#i spent the longest time on deciding what style i should use

[turnipoddity]

phone calls at work

[e-vay]

I love your drawings, I'm your fan, I have a question: where do you get your ideas for the designs and clothes of your characters like Aurora and her family?❤️

Thank you so much! I’m so happy you like my stuff 🥰

The overall designs for my characters, I just experiment. Normally when I’m coming up with a character I have like… a vague idea in my mind of what they should look like, but then I’ll experiment with hairstyles, colors, etc. Actually, deciding on color takes me the longest! I have so many versions of my characters using different palettes before I finalize it haha

As far as clothing, I try to pick things based on their personality. Aurora is very eclectic so she wears a lot of layers and bright colors. Aurora’s way of thinking is “I love these (however many) items of clothing, so I’m going to wear them all at the same time instead of having to pick just one thing.” She’s also spent a lot of her life sheltered, but there’s a flirty, adventurous side to her so I’ll try to symbolize that with her clothes: she’s mostly covered up but she’ll have a cleavage cutout in her top and/or thigh high stockings paired with shorts to show she’s embracing her body.

I spend a lot of time on Pinterest looking up different fashion and clothing styles in case I ever need ideas for the future.

Thanks for asking!

[multimuseticles]

You know... I've been drawing ever since I was like 5 years old. It's something I've spent pretty much my entire life doing. The longest I'd ever really go without drawing is like a couple of months maybe, and lately I've been drawing on an almost near daily basis. But if I'm being honest, I'm fairly close to actually quitting.

I still love to draw and I don't really want to stop, but it's getting to a point where AI slop is just entirely taking over the internet. Finding even reference images these days is so difficult because google is filled with AI crap and a lot of actual art sites allow AI art(looking at you Pixiv and DeviantArt).

I used to get a couple of commissions a month just a few years ago. Then covid hit and I got a little less work because people didn't exactly have the same amount of money to spend, which makes perfect sense. But getting closer to the end of covid when people could actually go back to work etc, AI decided to creep its head up and now I'm lucky to get one commission every few months. Originally, AI art was laughable and it was only able to make really stupid shit that was basically illegible. Like that Dall-e thing.

Putting the rest under a read more because it's somewhat long.

But nowadays, a lot of people prefer to use AI than give actual artists attention. Especially now that a lot of big companies are pushing their own AI crap(looking at you Adobe and Meta). Instagram used to be a great place for artists, now its filled with AI crap that Instagram seems to fucking love and is basically training their AI on your own posts. They say you can opt out, but if you live in the USA? You seemingly can't. In the EU you can because of laws, so I was able to opt out. However. I don't trust Meta not to train off my shit anyway.

Then you've got Adobe, which y'know, was a thing for artists to create stuff, be that through Photoshop, Illustrator or even their video editors. But now they're just pushing their lame AI crap to do everything for you, and still charge a ridiculous amount for their service.

Now I'm not just complaining because I'm getting less work. It's just depressing that creativity is dying. Generative AI is being used in video games, movies, tv shows, music, youtube videos, voiceovers and pretty much EVERYTHING else. It's impossible to avoid these days. Sites that allow AI but ask you to tag it so people can hide it doesn't work either, because people just don't tag that shit.

Due to all this AI crap, artists are being accused of using AI to create their art, regardless of if they show proof or not. It hasn't happened to me yet, but I feel it's inevitable simply because I absolutely suck at drawing hands and I can just barely get the hang of them most of the time. A ton of actual artists have been essentially bullied to the point where they don't post their art online anymore, or are forced to change their art style.

It's so much harder for artists to get their work out there anymore because AI is taking over all of these sites so the majority of the stuff you see is generated bullshit. It has led to people being like "Why would I pay someone to do this when I can just write a prompt and get what I want in seconds?" and no matter what you say to people with this line of thought, they just do not give a single shit.

I'm fine with AI to an extent. I think it's fine to just use it for dumb shit between friends, or helping to get a design idea for an OC or something. But the moment you start making money from AI or posting it online and claiming it as your own(and saying that people should credit you if you used it???) is the moment I think it's not okay. Have you seen Facebook or Twitter lately? Filled with really messed up AI images and AI responses. Facebook is rampant with weird and disturbing looking AI generated images and Twitter is 90% bots these days.

This whole post was spurred on by a conversation I saw between two of my friends. One of my friends wanted to get into graphic design, and being the artist of the group and having experience in graphic design, he came to me for advice. He got some very basic stuff done and he was really proud of it. He was showing some of the stuff he made to our other friend who simply responded with an AI generation of the same thing saying "Just use AI man, it's quicker and looks better." It was super depressing to see, especially since I've had conversations about how much I hate generative AI with these same friends.

So at this point I'm on the edge of just stopping. I probably won't, but I'm starting to lose motivation because I feel like there is no safe place to upload my art anymore. Will I stop? Probably not, but the temptation is there. I dunno, fuck generative AI man.

Sorry for the long ass rant, but I'm just getting so fed up with this crap.

[lohstandfound]

royal pains week royal pains week royal pains week royal pains week

Day 1: Party

Jake & Chloe: Party Planner Extraordinaires

In which Jake and Chloe set up for a party at Jake's house, a time when things were good (even if it was just for a short moment).

“Jake! Your playlist sucks, I’m changing it!”

Jake rolled his eyes, dragging a table into place. He stood up and looked over his shoulder to see Chloe leaning against the wall with his phone.

Jake: “It’s, like, the exact same playlist from last time. The one you already changed.”

Chloe: “And I’m changing it again because there are better songs.”

Jake: “Whatever you say, babe.”

It led to an odd soundtrack when Chloe meddled with his party playlists, but nobody seemed to care. Chloe was in the firm belief that someone needed to show Jake what good music was, and she was going to be that person.

Despite the fact very few songs seemed to migrate to his own playlists.

Jake let Chloe meddle with the music and set up the speakers while he began to arrange the food and drinks on the table.

What kind of hosts would they be if the food and beverages weren’t appropriately displayed?

Perhaps they had spent too much time at their parents’ stuffy gatherings. Fancy top-shelf bottles of wine or scotch or champagne or whisky or rum. The finest crystal glasses and chutes that looked like they had never been used before. Crisp and white napkins folded in elegant shapes. White tablecloth with a coloured table runner of whatever colour was ‘in’ at the time. Platters almost overflowing with the smallest portions of fancy foods Jake had never bothered to remember the names of. Shiny silver cutlery wrapped tightly with serviettes. Quiet jazz and people in fancy dresses and suits standing and mingling. Two twelve-year-olds sneaking away to avoid the judgemental gazes of their parents’ acquaintances.

Their parties never looked like that.

Chloe was the one to suggest it when they attended their first-ever party. It was very different to what they were used to, but Chloe was enamoured with the idea after seeing parties in all those movies about high school.

It was Chloe’s idea to plan their first-ever party, hosting it at Jake’s since his parents were always out late nowadays, or sometimes away for a couple of days.

(Leaving their son with no idea when his parents would walk back through the door. They always did. Or they used to. This had been their longest absence yet. They left no indication that they were ever coming back. But one would still hope they would).

Now, their drinks and snack table was full of beer and vodka and sodas and spirits and juice and whatever alcohol they could get their hands on ass they slowly worked through Jake’s father’s liquor cabinet. Red solo cups and a few Sharpies to label. A stack or two of serviettes in whatever colour was available at the store. If they were lucky, there was some plastic tablecloth. Bowls of chips and dip and chocolate and sweets and garlic bread and pizza and whatever they decided to splurge on. Pop and rock and indie and dance-pop and whatever amalgamation their playlists became. People show up in whatever they want and talking and dancing and making out and drinking and smoking and having fun.

That was certainly more their pace. It was fast, exciting, ever-changing, unpredictable.

And it was a very well-known fact that Jake Dillinger and Chloe Valentine threw the best parties in all of Middleborough and beyond.

Jake smiled when he felt Chloe’s arms snaking around his waist. “Done with the music?”

Chloe hummed and pressed a kiss to Jake’s shoulder. “Mm… Maybe. I think you should test it out with me.”

Jake turned around and wrapped his arms around Chloe. “Test it how?”

Chloe leaned up to press a sweet kiss to Jake’s lips, smiling into the kiss as she felt Jake kiss her back. She moved a hand up, running her fingers through Jake’s hair to mess it up. Jake had spent what felt like hours trying to style his hair perfectly. But Chloe thought it looked nice when it was a little messy.

She pulled away. “I want to get in at least one dance with you tonight. No interruptions.”

Jake let out a breathy laugh. “Well, if you insist. We have time before people will arrive.”

“Mm… You always forget Brooke and Rich show up early.” “Then we better get a dance in, doll.”

[st4rdust-ch0rds]

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#someone on twitter said this is what he looks like looking down at you with your head in his lap

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

if i speak………..

232 notes - Posted September 18, 2022

#4

i, for one, need to be sedated immediately!

242 notes - Posted June 27, 2022

#3

Fresh || J.M. Kiszka

pairing: josh kiszka x reader

word count: 2308

warnings: 18+ CONTENT! MINORS DNI! oral (m/f receiving), fingering. mullet!josh.

summary: josh surprises you with a new haircut, and he receives a good review.

a/n: i haven’t written smut in so long, but somehow the new cut has inspired me to make this. i apologize if this is lack luster, but hey, it’s a valiant effort in my opinion.

You have spent the past few months following Josh and the band around on tour with few and brief breaks in between. Currently, the band was on a ten-day break from the second North American leg of the tour, allowing you to find some reprieve in your home. Normally you would spend this time catching up on laundry, clearing out old food that went bad in the fridge while you were away, or with Josh to make up for some alone time.

Josh was out of the house for the day to do some studio work and “run some errands,” as he said. One of the errands included going to the hairdresser. This wasn’t too out of the ordinary for him to do since he would go every so often to get the dead ends off for his hair to maintain its signature shape. Ever since you and Josh started dating, he has stayed consistent with his hairstyle. It would change from being a bit too short or a bit too long every now and then, but nothing super crazy. You were obviously aware of his former hairstyles, but you were only used to his current style.

It was about 3pm when you decided to call it a day on doing chores. You knew you probably should have kept going, but you had nothing else to do for the next few days and decided to pace yourself. You were in the midst of watching TV when Josh called your phone.

“Hello?” you answered.

“Hey, hun, I just left the hairdresser and I’ll be home in about 15 minutes. I have to drop Sammy off first.” Josh said.

“You won’t believe what Josh did!” Sammy shouts from the passenger seat. Your brows furrowed at his statement.

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“Nothing, nothing,” Josh affirmed, “He means nothing. I’ll see you soon.” You exchanged your replies and ended the call.

The hell did Josh do? You thought. You became unnecessarily unsettled by Sam’s comment. He probably didn’t mean anything by it and just wanted to create drama for fun. Before Josh left for the morning, he didn’t mention what he was doing with his hair. Even when he had intentions of booking an appointment, he didn’t express his desire to possibly change his hair. You refocused your attention on your show when you heard the front door unlock. The couch in your living room faces away from the front door, having you to fully turn your body around to look at Josh.

“Hello,” Josh drew out the last syllable like a note. Instantly your jaw dropped, eyes going wide. Josh stopped in his tracks, “What’s up?”

“‘What’s up?’ That’s ‘what's up,’” You pointed at his hair. He had buzzed the sides of his hair making his hair into a mullet. It looked very similar to how his hair looked during the early days of the band, which you have shamelessly expressed your love for.

Josh ran his hand on the freshly shaved sides around his ears, blushing a bit. You darted up from your spot on the couch and made your way over to him. Your hands replaced his as you ran your hands through his curls, fingertips brushing the rough sides.

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#2

look at him 🥹

(📸: Fernando Aceves)

308 notes - Posted May 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

don’t call. don’t text.

341 notes - Posted August 9, 2022

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[outoutdamnspark]

I'm gonna be a little greedy and ask for W, T and F for Reina for the alphabet kink.

- Aching anon

*muffled screaming*

I have?

An anon??!!

HolyshitIhaveananon!

My dude, my guy, my ghoul, you're the first one to send something in for the letter thing - you can as greedy as you want with this~

For the Alphabet Smut meme

(Answers under cut because sex.)

Reina has one hell of a praise kink (crossed with a hint of a voice kink) and a need to be dominated. Wreck her. Just absolutely ruin her. She's spent way too long having only herself to really rely on, while simultaneously feeling like she has no control over her own life anymore; please take over, she desperately needs to be able to put the control in someone else's hands. (If she trusts you enough to be intimate with you in the first place, then she'll trust you to take the reins in the bedroom - especially considering she hasn't really felt safe enough to ever have sex to begin with before.)

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

On that same note, praise. Tie her up, blindfold her, gag her, do whatever, but make sure to tell her how well she's doing while you're at it. Call her nice things, too, like 'pretty' (or 'kitten' or 'pet' or 'flower,' for extra bonus points), or let her know how good she feels. Lots of kisses while you rail her into the mattress. She's starved for assurance and affection, so pamper this poor girl just a little bit and she'll happily let you dom her like there's no tomorrow.

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Depression sapped her libido for the longest time, and living a nomadic lifestyle didn't really let her afford much in the way of anything sex-related, so she's mostly used her own hands up until now.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

However, she does own one. You know those vibes with the clit stimulator on one side? Usually shaped like a rabbit or a butterfly for some inexplicable reason? (Like this thing.) Yeah, she bought one of those when she finally got stable in Unova; it was one of her first purchases after moving into her apartment, and it gets a decent amount of use. (She'd be perfectly fine with a partner using it on her, too.)

As for on a partner, you may have to talk her through it? She's super inexperienced, and pretty bashful in bed to start off with - and pretty subby, to boot. However, she'd be more than willing to give it a try if asked to. She would want to make her partner feel as good as they make her feel, so just be patient while she figures out how~

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(Fair warning, I am bad with sex position names, so if these aren't quite right, blame google. XD)

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

She’s incredibly touch and affection-starved, so face-to-face positions where she can curl herself around her partner are an absolute must for her. She likes the grounding weight and being able to feel their heartbeat, their warmth, hear their voice; she’ll wrap her legs around their waist and her arms around their shoulders and pull them in close. (Work her up enough and she’ll even claw at your back.)

Missionary or The Rocker

Since The Rocker is like regular Missionary but while laying on your sides, the fit is a lot tighter. The weight won’t be there, and she’ll only be able to drape one leg around her partner’s waist, so she’ll be able to move more; it’s better for slower, sleepier morning sex, and it’s a surefire way to put her in a cuddly, “pancakes and lazy sunday” kind of mood.

Doggy Style or Standing Doggy Style

Exactly what you think it is. Perfect for dominating her, pinning her down, making her scream into the pillows or her own hands if you’ve got her bent over a counter or a desk. This is the best position for bdsm sessions rougher lovemaking because it absolutely strips her of any control - and gives you ample access to her thighs should you decide to reach your hand down between them and overstimulate her~

Again, more face-to-face for that first one; Cowgirl, but sitting in her partner’s lap in a chair, rather than lying down. Other than desk/counter sex, this one is the go-to for sex at work - and also for after-breakfast couch sex if you’re doing that “pancakes and lazy sunday.”

Cowgirl Chair or Lean-Back

In that same vein, Lean-Back is just the same thing but backwards. So. You know. Almost like up-right doggy style~

Take the opportunity to run your hands over her body while whispering in her ear; put your hand over her throat (but don’t actually choke her) for a little trust play and she may just straight up ascend.

[theladybarnes]

READY TO COMPLY - CHAPTER ONE: IT’S YOU

“ Should I give up? Or should I just keep chasing pavements? Even if it leads nowhere Or would it be a waste? Even if I knew my place, should I leave it there?”

▸ summary: cheers to the newly weds?? ▸ characters: tony stark, natasha romanoff, sam wilson, & bucky barnes ▸ word count: 4,141 ▸ warnings: slight angst, semi pinning ▸ series masterlist

The two of you stood in front of the roaring fire. Allowing the deep orange and yellow embers to be the entertainment. It’s always like this around this time of year. The two of you meeting together, forgetting all schedules or plans that you both might have that day and lock yourself up in Tony’s home. 

 This year was a little bit different considering he presented you with an early Christmas present. A brand new townhouse in the city. For months you had spent time back in California that you almost forgot you couldn’t go back into the compound. Not when Steve was still living there. Running a tight hand on the team you weren’t allowed on. 

 “You know, I was almost a little worried you were going to make me go all the way to California. Which, I wouldn’t mind. Snow reminds me too much of...” The words died off as he reached for his glass of gin, sipping at the harsh liquid softly. 

 “Well Pepper wouldn’t keep me from you. She knows how much this time of year means to us..besides I missed you.” You smiled a bit, trying to give him a brave face. It was the longest the two went on not talking and you knew it was killing your brother inside. “I do hate the snow though, I miss palm trees covered in lights.” 

 “Yeah, she knows I got you in the divorce. Wouldn’t dare keep ya from me.” He joked, reaching out to poke at the fire with the poker. The log flickered a bit, shooting small bits of embers around. “I guess we’re just not that into Christmas.” 

 “Says the guy that decided to buy me a whole town house. I am just one person you know.” 

 Tony glanced at you with a shy smile. “Feeling generous is all.” Turning around, you looked over the place, admiring some of the furniture decisions that Tony made on your behalf. He fortunately knew what type of style you had grown to love over the years and added different cool tone colors as the main theme of the home. 

 “Well, thank you. But I’m also kinda pissed it puts my cufflinks to shame.” This year you had gotten Tony custom made cufflinks that looked a lot like the ones your father used to wear. It wasn’t a big surprise, but he seemed to love it nonetheless. 

 “It’s my new favorite accessory and I’m going to buy a dozen more suits just to wear them.” He smirked, setting down his drink to wrap an arm around your shoulder. “Anything you give me would be my favorite.” 

 Leaning your head on his shoulder, you took notice at the time, reaching your hand up to place on chest. It’s been years and yet it’s still a pain you can’t let go. You can only imagine the turmoil that Tony goes through every year. 

 “It’s crazy to think it’s been twenty-five years since it’s happened..”

 He took a look up at the digital clock you two set up on the mantle of the fireplace before back down at you. “You’re twenty-five too..God, when did the years go by.” He sighed, suddenly sounding a lot like his age. “Just yesterday I had Happy teaching you how to ride a bike.” 

 You couldn’t help but crack up a bit, recalling one of the many occasions that Happy had to teach you. It was probably near seventeen years and your eight year old mind matched with Tony’s chaotic one. Leading you to go down big hills on the bike. Tony swears he almost died of laughter watching Happy run after you.

 “And now you’re buying me town houses so I don’t run into my nearly one hundred year old ex boyfriend.”

 He chuckled a bit at that, shaking his head before he got back his glass to down the rest of the liquid. “Let him keep his stupid boyband. You’ll always have a place here on Team Stark.” He teased, acting like it was actually a thing. 

 “I’m always happy to be on your team, Tony.”

 It was hard to keep the mood from turning somber. Maybe it was the weather, or the dark skyline glooming in the room, or simply just the reminder of the day itself. 

 The clock began to do its countdown, making you two grip onto each other tighter. Like you both were each other’s only life line.

 [00:11:59:20]

 “I wish you could have known them..just for one day..” He rubbed his hand against your shoulders and you realized you were shaking.

 [00:11:59:40] 

 “I know.” You whispered, feeling your voice drown out. Glancing at the side of your eyes you noticed how much Tony’s had glistened. It made you wrap your arms around him tighter. “..me too.” 

 [00:11:59:59] —————— [00:12:00:00]  DECEMBER 16TH, 2015

  The sounds of various announcements in the terminal drowned out the sounds of your worried friends’ pleas.  Making you smile a bit at them as they continued on with their jabbering. 

 “How can you be leaving for six weeks?”

 “Why Romania? Didn’t you want me to join you in California?”

 “Wait, you two were going to hang out in California without me?”

 “Sam, you’re Steve’s friend. You have to do things with him now.”

 The look on Sam’s face almost had you covering your mouth. His dark brown eyes glanced over at you, already annoyed with the fact that you all got there at six. Which you told him he didn’t have to come, which only made him more upset at the idea of not being able to say goodbye.

 “Look, that was the original plan. But after spending some time with Pepper and then Christmas with Tony, I realized that I need to break away from everyone and venture off on my own for a bit.”

 Natasha raised a brow up at you before reaching over to pull you in for a hug. “I hate the idea of you alone out there. But I understand.” She sighed, pressing a light kiss to your cheek. “The minute you need me, call and I’m on my way. Doesn’t matter what I’m doing.”

 “Even if you’re out beating up some bad guys?” You joked, looking over at the red head when she pulled back. 

 “I’m there no matter what.” She smiled before Sam shoved his way in. An annoyed chuckle came from the women as the man wrapped his arms tightly around you. Giving you a crushing hug. 

 “I’ll probably get to you like a normal person would considering I don’t have her ridiculous resources but if you’re ever in need of my expertises I’m there too.”

 Snuggling a bit into his chest, you hug him back, trying to hold in the emotions these two were making you feel. One of them being guilt. It wasn’t like you could probably explain why you picked Romania or why you felt you wouldn’t be alone there. But to have them worry about you so much and be willing to come to you at the drop of a hat had your stomach tense up. 

 “Guys, I should be okay. Nothing is going on there as of now. I set up a place that’s already connected to FRIDAY and I can hold my own.” The two shared a glance, knowing the last words meant a lot to you. Ever since the fight with Steve, it’s been a struggle for you to get that message across. 

 Sighing in defeat, the both take turns again giving you a tight hug. Helping walk you over towards the security. “How come you didn’t just ask to take Tony’s jet. Wouldn’t it be easier?” Natasha asked as she adjusted the strap of your bag over her shoulder. 

 “It would have caused some kind of press to find out I’m there and I’m still under the radar a bit these days.” You shrugged. “It’s a smaller flight so I shouldn’t have too many problems.”

 “When will we be able to hear back from you?”

 Glancing at your phone, you calculated the time difference before answering Sam. “I’ll basically be your early morning wake up call. That is if you aren’t sent off on any missions while I’m there.” The man frowned at that, knowing full well it wouldn’t be long till they were both off again. “If anything, I’ll be sure to shoot you guys an email about what I did everyday. Tony’s requiring that already so I might as well get you guys in on the snail mail.” You promised, hoping to appease them.

 The three of you approached the small line to security, getting ready to finally bid farewell. Again they both took turns giving you a tight hug. Natasha being emotional enough to press a gentle kiss to your temple. “You better stay safe, Cолнышко (little sun), or else me and bird brain are dragging you back.”

 “She’s nasty for that comment,” started Sam as he squeezed in to instead hold the two of you in his arms. “But she’s not wrong. We will hunt you down.”

“And on that threat, I’m taking that as my cue to go.” Grabbing your bags carefully, you stepped away from the nagging pair and made your way towards the line. Stopping only after a few seconds to turn back and steal one last look. They both looked back fondly as they waved goodbye, making you feel suddenly emotional. “Dorks.” You chuckled, lifting a hand to wave back before you finally made your leave. Hopefully for the reunion that was sure to come.

TWO WEEKS LATER

 You scowled at the screen of your iPad. Wondering how you’ve gone two weeks with absolutely no luck on finding Bucky. If the big lug wanted you to come find him, then why did he make it so hard to find a single trace on him?

 Sure, he had other people looking for him as well, including people you personally knew. But if he was leaving behind sentimental parting words like ‘see you soon,love’ and looking at you the way he did that day, then why not leave other clues?

 The apartment you had rented for the intended six weeks was horribly outside the main city. Bucharest was the largest city, making you worried that you started off way too big in your search for Bucky. Not to mention Tony seemed keen on making you have a more natural view of the country. Which was considerate of him, since he did think you were just relaxing. But you could relax with city noise as well? After thinking it over, you decided to leave the lease early, claiming they could keep the deposit and promised to leave it in clean conditions.

 That left you setting up in hotels within the city. A hunch that you couldn’t shake off had you thinking he’d use the busy streets and fast pace people as a way to blend in. Which was smart, but also another pain in your ass. The second was the amount of recent texts and calls you had received from Steve.

 It was like the moment you left America he remembered that he wanted to talk to you. Making you annoyed at the fact that he could’ve called months ago if he wanted to fix things. At least a little. But even now as you read over some of the texts he sent, you couldn’t help but find yourself wondering if you even wanted him back.

 The friendship was something you missed, but maybe it wasn’t as strong as you always saw it. For too long you and Steve blurred the lines, making any kind of semi sweet moment turn romantic rather than just normal. And while you’re still feeling a deep love for him, you knew deep down it wouldn’t be the same ever again. Not when you knew he wanted a different version of you.

 The waitress pulled you out of your plaguing thoughts when she handed you the bill for your lunch, making you quick to thank her. Your Romanian was considerably bad, but the locals seemed to appreciate the effort as they gave you a weak thumbs up at most of your attempts. Packing up your belongings, you slip on your earbuds and start up the connection to FRIDAY on your phone. 

 The recent update on certain street cameras you hacked upon your arrival showed absolutely no footage. This trip was slowly turning into a headache and you realized it might be best to just leave him alone. If he truly wanted to talk to you, he’d find a way. And considering how little he knew of you, it was more than likely that he didn’t. It wasn’t his fault that you were the one having dreams about your encounters. Or running imaginations about what could have happened. 

 You were feeling low and weren’t feeling the love from Steve at the time. Any thoughts about him were just your own hopeful projections. Something that Bucky didn’t deserve because if you were going to go to him it’d be to help him only. 

 [TEXT MESSAGE: NAT 🦊]

 YOU: I’m starting to miss home. NATASHA: Home definitely misses you. Come back already. :(

 You couldn’t help but smile at someone as cool as Natasha using sad emoticons. Tapping at your screen, you ignore the people passing by you as you head down the street to your hotel. 

 YOU: I’ve paid for the trip. Might as well soak it up for the next couple of weeks.  YOU: But next time, I’m definitely bringing you or Sam along.  NATASHA: Wilson will only give us headaches. Let’s just ditch everything right now and go to Belize. I think it’s warm enough for swimsuits ;)

 Laughing at her last message, you don’t look up in time to avoid an overly large pair of shoulders. “Scuze.” Muttered the voice as he quickly made his way through. Not having time to say anything back, you only get a quick glimpse of the figure from the corner of your eye.

 Stopping in place, you try to wonder what stumped you. Was it his voice? Was it the fact that he didn’t seem all too sorry? Turning around, you try to catch the mystery person again. Scanning through the crowd of people till you notice the back of a larger male. His coat was covering up any distinct feature and the top of his head was covered with a dark cap. 

 There’s an attempt to not be so noticeably stalky towards the man as you quickly rush to follow him. Moving across the street, you quickly brushed past people, acting like you had to go somewhere important before you’re able to get a bit ahead of him. He pauses for a moment, looking around before you’re able to see his face finally.

 You try your best not to gasp so loud when you see him. But the smile that spread over your lips couldn’t be stopped when you realized it was Bucky. 

 He looked different from the last time you saw him. His hair was still long, only a little bit but still different from the usual hair men around the area seemed to have. His face was definitely scruffy and to your dismay, he looked more tired than usual. Like he could use an honest good night's rest. 

 Without realizing it, you found yourself following him. Keeping your distance as he went about his shopping. Despite the still winter weather, he wasn’t as bundled up as most people around you both. He simply wore a thick jacket, gloves, and a hat to keep the cool winds from hitting his skin. 

 But what got you more curious was to see how well he blurred in with the crowds. Acting like he wasn’t being hunted down by multiple organizations. It was amusing to you, seeing him interact now and then with clerks when checking out things he wanted to buy. He seemed to be going only one direction, making you wonder when the end destination would end up being.

 It was a struggle to think about why you hadn’t approached him yet. Greet him like a long lost friend and catch up. But the more you thought about it, the more you felt anxious about it. Bucky was doing seemingly well. He was living a life here. Doing something as normal as shopping in the middle of the day. Something so mundane that everyone else would take for granted. 

 But for Bucky this had to mean so much more. For a large part of his life he was used by the most nefarious people, who wanted him to murder, steal, and God knows what else for the past couple of decades.

 Sure, he said you were friends, but would you really want to come in and interrupt the first bit of peaceful life he’s had since he was..well since he was your age? It was only around this time he was pulled into war and now that it’s decades later, it was a chance for him to live normally. No war, no hydra, just him. Even if it hurt you to think of saying goodbye to him, you figured that it might be best to give him this life alone. He deserved it, and you would vow to never be the one to take it away from him.

 You noticed that he’s no longer in front of you, making you curse to yourself as you scanned around the streets again. Great, you were too busy thinking about leaving him that you didn’t think about him leaving you. 

 Turning back around, you’re about to pull out your phone and reply back to Natasha finally when you’re suddenly being pulled into an alley. 

 The arms of your captor were wrapped around your neck, pulling the hood you had on to cover even more of your face. Not allowing you to see any kind of feature on his face. His breath was hot and heavy on your neck, making you shiver in fear. The grip on you was too tight for you to twist your way out of. “кто ты? (Who are you?)” When you didn’t reply he gripped harder. “кого ты работаешь? (Who do work for?)” 

 You gasp a little, feeling your throat tighten up. He didn't seem to care as he gripped harderuntil you started to slap at his arms. “Please.” You whimpered, starting to feel light headed. Something in you must have sounded desperate because he suddenly dropped you, allowing your body to sag down to the ground. “I’m not Russian.” You coughed out, peering up at the man finally. 

 “Oh my God.” He gasped. Pulling your hood back, revealing your face as well as giving you a better look at his. “It’s you.” Bucky sighed, helping to pick you up from the floor. He helped stand up right before his gloved hand checked over your neck, over the area he had been pressing down on. “I’m so sorry! I just..I thought you were HYDRA.” 

 Shaking your head, you calmed down on your breathing before you placed your hand on top of his. “So did I.” Nodding his head, he slowly pulls his hand back before he checks over you again, probably feeling guilty still. “I’m okay, I promise.” Having him so up close gave you a better chance at seeing his face better. And God does it break your heart to see him like this.

 Without even realizing it, you reached out to cup this side of his face, pulling him in closer. His bright blue eyes widened at the motion, blinking a couple of times before he allowed you to continue. His hot breath shuddered for a moment, but having your warm hand against his skin must have been nice since he eventually relaxed into your touch, closing his eyes suddenly as you carefully looked at him. 

 It’s almost weird how close this is becoming like your dream from months ago. But you didn’t focus too much on that and instead allowed your other hand to cup up and trace some of the features on his face. Using the tip of your finger to run down the bridge of his nose and trace the slight line that was bagged underneath his eyes. 

 The freckles on the side of his eyes made you smile, causing you to shake your head at yourself. For only having seen him once up close before, your dream was surely detailed right in the way you envisioned him. Everything was just as it was, even down to the slight pink hue of sun kissed skin on the bridge of his nose.

 You were almost tempted to brush along the line of his pouty lips when he suddenly spoke again. “It took you a while to find me again.” A huff of an amused laugh fell past your lips and you nodded your head. “I’m glad to see you.” He added, fluttering his long lashes as he opened to look at you again.

 “It wasn’t easy finding you. I think the universe played a hand again in helping in my search.” 

 Letting go of his face you pat at his cheek lightly before moving to wrap your arms around yourself. “It’s good to see you though. It’s been a while.” He didn’t seem pleased to lose the contact from you and reached out instead to place his hand at your arm, letting it linger there. 

“How are you and Steve?”

 You felt a lump form in your throat, not sure how to even touch that subject yet. But Bucky was looking at you with such genuine curiosity, that you didn’t want to keep secrets from him. Not when he’s trusted you so much so far. “It’s kind of funny,” you chuckled, trying to figure out where to start. 

 “I could use a good laugh.” He proposed. Raising a brow at you curiously. It was the same kind of face that Natasha would make whenever she tried to read you and you hated how it made you automatically feel like spilling.

 “Mr. Bucky?” 

 The two of you glanced down the end of the alleyway to see two small children. The one who spoke out was a young boy, probably around thirteen with dark eyes and hair. At his side was a younger girl, who despite being the younger of the two looked like a copied version of the boy beside her.

 Bucky stepped back from you, turning to face them better before he replied back. Talking to them in Romanian before he suddenly wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. The two of you suddenly were walking now to join the kids. While his arm felt nice around you, the confusion couldn’t be swept off your face as he casually pressed a kiss to your head. Talking back to the boy again.

 “Go ahead.” Bucky said eventually, nodding at the boy. Smiling, the boy reached out his hand and offered a shake to you. “I am Luca. Mr. Bucky tells me you are his American wife.” You pinched the side of your thigh to stop the cough that wanted to come out from your throat. “This is my sister. We are..how is word again?”

 Did he just say WIFE?

 Bucky, sporting a very nervous but slightly amused grin on his face, now offered up an answer. “Neighbors. They’re my neighbors.” The boy's smile turned bright again as he nodded to Bucky thankfully.

 “Yes! We are neighbors. And now that you’ve found him again. You are neighbor as well.”

 The little girl feeling left out extended her small hand out. “I am Anyanna. It is pleasure to meet.” Her accent was much thicker than Luca’s and you had to bit down on your cheek from being too amused by it. Her next words seemed to throw you back off again as she pointed to the building you guys were beside. “Let’s go to homes,Mrs. Bucky. Before we freeze.”

 Luca, suddenly remembering what they had to do took hold of the girl's hand and led them to the building. “Anyanna is right! We have dinner soon. We hope to see you again, Mrs. Bucky!” You were barely able to give out a half assed wave before you and Bucky were left alone again.

 “Wow.” You gaped over at him. Feeling only a little bit annoyed with how okay he was by all this. Surely you wished now more than ever you could have understood what he told the young boy. But the whole interaction didn’t seem to throw him off much. 

 “Well, Mrs. Bucky.” He dragged out, pointing up to the building. “Would you like to come up?”

A/N: Well I hope you guys are ready for this! I’m happy to finally have Bucky emerged fully in the storyline now. Get ready for the perfect angsty boyfriend~ Also I love the idea of Bucky being good with kids so ofc the neighbor kids would talk with him. Even if they are misinformed 🥴

[annenhypen]

Falling

jay x reader

high school au! strangers to friends to lovers au!

word count: 2.8k

writer’s note: this is the longest work i have written so far and I ENJOYED WRITING IT SO MUCH! I really want to write drabbles for this pairing if this does well!!! let me know what you guys think.

tags: @gratefulmaria @azeugirdor @eggbutnotyolk @jungwon-luv-bot-pt3

Before Meeting Him

You and your boyfriend, Daniel, had a steady relationship. Growing up together and ending up going to the same schools, it was like you guys were destined to be together. You were best friends until one day he asked you out and decided to change your title to his “girlfriend”.

You were seated next to him in the first period as he turned his head to face you.

“I heard there’s a new transfer student in our class” he informed you, causing your eyebrows to shoot up. Students rarely changed schools in the beginning of the senior year, so you got curious about the new presence in your class.

He entered the classroom on his first day, dressed in a black hoodie in contrast to his bleached hair but matching his black jeans. Every clothing he put on that day was black except for the four silver rings he put on his hands. He stood next to your teacher and introduced himself to the class. Despite his dark style, he introduced himself with a bright smile that caught your attention for a little too long. Jay. His name fits his appearance you thought. You watched him walk to the only empty seat in the classroom which was the seat in front of your boyfriend who was sitting next to you. You looked away when he made eye contact with you, catching you staring at him.

Meeting Him

Turns out that Jay was not just your classmate. He was also the son of the family who moved in next door. You were surprised to see him open the door when your mother sent you to give your new neighbors a welcome gift, freshly-baked chocolate chip cookies. You collected yourself and smiled brightly, holding out the plate filled with cookies in front of you.

“Hello, I am Y/N. I live next door and my mother sent these for you to say welcome to our neighborhood.” you explained, finally looking at his eyes. He smiled back at you, taking the plate out of your hands.

“Thank you so much, it’s very nice of her and you. I am Jay. I am pretty sure we are classmates as well.” he answered. You nodded at him.

“I’ll see you in class then” you said and took one step back to go back to your house. You saw him wave a goodbye at you before turning around.

An Offer

Many things were unpredictable in your life. For example, you never expected your relationship with Daniel to come to an end so quickly but it did. You also did not expect your long term friendship with your -now- ex boyfriend to get ruined, following your break-up. You were still seated next to each other in class but you rarely talked. He never texted you about anything other than your classes. It was a hard time for both of you. You were sad because losing a friend who has been there all along was not easy to take it in.

“I am going to assign all of you into study groups today. I am expecting you guys to meet outside of class to encourage each other to study for the upcoming exams” announced your homeroom teacher on the third Friday of your senior year, causing your classmates to whine to voice their complaints out. You opened your notebook as you waited for your name to be called.

“Ruby, Luke, Y/N, Jay and Daniel, you guys are Team B” you heard your teacher added after checking his journal.

Here’s how these “study groups” worked: every group member had to do their best and get a good grade on the exams. After the exams week, the average grade for each team was calculated by your teacher and the team with the highest average score received a prize in return. This way, your teacher made sure everyone helped each other to increase the average grade for their teams.

“Make sure to exchange phone numbers and make a group chat to discuss your study plans and meetings” your teacher suggested.

You pulled out a loose-leaf and tapped on Jay’s shoulder who was seating in front of Daniel. He looked back with a questioning expression.

“Write your phone number down and pass the paper to Ruby” you confided and he nodded back at you before taking the paper from your hands. You took the paper back after Ruby and Luke wrote their numbers down. Of course you did not have to ask for Daniel’s number.

“I’ll create a group chat after school, we can discuss the details there” you reported, gaining a nod from every member of your study group.

You were a competitive student. Your grades were always above average and these study group contests made you even more ambitious. As nerdy as it sounded, you wanted to make sure everyone in your team performed well on the upcoming exams.

You knew Ruby was a bright student. Daniel studied regularly as well. Luke was okay as far as you knew. However, you did not know about Jay’s academics. You were determined to learn about it and help him if he needed your help.

“Hey Jay, do you want to walk home together after school?” you asked, smiling politely. He turned to you in surprise and took a look at Daniel’s face. He smirked at Daniel’s clenched jaw and accepted your offer.

Plans

You saw Jay playing with his phone in front of the school gates when you exited the school building. He was wearing his leather jacket, making you look like a child next to him with your fluffy pastel pink cardigan and white outfit. He put his phone into his back pocket when you reached his side.

“You ready?” he questioned looking down at your face. You looked so short compared to his tall figure. You felt intimidated by his eyes and chose to look down at your shoes before nodding your head.

“So… How are you?” he asked, breaking the dead silence as you walked side by side.

“I’m good. I should ask you how you are. Were you able to get used to living here?” you asked, feeling, less nervous as you walked.

“Yes… Actually, I couldn't explore much since I don’t have many friends around here and I usually just go to school and return home during the week” he explained and scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment. I probably sound like a loser, he thought. You thought for a little before speaking again.

“Hey, I can show you around this weekend if you want? I didn’t have anything planned anyway. Also, this is like the last weekend we can enjoy before studying for the exams. That is… if you want to, of course… I get it if you don’t-“ your rambling got interrupted by Jay’s little chuckle. Cute, he thought.

“I would like that,” he answered. You couldn’t help but smile at his acceptance of your invitation.

“This is kind of random but do you like pancakes?” you asked out of nowhere.

“Who doesn’t like pancakes?” he answered your question with another question causing you to chuckle. I already like this guy, you thought.

“Alright, then we can go to this local diner I know for breakfast tomorrow and start our little tour afterwards” you suggested while looking at him to wait for his answer.

“Alright, sounds like a plan” he concluded. Jay couldn’t help but think how much he wanted this “little tour” of yours to be an actual date.

Getting to Know Him

“Oh you should meet Mr. Bubbles” you insisted as you watched Jay take another bite of his blueberry pancakes. You wanted to introduce your fat Scottish fold to your new friend who apparently loves cats.

“I would love to…But unfortunately, I am allergic to cats” he replied, looking a little sad. You felt the need to comfort him inside you.

“Don’t be so sad! I can just show him to you through the window of my room” you suggested. You heard his small chuckle before nodding at your direction.

From this morning, you learned that Jay is not as intimidating as he looked from outside. He moved to your town from Seattle because of his father’s job. He was good at subjects like English and History but he said he could use some help with Math. His favorite genre of music was Rock and he took dance classes back in Seattle. He was interested in fashion and he liked cats. He had an easygoing personality and a pretty smile- wait, a big smile you meant.

In addition, Jay learned that you liked many more things other than studying: you enjoyed watching romantic comedies the most but one of your common interests was that both of you liked watching anime. You also liked cooking even though you were not as experimental as Jay when you entered the kitchen. Jay was stunned when he learned your favorite rock band: ONE OK ROCK because that was his favorite band too. He was surprised to find similarities between you two when you looked so different from outside. He also learned how much he liked your laugh and how hard he wanted to try to make you laugh more often to just listen to your laugh.

Not so long after, you paid the check and headed to your next destination.

“We’re going to the beach, I hope you know how to ride a bike” you chimed while walking backwards in front of Jay.

“Of course I know how to ride a bike! Who do you think I am?” he fought back right before you tripped on something and almost fell on your butt. He reached forward to catch you by your waist, saving you from both: the pain and the embarrassment of falling in front of Jay.

You both went silent when you were chest to chest. You looked up to Jay’s face while holding your breath. You looked at his eyes and he stared back at yours. You saw his eyes flicker to your lips and that was the signal you got before pulling away from his hold.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry, I’m so clumsy” you mumbled looking down at your feet, continuing to walk next to Jay. He strolled next to you but he did not miss the pink shade on your cheeks before looking ahead.

***

Oh my god Y/N! Get your shit together! What is wrong with you, you just spent a single day with the guy! You told yourself that night, laying down on your bed when you came back from your day with Jay.

Okay, he was attractive, funny and nice to you. He also was a good listener and he was talkative as well. You felt comfortable spending time with him and you felt bad when you said goodbye to him in front of your house before you got in. You sighed before rubbing your eyes and tried to fall asleep without thinking about your cute, hot, funny and sweet classmate.

Study Group

You opened the gates of the coffee shop you were supposed to meet with your study mates 10 minutes later than your agreed meeting time. You hurried your way upstairs where it was more quiet than downstairs and you saw your group members sitting on a table in the left corner of the room. You apologized for being late when you reach their table and took the only empty seat next to Daniel, across from Jay.

You opened your backpack to take your materials out when you realized a cup of coffee was pushed in front of you. You looked up to see Jay grinning at you. He went back to taking notes on his notebook when you reached for the cup to take a sip from it. You realized it was a latte with unsweetened vanilla. Your usual order. He remembered your order from the coffee shop you went on your little tour right before you went to see the local art gallery. You looked at his face to see him watching your reaction. You gave him a small smile while mouthing "thank you" and he returned your smile with a little nod.

Confession

It was right before the Christmas break started when Jay came to terms with his feelings for you. Between the walks you took home together, the shared snacks between classes, the laughs shared during the lunch periods, and the times he snuck into your room to watch your favorite anime together at night when you were both supposed to be sleeping, he fell for you.

Jay was a straightforward guy. If he feels something, he might as well tell you about it. Worst case scenario: you would kindly reject him and he would move on. So he grabbed his phone from his nightstand and texted you.

You grabbed your cardigan from your closet and opened the gates of the kitchen which looked at the backyard as quiet as possible to not wake your parents up. You saw Jay putting his hands in his pockets while waiting for you in the middle of your backyard. His back was facing you so you thought you could have a little fun.

You reached him while tiptoeing silently and grabbed his waist from behind.

“BOO!” you whisper screamed. He jumped and pushed you away while you tried to hold your laugh, but failed miserably. He watched you laugh while he shook his head in disbelief.

“I knew it! You’re still scared of the ghosts” you accused him, stepping forward and putting your pointing finger on his chest. He watched you having fun with an amusing smile plastered on his face. He reached for your waist with his both hands while still looking at you with the same amused smile.

“Why do I even like you?” he muttered in disbelief. You froze. He watched your surprised expression and realized what he just blurted out.

“What?” you asked looking down at his chest because looking into his eyes was very hard at that moment. Jay took a deep breath before continuing.

“I thought I was pretty obvious” he said casually. Your heart was beating so fast that you got scared that Jay might have heard its banging on your chest. You bowed your head down and your forehead touched Jay’s chest. You were shy.

“Ilikeyoutoo” you mumbled so fast, Jay almost couldn’t catch it. Cute, he thought and you felt his lips press on your forehead. You hugged his waist while he nuzzled his nose in the crook of your neck under the light of the stars.

Secrecy

Ever since you started going on dates with Jay, it was during the Christmas break. You went to cute cafes to drink hot chocolate, went ice skating, and did all the holiday activities together. One thing you didn’t talk about was how you were going to act when you got back to school. So you started sneaking around instinctively.

It was another study group meeting before the upcoming exams. You were seated between Ruby and Jay at one of the tables in your local library’s study hall when you felt Jay’s hand grabbing yours under the table. You turned to look at his face but he shrugged his shoulders like he didn’t care. You intertwined your hand with his and put them on top of your thigh. He rubbed his thumb on the back of your hand as both of you continued reading your textbooks.

When you were done with studying for History, you had to grab another book from the aisle where English textbooks were put. You got up, letting go of Jay’s hand in the process and went to the English books section. You searched through the bookshelves to find the book you needed. As you were focused on reading the names of various textbooks, you felt a small kiss pressed on the exposed skin of the back of your neck. Your breath caught in the back of your throat when you turned around to see Jay smirking at you.

“They could have seen us” you whispered to him, slapping his arm.

Not So Secretive

Jay entered the class, playing with the straps of his backpack when he saw you sitting on your seat while playing with your phone. He reached his seat to find Daniel sitting on it.

“Why are you sitting here?” questioned Jay, tilting his head to the empty seat next to you where Daniel seated every day except for that day. Daniel let a sigh before looking up at Jay.

“Don’t you want to sit next to your girlfriend?” he asked, already knowing the answer to the question.

Jay did not respond before sitting next to you. You turned your head to see who was seating next to you in surprise before he leaned forward to plant a sloppy kiss on your cheek in front of your classmates.

[moonylantsovs]

Purely Platonic [ B.B ]

request: Hi! I saw that your requests are open and I wanted to ask for a Bellamy x reader imagine. I was thinking something like you’ve been seeing each other but having defined your relationship. Then you overhear him tell someone that you two are just friends and will never be more. I would love a fluffy ending though :D

pairings: Bellamy Blake x reader

warnings: angst, jealousy, fluffy ending

Ever since your and Bellamy's kiss after the battle in Mount Weather, things have been great. And that went both ways. You two haven't exactly said what you are but you didn't see the need for it, you shared a room in Arkadia and spent most of your free time together.

There hasn't been a proper 'I love you' but you both knew you cared about each other in more ways than platonically and he didn't fail to prove that every night after your guard shifts. 

Your friends didn't know what you were either, but they knew you were hooking up. At least Raven did, and she didn't disappoint in calling you out while the two of you were fixing the Rover.

But now, while you were making your way to the guards meeting room, you figured Monty knew something was up too.

"So what's the deal with you and Y/N. Did you finally get the guts to tell her how you feel?" you heard Monty ask as you walked to the room.

And you, being nosey, decided to hide behind the door to listen.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Bellamy's gruff voice came from inside.

There was a loud snort coming from Miller, "Sure you don't, buddy. Should we just pretend you two haven't been making puppy dog eyes at each other since we landed two months ago?"

"Listen," Bellamy started "I never felt whatever you two think I feel towards Y/N. We're best friends who fool around from time to time. But nothing more. We only share a room because there's no spot left and I didn't want to share a room with my sister and her boyfriend."

You felt your heart sink in your stomach and tears prick in the corners of your eyes. You knew Bellamy wasn't good at expressing his emotions to anyone besides Octavia but that doesn't mean his words hurt any less.

The sadness and hurt soon turned into anger and you turned around to make your way back to your room. 

When you came in you put your gun down and took your guard jacket off to put your usual blue jean jacket on.

You took your hair out of the high ponytail it was in and made your way to the bar outside where you found Raven, Octavia, Lincoln, Wick and Gina sitting around a table.

"There you are!" Raven exclaimed as soon as she saw you walking up to the group.

"Hey, Rae." you grinned at her before looking at the rest of the group, "Everyone."

"Ouch." Wick winced, "I'm truly hurt, gorgeous."

You shook your head with a smile and sat down next to him, "Hello to you too, Kyle."

You knew Bellamy was always kind of jealous of how close you and Wick were. You two were best friends ever since you became an engineer and were basically inseparable back on The Ark. Right now, you also knew you were being petty by planning to flirt with him to get Bellamy mad.

"I thought you had a shift at the gates now?" Octavia asked you with furrowed eyebrows.

"Jones took over earlier so I just came here." you shrugged.

You looked at the drink in front of Wick and reached for it. Wick gave her a playful glare after you drank from his glass and you just stuck out your tongue making him chuckle.

He reached over to ruffle your hair and grabbed the glass from your hold, "I'll go get myself a refill and a glass for you."

"Thanks." you said, watching him walk away.

You turn back around to see Raven narrowing her eyes at you, "Something's wrong. What's wrong? Do I need to beat someone up?"

"Nothing's wrong." you told her innocently, leaning back.

"Maybe she's just sexually frustrated." Gina teased with a wink, "You should talk to Bellamy about that one."

You scoffed but before you had the chance to answer a voice from behind you spoke up, "Talk to Bellamy about what?"

When you turned around you saw Bellamy, who just walked up to the table followed by Miller.

"Just the guard's schedule." you shrugged and gave him a pointed look when he was about to sit down, "Sorry, the seat is taken."

He furrowed his eyebrows and smirked thinking you were just teasing him, "Who could possibly be more important than me?"

"Sorry that would be me." came the voice of Kyle with two glasses of alcohol in his hand.

You gave him a thankful smile once he handed you the glass while sitting down, back next to you.

Bellamy hoped his annoyance wasn't obvious as he sat down in the middle of Octavia and Gina.

Hint: it was very obvious.

Wick gave him an innocent smile while putting his arm on the back of your chair. You smiled at him already knowing he was only doing it to annoy Bellamy, which he made a big habit of.

Raven raised an amused eyebrow at the tension between the two males before clearing her throat, "Before you guys rudely interrupted us, we were discussing the style of the Rover's doors."

"Slide doors, obviously." you perked up at the topic.

"Thank you!" Wick exclaimed, turning towards Raven, "It's much more practical than having it open like normal doors."

"Of course she'd agree with you." Raven muttered, rolling her eyes.

"Duh," you smirked, "Great minds think alike."

"Damn straight." Wick agreed with a proud smirk that made Bellamy clench his jaw in annoyance.

He couldn't help but eye the arm that was basically wrapped around your shoulders. The Blake brother would never admit it out loud, due to his enormous ego, but he was always jealous of how close you and Wick were. The fact that Wick was a natural flirt and a very touchy person didn't help at all.

"You want to get together and work on it tonight?" he heard Wick ask you and watched you gave him a nod of agreement.

The dark haired boy cleared his throat, "Don't we have plans tonight, (Y/N)?"

You looked at his with furrowed eyebrows, "I don't think so, Bell. But don't wait up, I have the room key with me and I'll be careful not to wake you up."

Octavia, Raven, Gina and Miller had to fight the urge to laugh at the look on Bellamy's face. The four finally realized what you were doing and that there was obvious trouble in paradise.

"Yeah, you two have fun. Me and Gina have plans tonight so I won't be able to help." Raven spoke up with a fake apologetic look you almost snorted at.

"Don't worry about it, Reyes."

-

It was almost two in the morning once you finally returned to your and Bellamy's room.

You opened the door, only to find Bellamy sitting on the bed with his arms crossed over his chest and a serious expression on his face.

"Where the hell were you?" he asked, getting up as soon as you shut the door behind you.

"I already told I── "

"No, I mean why the hell are you back here at 2 a.m?" he demanded.

"We got held up, relax." you said shrugging off your jacket and putting it over a chair.

"Relax? You come back to our room at 2 a.m reeking of alcohol and you want me to relax?" he snapped, clenching his jaw.

Your eyes widened, "Can you stop yelling and being overdramatic? You're saying this like it's the first time."

"Well it's the first time you stayed that long after being alone with Kyle, so excuse me if I thought you weren't just working on the Rover." he clenched his jaw, pure anger radiating from him.

"What if we weren't?" you say after a few seconds of silence making his head snap up to look back at you, "What if we were doing something other then fixing the Rover? I'm not your girlfriend, you don't own me, Bellamy. I can do whatever the hell I want."

Bellamy gaped at you in disbelief, "So what? You actually slept with him?"

"No." you crossed your arms over your chest, "But I'm saying that if I wanted to I would have. Especially since you have no romantic feelings for me whatsoever. We're just fooling around, right?"

He blinked in shock as realization hit him, "You heard that." 

You nodded, "Yeah, but it's fine. I'm stupid for thinking Bellamy Blake, the Casanova of the camp that slept with half the girls there, would want to be in a relationship. Not your fault."

"You really think that?" he asked, his voice coming out a lot softer then when you started the conversation, "That I only want to sleep with you and that I don't have feelings for you?"

"That's what you said, didn't you?"

"What if I didn't mean it?"

His question caught you off guard so you furrowed your eyebrows, "Bellamy that doesn't make── "

"I love you, (Y/N)." he cut you off making your eyes widen.

"You what?" you choked out.

"I love you." he repeated, "And you don't have to say it back but I do, I love you. I'm in love with you. What I told Monty and Miller was a complete and absolute lie. I had feelings for you ever since we came down and wanted to be with you ever since."

You didn't know what to say. You were waiting for him to say that for the longest time but now that he finally did you had no idea how to respond.

Noticing your silence, he let out a sad sigh, "And now I probably fucked everything up."

He cleared his throat, snapping you out of your daze, "I can ask Miller to bunk with him tonight, if you're not── "

"No, no." you cut him off "I── you have no idea how long I waited for you to say that."

Before he even had the chance to process your words you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. It took him a second to respond but when he did, you smiled into the kiss and felt his arms wrap around your waist to pull you impossibly closer to him.

You pulled apart, panting for air when a huge grin broke on his face, "I guess this means you love me back."

"Yeah." you chuckled, "I love you, Bell."

[imomomi]

Meeting the MSBY Black Jackals

AN: This is a repost of an old story I wrote as requested by @ericaelind​. Also, this story actually inspired FIO, so it’s super sweet someone remembered it. 🥺🥺🥺

         Y/N leaned against the wall outside the locker rooms, pulling her phone out to flick through Instagram. She wasn’t one to post much on her public account, but her private one was filled with photos dating back to high-school. Huffing lightly in amusement at a video of a baby babbling gibberish to his father, she jumped at the sudden onset of noise coming out of the locker room. A blonde popped up beside her, resting one arm on the wall as he leaned over her. Miya Atsumu. The bane of Kiyoomi’s existence, but secretly his favorite teammate.

          “Who are ya?” he asked.

          “L/N Y/N,” she answered. When he didn’t say anything, she looked back down at her phone, sending a quick message to her mother. Atsumu lingered, looking at her curiously. Shooting him a look—what did he want—she sighed loudly.

          “Look, fangirls aren’t really allowed around the locker-room. Just head down the hall. If security sees ya, you’ll be in trouble.”

          “There’s a bit of a misunderstanding, Miya-san.”

          “Seriously sweetheart, beat it,” he said, smiling broadly. Y/N could feel her annoyance grow. Kiyoomi was lingering on purpose—was he really going to let her deal with this on her own. Normally, he’d take a few minutes to change, but he had already been gone 15 minuets.

          “I’m not here for you.”

          “That’s nice but you still don’t have the right to hang ‘round our locker room. Think about how uncomfortable the other boys will be.”  His mocking grin had her flushing at the implication.

          “Yoomi told me to wait here. He said he would only be a minuet,” shuffling slightly to get away from his towering form, she bowed lowly, “I apologize if I cause any discomfort.”

          “Yoomi? Who the hell is that?”

          “Sakusa Kiyoomi?”

          “Omi-omi told ya to wait here? What drugs are you on?”

          “I wish I knew,” she muttered to herself. Another person appeared over his shoulder and Y/N shifted farther away. Perhaps, this was a bad idea, she thought. Staring up at Bokuto Koutarou’s grinning face, she decided it was probably for the best that she didn’t know any of Kiyoomi’s teammates. There were only two of them so far and the air around her already felt chaotic.

          “Who’s this?” Bokuto asked, eagerly.

          “Some fangirl. Said Omi-omi told her to wait here.”

          “A fan!” Bokuto shouted, shoving Atsumu out of the way, “Do you wanna a picture? Though, you know you’re not supposed to sneak around here.”

          “Umm, I really think that there’s a mis-“

          “Who is that?” Hinata asked. Y/N ‘s face was an impossible shade of red at this point as she was jostled by Bokuto into a photo she didn’t even want. Hinata bounded up to her excitedly, ignoring Atsumu’s warnings that they should call security and pulled out a marker asking if she wanted an autograph. She didn’t even know what he would sign. She was dressed in all black, nothing but her phone and car keys in her pocket.

          Hinata reached for her hand, pen hovering over her skin before he shrugged and signed his name.

          “This is my first game you know,” Hinata said bouncing on his heels, “I didn’t think we’d be meeting fans already.”

          “I’m not a fan,” she muttered. The stark kanji of his name smeared across her skin. She rubbed at it, shuddering as it remained without a smudge on her hand. A hand grabbed hers, turning it over to inspect the new mark. Kiyoomi.

          “You really are all idiots,” he hissed, turning to glower at his teammates. “Can’t keep your hands to yourself at all, can you?”

          “It’ll wash out,” she said, softly. He eyed the kanji with a heavy glare as if it personally offended him. Knowing Kiyoomi, some aspect of it probably did. That or he wished it had been him to sign his name instead.

          “With bleach, maybe,” he mused. She tugged her hand from his grip, reaching over to a frozen Hinata and snatching the marker from his hand. She scribbled over the mark, crossing out Hinata’s name with a grimace.

          “Don’t you have alcohol wipes or something?”

          “In my locker,” he answered.

          “Go get them.”

          “I was serious about the bleach. You’re already contaminated. I can’t have you coming home like this.”

          “I swear to god, Kiyoomi, I’ll sneeze on you,” she jeered.

          “What the hell is going on?” Atsumu asked, looking between them in near horror. Y/N scowled, crossing her arms over her chest. Maybe she wasn’t making the best first impression, but she had already been accused of being a fangirl, harassed into a picture, and forcibly given an autograph she didn’t even want. No wonder Kiyoomi had been hesitant to introduce her to his new teammates. In college, they’d known each for years before they actually got together and she’d known the players on his team when they had been just friends.

          “Nothing, I’m going to the bathroom to wash this off. Good luck with the game.”

          “She’s my fiancée,” Kiyoomi said, blocking her path of escape. “She wanted to meet you all, but she was overseas for business and then Hinata came, so the timing was never right.”

          There’s a collective choking from his teammates that are gathered in the hallway. She could feel the amusement radiating from Kiyoomi. Most likely he had kept it hidden just to enjoy this moment. His sense of humor often involved sharp wit and upending people’s expectations. This mess served him perfectly, a carefully guarded fact about his life, his unwitting fiancée making it worse, and the general stupidity of his teammates. There was a desperate need to laugh bubbling up in his chest.

          “Bullshit,” Atsumu called out.

          “Woah, Omi-san, she’s really pretty,” Hinata gushed over Atsumu’s disbelief. Y/N flushed under the sudden attention thrown her way, waving awkwardly at Hinata and Bokuto.

          “Nice to meet you, Bokuto-san, Hinata-san,” she muttered, bowing shallowly.

          “Bullshit, ya must’ve hired her or something,” Atsumu cut in, pointing an accusing finger in her direction. There wasn’t any real heat behind the words.

          “Gross,” she and Kiyoomi said in unison, cringing at the idea. Y/N raised her left hand, holding it out so Atsumu could inspect the diamond ring. Atsumu jerked her hand forward, inspecting it with a level of detail she didn’t think he was capable of. He shot Kiyoomi and impressed look. Y/N didn’t have the heart to tell him that the ring was her grandmother’s. The first time Kiyoomi had proposed she said no—not because she didn’t want to marry him, but the question was asked so suddenly, she though that he was joking. His proposal had been delivered with a straight face in the midst of them watching some American crime drama.

          “Couldn’t wait until after the game to spring this on us?”

          “Don’t think too hard, Miya,” Kiyoomi said.

          “You’ve been hiding a secret girlfriend for the last two months,” Atsumu said.

          “In his defense, it’s not really a secret. Everyone in college knew we were together,” Y/N interjected. If they looked through Kiyoomi’s social media pages, she was somewhere there in the background of his photos caught doing something stupid or just generally ugly. According to Kiyoomi those were the best kinds of photos.

          “I didn’t even go to college,” Atsumu protested.

          “I can tell,” Y/N said. Kiyoomi snorted behind her, turning the sound into a cough as soon as everyone turned to look at him.

          “Wait, Omi-kun is getting married. We’re going to the wedding, right?” Bokuto shouted, bouncing on his heels.

         “I wanna be Best Man,” Hinata said, matching the excitement. Hinata was the newest addition to the Black Jackals. Fresh off the plane from a two-year stint as a beach volleyball player in Brasil, he’d impressed everyone at tryouts. From what Kiyoomi had said, he was a beast on the court.

         “No. I don’t even know you,” Kiyoomi shot down immediately. “I met you a month ago.”

         “I’m the obvious choice,” Atsumu muttered, eyes still narrowed in her direction, “He’s known me longest.”

         “I don’t think beating you at nationals in high school counts,” Y/N said, laughing lightly.

         “I guess, I should say sorry to ya,” he muttered, “Didn’t know that Omi-omi had a girl at home. I’ve been messing with him since he joined the team.”

         “I’ve been messing with him since I met him, so I’m sure he likes you better than me at this point.”

         “I hate both of you,” Kiyoomi muttered, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.  His chin rested on top of her head. The weight of him was a familiar and pleasant sensation. Today was the first game of the season. Kiyoomi had spent the last two days watching videos of his opponents, trying to figure out their playing styles and ticks. He was nervous, she could feel it in the slight tremor to his body, but the hug told her something else too. Normally, Kiyoomi shied away from public affection. Crowds made him anxious, interviews were something he avoided, and he was laughingly awkward when it came to interacting with fans. The fact that he felt comfortable enough around his teammates to show the softer side of himself, that craved touch as any person did, filled her with warmth.

         Seeing his teammates teasing him loosened the knot of worry she normally carried with her. They’d take care of him when she couldn’t.

[happyandticklish]

The Human Experience

Notes: Picked back up The Vampire Chronicles, and was hit with a burst of inspiration. I may or may not have fallen in love with these two, so have this self-indulgent piece I wrote.

Summary: Armand remembers an old human habit from his past and is eager to try it out with his new roommate. 

Daniel wasn’t sure why he had agreed to this.

His arms were held loosely above him and folded behind his head as he lay on one of Armand’s many silk beds. They had considered bondage but in the end Daniel shot him down, claiming that Armand was already strong enough as it was.

When Armand had first said he was interested in tickling, Daniel had wanted to laugh. And he had, a lot, though Armand said he did not find the subject as humorous. He explained he had seen it in one of his many movies littered around their mansion and wanted to try it out for himself. Of course tickling had always existed and Armand was no stranger to it. Still, it was yet another experience he wanted to try with Daniel, and in the end he had reluctantly agreed. It was growing increasingly difficult to deny Armand, and though Daniel liked to put the blame on Armand’s mind tricks, the more truthful answer was that he didn’t like to disappoint him.

Now Armand sat beside him on the bed, fully dressed up to the neck though Daniel himself was reduced to boxers. It both aggravated and excited Daniel whenever Armand dressed up, imprisoning the skin made beautiful with immortality. His hair was cut short for the occasion and it hung gently by his ears, out of the way.

“Where should I start?” He spoke with feigned innocence, his palm resting gently on Daniel’s chest. Normally the latter would luxuriate in the touch, but given the circumstances he felt a little on edge.

“Wherever you like,” Daniel retorted, slightly huffily.

Armand slowly lifted his hand and immediately Daniel tensed. He dragged a single finger down his chest and stomach, circling back up his side and teasing the edge of his armpit before repeating the process. Daniel gripped the sheet, gritting his teeth at the light touch. Still, he couldn’t bring himself to laugh, as he knew once he did he wouldn’t be able to stop.

Armand quickly grew bored of the light teasing and suddenly dug into his hips, a spot that was apparently very ticklish. Daniel jumped, letting slip a garbled, choking sound.

“That’s interesting,” Armand commented, continuing to tease the spot with his fingernails now, spidering over the taut skin.

Daniel arched up against the bed, one of his hands shooting down to grab his slender wrist. “Don’t.”

Armand raised an eyebrow at the rebellion, allowing Daniel to hold his wrist. “I thought we were in agreement about this. What, did you think it would not tickle?”

Daniel flushed at his use of the word and turned his face to the side. “No, I… I just… not right there, okay?”

Armand sighed dramatically, which was his way of agreeing. Daniel reluctantly released his hand, and immediately Armand’s nails were crawling up his sides with much more devilish intention than before. Daniel gasped and made an embarrassing squeaking noise, lifting his hips off the bed. He didn’t want to look but his eyes seemed drawn to the hand that stroked, pinched and tickled all across his torso.

When giggles were finally pulled out of him, Armand found himself smiling as well. Daniel never seemed to understand why someone like Armand spent so much time and effort with a simple mortal like himself. As Armand watched him now, though—flushed and laughing and reacting in a way that was so deliciously human—he could not imagine how Daniel couldn’t understand his interest.

He did not say that however, instead merely, “You should laugh like this more. It suits you.”

“I c-can’t—Armahand!” Daniel groaned in frustration, throwing his head back against the pillows.

“What is it my love?”

“It—it fuhucking t-tickles!”

“I’m well aware of that. What exactly do you hope to prove with that statement?”

“Juhust—” Daniel waved a hand vaguely—“l-lighten uhup a bit.”

“Mmm…” Armand mused and jerked his hands downwards suddenly, squeezing sharply.

Daniel lurched up, eyes bugging out of his head as his hands coming down to wrap around Armand’s wrists, which in turn gripped his hipbones in the most agonizing way.

“Armand!” he cried through his laughter, frantically attempting to pull his hands away to no avail. “Armand, Armand, stohop! Stohop, p-plehease!”

Armand chuckled, but complied, releasing his hips. Daniel sighed, rubbing the spot protectively. “That’s not funny,” he said, not removing his hands. “I’m not going to go along with this if you don’t stop when I ask.”

“But then where is the adventure?” Armand asked, curling up beside him, one hand gently walking up Daniel’s side. Daniel twitched, slowly moving his hands back above his head. “How can you lose control if I comply with your wishes one hundred percent of the time?”

“I don’t want to lose control,” Daniel protested, not sure if he entirely believed it when he said it. “You want me to.”

“Alright,” Armand consented, flashing him a placating grin. “I’ll respect your wishes.”

“Why do I not believe that?” Daniel grumbled.

“You know the word to say if you want it all to end,” Armand reminded him. “All you have to do is say it and I’ll stop—I noticed you didn’t, however.”

Daniel opened his mouth, but in the end could find no protest. The other was right. The two had established a safe word in the very beginning, quickly realizing that with Armand’s strength on hand, it was probably good to have a fail-safe. Vampire. Daniel had picked it with a smirk because he knew it would cause Armand to scowl at him in that endearing way of his.

Now though, a glittering smile waited at his lips. “Alright, if not your hips, let’s try somewhere new.” Daniel tensed at the words. Armand placed his hands on either side of him, gently walking his fingers up. Anticipation coiled in Daniel’s arms as the fingers stopped at the top of his ribs. He didn’t breathe, waiting for something to happen. Armand didn’t move for the longest time, just staring down at him with that infuriating grin that Daniel both adored and hated. A laugh slipped out unwittingly, and then another, and then Daniel was full on giggling, groaning at the wait.

“I’m hardly even touching you,” Armand commented in surprise, his fingers still except for the occasional twitch that brought Daniel into another laughing fit.

“I know what you’re going to do!” Daniel said, cringing under his touch. “J-Just doho it!”

“So to clarify, you want me to tickle you?” Armand asked, raising a perfectly styled eyebrow.

“You’re the wohorst. I actually hate you right now.”

“You still haven’t answered my question.”

“No!” Daniel insisted, full on grinning now. “I mean… I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” Armand asked, tapping his fingers. “Do you want me to or not?”

“Fine, fine, get it over with, just tickle me alreheheheady!”

He broke into laughter as Armand finally moved his fingers up, delicately wiggling over the sensitive skin of his underarms. Daniel slammed his head back against the pillow, twisting from side to side as much as he could in his current predicament. Two seconds in however, his arms came slamming down protectively on either side of him.

“Ohohoho my gohod,” he giggled, slowly moving his arms back up after Armand retreated his touch. “Fuck.”

He noticed the other smiling at him and flushed. “What?”

“I love how sensitive you are,” Armand commented, his voice softening with affection as he spoke the words. He leaned down, making as though he were going to kiss the other, but settled for a gentle peck on his forehead instead. His hair fell down in curtains around him, his hand gently cupping the side of his face. “It’s intoxicating.”

The red spread rapidly from his cheeks, until Daniel was almost the same shade as the other’s hair. “Oh.” It was unfair how easily the other could fluster him, especially with Daniel in such a vulnerable position.

“Maybe we should go somewhere else then, start light?” Armand suggested, pulling away casually and leaving Daniel to try to collect himself. “Your torso seems far too ticklish for you to withstand—at least for right now anyway.”

For some reason, Daniel felt a beat of disappointment at his words. Sure it had been unbearable, but a part of him already missed the other’s touch. Still, he nodded, shifting a bit on the mattress. “Uh, sure, yeah. That makes sense. Where, ah, where were you thinking?”

Instead of a verbal response, Daniel was answered with long nails fluttering over the skin of his neck, startling a squeak out of him. Fuck. That really tickled. He hadn’t been tickled there in so long, as it was a fairly uncommon place for people to go for right off the bat. He scrunched his shoulders up protectively, but no matter how he tried to protect himself, Armand would simply move to the other side. The cycle repeated until Daniel was soon lost in a fit of giggles.

“Really? Here too?” Armand exclaimed in surprise, gently scratching under his chin and making Daniel splutter over his own laughter. “I had assumed this wouldn’t be as bad, but if anything, this appears to be worse than before.”

Worse. Better. Daniel really couldn’t decide. His arms were down now, gripping his arms as he fought to stop from batting the other’s hands away. He was sure he looked ridiculous, a grown man squirming and squealing over a little tickling, but he could hardly help his reactions.

“Ah! Aharmand! Plehease!” he begged, not sure what he was pleading for the other to do—stop? Continue? His eyes were squeezed shut; it was too much to try to face the other like this.

“You know, I don’t think I’d be able to turn you even if I wanted to,” Armand commented lightly, having far too much fun. “There’s no way I could get my mouth anywhere near this sensitive neck of yours.”

“Shuhuhuhut uhuhuhup!” Daniel whined, finally reaching up to try and grab the other’s hands after exploring fingers discovered the horrendously sensitive spot behind his ears. Armand was quick however, and in a flash he had captured the other’s wrists, pinning them safely out of the way above his head. Daniel’s eyes widened, his heart skipping a beat in his chest.

“I’m afraid I can’t afford you getting in the way,” Armand said, his words holding a light, teasing air to them that had Daniel shifting nervously under him. The former braced one hand on the pillow besides him, before leaning down and gently pressing a kiss to the side of his neck. Daniel tensed, knowing everything Armand could do to him in this position—how easy it would be to sink his fangs in. Armand was gentle, however, placing an array of kisses all over his neck, leading down to his collarbone.

That was when Daniel caught onto his game. He closed his eyes, feeling the grin once more slide involuntarily onto his features. Armand’s lips were soft, devastatingly soft, and he felt his shoulders slowly rising in protection as a giggle slipped out. “A-Armand!”

“I imagine,” Armand mused, his words sending vibrations across his skin that made Daniel squeak. “It would go a little something like this. Trying to find just the right place, where I could bite without draining you completely.”

“Stop!” Daniel pleaded, laughing already as his legs kicked out, the only way he could express just how much it tickled. He tugged on his arms, but he knew already that fighting against Armand was like fighting against stone. “T-This ihisn’t fair, wait—!”

“Teeth dragging gently against your skin. Your heart beat an open invitation.” The words he spoke were dangerous ones, that in another circumstance would’ve made Daniel cautious. But he could recognize by now the playful undertones that spoke of Armand’s true intentions. It only made it worse, his anticipation growing as the latter drew it out. “And then, once I’ve gotten you all riled up—”

“Dohohon’t!”

“I’ll strike!”

Daniel fell into a fit of uproarious laughter as the other blew a large raspberry against his neck, writhing on the bed in an attempt to somehow get away. “AHAHARMAND! NOHOHOHO!”

Another, and another, and another, until Daniel was a mess underneath him, his hair pasted to his forehead, his cheeks aching from laughing. He couldn’t stop laughing even after Armand drew away, releasing his hands. He curled up, burying his face into the pillow as he tried to regain coherency.

“Are you quite alright?” Armand asked, trying to hide the amusement from his voice.

“I hate you,” Daniel mumbled into the pillow, his face burning an embarrassing shade of red as he tried to hide the lingering grin on his face. “You are the worst and I hate you.”

Armand blinked for a moment, before raising an eyebrow with an affectionate smile. “Is that so?”

Daniel nodded resolutely.

“Are you sure about that?”

“Yes.”

Armand gently walked his fingers up the other’s exposed side, who in turn yelped and clutched the pillow tighter. “Completely?”

“Y-Yes!” Daniel insisted, laughter already breaking through his words despite himself.

The vampire scratched his ribs gently, enjoying the way the other squawked and flailed under the sudden touch. “Are you absolutely sure—”

“Ohohokay, ohokay, Ihihi dohon’t!” Daniel swatted at his hands frantically, squirming away from him.

“I don’t know…” Armand said innocently, crawling over to him. “I think you might need more persuasion.”

Daniel’s eyes widened and he scrambled away from the other. The rest of the night was filled with laughter and clumsy hands, until the two were too exhausted to continue, curled lazily in each other’s arms. Daniel closed his eyes contentedly, and decided that maybe he would engage Armand more in his ideas from now on. 

[chillwithaster]

SUMMARY: “Wo ho ho there, Kaedehara, where do you think you’re going?” Venti and Xiao moved to grip each of his wrists. If Kazuha had not known any better, he would think they were shackles by how deathly their holds were.

Venti gave him a light smile. As if he’s going to let this bleach-streaked, toothpaste-hogger fiend anywhere close to his date to the-

“Your date?” Xiao started.

Whoops, did he say that out loud?

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“Well, this is most unfortunate.”

Venti could already feel the caffeine in his systems fuel his flight-or-fight response as he saw not one but two of his roommates standing outside the library.

He really needed a drink and pronto.

This was supposed to be his shining moment; the ballad to end all ballads; the righteous bard’s claim to a golden prince’s heart after their loveless rendezvous.

Venti had finally gotten the courage to ask Aether out to the Ludi Harpastum Dance – one of the most anticipated events in the entirety of their university. It was known as a Mondstadtian custom that he himself absolutely adored for its flowers, games, cuisines, and especially romantic atmosphere.

It was going to be perfect, really.

But no, Barbatos above and mighty, these – unsultry fiends decided to rain over such a wonderful parade.

“Agreed.” He shot a half-hearted glare at the white-haired male next to him, who had decided to dress-up from his usual plain tees and jeans.

Instead, Kazuha was wearing a half-buttoned black blazer (one that Venti swore was his, mind you) with black skinny jeans and a white polo-shirt. His hair was tied tighter than his usual lopsided ponytail, and Venti swore the other’s glasses had never been cleaner.

Now, though Venti was quite ecstatic to see his friend out of his usual horrendous fashion-style, he was visibly irked by the bouquet of Carnations in Kazuha’s arms.

“Move. You’re blocking the entrance.” The other two broke from their staring contest to find slitted amber hues.

For as long as Venti knew Xiao, even the Contemporary Music major knew his roommate looked good in a turtleneck.

And unfortunately for him, Xiao knew that too.  

Sporting a sleeveless dark green turtleneck and a black leather jacket fastened firmly around his waist, Xiao glared from behind the brown, large toy dragon plushie he was hugging.

“Uh excuse me.” Venti chirped, a hand to his hip to assert his dominance as their senior. “I was here first, mind you. Now buzz off.”

Xiao cocked a brow at him. “Don’t tell me you’re bringing in food to a library.”

The braided boy gawked at him before guiltily looking down at the two boxes of doughnuts in his hands. Boxed in pastel green and white, his warm, delicious, better than what his other roommates could ever bake in their entire life, homemade desserts stared back in shame at the thought of being left behind.

“Of course not!”

Kazuha and Xiao did not believe him.

“Of course…” The Inazuman began before moving past Venti. “Now please excuse me, I need to speak with-“

“Wo ho ho there, Kaedehara, where do you think you’re going?” Venti and Xiao moved to grip each of his wrists. If Kazuha had not known any better, he would think they were shackles by how deathly their holds were.

Venti gave him a light smile. As if he’s going to let this bleach-streaked, toothpaste-hogger fiend anywhere close to his date to the-

“Your date?” Xiao started.

Whoops, did he say that out loud?

Venti turned to his supposed ally as he released Kazuha’s hand. However, despite his fumble, the Cheshire grin on his lips still slashed through. “Yeah. My date to the Ludi Harpastum Dance.”

If looks could kill, Venti would be six feet under.

“Isn’t it quite bold of you to assume he’d want … you?” Kazuha began, scanning him up and down.

“I am offended!” Damn, the senior could feel ten years being subtracted from his time on earth. “And yes I do! Unlike both of you, I’ve known Aether the longest. From all the way ever since he moved here, so that makes me his best friend.”

The other two were not convinced.

“Yeah. Friend.” Venti wanted to hurl something hard into Xiao’s smirk. “And aren’t you more mature than that? For such an old man, you’d think you’d be past using the length of a relationship to measure its worth.”

“I agree with Xiao.” Kazuha hissed from behind, and Venti almost held a high grin at knowing why he was so defensive. Kazuha only had a month in his little pool of Aether interactions, so he knew he stood no chance if that was the criterion. “One’s closeness mustn’t be measured by how much – but rather how well – that time spent together was.”

Venti rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, sure, whatever.”

Honestly, he had not expected this. Especially not from these two.

Venti had always assumed that Xiao wanted nothing to do with relationships, especially since Xiao had made it quite crystal clear to anyone that had tried making moves on him that he was not interested. Same goes for Kazuha, who seemed to be more inclined to pour his focus into his studies in Literature rather than pursuing a love life.

But alas, here they are.

“Excuse me.” The three snap out of their heated staring contest to find a mop of kempt blond hair behind them.

Albedo stared at the three suspicious figures with a raised brow. As the junior librarian of the campus, it was his job to make sure students were not loitering outside to cause a mess.

“You’re keeping others from entering. If you have no business here, could you please go back to your dormitories.” His eyes shift to the pastries in Venti’s arms. “No food inside.”

Venti could just hear the snickers from behind him.

“Right, of course.” He started. “Sorry, Albedo.”

The three would have moved to allow the blond entrance had Kazuha not seen the striking figure painted diligently on the canvas in Albedo’s arm.

“Wait.” The albino held a hand to Albedo’s shoulder. “That painting…”

The bright crimson on Albedo’s cheeks was already a dead giveaway.

Venti and Xiao stopped in horror before peering over Albedo’s shoulder. Ah shit.

Drawn with the precision only the famed Kreideprinz could attain was a figure basked in golden locks. The figure’s face was turned away ever so slightly from the viewer, framed by light bangs as soft eyes gazed longingly into the sunset behind them. But even without seeing any other details, the two already knew who this was.

Suddenly, a plushie and a batch of doughnuts just felt sad.

Albedo turned to face the trio, shamefully hiding the portrait behind his figure.

“You like Aether?” Venti began.

“Yes, and what of it?” Albedo brought his jacket’s sleeve to his mouth, covering the bright blush he was harboring. “I don’t believe that I have any reason to be quite ashamed of such…and for you to be so scrutinizing…”

The three stared at him like kicked puppies.

“Why are you staring at me like that?”

Albedo stopped and looked at the gifts in their hands.

“Ah.”

The weight of the situation just immediately dawned on the four.

“It seems the captor of ours hearts knows no restraint.” Kazuha sighed wistfully.

Xiao said nothing, but a nod was sufficient.

“…Are you all here to also ask him to the dance?” Albedo leaned on the door.

Even without an answer, he already knew.

“We can’t just go in there.” Xiao sighed. “It’ll end in a disaster, trust me.”

“But we cannot just let such an opportunity pass.” Venti saw how Kazuha was almost ready to barge in the doors for himself.

“Right, right, calm down there, he’s not going anywhere.” Venti offered.

Albedo moved to turn around, and the three watched him peer through the library’s wooden doors.

There seated amongst several stacks of books was their culprit. Aether had a textbook over his head and a whale pillow under his folded arms. With how slow his chest was rising, the four knew he was asleep.

“I should scold him next time. The library is not his bedroom.” Albedo smiled fondly at the figure, and the other three could only stare in defeat.

There was no way they could just barge in there and disturb his peace like that. Especially not when he looks so exhausted. Aether would just be overwhelmed by all their invitations, and the last thing they wanted was to be a burden to their beloved.

“So, now what?” Venti moved out of the way, glancing in confusion at the other three.

Kazuha and Xiao shared a look, but it was Albedo that first opened his mouth.

“We should take him to a date. A proper one. One from each of us. And one where we could help him alleviate his stress and show him a good time.”

The three stopped in consideration.

Albedo continued. “Think about it. He’s quite exhausted. If our feelings for him are genuine, then we should be willing to console him when he needs us the most. And only then – perhaps -  he can decide who he wishes to take to the dance.”

Venti had wished his first date with Aether were under different circumstances.

But at the same time…he isn’t against the thought of spoiling Aether silly. Even if it is shared sentimentally with three other people.

After a moment, it was Kazuha that gave an opinion. “But we should set ground rules. If the purpose of this date to help Aether unwind, it is imperative that none of us ask him to the dance.”

“Why?” Xiao crossed his arms. “Then wouldn’t that just render our dates pointless?”

“Not quite.” Kazuha offered a smile. “Aether’s happiness should come first.”

Xiao agreed in a heartbeat.

“Okay, let’s go with that.” Venti smiled at the prospect.

Yeah, Aether’s happiness is the topmost priority. And if none of them could provide that for Aether, then Venti thinks that none of them (himself included) are worthy of Aether’s kindness!

“But…” His thoughts blank. “Can I go last?”

“Why?” Albedo raised a brow.

“My paycheck doesn’t come until next Thursday.”

If his peers had one thing in common, it was how stupid they could make someone feel just by staring.

“I had to cut back time for my classes, okay? Sheesh!” Venti argued.

“Then that’s settled.” Albedo sighed.

“May I go first?” Kazuha offered, and though none of the other males seemed to object, Xiao was quick to reply with a sharp ‘why’. The albino bashfully chuckled. “There is a musical I have been meaning to bring him to that is in three days. It would be a shame to miss it.”

There were no objections.

Albedo raised an open palm, only to be met with several blank stares.

“A form of contract. May the best man win.”

The blonds lips were quirked upward slightly, and though apprehensive, Venti shook his hand.

Venti wasn’t the smartest person, but he wasn’t dumb either.

He may not know a lot when it comes to studies, but he knows one thing.

When these three wanted something, they would break the earth just to get their way.

“Indeed! May the winds guide you in your endeavor.”

But it also takes one to know one.

[skellebonez]

Where He Was (FreeNoodles Fanfic)

HEY @ninja-knox-ur-sox-off I HEARD IT WAS YOUR BIRTHDAY! So first off: HAPPY BIRTHDAY (SLIGHTLY LATE MAYBE I AM SORRY) ! Second: because it’s your birthday I wrote you some FreeNoodles! This could be considered a sequel to that fill I wrote of Pigsy revealing he is Zhu Bajie with some headcanons and other FreeNoodles fills referenced for fun. It’s a slightly different style from what I normally do but I hope you like it!

Here’s an AO3 link! (Chapter 2 is the fill this is a sequel to)

Tang never imagined that he would end up where he was at this exact moment.

Thinking back on it, he supposed it started back when he had met Pigsy. The noodle shop was recently opened, not yet having the eye catching neon sign of MK's design, and he had decided to take a gamble. If the food was better than his usual lunch spot, great! And if it wasn't at least he had tried something new.

In the end the food was absolutely amazing, but that wasn't the only reason he kept coming back. After a few days of eating he started to really notice the owner, Pigsy the chef and seemingly only employee in the entire shop, and picked up on the way he just... changed in different situations. For most customers he was cordial and polite but when they were a regular he seemed to open up more and relax, showing off his gruff sense of humor and caring nature. He noticed how there seemed to be specific regulars he took the time out of his day to talk to specifically, how he had a soft spot for kids (and he would never forget the time he saw a very tired student was short on money and Pigsy just rang him up for a smaller bowl and refused to take his offer to wash dishes to pay the difference), and how when there were no other customers around he would sometimes forget Tang was still sitting in the back of the shop and he would smile in a way he just didn't around others while he prepared the ingredients for other batches of soup.

He slowly started sitting at the bar, hoping that he would work up the courage to start actually talking to him and in time he did. Maybe... flirt a little for reasons he didn’t really think about too hard... He fumbled it poorly and made a fool of himself, forgetting both his own wallet and to even attempt to pay, but Pigsy had taken pity on him and asked him to come back and that soft only half exasperated and amused look on his face made the scholar flush and realize... he had indeed developed a bit of a crush on the other man.

The more time he spent in the shop the more he began to realize that it was more than a bit, but after his initial horrifically failed attempts of flirting he decided to just try befriending the pig and see how things went from there. And for the longest time this worked fabulously, the two of them growing closer and closer and he realizing that, somehow, Pigsy reminded him more than a bit of a softer Zhu Bajie of the old stories. He had managed to finish every item on the menu and even see his own playful suggestions incorporated (and he would never let Pigsy hear the end of that) as well. This had been going great... and then MK had disappeared.

He had found it odd that he hadn't seen the young man while working his extra shifts at the library in a couple days. Normally he had such a regular schedule, and Mei hadn't shown up either, but it hadn't been the first time they had skipped a day or two due to something like a new game release or the airing of a new Monkey King related show or movie. It wasn't until he had gone to the noodle shop on what should have been two days after his birthday that he realized not only had MK also been a regular of Pigsy's Noodles (and what a coincidence that the boy he had taken under his wing was not only friends with the girl who he was close family friends with and considered family herself, but all three were regulars of the same shop) but he had been coming in almost as long as Tang had on a slightly different schedule. Soon it became three days, then four, then nearly a week. Neither Pigsy or Mei had seen him at all and Tang really wished he knew where the boy lived. Pigsy had been been growing more and more worried and anxious and then one day Tang came in and he was just not worried anymore.

He had run out from behind the counter and yelled his name and hugged him and said "we found him, MK's ok!" and he had never seen the other man look so relieved and angry at the same time as he started going on about how his parents had kicked him out and Pigsy had been thinking of starting a delivery service and now MK was living in the old room he didn't really use above the shop... and that was when Tang knew he didn't have a crush on Pigsy.

He'd accidentally fallen for him.

Completely.

He's seen MK soon after the same day, learned the whole story (and how he would love to join Pigsy for a "chat" with the then 18 year old's parents), and overtime they settled into a routine. Pigsy helped MK get his license and get used to living on his own and working, Tang came by nearly every day for noodles and to check in, Mei and MK hung out in the shop after hours, and once again things had been going so well for a few months.

Unfortunately for Tang, it seemed they could never go long without something eventful happening anymore because one day he went to work with an apartment and left work to find he didn't have one anymore. A fire, they had said, bad enough that the building needed to be demolished as soon as possible. He was lucky, he lived on the side with the least damage and most of his belongings were safe, but he had nowhere to go. He lived too far from any of his family to receive any immediate help from them and he couldn't afford to stay in hotels for very long. The only thing he could think to do was grab his laptop from his apartment and make a second trek to Pigsy's Noodles and look for any apartment listing he could afford no matter how poor quality it may be.

He didn't get very far before Pigsy frowned and said "I have a spare room at my place".

Tang had tried to argue, to turn him down, face flushing in embarrassment and unspoken "no Pigsy you don't understand I'm in love with you I can't" floating just on the tip of his tongue. But the pig had grabbed his hand and held it tight before he brought him noodles he had not ordered with a smile and a whispered "you look like you need them" and he couldn't say no. So he moved in.

It was awkward for a time, getting used to a new home and having a roommate and seeing Pigsy out of his work clothes and getting to know him more and more and he shouldn't have been surprised to learn he was just as particular about his tea as he was his noodles. That was fine as Tang was as well in the same way. Soon his belongings left his room, his kitchenware were used as much as what was here and books were left on the coffee table and it felt less like a place he was staying and more like his home.

True to form something else happened, this time MK finding the staff of the Monkey King of all things and really he didn't need to mull the last few months over in his mind. It had all been a whirlwind of one thing after the other but he remembered them well enough. Only one moment stood out in his mind that helped to bring him right here and now.

Less than a week prior he learned that his Pigsy and the Zhu Bajie were one and the same.

One minute he was on the roof of a four story building across from the noodle shop and Pigsy was Pigsy, the next he was falling and Pigsy was Not Pigsy and instead a large behemoth of a large tusked demon catching him as he plummeted to what would have been either his death or an excessively long stay in the hospital, wrapping his entire body around Tang. He’d caught him so carefully he barely even felt the jolt when he landed and made a crater in the street and he felt his heart skip once he was set down and Pigsy- no Zhu Bajie but still Pigsy to him- jumped back onto the building and punched the offending demon so hard they couldn’t even find him afterwards.

They’d sat in the noodle shop and everything was laid on the table and he took another gamble. Just like on that first day he entered Pigsy’s Noodles. He’d climbed on the table they sat at and stopped just short of kissing Pigsy, waiting to see what he would do and then he kissed him first and it was awkward and they didn’t really fit together because he was so big but it was right.

He was such a fool to wait so long but the jolt of something he felt in his chest that made him gasp was worth it. He would have waited twice as long just to feel that moment again.

They couldn’t go home, not with Pigsy as big as he was, so they waited in the shop until he could calm down enough to transform back. Talking, revealing things they felt about each other they never thought they would ever be able to admit like how Tang would just watch Pigsy while he talked to kids because he lit up and how Pigsy would listen to every story Tang told MK and his objections were just so the younger man wouldn’t catch on to his affections for the scholar.

That night was the last night Tang spent in his room alone because neither of them got a single second of sleep as they thought about the other. The first night sleeping in the same bed went much the same way, if not almost worse, their faces heated in embarrassment and disbelief that this was happening keeping them from sleeping any other way than with their backs turned to each other. But at least they eventually fell asleep.

The night after Tang chanced a second kiss as they climbed into bed, taking the lead this time. This time it was like they fit together perfectly and they couldn’t bring themselves to roll over after and eventually they kissed again and again and Tang tucked Pigsy’s head under his chin once he nodded off first and they slept more soundly than he could ever remember.

And then the next night they did the same and Pigsy transformed in his sleep and destroyed their bed and gave Tang the scare of his life.

Learning that Pigsy was apt to transform into his demon form if he was completely at ease and safe made Tang wonder exactly why he had never done this in his sleep before, but he didn’t pry. Instead he laughed softly and kissed him again through the pig’s embarrassment and insisted it was perfectly fine and actually rather sweet as ordered a much larger bed that only barely fit in multiple parts and needed the delivery team to set it up. It was so massive they could fit two of each of them in it and still have room, there was barely any floor left at all, but it would hopefully be just big enough to fit one full sized Pigsy plus one  human sized Tang.

And that’s how Tang ended up where he was at that exact moment.

Laying in a bed much too large for him but perfectly sized for them, one massive demon curled around him and purring so loud Tang could have mistaken him for a motor, both awake but unwilling to move themselves.

“I love you,” Pigsy suddenly said, almost unheard above his purrs but not missed.

“I love you too,” Tang replied, meaning it with all of his being.

He tilted his head up as Pigsy leaned further down, their lips meeting in another chaste but right kiss.

[katiea03]

❣︎Moving In With The Haikyuu Guys❣︎

❣︎Warnings❣︎: None other then a tiny bit of spice 🤏🏽

❣︎Genre❣︎: Fluff

❣︎Featuring❣︎: Tanaka,Nishinoya,Akaashi,Kenma, and Ushijima

❣︎A/N❣︎: I really like this idea a lottttttt. I decoded to add a random drabble for when you guys are moved in too. It’d be pretty cool if you gusy sent request so send awayyyyyy. Anywhoo Enjoy :)

Tanaka:

Moving in with this man will be just as chaotic as him.

You guys had spent a long time looking at apartments because you guys wanted to be sure it was perfect.

So when you guys finally get the keys, Tanaka will be carrying you bridal style through the door and speeds around the place.

“RYU PUT ME DOWN!”

“Can’t babe, we gotta practice for later!”

He continues to speed around the apartment finally stopping in the kitchen.

He places you on the counter and looks at you with the widest smile

“This is it baby, just you and me.”

He gives you the sweetest kiss before throwing off his shirt off

“Let’s do this!”

If it was up to him, he wouldn’t of had you lift anything but you insisted on helping

But that doesn’t mean he’s gonna let you lift anything too heavy.

By the end of the day, you guys have successfully moved in all the boxes and the very few pieces of furniture you guys did own.

But you guys forgot to buy food… so ordering in it is.

I could easily imagine the two of you pigging out on Chinese food on the floor as you imagine how you two are gonna decorate the place.

You both were exhausted so after sharing a quick shower, you both passed out on the mattress the two of you had set up on the floor.

Tanaka held you extra tight that night, knowing every night would be as amazing as this one.

Random Scenario

You were enjoying a little alone time just scrolling through your phone while you waited for Tanaka to come home from the corner store. All you wanted was a bag of chips, so you were starting to get concerned seeing as he still wasn’t back yet. You knew something was wrong. You hear the door slam and you sit up.“What did you do Ryu?”

He comes from the hallway with a cage.

“Okay babe hear me out!”

“What is that?!” You stand up and walk up to him

“It’s a hamster.” You stare down at the cage with the tiny dwarf hamster as its little beady eyes blinked up at you. Shit its cute.

“I got the cage and food and everything she needs.”

Your lips turned into a pout “It’s a she?”

“Yup!” Dammit! You’re supposed to be mad.

“How much did all this cost?” You almost don’t wanna know.

“Don’t worry about it.” Tanaka places the cage on the counter and reaches into a plastic bag.

“Oh- and I got your chips.”

You were probably gonna strangle him… but he’ll live.

Nishinoya:

Moving in with Noya… is an experience and a half

And probably the most unorganized if we’re being honest.

This man didn’t label any of his boxes and kinda just threw everything together.

He also has a lot of stuff.

He’s traveled a lot so he has a bunch of knick knacks.

You guys walk into your small but homey apartment and he sighs

He looks back and forth between the kitchen and living area.

“Man the sex is gonna be GREAT!” You smack his chest hard.

“We have neighbors!”

“Oh yea!”

Will your neighbors hate you guys, probably.

Noya has music blasting as you move in all your stuff and it isn’t until after dark you guys get everything.

You close and lock the front door and wipe your forehead.

Noya walks into the middle of the living room and starts taking off his shirt

“Yu what are you doing?”

He continues to remove his clothes until he is stripped down to his boxers

“We have to set some rules in this house! Rule number one, no clothes allowed!”

He goes to remove the last piece of clothing but you run and stop him.

“STOP We don't have curtains!”

Does the night end with you guys “breaking in” the new apartment

Yes, yes it does 😉

Random Scenario

Living with Nishinoya taught you a lot. And you guys definitely learned a lot about each other. One thing is that he loves spa days. You guys have made it a tradition to have a relaxing day together full of face masks and long soaks in the tub every Sunday. He loves it when you tie his hair up with a scrunchie as you paint his face with clay masks. He surprised you one Sunday with matching bathrobes with your initials on it. You excitedly changed into it and followed the same ritual as always. You guys had gotten new bath bombs and best believe the man was excited. He always lets you get in first and he slides in behind you. You place the bath bomb in and lean against him as you close your eyes. He rubs his hands up and down your body as he lays soft kisses on your shoulders.

“You know I love you right.” He softly kisses the nape of your neck.

“Mmhmm I know. I love you too” You turn and caress his cheek.

“I could fall asleep like this.”

“Me too.” You get comfortable laying against his chest and try your best not to drift off in his arms.

Akaashi:

Akaashi would be the most organized when it comes to moving. Everything is placed away neatly in boxes and of course labeled (With his label maker of course).

He would never use garbage bags to pack stuff

He would have everything separated based on category.

For sure the thing that would take the longest would be his books.

This man has a mini library I swear

So best believe it would probably take a day to organize his books the way he likes.

“Oh my god why are these books so heavy.”

“Cause they are all hardcover”

He takes the boxes from you and you quickly realize that a lot of his stuff is his books

Of course you guys are lacking furniture for a while but that’s partially because you guys have a hard time deciding what pieces you should get.

Akaashi needed an office for sure with his job.

You would surprise him with a really nice bookcase, cause there is no way his old one would work here.

Random Scenario

Akaashi is a really hard worker, and though he is not exactly where he wants to be in his career, he still gives it his all. It is a pretty demanding job, so there have been many sleepless nights for him. He usually falls asleep a lot at his desk. Tonight was another one of those nights. You wake up in the middle of the night to see his side of the bed untouched. You sleepily climb out of bed and walk straight to his office. You slowly creek open the door.

“Keiji, are you awake?” You get no response. You walk further into the room to see him slumped over his desk with his glasses hanging off his face. You push the strands of hair away from his face and gently shake him awake. His eyes flutter open and he quickly shoots up in his chair.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep here.” He rubs the sleep from his eyes and sits up cracking his back.

“It’s okay, just come to bed. Your work will be here in the morning,” You take his hand and walk back to the room with him. He quickly slides back into bed and forces himself to keep his eyes open until you’re in bed with him. As soon as you are under the covers he knocks out. You softly brush your hand over his face before falling back asleep yourself.

Kenma:

Kenma isn’t exactly the easiest person to move in with. Not because of anything bad, but because this man just hates the essence of moving.

Packing up all your stuff to move it and to take it all out again

It really sucks

And it honestly kind of stresses him out.

Especially with his gaming setup. He was sure to pack all his equipment as best he could.

And during the moving process he didn’t have the time to stream so that kinda bothered him too.

But because of all the stress, he is that much more grateful when you guys have finished moving in.

With your help, he managed to put a temporary set up with his chair so he could finally stream again.

When it comes to decorating, he doesn’t really care. If you like it, he likes it.

Probably would ban Kuroo from coming over.

“Kozu, Kuroo is asking to hang out.”

“Tell him no”. He continues to focus on his game.

“Why not? You haven’t seen him in a while.”

“And I would like to keep it that way.”

You wrap your arms over his shoulder and kiss his cheek.

“Well I already invited him for dinner.”

You knew he secretly wanted to see him, he just had a weird way of showing it

And in the end, you three had a great night together.

Random Scenario

You are about to throw the switch at the television as Kenma won another round of Super Smash Bros. He sits back on the couch with a smug grin on his face and you kick him lightly.

“Again! I’m gonna beat you at least once!” You sit at the end of the couch leaning forward as you start the round for the twentieth time tonight.

“ You know, it gets kinda boring winning all the time.” He yawns.

“Oh shut up, I’m gonna win this time!”

“If you say so.”

You are practically slamming your hands against the buttons and it is doing nothing in your favor.

Kenma laughs out loud as your health bar goes down quickly. You quickly retaliate with the same kick over and over, blocking him into a corner. You scream as you get a lead on him and slowly take down his health.

“Stop using the same moves.” Kenma sits forward a bit annoyed as it is actually working.

“Don’t be salty now”

It becomes an intense match but you ultimately lose. You throw yourself over Kenma’s lap as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“It’s not fair!” You whine out as he lays his hands comfortably on your waist.

“You tried your best” He teased as you leaned in to give him a quick kiss. You lean back with a pout and get off his lap.

“What?” He stands up and reaches for you but you go running down the hall.

“You want a kiss, you’re gonna have to catch me!” Kenma questions whether or not he should take part in your juvenile game but it doesn’t take much convincing as runs after you.

Ushijima:

Moving in with Ushy Gushyyyyyyyyy😩 (I’m sorrry)

Moving in with Ushijima is surprisingly pretty easy

But the one condition was that you had to get house plants

And a lot of them!

But that’s okay, cause they are all your plant babies

(He names them all)

You guys also needed a balcony, it didn’t have to be a big one, but enough to have some plants outside as well as at least 2 chairs.

The apartment was perfect for you both. Plenty of space for both you and him along with all your babies.

Moving all your stuff was really easy and Ushijima didn’t let you lift a finger.

“Toshi can I please do something! There are so many boxes.”

“I told you sweetheart I got it.”

You crossed your arms as you pouted.

But you gotta say, for doing all the moving by himself, he got it done really quick.

And it was a nice view if you know what I mean 😏

Man rolled up his sleeves and mmmmhmmm

Anywhoooooo

The plants were last and you both took your time placing them around the house.

Did you have any furniture

No

But you have plants so you’ll be fine

Random Scenario

Your mornings started way earlier ever since you moved in. Him being an early riser stuck with you too. You climb out of bed wearing a big T-shirt of his and find Ushijima sitting shirtless with two cups of hot tea on the balcony. You open the sliding door and he turns around.

“Good morning darling.” You lean over and kiss his forehead.

“Morning Toshi.” You sit in your respective seat and he passes you the hot mug,

The sun is slowly rising as you both peacefully sip your tea. You lay your legs over his lap and his calloused hands run up and down your bare legs.

“Have you already watered the plants?”

“Yea, right before you got up.”

You mumble a response and continue looking out towards the sunrise. You listened as he softly went over his plans for the day; he was going to be super busy with practice. But that didn’t matter. In this moment it was just you and him and all your plant babies.

[allthefallendemons]

Change (Lucifer Morningstar x Reader)

Lucifer Morningstar x Reader One Shot

a/n: hi quick lil note! I’ll be publishing this on my ao3 as well (allthefallenangels) so yeah! I hope you enjoy :)

Content Warnings: Cussing, Angst

Brief Summary: After a damaging breakup with Lucifer, the reader experiences drastic changes to herself and her personality. Unsure if this is for her own greater good, Lucifer confronts her.

Word Count: 1.6k

PART 2

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It had been exactly six days, two hours, and twenty-three minutes since you were last in a relationship with Lucifer Morningstar. The two of you were keeping things steady, enjoying every moment you spent with one another. That was until Lucifer decided he was bored with you, finding his next exciting plaything. So, here you were, sitting on your couch and devouring your third tub of ice cream and watching Friends. "How does Ross Geller manage to keep a stable relationship when I can't even keep one going for five months," you grumbled quietly to yourself, getting up from the couch as your big baggy blanket hung over you. "God, I am LA's Ross Geller," you shrugged off the blanket, throwing the rest of your ice cream into the freezer. Shifting over from the fridge to your kitchen counter, you groaned softly. "I don't fucking need him."

grabbing your phone off of the counter and scouring the internet for ways to get over your ex. "Try changing the way you look to make you feel better.." letting out a quiet laugh, you shook your head. "change how?" until the perfect notification popped up on your phone.

A couple of days later, two huge packages arrived in the mail causing you to cheer "Change is good!" taking the two boxes inside and opening them up. Pulling out an eighty dollar makeup palette, you grinned. "Lucifer Morningstar, consider yourself erased from my life. I've got a new significant other." Opening the rest of the box, you began to apply your very first makeup look with the help of some youtube tutorial. Once that was finished, your eyes widened at how different you looked. Natural looks have always been your go-to style, something Lucifer always found unique about you. Opening the other box, the sharp smell of leather filled your nostrils. "Holy shit.." you murmured, taking out a beautiful red leather jacket. You slid the coat on, grinning as it shaped your curves and perfectly defined your body. "How's this for a change." you purred softly to yourself, nodding as you looked in the mirror.

You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket, your eyes widening as 'Scientist Ella' popped up on your screen, "Hey Els!! What's up?" already making your way to the door, you knew what she was about to say "I need you to come in, it's an all hands on deck situation in Homicide." she said quickly before hanging up. A small smirk slid across your features, this was the perfect reason to somehow stumble across Lucifer. You were sick of playing by the rules, being the silent follower. It was time to play by your own goddamn rules and not even Lucifer was going to tell you what to do.

Pulling up to the crime scene on your previously abandoned motorcycle, you slid off the bike with a confident grin. "Detective Espinosa!" you cried out, walking over to the previously sullen man. "What are the details on the current case?" you grabbed the file from him, choosing to ignore the shocked look that crossed his features. "Detective L/N, you- you look a little-" "different?" you grinned, your eyes scanning through the file. "Well, yeah! It's not a bad thing though, I.. I heard about what happened with Lucifer." your smile faltered as you glanced up at Daniel, choosing to stay silent. "He's a fucking prick." Dan muttered, looking you in the eyes "He does not deserve you, especially now." his gaze trailed up and down your body. You didn't know how to respond, clenching your fist as you tried to remain professional. "Look, Dan, I think it's flatter-"

"Detective?" an all too familiar voice alongside an all too familiar face entered your vision. "Ah... Lucifer." Your tone was quiet as you took a deep breath, avoiding looking him in the eyes. "I see that you were called in as well..." you trailed off, your chest growing heavy as the broken feeling that had briefly left returned in a rush. "Well, I am the consultant after all!" Lucifer grinned, trying to get you to look him in the eyes. "Yeah, well, whatever. The victim is John Wilkins, a recently retired accountant who just returned from a trip to Italy. His wife said they were looking for a change in pace, not realizing that this trip would be their last." you walked into the house, hearing Lucifer quickly pick up after you. You could feel his gaze burning into the back of your head, knowing he was dying for you to look at him. "Well, it seems that wasn't the only thing that changed," Lucifer muttered, a small smirk crossing your features as you heard his comment.

"Well, sometimes change is for the greater good." you shot back at him, kneeling beside the body and inspecting it. "Excuse me, you can't- Y/N?" Ella's eyes went wide as she looked at you "OMG! You look so different, I didn't even recognize you!" you let out a soft laugh, trying to look over the body. "You're not the only person who said that." you grinned as Ella knelt beside you. "Poor guy, it seems he suffered from lacerations across his main artery. It was a quick death, but the problem is that after he died, the assaulter cut off his right thumb..." Ella trailed off, as you nodded slowly "Perhaps for entry into something? A safe or maybe his phone?" you got up, bumping into Lucifer who was far too close for your own preference.

"Detective, do you mind if we talk?" he muttered into your ear, causing you to cock an eyebrow. Ella shrugged as you glanced over at her before looking back at Lucifer, "yeah, sure, whatever. But make it quick, I'm trying to work for once without being disturbed by your nuisances." you spat at him, trying not to recoil at just how cruel you were. Lucifer nodded to himself, guiding you to a nearby room and shutting the door behind him. "What is this? This isn't you, Detective. You're gentle and nurturing, you've been talking about being free of makeup for the longest time. You told me you preferred it that way, not wanting to spend money on makeup when you could save up for a cat. This new badass look isn't you, Detective. You're soft, you're caring, and you... This just isn't you, darling," you clenched your fist as he called you detective "Just fucking stop" you spat at him. Looking him in the eyes, you could feel all of the words you wanted to tell him bubble in your chest.

"Stop acting as if you care about me, stop calling me detective, and don't fucking act as if nothing happened. Like I was here the entire goddamn time and not gone for ten days. Like nothing fucking happened between us." you snarled, taking a deep breath. "I changed because I need to change, if I didn't do anything about me then I would still be at home. You broke my fucking heart, Lucifer. I am- I was in love with you." You shook your head, looking down at yourself. You could feel yourself get angrier by the minute as Lucifer walked closer to you "I broke up with you to protect you, Y/N. After seeing you get hurt so many times, I didn't want to see you in any more pain." He placed his hand on your shoulder, causing you to immediately swat it off. "don't fucking touch me." Lucifer shared a hurt look with you before doing a 180 turn, not wanting to look at your enraged features. "Look at how well that fucking turned out," you snapped at him, taking one final deep breath before walking over to the mirror. You could feel the barriers break as tears began to flood down your features. Your makeup smeared but you didn't care, you couldn't care, because if you did, it would mean that he won.

"I need you, Lucifer." your frail voice broke the silence, looking at him with big E/C eyes. You felt small in his presence, watching him with wide eyes as he cupped your face. "I didn't... I didn't think I could do this to you..." he murmured, wiping away the smeared makeup. "My dearest, Y/N," he leaned forward, completing the gap between his lips and your own. A wave of emotions crashed through you, trying to resist the urge to kiss him back. To collapse into his arms, tell him that all is forgiven, to be Lucifer's again. You broke away, shaking your head. "No. You don't get to do this," you choked out, pushing him off of you. "You should have talked to me, I didn't deserve this. You ghosted me, sent an 'I can't see you anymore' text and that was it. And to make things worse, you told Mazikeen to keep me out of Lux? Was it to spare me from seeing you all over other people?" you snarled, shaking your head and taking a deep breath. Pinching the bridge of your nose, you whimpered quietly. "I'm just another notch on the Lucifer Morningstar sex belt." you choked out softly.

You walked over to the door, grabbing the handle. "If you want to make things up to me, prove it. I can't- I can't get hurt again," your voice was deep with hurt and shame. "Tell Chloe to take over the case, I'm going home," you murmured, opening the door and with one swift movement, you were gone. Lucifer stared at the empty space where you once were. He stared up to the ceiling, shaking his head "is this what you wanted?" he growled, clenching his fist before punching a hole in the wall. He no longer cared for anything in the world, the only thing he knew was that he was going to get you back.

[dusksmote]

2020 in perspective...

i originally got into south park in 2010, left the fandom in 2011, then nearly a decade later in december, 2019 i came back again. 

January: butters sketch

i hadn’t been in a serious fandom for years, hadn’t drawn or written anything seriously in years. i went on a trip to denver, colorado, and came back ready to get fucking into it. i started writing the longest single work i’ve done to date, Ecstasy (130k, not yet posted). this piece was the first drawing i did this year, while riding the train home from my internship. a shitty little sketch of butters from the fanfic, with mohawk and glasses.

February: latex tweek

still traditional art only. started getting serious about shading, and drew LATEX TWEEK (also from Ecstasy). Finished the 1st draft of the fanfic this month and went into the editing phase.

March: juggalo stan and kyle

why? did i forget to mention everyone in Ecstasy is a juggalo? long story. finished the current (final?) draft of Ecstasy. 

April: stan and mpreg kyle

STILL doing traditional art. started working on my next fanfic project, a prequel to Ecstasy--BUT FIRST i read @blesspastacraig​‘s fanfic Best Laid Plans and it inspired me to write my oneshot Our Fish Alien (2k, complete). Got my Ao3 account this month and decided to post it with some art. hence, style mpreg art. started incorporating prop elements (hospital bed), but still too spooked to try backgrounds. 

my friend @cola-fiend​ convinced me to make a tumblr and post some sketches, ergo here we are. this eventually lead requesters to ask for more mpreg, which snowballed until i made a fucking discord server for it, but i’m getting ahead of myself.

May: fat kyle

the last time i did digital art was 2015 when my tablet broke, then in may i found out there’s free phone apps for drawing. so my first digital drawing in half a decade was fat kyle and his skinny boytoy 😂 by now i’d scrapped my plans for an Ecstasy prequel and had started writing Eat That Lunch (27k, complete), and wanted the art to look better. i started by drawing the lines traditionally then coloring the picture digitally 😬 yikes

June: crimson dawn

now we’re cooking with gas. i watched a few art tutorials and tried drawing something serious with digital line art. i was working on my tiny fucking iphone 5 screen and this piece took over 35 hours 🤘😔 no backgrounds yet

July: tweek and baby

my first commission! @blesspastacraig​ and i are now collaborators and friends and i got to illustrate some of her fanfictions. this one’s from Algorithm! (which i totally helped inspire >_>) blurry ‘baby’s first’ background in there too. i also started writing the sequel to ETL this month, What They Say About Us (50~k, incomplete), but didn’t publish it until september.

August: boxer tweek

first attempt at a lineless, painting style. did this one for tweek’s birthday. not a great first piece for a new art style, but a very important design shift that’s changed how i color completely. also switched to an ipad instead of my small-ass phone screen phew

September: boys eat at shakey’s

posted WTSAU! i wanted to make this fic look super fucking good and probably put more effort than i should have into all the art. BUT, forcing myself to illustrate it is what’s really helped me gain more artistic skills. this is my first scenic piece with full color background. i also started writing my next big fic, Wayward Son (50~k, not yet posted), based in the same universe as @blesspastacraig​‘s fanfic Hungry. it was supposed to be a oneshot and now it’s 95 pages long dammit!! 😭

October: broflovski passover

resumed online classes and creative progress suffered for it 😔 i still managed to put out a lot of work i’m proud of, like this seder scene from WTSAU chapter 3. full background and 8 characters? pssh, can’t scare me. i showed this drawing to my boss, who named it ‘the confused gentile’. oh stan.

November: gunslinger kyle and stan of many moons

honestly? not sure how i survived this month. but i knew the start of december was gonna be worse so i jumped on style week as soon as they put the prompts out (this was the second one i drew). at this point i enjoy painting backgrounds more than the figures in them.

December: style clubhouse

i drew so much stuff this month it’s hard to pick one thing to represent it all, but--the seventh day of style week has a bit of everything i’ve learned. background. colors. lighting. concept. crazy when you compare it to january.

now i’m back to work on putting out WTSAU chapter 5. after that’s done i’ll pick which fanfic to post next and get cracking on art for that. Wayward Son’s in it’s final pages, so i’ll be picking up a new fanfic project in the coming weeks too. 

overall? 2020, you were a wild south park year, just like 2010. i honestly can’t believe how far i’ve come as an artist considering i spent the first 1/3rd of this year sketching on napkins and shit, and here we are. looking forward to all the improvement in 2021 💚💙