takes a step back, fists clenching. “Were you doing that in the corn maze?”

“…yes? Why’d you two run away? I would have shared the corn.”

Ravio doesn’t need Gleam to survive, right? Pink can strangle him just a little…right?

“What about the scarecrow? Was that you too?”

Gleam shakes his head and jerks a thumb at Shadow. “His idea.”

A vein under Pink’s eye twitches. Four doesn’t need Shadow, right? A little double homicide might make him feel better.

“Well, Green and I win the race!” Purple is all smiles, ignoring the tension. “Wasn’t this a fun bonding activity?”

That’s it. He is filling Purple’s shoes with jelly tonight. And Gleam isn’t getting any cookies.

Even Pink has a limit.

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naomi-nana · 9 months

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summary || looking at the stars in the sky together with him is something you really want to do.

pairing || albedo x gn!reader

a/n || i was in an artblock and i was actually bawling my eyes out but then i remember i can write

warning || he called reader beautiful but that doesn't mean that reader is fem! other than that, none.

── 𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐎 🎨 STARRY SKY ༉‧₊˚✧ .

It's windy today, you are currently on your way to visit albedo in his lab. He told you that he will be waiting for you at his usual place.

Walking another couple of steps, you've finally arrive at his lab. Wearing the coat he bought you a week ago. You silently made your approach to him, wanting to surprise the man. But of course—albedo turned around and caught you in the act. Just like usual.

"Trying to surprise me again, are you?" You froze in your place and smiled sheepishly at him. "It's okay though. I don't mind."

You smiled at him and walks closer to him. "What are you working on?" You asked with a curious face. Albedo has always been experimenting with stuff, so you are curious to know what he is doing today.

"I'm..just trying to paint something." He answered. You hummed at his response and squint your eyes.

"Why is the canvas blank?"

"I don't really know what to draw currently. Is this what humans often say as an artblock?" You snort out a laugh at his question. Albedo really surprised you every single day huh.

"Where— where did you learn that word?" You asked, still trying to hold back a laugh.

"What? Is it a bad word?" You shook your head and laughed at his cluelessness. "No- no..no it's not. I don't know, it just sounds funny when you said it." Albedo only hummed at your response and goes back to his canvas. Both of you talked to each other for quite some time, obviously because he is working so hard that you barely see him at home. And both of you did not realize that it's late already.

"It's already so late. Are you sure you can go back alone?" Albedo asked with a slight frown on his face. You smiled warmly at him, even though he is not human, he still feel worried about you.

"Yes, i'm sure."

"How about you stay here for a while? The skies are gonna be full of stars tonight." Hearing his offer, it's hard to say no. He is frowning too, what kind of a cruel person are you to make him sad?

You ended up staying with him to watch the starry sky together. The sky is so bright you can't help but be amazed by it, the light blue color and purple blend together so beautifully. How many times has it been since the last time you've seen a sky so beautiful like this with him?

While you were focused with the stars, albedo is more focused on you. A part of him wants to study your emotions better, and a part of him just wants to..see you.

He wants to understand you better.

The way you smile, the way your eyes lit up each time a new star falls down, it makes him feel like he is falling all over again.

You look over to him and your face flushed slightly when noticing that he is been staring at you for a while. He must've think you're childish for getting so excited over a star. "Um, the sky is really pretty tonight! I really enjoyed watching the sky together..with—" albedo leans closer to your face and caressed your cheek.

"Hm..the night sky really is beautiful. But you are far more beautiful than it." He said with a slight smile. You don't know how to react and just, stayed there. Face bright red.

"I think i know what to draw now."

naomi-nana 2023. all likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated! <3

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peydawgz · 1 year

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Only in Your Dreams || Sigma x Reader || Soulmate AU

// TW: nightmares, sedation, gun threats

//I wrote this at 2am while I’m at work on my phone. Idk why I’m motivated but I am, and I usually write on my laptop so I’m sorry for any typos/autocorrect confusion and I’m also pretty sure this is hot garbage because I’m sleep deprived. Eat up, my wonderful readers !!

You were told when you were a teenager, that one day you will meet your soulmate in a dream. One day you are destined to meet in the real world, but predetermined factors allowed for you to communicate with the help of the universe.

At first, you feared you didn’t have a soulmate, as nothing surprising happened in your dreams, if you had them at all. “You’ll know when it happens. The universe likes to take its time…” your caregiver told you when you were 17, and some of your friends had already met their soulmates by this time!

You went on into adulthood, doing your own thing, working at your job and doing your usual routine. When you fell asleep on your couch, something in the stars was settled, and your soulmate must have been finally assigned, because you saw him.

You were wrapped in a tornado of some sorts, what looked like office supplies and science devices flew all around the room. In the eye of the storm, an adult man was in the bomb position, his hands over his ears and hunched over on his knees. The closer you crawled to him, the louder this disorienting music started to play. This must have been his nightmare. You try to call out to him, but nothing comes out. Stupid dreams, can’t even use your motor functions. Your heart was racing as your thoughts went back to the fact that you were seeing your actual soulmate for the first time. You place a hand on his back, and you can feel him shuddering- it was so real.

When he looks up to you, you see his eyes are like a husky’s; bright blue and sharp. His nose protrudes in the most handsome way, and his eyebrows are lifted, as if he can’t believe what he’s seeing. Your dream has stopped, and you woke up, dazed on your couch. You sat up quickly, trying hard to imagine his face in your head. You didn’t even know his name yet, but he was perfect.

You were eager to fall asleep again, to be able to intercept his dream and lay with him. You wanted it to be real, and to be able to speak to him. You almost couldn’t sleep from the excitement.

This time, the dream was more… painful. You were in the darkness, walking through a tunnel to a light, hanging from a cord that you could see just in front of you. You could hear someone’s voice, but it was not the man in your dreams. It was a woman. “Siebren… You’re going mad. I’m afraid you’re going to have to be sedated for you’re own good.” You we’re able to see him laid on a table in a straight jacket, and what looked like a muzzle over his face. He was squirming away from a needle that a red-haired woman held at his face. “Gravity is not yours to control anymore” she wickedly smirked, a substance oozing from the needle. You quickly ran into action, trying to save him from his nightmare. Siebren… was that his name? You were able to slap the needle from her hands, and she disappeared into a purple warp. Your breathing was heavy, going into protective mode for your soulmate. You looked down at his scared, confused face, and you tried to put the prices together of what the woman had said. You tried to unwrap him from his straight jacket but nothing you tried in the dream would work, so you fell to the side of the table, hugging him and trying to assure his nightmare would no longer bother him. He seemed more… comforted.

The dreams you had with Siebren were almost always nightmares. He was in a cell, in a hospital, in a whirlwind of gravity, loud classical music torturing his mind at all times. You were there for him, to chase away his fears and hold him. But then he started to intercept your dreams.

You were being chased by a giant dog, representing how you often procrastinate your real problems and run away from them, and you were being terrorized by the loud barks coming from behind you. Suddenly, you ran straight into Siebren, who was looking much different than your previous dreams. He wasn’t in such an upset state, nor was he wearing a muzzle or being bounded by something. He looked… powerful. You threw your arms around him, and that horrifying music actually started to sound calming for once. The giant dog was bounding towards you, and you clutched him. He began to rise from the ground, floating above you and rising the dog with him with his fingers, before throwing it far out into the outlands of your dream world.

The most recent dream almost felt… too real. You must be close to actually meeting your soulmate, you figured. You were sleeping in your bed, and then suddenly you found yourself laying in a beautiful sun, and sand beneath you. You basked, jumping into the blue ocean and splashing around with everything in your little imagination. This was more of a fantasy than a dream , and Siebren had suddenly rose from the water, joining you. He smiled to you, and embraced you before playfully rising his hand and manipulating the waves to splash you. You had a little sand fight, and played around on the graceful beach together, until you both laid onto the bed of sand and embraced each other. “I can’t wait to meet you” you heard his voice for the first time, and it shocked you. He had a cute accent, and also- you hadn’t been able to speak in your dreams up until now. “I hope we can be together soon, Siebren.” You said back to him. He blushed at the sound of his name coming through your lips. “I’m sorry… but I don’t know your name, my love.” He stroked your hair, looking deep into your eyes. “Y/N.” You whispered to him, and your dream began to fade away as you awoke from your slumber.

You went about the following days unable to sleep much, worrying about Siebren, and also feeling worthless at your job. You left late at night, and you had to walk home because the bus didn’t run late. It was cold outside, and you could hear rioting in the streets behind you. The war of humans and omnics was a horrible time to live in, considering the company you work for specialized in omnic parts and replacements. Through customer service you learned omnics are not as bad as the world makes them out to be, and stayed out of the bad parts of town due to the rioting.

However, nothing you could do could avoid this very scenario happening. The whole reason your dreams appeared to you, all fell down to this single point in time.

You were looking up at the sky, admiring the stars on your way home. The wind blew your hair around and made you shiver, holding your arms to your chest to create warmth. You were overworked, angry that you had stayed overtime to finish a project. You almost always finished your work on time, but something today was just creating a wall for you that you couldn’t overcome. You were hungry, and desperately trudged through the whipping winds around you, street lights flickering. You didn’t hear a single thing, before suddenly you tripped over something and onto your face. You heard a laugh from behind you, and then suddenly in front of you. You looked in the direction, but you saw nothing. You could hear a female voice, but you couldn’t spot where it was coming from. “Heard you were working for the exact corporation Im on a mission to hack~” she purred in your ear. “You must be valuable, I bet you know all the ins and outs.” She cooed, and you caught a glimpse of a purple blur in the corner of your eye. “Are we gonna play nice or are we gonna have to do it the hard way, chico?” You were watching her flicker around you, and suddenly you stuck your foot out and tripped her, giving her a taste of her own medicine. When she fell, she came out of her invisible-mode and you saw her angry face, and also the hun that was in her hand. “Oh you’re gonna get it now!” She started to run after you, but you already bolted off towards your home, trying to avoid her. You looked behind you, and you couldn’t see anything, so you either lost her or she was invisible again, but you just kept running. “I need some backup over here” you heard her voice from somewhere behind you. You turned a corner, and found yourself in a dead end alleyway, pressed against the wall, hoping she’d pass by you.

You heard a click, and suddenly she appeared in front of you. “Baby, you’re gonna be dead in 2 seconds if you don’t-“ she had the gun up to your head, and you were frozen, just staring foreword and trying not to cry out of fear for your life.

Another figure slowly floated into the alleyway, and he suddenly shoved her aside, “SOMBRA, NEIN!” His deep voice halted her, and she now sat up against the other side of the alley. It was dark, and you could really only see his silhouette, but this man felt so… familiar. His voice, his figure, you recognized him. A bursting feeling pounded in your chest, and you felt magnetized to the floating man. “Siebren?” You weeped, moving towards him. “I didn’t know it was you, Y/N Mijn liefje. I’m sorry, I would never let anybody hurt you. het spijt me.” He wrapped his arms around you, and it felt right. You truly did feel safe. Sombra looked between the two of you, a little weirded out, and then darted off in another direction.

“I’m here for you now. Thank you for being there for me, when I needed you. I have never been able to sleep with my nightmares, but you made them all go away.” He kissed your forehead, showing his appreciation. “…And you can call me Sigma, if you wish. I’m part of a team and everybody mostly calls me this.” He took your hand in his. “Okay, Sigma. Would you mind escorting me home?” You kissed the tip of his nose, your lips warming up his face. “Of course I will.” He took your arm in his and you let him stay over.

Sigma was very cuddly with you, and you assumed he was touch-starved from his time spent alone or in asylums. When you asked about the music, he seemed a little comforted to know that you could hear it too when you connected to his dreams. You kept him distracted from it when you were together, his happiness drowning it out. He likes to lift you with his gravity manipulation and dance with you.

Also he shows you his gravity balls :) and they’re pretty neat

#sigma #sigma overwatch #siebren de kuiper #sigma x reader #overwatch #overwatch imagines #sigma imagines #siebren de kuiper x reader

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