#i wanna draw her other forms too…but this is the one i did a while ago and never shared

[fleetways]

finally. the chimera baby super form

due to her particularly strong chaos powers, mira can obtain a mini super form with less than 7 emeralds. depending upon the number of emeralds, her appearance and personality can change quite drastically. this is her with either five or six.

obligatory poll link

[doppel-doodles]

Since everyone is making their own little version of the characters I thought I would join the fun for my Fallen crown Au! These were supposed to be quick little sketches just to get some ideas down but they still took me the whole day:'D will probably change as I draw them but I wanted at least something down on for the time being and I do like how most turned out!

Single versions plus some info and ramblings about each under cut for those interested:

My lamb was mainly based on both, yes the actual player character but also the vibes of my own plathrough which were very "oh god who let this child be in charge?-" while I'll still mostly just call them Lamb I figured they should still have a proper name so I went with my friends @/tamaruaart suggestion as it suits them rather nicely! And most note worthy detail is honestly just the fact that they carry something from each bishops realm on their person now, I like to think they treat those items like little trophies:>

Narinder is probably my weakest I feel like, he definitely needs something to give him some extra "ompf!". I basically made his undertaker fit a sorta reverse or at least loosely inspired by his white robes in game. I imagine he is very boney or a straight up skeleton underneath so he covers it all up beneath heavy fabrics, but because I lack subtly I still covered him in bones regardless-

And yea I kept the veil cause 1. It's a look and 2. It coviently covers up his now sewn shut third eye.

There wasn't much reason behind making him an undertaker, I simply thought it suited him, when your the former god of death you aren't exactly squeamish around corpses. Lastly the dark blues are there to contrast the other followers warm tones, as they kinda seen him as an outcast which is just fine for narinder he isnt exactly thrilled to be here.

I'll put Leshy and Heket together as they were sorta designed as a set.Since they are both youngest among the bishops I sorta latched onto the headcanon that they get along pretty well and just stick together after getting into the cult so they just share a lot of their duties. So I gave them some matching elements like the puffy shorts but also stuff that contrasts like Leshy having looser clothing and Hekets being more tight. Or Heket getting working gloves with a little belt to hold tools plus a hat for the sun, meanwhile Leshy will happily dig through the dirt bare clawed in the sun for hours-

I debated on giving Heket an apron but honestly I think she would only wear one while cooking or tending the farm plots there is no reason for her to wear it casually, the gloves though stay for I reason I utterly love because its PETTY-

Literally the only reason she keeps them on almost constantly is because when the lamb asks she can be like "ew, I'm not touching you with my bare hands." Yes, my humour is broken moving on-

I also gave Leshy a cane just so he actually has something to feel around with when he is areas he isn't too familiar with so he isn't running into crap- on that note, Heket can speak a bit but not exactly loud or for a very long time without seriously hurting her throat, once I properly learn it I definitely wanna draw her using sign language.

Lastly bodies, Leshy was based off a previous drawing I made of him in bishop form, I simply made it less monsterous but he is in charge of chaos so he had to remain a creature- Heket is more straight forward, she is a frog and she is large and in charge.

There was one reason why I made Shamura a tailor and that was the mental image of them sewing the bishops clothes when they were younger and dressing them up all cute.

I went for more pink colors mainly because I thought it better suited the purple and would make their red eyes pop! Honestly I really love their colors they remind me of a Berry! I've drawn shamura before but honestly the only things that stuck were the colors,face and then also the hand markings I did tweak their eyes a bit I wanted something more stern feeling.

For clothing I kept everything nice and loose, while they are the tailor I also love the idea that in their spare time they either teach the youths in the cult or are like the champion of the fighting pit because war is also their domain and they can be- so I wanted them dressed pretty comfy to deal with whatever may come! But still keep everything pretty mature and mildly fancy maybe in the future I'll do some fancy gold and silver embroidery to the pants because of that.

As for body type I wanted them to be pretty thin but unlike Narinder who is twink material under his cloak they have a bit more bulk on top to show that they can choose violence if they so wish-

I adore me some pathetic but still serving men, honestly except for the cross on his belt I completely ignored the fact I made him a medic- If he needs to treat something gross he can throw something over to protect his clothes but just like Heket there is no reason for him to wear that while not working.

Otherwise my main goal was simply to make Kalamar look pretty and fancy. I debated on either short or long bottoms until I realized I'd have to figure out his tentacle situation, then realized I don't hate myself THAT MUCH so bro got put into a floor length gown, work smarter not harder kids.

If I have an excuse to give a character a shawl I will take it so fast.

His body type I mainly wanted to flesh out the roster so I tried making him very squishy and huggable looking, I debated on thinner so he looked more dangly and stretchy but that made him kinda to similar to Narinders build for my liking.

[munson-blurbs]

Hurt People

This is just me giving an accurate depiction of what would most likely happen if Eddie Munson was real and went to high school with me. I’m sad tonight.

Warnings: hurt/no comfort, angst, insults, bullying

WC: 718

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You don’t know how you didn’t see it coming. Maybe it’s because he’s Eddie, the boy—young man, really—thrust into the fringes of society because of his affinity for metal music and fantasy games. Maybe it’s because you’d assumed outcasts, loners, losers, looked out for one another. Or maybe you were just delusional, rose-colored glasses shielding you from what you couldn’t, wouldn’t see.

You and Eddie don’t have any classes together, with you electing to take honors classes and him struggling with introductory courses. You’d never judged him for it, never thought less of him because of it; some people’s talents lay outside of academia. Rumor has it that he’s a decent guitar player, though your parents’ strict rules forbid you from checking out a gig. Truly, you don’t know much about him except that he’s on his third round of senior year and, in your opinion, is the cutest guy at Hawkins High.

The opportunity to befriend him presents itself in the unassuming form of Honor Society volunteer hours. Mrs. O’Donnell needs someone to tutor Eddie in chemistry so she can get him the hell out of her class, and you eagerly offer to be his teacher. Quiet afternoons together in the library might lead to secrets whispered, kisses shared…

The first tutoring session is…fine. Eddie’s completely disinterested in the material, which is to be expected. You keep drawing his attention back to the lab report he’s supposed to be writing, trying to maintain your composure as your patience wears thin.

When he’s barely accomplished anything at the end of the hour, you tell him to meet you back in the study room tomorrow after school.

“You need to hand this in on time,” you say softly but firmly. “Don’t wanna lose points for late work.”

He grumbles as he grabs his tin lunchbox and carelessly shoves the lab report into his backpack, not even saying goodbye.

The next day, you muster up the courage to approach his lunch table. You’ve got your old chemistry study guides clenched in your fists; the idea is to offer them to him so he doesn’t have to reference his own scribbled notes for his upcoming quiz. Just a casual, “hey, I figured you could use these.” Yeah, that could work.

You’re ten feet away when you hear his boisterous laugh. “Oh, and get this,” he’s saying to his friends, “she wants me to study again with her today! Like yesterday wasn’t bad enough.”

“Dude,” one of his buddies chuckles, sympathetically shaking his head and clapping his hand on Eddie’s shoulder, “it’s just your luck that the one girl crushing on you happens to be the ugliest girl in the school.”

Your blood runs cold, nerves buzzing in anticipation of Eddie’s response. Surely he’ll tell the guy that he’s gone too far, that poking fun at your appearance is uncalled for.

But Eddie just gives him the finger and replies, “tell me about it. And now I gotta sit there while she makes heart-eyes at me, unless I wanna face O’Donnell’s wrath. Again.”

Tell me about it. Tell me about it. Tell me about it.

There’s no defending you, no sense of irritation with his friend’s statement. It’s pure, unfiltered agreement.

You’re the ugliest girl in school, and even Eddie Munson thinks so.

Tears blur your vision as you make a beeline out of the cafeteria, dumping your papers in the nearest trash can. You’re sorry you wasted your precious time digging them up. Humiliation seeps into your skin. It doesn’t matter if no one else heard him, because you did. And the information isn’t novel to you—you’re not Chrissy Cunningham or Nancy Wheeler, not by a longshot. No, you’re embarrassed because you’d deluded yourself into thinking that Eddie could see you in a way that others didn’t, in a way that you simply couldn’t.

A large part of you hoped that Eddie would see your status as a fellow freak and applaud you for it, welcome you into his group, take you under his wing. That seems like a pipe dream now.

It’s like that old cliche: hurt people hurt people. Maybe if you were bravier—bitchier, even—you’d hurt him back. But for now, you’re too tired from dragging around the burden of your existence.

Hurt will have to wait another day.

—

[rookthorne]

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐎𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮

Beauty was something that anyone and everyone strived to capture in their life — whether it be by photographs, artistry, the simple but elegant words of poetry. The opportunities were endless and abundant. 

And your boys were remiss to lose on an opportunity to utilise their skills, on any front.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𖠺 Tattoo Artist!CW!Bucky Barnes x Florist!F!Reader x Tattoo Artist!Nomad!Steve Rogers

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 𖠺 1.5k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𖠺 Tooth rotting fluff, the boys know how to get what they want

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 𖠺 I have no words to excuse the softness in this fic — I needed it, so y'all gonna get it.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 𖠺 @stuckybingo 𝗢𝟯 — Artist/Muse AU (April Adoptable) —  Masterlist

𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐈𝐧𝐤 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“Petal… What would you say to me, if I asked you, if you could maybe stand still long enough for me to draw you?”

You blinked, then looked up at Bucky, who was staring back at you with a quirked smile on his full lips. There was a flutter of movement you would have mistaken for him placing his phone out of sight. “What?”

“I said,” he replied, “I want to draw you, in a roundabout way.”

The stalks in your grasp rustled with the sudden shiver that flew up your spine — you watched both Steve and Bucky work at their craft for hours on end, and you never could truly take in how their hands could be so soft, so nimble and practised over the paper. 

One thing that you adored beyond words when they began, was the sound of their pencils over the paper. The soft scratches of lead over the thickened, artist sheets, to the soft frowns of concentration that pulled their lips downwards. 

But the most beautiful thing to witness while they were in their element? 

It was the smile.

The blindingly bright, joyful, beaming smile that they shared with one another when they caught the other’s gaze, whether it be through the corner of their eyes, or a sneaky glance when they thought the other wasn’t looking. 

They were the purest, sincerest form of love and adoration; a devotion beyond words, and here Bucky was, while Steve was running errands, asking if he could draw you.

“I, uh– Um–” You stuttered, still blinking owlishly at him while he continued to watch you — the soft smile still on his lips turned more into a sly smirk the longer you stared at him. “You– You want to draw me? While I work?”

Bucky nodded once, the loose strands of hair from the bun at the nape of his neck swaying. “Yeah, pretty girl,” he purred. “I wanna add you to my sketchbook, I want you to capture my muse…”

“Me?” 

“Yeah, you, baby,” he laughed. The black shirt that hugged his chest wrinkled with the movements of his shoulders, and before you could reply, he stood before you. That damned smirk was still pulling at the corner of his lips. “No doubt Stevie will too, when he gets back—which’ll be any minute.” He leaned down onto the counter to better look into your eyes, and he rested his chin on his fist. “C’mon, sweetheart.”

You stared back into Bucky’s soft gaze, floundering internally for a response that did not involve imploding with the violently crashing emotions in your mind. The sincerity of such a request; the implications of being among the works of such renown professionals; being called their muse.

Before you could answer Bucky’s request, the doorbell chimed with the arrival of a new customer, and you looked over his shoulder to greet them. “Hello, welcome to– Oh, hey, Stevie,” you said happily. 

Strong arms were held behind his back, and blue eyes searched your face, then his partner’s. “What’s goin’ on…?”

“I was just askin’ Petal if I could draw her, I wanted to capture her in an artwork to better…”

“To show our muse how beautiful she is, Buck?” Steve smiled fondly, his gaze moving from his husband back to you. “He’s not wrong, doll. Can we?”

“Oh, god,” you groaned, covering your face with your hands. The blooms you were focusing on were long left on the counter, their flowers casted over the countertop. “Guys–”

“Come on, love,” Steve said softly. “You don’t even have to stop working—it’ll be like we’re not here, just focus on you and what you do so beautifully day in and day out. It’s easy, I promise.”

Then Steve presented Bucky with a sketchbook from behind his back. Their eyes never left yours while they handled the pages and lead pencils, along with a few brushes and neutral paints. Both battered their lashes and pouted at you. 

“You two are impossible,” you declared, staring between them. “Utterly impossible.”

“But you love it,” Bucky reminded you, and you conceded with a nod. 

A heavy, resigned sigh raised and lowered your shoulders. “Okay, fine, you can do– Do that, just don’t ask me to pose. I have to get this stuff done.”

“Deal,” they said in unison, and they rushed over to a bench seat with bouquets on either side of the arms, placed on small, rounded tables. 

You could hear the rustle of paper and the soft, subtle crunching sound of the spines being moved — a new pair of sketchbooks? You glanced upwards to where they sat as you walked behind the counter, and it was true, the two of them had brand new sketchbooks. 

The black, leather covers were plain and innocuous, and you wouldn’t have guessed they were for any purpose but for sketches, until you caught a quick glimpse of something on one of Bucky’s pages: a single flower with petals blooming wide and far. Textured lines and soft shading brought the petals to life, and from your distance, you just made out a line in cursive text…

Petal’s Beauty.

“Bucky?” 

The page was long passed in his haste to find the perfect sheet to draw on, and the brunette looked up from the paper with his eyebrows raised in question. 

“What was that?”

“What was what?”

“You know what I mean,” you huffed, narrowing your eyes. “What was that?”

He continued to feign innocence. “I don’t know what you mean, baby. Now stand there for us and get to work, so we can get to work.”

“Unbelievable,” you muttered, picking up the stems of Baby’s Breath you were working with before. “Unbelievable, I get asked to do the–”

“You’ll be rewarded for this, sweetheart,” Steve added quietly. You looked up from the blooms to Steve’s face, only he was staring down at the paper, his pencil held gently in his fingers while he made lines of lead on the page. 

“If you say so.” And you shrugged, resigned to the knowledge that every last move you would make — for however long it would take to be drawn — you would be closely observed. 

The space fell into a comfortable silence, broken only by the soft Disney songs playing on the speakers and the soft scratches of the boy’s pencils on their paper. It was soothing and relaxing, using your hands to manipulate nature; to create something more than what mother nature dreamed of as she created flora. 

It was a familial belief, one that had been passed down the women in your family for generations — every single one of them a part of Fantasy Floristry in one way or another. 

Through the shop windows, between the shelves and displays of arrangements, the sun slowly rose and fell as you worked, and you found your feet aching once the early afternoon rolled around. “Boys, do you want to get some lunch, maybe? I’m thinking maybe something we all love. Like pizza.”

“Yeah,” they said in tandem. It was a monotonous reply, and you looked up from your phone where you were searching for a spot to eat. 

You found both of them sitting stock still while their hands flew over the paper in their laps. “How is it going?” you asked quietly, still standing in place. “Can I move?”

“Yeah,” they said in tandem, again. The assurance wasn’t enough for you to dare move a muscle from your designated spot as their muse.

After a few moments, their pencils slowed down and you tentatively moved one foot, then the other. “Boys? Did you hear me?”

Steve blinked; Bucky shook his head. Their eyes found yours and they smiled happily. “Yeah,” Bucky said. 

“You ready to see, doll?” Steve asked, tilting the paper up and out of plain sight. “We’re done.”

“Alright,” you whispered, still unsure. 

What would be revealed when they showed you their creations? Would it be beyond words and leave you breathless? Would you simply fall to your knees in your own shop, unable to take in such an overwhelming sense of love? 

“Show me.”

Both Bucky and Steve turned their sketchbooks around simultaneously, the once blank page now covered in neat, smooth lines and shading of graphite. 

It took a moment to take in what you were seeing — the lines all converged in one place: you, standing behind your counter, bouquet in one hand while you grinned at the viewer with such fondness you could feel the comfort radiate from the lead itself. 

Flowers of all kinds lined the wall behind you, and while they weren’t coloured outlandishly as they presented in that moment of time, the soft hues and tones of brown, beige, and white added a subtle woodsy-home feel that encompassed you in an unexplainable warmth. 

Not only had they replicated just how welcoming you wished to be for anyone that ventured into your small, little slice of heaven, they captured just how happy you were to be there.

“Oh my–” You rushed forward, wordlessly gasping and hiccupping on suppressed sobs. Bucky collected you in his arms; Steve shuffled closer and held you both in an embrace. “They’re beautiful– Oh, god, I’m a mess–”

“Nah,” Bucky chuckled, shaking you slightly. “You’re cute. And you’re ours.”

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑  ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

[factual-fantasy]

26 ASKS!! :DD THANK U VERY MUCH!!🎨

Well that wouldn't be a good thing to do- Its very well known that I don't like fanart of my works..

If you wanna show that you like Bibi, just leave a comment please!

Seriously ya'll, just comments. Reblogs, tags, asks.. what ever form they may take. All I look forward to when posting artwork is reading all the responses. 👍

@solst1ce-sketches

WAAAHGAGAG THANK YOU SO MUCH!! AND HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!! 😭😭💖💖💖😭💖

@luna-purple454

Oh they're both fine! :0 Other than some angst ideas I had for them-- they're both still alive and well XD I just haven't drawn them in a while :/

@minnesotamedic186

I can hardly wait! :DDD (And yes you can XD)

@butterbreadsworld

Sorry, I don't take requests. Thank you though!! :}}

@i-v-y67

Blackmail XDD

@samcat2

I still like transformers! Though I'm not really interested in drawing it atm.. thank you though!! :DD

(Post in question)

XDDD fr tho--

:DD Thank youuu!! :}}}

@kiinther

XDD Blue is too big for that too! Though Seafoam might be able to give her a little peck on the cheek 👀 if either of them would just confess their feelings already <XDD

I know, and I hate all of it. :(

Also thank you so much! :DD

I was thinking that they're kind'a a cross between the two.

They pillage and raid other ships, but they don't normally go for "innocent" ships.. if they attack anyone, its usually other rotten pirates or slave ships maybe? "Bad" ships I guess you could say-

As for the voice claims. If like you explained- you happen upon an OC of mine and think "HE LOOKES LIKE HE SOUNDS EXACTLY LIKE THAT OTHER GUY" Then feel free to send it on over to me! :DD

But don't go out of your way to find voice claims for my characters as a gift or a form of fanart. Remember! All I really want is comments. Engagement with my work means everything to me! <:)

@neo-metalscottic (Post in question)

AAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! :DDD I'm so glad you like him!! :}} And that head injury was kind'a just a pose prompt. Though I might slap some lore on it and make it canon! :00

As for Papyrus.. its complicated.

Papyrus had accepted long ago that Sans and all his friends were gone. And that he was never going to see them again.. It really hurt. And it took him a very long time to accept that fact. But he did. He knows in his soul that his true brother is gone..

That didn't make seeing "Sans" again any less painful though. He probably saw a Sans through the trees in a new Snowdin. Man, I cant imagine how he felt.

The whole multiverse thing was explained to him by Frisk. He knows that's not his Sans. He knows its not him. But gosh. Its been so long since he's seen his brothers smile. What he would give to hear one of his silly puns again. What he would give to hear his voice.. to just.. to hug him one last time..

Frisk would grab Papyrus' hand, "Papyrus.. we need to go.. please, common.."

Seeing the other Papyrus walk into view and begin talking to that Sans.. He recollects himself. Its not him. Sans is gone. He's been gone for a very long time..

With tears streaming down his face, he would find the strength to grip Frisk's hand.. and turn away.

It never gets easier..

@jesterpiecethejester

Sorry, I don't take drawing requests! Plus the crews already pretty full as it is- <XDD

@bunny-coffee

I didn't intend to ever draw Frank and Eddie in a romantic light.. becuase yeah like you said, I just don't really like ships. Or honestly any romantic content that isn't my own OCs. Idk I just don't really enjoy drawing it--

But that's kind'a what I feared about the Welcome Home fandom if I'm being honest. I felt like people were really protective over Eddie and Frank. And if I revealed that I wasn't interested in drawing them as an item, canon or not? I felt like I would get a loooot of backlash.

But hey, I found a loophole. Just don't draw them together and there wont be any drama! :D It sucks though becuase Frank is a big part of Eddies lore and all his flashback shenanigans-

(Also thank you! :DD )

@beryl-shade

Oh! No no, its just made of seafoam! :0 Though whipped cream would make sense because he's a cookie- <XD

I do??

Huh.. I guess I do don't I..

What do I do with that power--

@sparkdrawsstuff

Well the strongest would be Blue Beauty by far- but looking at the smaller cookies? I think Seafoam is probably the strongest. But that's mostly due to him being so big. He's the biggest cookie on the crew and most of his strength just comes from packing more weight to his punch.

Though another toughy on the ship would be Louis. He may not be very big. But boy that crab arm? He has a grip strong enough to break cookies in half. And enough upper body strength to take your pieces and chuck em overboard--- 💀💀💀I wouldn't mess with either of them tbh--

As for the bounty.. that's a good question. :0 I wanna say Seafoam because he's the Captain an all.. but I really like the idea of Cuttlefish having this dark past and a surprisingly huge bounty over her head- 👀👀

@wilmawillow

<XD I think you might have got those two words switched around. I don't take drawing requests! But I've considered going back to some old artwork and redrawing them in my updated style.. 👀👀

@danikoshi

Not really.. :( There have been times in the past where I have asked for drawing ideas/requests when I was feeling low. But now a days I have plenty of ideas to draw so I don't need to do that anymore-

And to be totally honest, when someone says "Hey draw this thing for me." It just makes me go-

@astaherussy

You can find all the lore you need about Papyrus in this ask post! Just scroll down a bit and you'll find all the links and a bonus paragraph <XD

As for the tags. If you wanna see my AU with Jevil and the gang, you can find that under my #deltarune tag. They're also tagged under #Undertale but that will also bring up my Refinedtale AU and other au stuff-- :00

As for the Octonauts question, bro I EAT questions like these! :DD

Its a very interesting prompt. Usually we think of Captain Barnacles as very level headed and calm. He seems like one to bounce back from any situation and keep leading the team no problem. But man. After something like that? That's gotta scare him to his core.

I can see Barnacles being more tense and not wanting any of the crew to stray too far from him or the Octopod. I can imagine that he would give Kwazii a lot of time to recover, a lot more than he actually needs. And maybe even going as far to forbid him from going on certain missions.

But after a little time and maybe a talk with Kwazii. I'm sure both Kwazii and the Captain would recover from the experience and continue on as normal.

(Also thank you! I hope this response was along the lines of what you were hoping for-- :00 )

I pictured it being like really dense soap bubbles. They smell nice and can be picked off his coat or head. But if you jumped on his coat foam you wouldn't sink through. It would be like a big cushion that you could sit on top of. If that makes sense?? <XDD

@danman22ful

Out my OCs? Probably Seafoam 🥺

Out of the game cookies? Uhhhm.. well, I don't really know/remember any of the characters.. But Tea Knight cookie looks really cool! :0 He gives me major Reinhardt vibes :))

Thank you so much!!!! :DDD

@insanityislife101 (I couldn't find the post in question :((( )

Oh fr??? Cool! He was in character after all! :DD

[leiawritesstories]

The Universal Rules of Mistletoe

a fun, hopefully cute, little fluffy fic based off this prompt from @rowaelinprompts "Our friends set us up under the mistletoe"

a gift for @sahana-draws!! happy @rowaelinscourt Rowaelin Secret Santa! it's been so much fun working on this little piece and I really hope you enjoy :))

Word count: 2,054

Warnings: none! (just clueless idiots in love)

Enjoy!

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Fifteen Years Ago

Shiny patent-leather shoes tapping lightly against the hardwood stairs, Aelin hurried downstairs as fast as she could while in her poofy red tulle Christmas dress. Five steps up from the bottom, she stopped, peering across the wide hallway into the main floor of the Galathynius home, which was full of beautifully dressed adults. Her eight-year-old imagination latched onto the sight of her mom and dad with their hands linked, smiling and laughing as they talked with their friends.

She wanted everything they had when she grew up.

Slowly, a little nervously, she moved three more steps down, stopping again as the nervousness flared up in her stomach. This was the first year she had been allowed to come to the Christmas party, and even though her babysitter would be there with her, she wasn't sure if she could do it.

"Hey." Another voice--a boy's voice--interrupted her scattered thoughts. Rowan Whitethorn, the boy from next door whose parents were longtime friends with Aelin's parents, stood on the other side of the staircase railing, looking at her with solemn green eyes. "I like your dress."

"Thanks," she said, smoothing her small hands down the fluffy layers of the skirt. "Mom let me pick it out."

Rowan grabbed two of the stair rails, using them for support as he rose onto his tiptoes to stick his head over the top of the banister. "Are you gonna come to the party?"

"I dunno." She stood on the last step, one hand lingering on the banister. "There's only grown-ups there."

"I'm there too," he said. "Hey, do you wanna play party tag?" Party tag was a game they had invented two years ago, when they were six and seven, during one of the many events Aelin's parents had hosted. Because Rowan and Aelin were so young, they would show up at the event for a bit to be cooed over by all of their parents' rich friends, and then be swept off away from the event. They'd invented a quiet, no-running form of tag where whoever was "it" would have to sneak up on the other person and subtly tag them. Nobody could run, and there had to be at least two minutes between tags.

It was more fun when one of their friends was also at the party, but they made it work with just the two of them.

Aelin cracked a small smile. "Okay." She stood up and stepped off the last stair, and he walked around to stand with her. "Are we gonna go now?"

"Yeah, we--"

"Oh, Enna, look!" Evalin Ashryver Galathynius's voice floated in alongside a cloud of her expensive designer perfume. "Our little ones seem to have found the mistletoe!"

Alarmed, Aelin looked up, finding a small bunch of mistletoe tied with a crimson ribbon hanging from the chandelier above the staircase.

"You know what that means," Enna Whitethorn beamed, setting her champagne flute aside and whipping her phone out of her clutch. "Rowan, darling, do you want to give Aelin a kiss?"

Rowan's whole face turned bright pink. "Do I have to?"

"No," Aelin whispered, blushing just as bright. "It's just a stupid thing the grownups do when there's mistletoe."

"Of course you don't have to," Enna reassured her son. "But it would make such an adorable photo, right Eva?"

"Oh, it would be precious!" Evalin agreed. "Fireheart, will you at least pose there for a minute? Yes, just like that! So cute!" She snapped a few photos in rapid succession as Enna did the same. "Enna, could you get a few of just me and Aelin?"

Relieved, Rowan hurried to stand next to his mother as Evalin came over to Aelin. "You look beautiful, little Fireheart," she said warmly, tidying the big red bow in Aelin's blonde hair. Enna snapped a few photos, and Evalin took Aelin's small hand in hers. "Are you ready to come to the party?"

Eyes wide, Aelin nodded. "Do I have to stay for very long?"

"Just long enough to say hi to a few people." Evalin squeezed her daughter's hand. "I promise. Then you and Nehemia can go have your movie night, right?"

"Uh huh." Aelin straightened her spine, a move she'd seen her mother do endless times. "I'm ready." Quietly, Rowan fell into step next to her, his mother on his other side. And, with her mother on one side and her best friend on the other, Aelin felt a little better about going into the grown-up party.

~

Present

Aelin was halfway through curling her hair, lips held apart while her matte crimson lipstick dried, when a rapid-fire knock drummed against her bathroom door. Before she could respond, the door swung open and Elide Lochan, her second cousin and dear friend, barged into the bathroom.

"I'm not dressed!" Aelin yelped, scrambling to pull her satin robe closed while still holding the curling iron in her other hand.

Elide rolled her eyes. "I can tell, Ae. Don't worry, you still have an hour before anyone is supposed to get here."

"You could've said that before you ran in here like everyone had already showed up," Aelin grumbled. "But thanks, Ells."

"No problem." Elide grinned. "Nice lipstick. Gonna get it all over someone's face tonight?" She wiggled her eyebrows.

Aelin snorted. "Gods, no. I'm the host, not some teenager who can run around all night kissing the boy she has a crush on."

"You're also twenty-three and you work too hard." Elide snatched the curling iron from Aelin's hands and took over curling her hair. "You deserve to have a little fun at your own freaking Christmas party."

"Yeah, sure," Aelin said sarcastically. "Bring me a man to kiss under the mistletoe and we'll see about that."

Elide smirked. "You're on."

An hour later, Aelin headed down the stairs, the same staircase she'd walked down every day since she was a little girl, and paused at the bottom step to take a deep, preparatory breath. You can do this, Galathynius, she told herself silently. Everything was all set up--the dining room table with a charcuterie spread, the silver-and-blue themed Christmas tree in the foyer, the large, open living room adorned with soft twinkle lights and decorative snowflakes and soft music piping in through the speaker system her parents had installed years ago. It's going to be just fine.

The doorbell rang.

Collecting herself, Aelin stepped off the stairs and went to the front door, a gracious smile spreading across her face. Her smile brightened when she found her cousin Aedion and his fiancée, Lysandra, waiting on the front step.

"Merry Christmas, Ae!" Lys squealed, hurrying inside. "Let us in, it's freezing!"

Aelin laughed. "Hi, Lys. I missed you!"

"You wouldn't miss me if you weren't working all the time," Lys teased, hugging Aelin tightly. "That dress looks fantastic, oh my god."

"Thanks," Aelin whispered back. Her crimson silk dress--of course her lipstick matched her dress--had thin straps, an elegantly scooped neckline, and was fitted in the bodice before flaring into a spill of floor-length skirts.

Aedion wrapped his arms around her. "You're not this tall," he teased.

She rolled her eyes. "It's called stiletto heels, genius."

"Sounds dangerous." He winked.

"Only for you boys who don't want to feel short." She laughed. "Hi, Aeds. How's wedding planning going?"

"Do not get me started," he groaned. "I'm so stressed, and our wedding isn't until another seven months away."

"Hey, relax. Have some punch. Just think about Christmas for a while, not the wedding."

"I'll try." He flashed her a grin.

The doorbell rang again, and Aelin opened the door to find four six-foot-plus men crowding her front steps, acting like small children with their elbows everywhere even though they were all at least in their mid-twenties.

"You can't all fit through the door like that," she drawled, beaming.

Fenrys elbowed his way through the others and broke into the house first. "I win!" he crowed, sweeping Aelin into a hug that pulled her off her feet.

"Good grief, Fen, you haven't even had any drinks yet!" she laughed. "Congratulations on winning whatever it is you think you won."

"He thinks it's a competition to get into parties first," Connall, his twin, explained. He affectionately tugged Fen's man bun. "Put the host down, Fenny."

"Don't call me that, you little--" Fen put Aelin down and went after Con, who'd sauntered away into the living room.

"They're all children, I'm sorry." Rowan pulled off his heavy winter jacket and shook the film of snowflakes off his pale hair. "Merry Christmas, Aelin--oh my god." He stared at her for a good long minute, his eyes wide and his jaw slack.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," Lorcan drawled, nudging Rowan int he shoulder. He wrapped his own arm around Elide's shoulders; the two of them had been dating for just over a year and Aelin had never seen Elide so happy.

"Merry Christmas, Ro." Aelin restrained her giddy smile and did a little spin to show off her dress. "Thanks for--oh!" Rowan caught her, pulling her into a warm, pine-scented hug.

"You look stunning," he said softly. "I didn't know if I could say that in front of all the others, they'd never shut up about it, probably because they know how much I like you...uh, because we've known each other since..." He trailed off, blushing fiercely.

Shocked, Aelin looked up at him, her thoughts going a mile a minute. "You...me...what?" She shook her head. "I'm going insane. I need a minute--five minutes--I--" Abruptly, she hurried towards the stairs, only managing to get two steps up before Rowan's hand closed gently around her wrist.

"Hey." He stabilized her, his voice as grounding as it had been since they were little kids going to their parents' party for the first time. "I'm sorry, Ae, I didn't mean to scare you."

She turned around. "You didn't scare me, Rowan. You just...you said you like me?"

"I like you, Aelin." Warmth and a smidge of uncertainty flickered in his eyes. "But if you--"

"Stop that right now," she chided softly. "I thought I was always going to like you from the shadows, Ro. I've had a crush on you since we were kids."

It was his turn for stunned silence. "I should have said something years ago," he finally said, chuckling in disbelief. "I guess--"

"MISTLETOE!" Elide all but shrieked, completely shattering the mood. She--and everyone else, good grief--were suddenly piled into the walkway between the foyer and the living room, eagerly watching the couple on the stairs.

Aelin felt her face heat up, and she was on the verge of running upstairs to hide from everyone. Rowan was blushing again, even as he threw a glare that screamed "Traitor!" at Lorcan, who was smirking.

"Looks like you're together under the mistletoe, Ae," Elide repeated, beaming so wide Aelin almost thought her cheeks would split. "You know what that means!"

"That someone set us up?" Aelin asked, suddenly wondering how convenient it was that she and Rowan had had that moment together on the stairs.

Elide shrugged, her eyes bright. "There's universal rules of mistletoe, Aelin, and you're gonna have to follow them."

"We knew it!" Fenrys blurted, unable to control the secret. "Why else would we have gone into the living room as soon as we got here?"

"Fenrys!" came a collective groan.

"We shouldn't have told him," Lorcan half-mumbled, shaking his head but grinning. "Boyo has a bigger mouth than anyone I know."

"I know they're our friends," Aelin whispered to Rowan, grinning, "but I kind of want to kick them all out of my house right now." She looped her arms around his neck. "I want you all to myself."

"Me too, but we can hardly ignore the mistletoe rules." He gave her a secret, quietly joyful little smile. "Can I?"

"Please do." She tipped her head up and met his lips, his kiss soft and sweet and lingering. Completely perfect.

They only separated at the cheers and whoops of their friends, and they came into the party hand in hand, laughing, and hardly left each other's sides all night long, because sometimes, it took the quiet scheming of dear friends to get the couple who was quietly in love with each other to admit it.

~~~

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[palioom]

forget (agent whiskey x f!reader)

summary: after a long day at work, jack helps you forget about the stress in your life.

pairing: agent whiskey x f!reader word count: 2.7k warnings: 18+ content; no use of y/n (but nicknames); oral (f receiving); fingering; p in v; overstimulation; orgasm denial; slight dom/sub; dacryphilia (if you squint); some biting; aftercare

• masterlist •

Sometimes, the world around her became too much.

Work, people, life.

A constant flood of stimuli, crashing into her without resistance, draining her, overwhelming her.

Annoying customers, annoying coworkers. 

Friends, family.

Fuck, sometimes she just needed a break.

“Relax, sugar.” Jack’s drawl pulled her into the present again, lips on her neck, his hands on her naked hips as he hovered above her. “Come back to me, baby. That’s right.”

She blinked up at him, images of the annoyances of the past few days fading away as he spoke, as his fingers trailed over her skin, making her shiver.

“Good girl, there she is.” He smiled, forming his lips against hers and she whimpered, her hands finding his cheeks. 

She was so adorable like this, needy and pliant.

His sweet little lady.

“I just wanna turn my head off for a while.” Is what she had told him when she had come home from work this afternoon, setting her bag down with a sigh.

It wasn’t the first time, and he was happy to help.

Anything for his darling.

She’d do the same for him.

“Focus on me, sugar.” He drawled, kissing her temple, moustache tickling her, his hands wandering up her body.

They’d been at this for the better part of an hour now, where he teased her with his lips and hands, made her squirm so all she could think about was here and now. 

Even if her mind still slipped sometimes, he always brought it back, his words and touches like a lasso he so expertly threw around it.

Like he did with the bulls on their ranch, just as fierce and stubborn.

Focusing on Jack reminded her of how much she ached to be touched, how wet she was, how sensitive. She writhed as he touched her breasts, gently kneading them and grinning against her cheek when she arched into his touch with a whine.

“Jack, please.” She moaned, tears welling up in her eyes, rolling her hips and managing the faintest contact with his jeans before he pinned her down again. “It hurts, please.”

The pressure in her abdomen so much, her body on fire.

He smirked, chuckling lightly. “It hurts, baby? What hurts?”

Of course he was playing this game, making her squirm in frustration. Her head felt light, as if it was swimming, far away from here.

Making it difficult to form any coherent sentences.

Jack knew. He loved the space she was in, eyes glazed over and so sensitive that even the smallest touch could push her over that edge.

Could. But it wouldn’t.

Still not touching herself, her head now truly starting to turn off as his one hand continued groping at her breast, his mouth soon joining.

A long whine left her lips, head thrown back, one of her hands wandering to his hair to grab a fistful of it.

He groaned around her nipple, still smirking.

Always smirking.

“You know- Please.” It was almost a sob, so overstimulated her entire body felt like it was buzzing with electricity.

Like the electricity of his lasso, just less deadly.

Although she believed she could die if left in this state for too long, without release.

Just the tip of his tongue against her nipple made her squirm against his hand on her abdomen, drawing in a shuddering breath as he kept torturing her, tears running down the side of her face.

“Don’t cry, sugar.” His lips left her breast, thankfully, now attaching to her cheek, then kissing away the tears. “Use your words for me, baby. I know you can.”

His other hand laid against her cheek, thumb stroking her cheekbone as she looked up at him. Her own fingers tried to open the buttons of his shirt, needing to feel more of him.

But she trembled too much, managing to pop one button open before her fingers curled into the denim, watery eyes fixed on his, brow furrowed.

“My pussy,” she choked out, legs opening wider for him, trying to entice him. “I need you, please.” 

“What d’you need from me?” He loved drawing this out, his mouth kissing down her jaw to her neck, his moustache scratching her. 

All these little touches felt so much more intense like this, with how wound up she was already.

“Your mouth, your fingers, your-” Her breath hitched in her throat when he sucked a purple bruise into that spot below her ear. 

For a moment, she forgot to breathe. 

“Your cock, Jack.”

He chuckled at her response, breath hot against her skin.

“See, sugar.” Jack drawled, moving down her body, kissing her collarbone, her sternum, moving further down to her belly. “It ain’t that hard, huh?”

His lips trailed over her skin, further down and further down, until his mouth found her wet heat, his fingers spreading her open.

He chuckled when her hips moved just from his fingers, just by holding her open as he looked at her. 

She was so adorable.

He watched just a moment longer before leaning forward, tongue tasting her with a hum as she breathed out his name, relieved but desperate, tears in her eyes as her hands found his hair again.

“Yes- Yes, Jack!” She gasped, hips bucking up into his face so hard he had to wrap an arm around her waist to stop her. “Thank you, fuck!”

He only hummed into her with a smirk, a shiver running up her spine, and focused on her clit, teasing his tongue over it before sucking hard. Smiling at how her back arched, noticing how close she got.

From just this little bit of stimulation.

So close to snapping.

Then, his mouth was gone again, with a loud protest by her as she cried out, her orgasm that had been building rapidly ebbing away again.

“Baby, please!” She sobbed, just wanting that feeling to overwhelm her, losing her grip on his hair as he moved back. “You’re fucking mean.”

All the grievances of the day were forgotten, so far away as all she could think about now was her fading orgasm, his hands and mouth on her.

How she wanted to cum, that pressure inside her unbearable.

“Stop that swearin’, doll.” He said, teasing the insides of her thighs with his teeth. “My little lady shouldn’t be swearin’ like that.”

Mouth still on her thigh, he inserted one finger into her, making her press her cheek into the mattress as she clenched around him.

Smiling against her skin, he revelled in how she thrashed around, clearly overwhelmed but trying so hard. 

So hard for him and herself.

How she whined and stilled for a moment when he added a second finger, slipping in and out of her easily with how soaked she was.

“Look at ya, darlin’. So damn beautiful, the Niagara Falls got nothin’ on you, soakin’ the sheets like this.”

Curling his fingers, he bit the inside of her knee, feeling how hard she clenched around him. Just when her orgasm was about to crest again, his fingers were gone, one of her feet pushing against his shoulder as she cried.

“Sugar.” He said, voice stern, but an underlying tone of amusement present nonetheless, raising one brow.

He sucked his fingers clean, moving to lean over her again.

When he kissed her, his tongue slipped into her mouth, making her taste herself on his tongue, mixed with the bourbon he loved.

Fingers rubbing soothing circles into her hip as she squirmed.

All while she whined and whimpered and pleaded with him to please give her a release already, to give her just one orgasm. 

Just something.

She didn’t know if he was trying to punish her for something or if he dragged this out for his own enjoyment.

“One more, you can do that, sugar, right?” He chuckled, kissing her forehead. “One more and I’ll give you all that you want, doll.”

“Jack-” She protested, hands on his arms now. “Please, need you.”

“Want ole’ Jack to fill you up, hm?” He asked, lips against her cheek as his fingers trailed down again, smiling when she flinched from his touch. So sensitive, ready to snap. “To make you forget everythin’, sweetheart?”

She nodded, inhaling sharply when his fingers found her clit, building her up for a third time, rapidly, expertly as she squirmed and more tears fell.

“Don’t cry, sugar, I’m right here.”

He kissed away the tears, maybe enjoying the salty taste just a little too much, before moving back, watching her face as he brought her closer and closer.

And then he pulled away again, making her cry out and throw her head back, legs kicking as the feeling ebbed away once more.

“What a sweet girl you are for me, sugar.” He smiled, sitting back and taking her in entirely for a moment, hands finding his belt buckle as his eyes raked over her body. “Such a good girl. I know you’re achin’ for me.”

Her ears perked at the sound of his belt, looking at him again as he opened it slowly, her hands fisting the sheets below her.

She needed him so desperately, her body on fire. Jack was skilled in pulling her apart so she would forget right before putting her back together again.

Sometimes she wondered if this was part of Statesmen training. Taking someone apart, putting them back together.

Make them forget.

He took his time opening his belt, before removing his jeans, her mouth watering at the sight of him straining against his underwear.

Eyes desperate, glazed over. Cheeks still wet from the tears, lips parted as she watched. Wanting to touch him but knowing he’d just tease her more if she tried.

“Sugar, if I didn’t wanna help ya so damn much right now, I’d just leave you like this.” He chuckled, grunting as he palmed himself through the thin fabric. “You got no idea how fuckin’ gorgeous you look when you’re this desperate. Pussy soaked, cryin’.”

“Jack.” She whined, fearing he would actually just leave her here, eyes fixed on his hand on the outline of his dick.

“I won’t, doll, don’t you worry your pretty little head. That sweet pussy of yours needs some good ole’ Jack, hm?” He chuckled, taking off his underwear, smirking at how her eyes stayed on his cock. “Need a cowboy to ride you?”

She nodded, almost feverishly as she reached for him, taking his hand in hers and pulling him down to her.

He smiled, kissing her hard as he took himself in one hand, dragging the head of his cock through her wet folds, slowly, teasingly. 

Pretending to push in for a moment, chuckling at how she whined when he didn’t.

Then, he did, pushing into her with one fluid motion and taking her by surprise, making her cry out. Not from pain, simply from how good it felt, spread open by him as her legs wrapped around his waist.

“Still so damn tight when I just spent so long preparin’ ya, huh?” He laughed, stilling for a moment inside her to see if she needed time.

But her hips squirming and her hands grabbing his biceps told him all he needed to know, slowly rocking in and out of her, taking in her moans and whimpers.

Her orgasm was building back up rapidly, still lingering in her bones and just waiting to be drawn out again, her hips meeting his thrusts sloppily.

“‘Atta girl, c’mon, doll, let me feel you.” He said, mouth on her neck, feeling the pulse under her skin. “Let go of your stress and soak my cock, sugar.”

The coil inside her snapped so suddenly, making her clench around him so tightly that he was forced to stop for a moment, only managing small movements as she cried out for him.

How her back arched into him, head thrown back.

“Look at you, darlin’!” He chuckled, watching as the tears rolled down her face, already picking up where he left off, making her tremble. “So pretty when that head of yours is empty besides my cock.”

It overwhelmed her just how quickly he was building her up again when the first orgasm hadn’t even really finished surging through her, clinging to him as she whimpered.

“God- Fuck, Jack!”

“Is my little lady ready to go again?” He breathed, kissing up her jaw, feeling himself get closer as she squeezed him tight. “Go ahead darlin’, this is all for you.”

Her hips rolling in tandem with his, he coaxed a second orgasm out of her, mixing with the waves of the first one as they spread into every tiny crevice of her body, making her feel tingly and her head light as she gave into it.

He grunted as she came again, his rhythm faltering, feeling himself close too, the clear ecstasy on her face only spurring him on.

“One more, I know you can give me one more.” He breathed, lips ghosting over her cheek. “C’mon, be a good girl for me.”

His hand moved to her clit, rubbing tight circles into it as he felt her squeeze him tighter, squirming underneath him.

“Too much- Jack-” She cried, trying to move away from his fingers, the stimulation almost painful at this point.

But he didn’t let up, knowing she wasn’t at her limit yet, knowing she would let him know in a different way if she was.

“Sugar, one more, gotta make sure all you remember is me and my cock.”

And the coil snapped again, back arching as she cried out a third time, sobbing as he fucked her through it, wave after wave of almost painful pleasure hitting her, making him smile against her skin.

It was enough to push him over as well, stilling inside her with a loud grunt, still feeling her convulse around him as he emptied himself inside her.

Jack watched her as he calmed down, breathing hard above her, stroking her cheeks and pushing away some hair from her forehead. 

Watched how she trembled, eyes closed as she still rode out the last of her orgasm.

Lips parted slightly.

“You’ve done so well, sugar.” He whispered against her ear, kissing it. The vibration sent a shiver through her body. “I’m so proud, how are you feelin’?”

Sore. 

Sore and spent but lightheaded and definitely more relaxed than when she had come home.

But she only hummed in response, feeling unable to say anything just yet.

He understood, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, feeling how she was still responsive to him.

“I’ll be back in a moment, gorgeous.” He said, pulling out of her as she winced.

Already feeling too empty again now that he was gone.

The few minutes he was gone for felt like eternity, and she felt like she was floating on a cloud, all hazy and limbs feeling weak. She loved this feeling and she loved how he got her to this point time and time again.

Suddenly, she felt something wet touch her center, hissing softly.

“Shit.”

Jack cleaned her up with the rag, kissing the inside of her knees, eyes going from her pussy to her face with a smile. 

She looked so pretty all fucked out.

“I apologize darlin’, but I gotta get you cleaned up.”

He tossed the rag to the side when he was done, moving to wrap her in a blanket and pull her against him, kissing her forehead.

“Do you need some water, darlin’?”

She sighed deeply, content, but shook her head. Her throat felt a little dry but she didn’t want it.

Curled against him, her head on his chest. 

His hand traced her spine through the thin blanket, just listening to her breathing as it slowed down.

“Thanks, cowboy.” She mumbled, closing her eyes. The only thing she wanted to do right now was sleep. “You’re good at making me forget.”

He pulled her in tighter, laughing. “No need to thank me, sugar. I love taking a ride with my favourite girl.”

She shook her head slightly with a smile, yawning.

His body was warm and firm, and soon she had fallen asleep, the aches of the day truly forgotten.

Head empty, ready for a new day.

[cherryhak]

彡November night - Choi Yeonjun

Pairing. Choi Yeonjun x gn!reader

Genre. Fluff | bsf!yeonjun | bestfriends to lovers | mutual flirting | confession

Warnings. Yeonjun smokes (don't smoke it destroys your health !!), mention on cheating, barely proofread

Wc. 1164

You pushed open the cold gate with your hands half covered with your gray hoodie in an attempt to warm them from the windy cold night.

The loud creaking sound of the portal resonating in the dead of night alarmed the man standing in the distance under a flickering street light.

He turned in your direction, the smoke evacuating his mouth from both the cold and the cigarette he was smoking was enough for you to know who it was.

You silently walked through the gates and made your way to him, standing against the pole of the street lamp next to his freezing yet warm body.

 

"It's been a while, how are you doing ?" Your bestfriend asked, huffing out the smoke from his cigarette 

 

It has indeed being a while, both too caught up in your own lives you almost forgot about each other's existence and haven't talked to one another in almost 2 months. You missed him and your daily late night conversations over the phone, his laughter, his silly dad jokes, his smile and the comfort he would bring you by just being around. 

You obviously didn't want to lose your bestfriend this easily so one random morning you decided to text him and asked if you both could meet up someday to which he immediately agreed on.

He missed you just as much as you did but he was never going to admit it.

 

So here you were, standing next to Yeonjun during a cold November night. Despite the creepy atmosphere coming from the flickering light above you and the sound of air violently hitting against the tall trees, it felt as if you truly belonged there, with your bestfriend. 

 

"I'm doing fine" your voice was quiet yet loud enough for him to hear

"Glad to hear that" he takes a deep puff of his cigarette "You're still with that boy ?" He asked, finally locking eyes with you and it felt as if the time stopped for a second.

You gulped, looking away before answering "Nope"

His eyebrows almost flew to his hairline in shock before putting back on his composed facade "What ? Why ?" 

"He cheated"

"Damn" he exhaled

An awkward silence took place in between the both of you "You alright ?"

You let out a small chuckle at his clumsy attempt at breaking the ice "Yes I am. I lost feelings for him a while ago to be honest..."

He cocked an eyebrow at you in surprise "You did ?" "Yeah"

 

He took another puff before throwing his half-burnt cigarette on the ground and stepping on it.

"So.." He stuffed his hands in his pocket jeans and leaned against the side of the pole "Got someone in mind ?"

"Maybe yeah" you try your best to contain your smile when seeing his lips drawing into a smirk "Oh yeah ?" His eyebrows raise in a way that makes you wanna dig your own grave and be burried alive for the rest of your days "How is he ?"

Its now your turn to smirk despite the unusual rythm of your heartbeat "Calm.. Kind of a bastard but i love him" your smirk grow wider "Acts cold to everyone but me"

And with this one phrase you knew he got it.

 

"Ah, I get what you mean" he chuckles lightly "So he's basically just like me, isn't he ?"

"Kinda yeah" you gather enough courage to look at him only to find him already looking at you with a cocky grin on his beautiful features and it makes you want to slap him and kiss him a the same time.

"What if I told you..." He trails off "that i also like someone ?"

"Oh yeah ?" You mimic his earlier response "How is she ?"

"Mhh.." His eyebrows meets as his eyes squint, lips forming a playful pout, acting like he was thinking deeply

"She's nice... outgoing, she's actually everything to me, i don't think I would be where i am right now without her" 

Your heart skipped two beats at his confession. Blush rushed to your face, dusting your cheeks and ears in a deep cherry tint.

He smirked at your expression, resisiting the urge to pinch your cheek because of how cute you looked at that moment.

 

Suddenly his teasing expression crumbled down and you could hear him take in a deep breath before speaking

"Y/n i really like you, i have for quite some time now but i never told you cause you were dating that jerk..."

You couldn't control the small laugher that escaped your lips ; a laughter of both happiness, relief but also the stress you've been holding in ever since coming here.

"I think you already got it but... me too" you looked down, sudden embarrassment getting to you.

 

His hand reached out to lay against the side of your face, cold fingers gently grazing against your cheek "So you won't say no if do this ?" He leaned forward until your lips were only inches away from each other. His strong gaze looking at you straight in the eyes, hot breath fanning over your parted lips, he raised his eyebrows asking for your approval. 

"Go ahead" your voice was barely above a whisper but Yeonjun sure heard it and gently pressed his plumped lips against your soft ones.

His free hand travel to the small of your back, pulling you in even closer as one of your hands reached your his neck, the other one burried in his black dyed hair.

His lips left yours for a few seconds as he spoke "i want you to know..." he went back to kiss you, lips moving in sync as you both shared a passionate kiss. "You are really special to me" he whispered "I love being around you, i love every single thing about you"

His lips find yours again but this time for a more intense kiss, filled with longing, love, burning passion and a sense of relief.

 

"Damn i missed you so bad" he breathed out before going back to abusing your lips

 

After a few more shared kisses Yeonjun pulled away, a light blush covering his nose and cheeks and if you weren't in this situation right now you would've assumed it was from the cold.

He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ears, looking at you with lovesick eyes

"Will you be mine Y/n?" 

You pretended to think just to mess with him a little but a chuckle immediately bubbled up your throat upon seeing panic flash on his face.

"Of course i will dummy" you laughed as he let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding.

"If you're my girlfriend now... may i kiss you again ?"

"I guess so.." You playfully answered

He slowly smiled before kissing you again, pulling you impossibly closer to his body, holding you tightly as if you could vanish at any moment.

 

 

And that's how, after almost parting ways, you ended up dating your long time bestfriend.

✿ᴄʜᴇʀʀʏʜᴀᴋ

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

Hiii I LOVE LOVE LOVE your angel/devil!steddie x reader fics!!

Could I possibly request one where they’re having movie night with the rest of the Stranger Things group and the reader is under a blanket. And Eddie and Steve are just fooling around with her under it and the others are just none the wiser?

I realize it’s a little similar to the one you recently did with the one with the date situation and I really loved it so I couldn’t help and ask for something similar 🤧, I love all your work!! Keep at it!!!

A/N: I wrote this in the middle of the night when I couldn't sleep, so I do apologise if that factor is obvious

∼ gentle reminder that feedback, but especially reblogs are the way you support writers on here ∽

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Hugging the fluffy pillow tight, pressing it over the lower half of your face, you grew thankful for your friends’ wish to watch the movie from the floor before you, laying on their stomachs with their feet crossed in the air behind them, while you stayed on the couch aways behind them, filling their heads with lies about you simply being too tired to move closer and already on the verge of just passing out. 

“Keep your eyes on the tv, sweetheart,” Eddie whispered, sucking on your neck as your thighs clenched around Steve’s skilful hand, “you don’t wanna look dumb when they talk to you about the plot later, do you?” your eyes fluttered down to see where the blanket draped over you swelled up, giving clue to where the angel’s hand was at work, drawing sloppy sounds from your centre that the energetic soundtrack luckily obscured. Tucking your knees up to your chest in an effort to discuss the inappropriate actions just in case the low light of the television was enough to illuminate your form. 

“Or maybe you do wanna look dumb, is that it?” you bit down on the mass of the pillow as Steve’s arched fingers rocked your very core, “is that why you’re letting us play with you in front of your friends? Are you just that desperate for them to find out what a little slut you really are? Of what a pretty little dumb dumb you are for us? Making your brilliant brain fly out the window with just the lightest of touch?”

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble

[lowkeycasanova]

tatted

plot: you finally get your first tattoo

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The idea of a tattoo had been on your mind forever. But in reality, you weren't too sure if you wanted one. Second guessing yourself with thoughts like, "Do I really want this?" and "What if it doesn't come out right?"

Ultimately you decided, fuck it, you were gonna do it.

When you told Vinnie, his eyes lit up. He was so excited for you, obviously.

You told him that you had been looking around at different parlors but there was no way he was letting you go to some random place. He insisted that you go to Arbel, the woman that has done all of his ink since he loved to LA.

He helped you get an appointment with her. She was booked up for the next two months and usually people had to submit a form when they want to book with her. But because Vinnie was a frequent client and friend, she made an exception. Perks.

In two days, you'd be getting your tattoo. Vinnie was enthusiastic, showing you different ideas but you had to remind him that you were getting one thing. One small thing.

"The only thing I'm concerned about is how much it would hurt." you told him.

He shrugged. "It depends on location and how high your pain tolerance is. Like this," he grabbed a mechanical pencil and gestured for you to give him your hand. He pressed the lead down like he was drawing.

"That's so uncomfortable." you retracted.

"It may not feel like that but it gives you an idea."

The afternoon of your appointment, Vinnie ushered you to the couch inside the warehouse as that's where it would be taking place.

"I can't believe you're just now getting some ink."

You got comfortable in your seat. " Well it would've been sooner if I could have made up my mind."

Arbel set up her equipment and smiled to herself as she listen to you and Vinnie talk.

"So what are you getting today?" she asked and put on her black gloves.

You showed her the picture saved in your camera roll. A small black diamond on the underside of the wrist.

"That's cute!" she exclaimed. "I like you. You make things easy for me unlike your boyfriend."

Vinnie rolls his eyes and scoffs.

You turn to lay your head on the arm of the couch while Arbel brings her chair over to you. Vinnie has a huge smile on his face.

She sanitizes the area and does the outline all until she pulls out the gun with the permanent ink. That's when the nerves start to kick in.

Like oh shit, this is really happening.

Vinnie hovers over you on the other side of the couch. "Do you wanna hold-"

You nodded without hesitating and grab his hand. Every so often, he'd give you a reassuring squeeze.

You look over at your wrist, watching Arbel being very focused. Then she noticed you watching.

"You know, most people tend to look away."

"It's actually not as bad as I thought."

"You're doing great." Vinnie chimes in.

When she finishes, you quickly look at her work. She did so good, looks just like the picture.

"Oh my god!" you gasp, covering your mouth with your hand. Vinnie is amused by your reaction. "It's great!" You nearly put your wrist in his face so he can get a better look.

Arbel then puts a sterile bandage around it. It creates an occlusive seal, so no air gets in and out. And makes sure that the temperature on the skin stays constant so it doesn't create a breeding ground for bacteria. Ultimately, protecting the tattoo while it's still fresh.

"Oh fuck, now I have to tell my mom."

"You didn't tell her you were getting a tattoo?!" Vinnie questions.

You shake your head.

"Oohh you're gonna be in trouble."

"Why don't we call your mom?"

He laughs. "My mom already knows about mine. She doesn't care...anymore."

"I meant we can tell her about mine."

"Stop stalling. I dare you to Facetime your mom right now."

He was right. Might as well get it over with.

You pull your phone out your back pocket and call her. But hoping that she's at work and can't talk. Nope.

"Hey mom."

"Hi Y/N, how are you?"

"I'm good, I wanted to show you something."

"Alright."

You hesitate for a moment just giving her a smile and she looks confused. "Stay calm, okay?"

"Don't make me nervous now. It's nothing bad is it?"

"No." you laugh nervously.

You held up your wrist to the camera and she brought her face closer to the phone to see better.

"What did you do?" she asked, but the tone of her voice gave away that fact that she knew.

"It's real." you said, still holding it up and Vinnie, out of frame, caressed it with his fingers, which she could see on screen and you yanked your arm away. "Stop, it hurts."

Your mom sighed on the other end.

"Do you like it?" you asked, really curious.

"Yeah...it looks nice." she replied. You could tell she wanted to say more but held her tongue back. You were an adult after all.

"Now Vinnie," she started. "Don't influence her."

"Hey!" he blurt out in defense open-mouthed, wondering how in the hell she knew he was right there.

[theprincessofpowerremake]

test design for a new OC - Vivian

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"though you look alike, you're nothing like her, are you?"

"....."

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[ EDIT - i actually don't like this drawing, but i drew this at 2 am w/ insomnia brain, so it gets a pass, i guess. ]

Vivian may look familiar, and that is because she's Catra's twin sister. and, despite how she looks, they're not identical twins. she is the older twin.

and don't let her looks fool you, she can be just as ferocious as her sister, if not more so, if you teeter her over the edge. Catra certainly has and Vivian hasn't regret her actions so far.

here's some trivial information on my character and some info-nuggets of her story.

taller than Catra

MtF lesbian ( the entire family is of women )

is from the Crimson Waste

is a scrapper

has shorter claws than Catra does ( retracts them )

despite the image above, she's very upfront and bordering on aggressive with her thoughts and feelings ( she's also buff )

doesn't like Scorpia

gets into fights with Catra almost daily ( physical or otherwise )

was brought in via arrest, but was eventually forced to work for the Horde in order to live

has lost two lives ( one by Catra, one by Hordak )

Vivian would be introduced somewhere around s1-s2, i think. she doesn't get along with her twin at all, and most of that is because Catra doesn't care for her bio-family, when Vivian had practically dropped everything and everyone to see her.

for a while, people confuse her for Catra ( esp Adora ), and gets personally attacked a few times. after, like, the third time, she changes her appearance enough for people to tell the differences and to stop attacking her for things her sister did.

here's her first meeting with Adora ( text ):

Adora - ! Catra.

Vivian - [ holding a drink that's definitely not for children or for her ] 'M not her. Thought you two grew up together.

Adora - ...So, what, you're her sister or something?

Vivian - By blood. By every other definition, she's nothing to me.

Adora - ... Are you...okay?

Vivian - Why do you care? [ takes a swig ] Ain't you on the good side?

Adora - Yes, but... ! Wait, the good side? So, you know what the Horde's doing too?

Vivian - Obviously.

Adora - Then why are you with them?

Vivian - Last I checked, that's none of your business. [ curls up ] Either kill me or leave me alone.

Adora - ...You're not going to do anything?

Vivian - I'm 'off-duty'. There's nothing for me to do.

Adora - ... Okay. Um... I can't just leave you here, though.

Vivan - Then I'll leave. Unless you wanna stop me. [ gets up and walks away ] What's your name...? Oh, right. [ looks back ] Bye, Adora.

Adora - ! [ tries not to shudder as she leaves ] ...Bye.

very awkward, very weird, Adora probably shouldn't have let her get away, but that's a consequence for future Adora and Vivian. maybe. if any consequence ever happens, hehe.

there's Vivian, short-form.

orphan that struggles with death and abandonment.

drinks when she shouldn't.

is very angry and upset.

and absolutely hates her sister.

i wonder what will become of her 🤔

[yujo-nishimura]

The Escape - Part 13

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12

Luffy had really made it - with his gum gum fruit abilities he had swung you both from rooftop to rooftop like Tarzan and Jane. He seemed highly entertained by the Marines not being able to catch up and your screams in panic. As you finally reach the outskirts of town, Luffy lets go of you and you both just run, towards the harbor where his ship supposedly sat anchor. 

You are panting, finally slowing down, you are at the end of your strength for today - the fear while being thrown through the air was a bit too much for you to handle. 

Luffy's finger extends towards a magnificent vessel, adorned with a striking figurehead resembling that of a sheep's head. The ship stands tall, graced with two towering masts, its caravel design exuding timeless elegance. Awe washes over you as you gaze upon its impressive form, captivated by its sheer beauty. “Where did you get such a beautiful ship from, Luffy?” 

“I was lucky to find the right crew members!”, he grinned proudly and made an inviting gesture. 

“Wanna come on board with us?” 

Just as you want to accept his invitation you hear a familiar voice behind you: 

“She belongs to our crew, straw hat!”

You both turn around, realizing Buggy, Cabaji, Mohji and even Richie had been quicker than the marines and had already boxed you in. 

“Oh, the clown guy, Bobby, right?” Luffy scratches his head over this encounter and you take a step back, ready to hide behind your friend. 

“The name is Buggy, you little brat! I came here to kill you and now I even have a better reason to do so, since you have someone with you, who belongs to me.” 

“Y/n said you abducted her..”, Luffy replied, still with confusion in his face. 

“Well, that was what I wanted to talk about with you. Initially we helped each other to survive and find his crew back, but then he got very mean and forced me to stay on his ship…” 

You mumble this from behind Luffy's back and he nods while listening attentively. 

“All lies!” Buggy yells, his face red in anger just like his nose.

“She rescued me from a sea king and helped me to even find my crew. She is a valuable crew member and I think she does not know yet that she actually really likes me…” 

“Really likes you?”, Luffys face is just one big question mark. He cannot follow anything the clown pirate is saying. He just feels that you are grabbing on to him and you are intimidated. He turns around to you and genuinely asks you now: “What do you want to do?” You gulp, actually not sure what you want to do. But you know one thing: “I don't want to take orders anymore!” 

“You come back with me!” Buggy yells and steps forward. Lufffy immediately gets ready to fight, shoves you back behind him. 

Buggy who expected that things would turn out like this has prepared for a fight as well. Drawing his knives, he detaches his arms and lets them fly towards you and Luffy in a chop-chop cannon. Luffy grabs you so you both are able to dodge the attack, you being less quick and agile than Luffy and just simply falling on the ground. 

Acting swiftly and decisively, Luffy harnesses the power of his elastic abilities, delivering a powerful strike known as the "Gum Gum Pistol" directly to Buggy's face. The impact of the blow sends the clown pirate hurtling backward, his comical facade temporarily shattered as he crumples to the ground. Mohji rushes to Buggy's side, concern etched across his face as he checks on his fallen captain.

Seizing the chance amidst the commotion, Cabaji makes his move. With unwavering resolve, he swiftly propels himself towards you, deftly balancing on his singular wheel. Without hesitation, he seizes hold of your shoulders, forcefully pulling you towards him. The cold steel of a sword presses against your throat, making you gulp. “Fuck!”, you whimper, knowing that this will give Luffy a big disadvantage. More than about yourself you worry about your friend. 

Buggy gets up, the blow just having him temporarily knocked down. Cabaji smiles at his captain, you can feel him close to your body, his grip tight, knowing he would be ready to hurt you if necessary. 

Momentarily diverted by the precarious situation unfolding before him, Luffy's attention shifts from you, held captive in Cabaji's grip, to the looming presence of Buggy. He reacts a bit too late, as he narrowly evades another swift knife attack from the cunning pirate. A flicker of concern flashes across Luffy's face as a small gash appears on his cheek, a testament to the imminent danger that surrounds him. You clench your fist, trying to wiggle yourself free from your abductor. “Luffy” you yell at your friend, “Don't worry about me. I will be fine. Beat them up!”

With a self-assured smile playing upon his lips, Buggy interjects. Rising to his full height, he surveys the unfolding scene, reveling in the advantage he now possesses. The grasp of Cabaji, still firmly holding you captive, grants Buggy a position of control.

Leaning into the moment, Buggy issues a chilling ultimatum: "I strongly advise against any resistance," he asserts with a sinister edge. "If you refuse to surrender, we shall take great pleasure in inflicting slow and agonizing pain upon your dear Y/n. Cabaji is in no mood for jokes today."

A surge of adrenaline courses through your veins as Cabaji applies additional pressure, causing the blade to inch perilously closer to your vulnerable skin. The sensation of pain intensifies, sending a sharp pang through your body, while your racing heart serves as a constant reminder of the danger you're in.

Luffy's eyes widen in alarm as he witnesses your distressing sight. His gaze fixates on the droplets of blood, slowly trickling down your neck and staining the edge of the sword. Time seems to stand still as the gravity of the situation becomes starkly apparent to him.

“Don't listen to them, Luffy..” you whimper and unfortunately do not sound as convincing as you had hoped you would. Luffy stops his movement, looking directly at Buggy now.  “What's the matter with you?” “I will give you a choice, Straw Hat.”, he laughs, realizing he has full control of the situation again. 

Buggy's voice cuts through the tense atmosphere, his words hang in the air, offering a choice that feels inherently unjust. "You have a decision to make," he taunts. "Surrender yourself to me, and your friend shall be set free. Alternatively, you can leave now, and I will claim Y/n as a captive on my ship." You bite your lip over this unfair deal. Luffy looks at you, not sure what to do next. He knows that both options for him were something he could not agree on. 

You look into his eyes, the first time they look seriously at you today. He does not show fear, but hesitation. You decide to make a decision for him. 

“Luffy, you will be the king of the pirates. You should not give yourself up to a stupid clown in this situation. Let me go with them and I will break free and meet you later again at the Grand Line…”, you suppress your tears as you say that. But you know this is the only reasonable solution - Buggy who has somehow grown fond of you would never hurt you more than he does right now, but he would definitely try to kill Luffy, understanding what a threat he could be becoming stronger and more experienced with the time. 

“I would listen to Y/n, she is just so much smarter than you!” Buggy laughs, holding his hand towards you in an inviting gesture. 

“Bring her over here, Cabaji. She has made her decision.” Cabaji, not letting the sword sink from your neck, shoves you towards Buggy and away from Luffy, your childhood friend standing there, frozen in hesitation and frustration at being unable to help you. With a last strong push, Cabaji shoves you towards Buggy, you fall directly into his arms, which he held open for you. The blood from your wound on your neck is staining his shirt as he pressed you close to his chest. You can feel his warmth and hear his heartbeat. You feel too ashamed and helpless to turn around you and you just hold your breath. 

“Y/n!”, you hear Luffy yell, “Take good care of yourself until we meet again. I will beat these guys up, if they hurt you any more than they have already done.” 

You nod, unable to face Luffy, you again feel this whirlpool of emotion dragging you down, the sudden physical touch of Buggy had stirred something in you, but you also feel humiliated again, having again lost your way to freedom. Buggy lifts you up, surprised and without being able to say anything he just lifts you on his shoulders, like a package, carrying you slowly away from the encounter with Luffy. 

Cabaji and Mohji stay behind for a bit longer, watching Luffy that he wont plan any attempt to try getting you back. As Buggy turns around with you you can see Luffy. He is smiling now, waving at you. In his eyes there is no more hesitation but determination to see you again. And you see something else - hope and the conviction that you will be fine. He seems to know more than you at this moment. You close your eyes in order to not cry. 

[blackstarchanx3new]

Creations AU FNAF 4, But I obnoxiously over explain it PT 3

FNAF 4 pages 60-90

*Warning ahead for heavily abusive language.

Oh boy I sure hope we get an answer.

Lmao mom and dad are fighting.

Yikes Diana that's not very nice.

Hah nope.

Okay but why did people think this genuine moment between William and his son was somehow malicious???

Dude is just talking to his son who is currently breaking down wtf is wrong with some people??? XD

This was after Sister Location on webtoon too so there should be no excuse for this bad faith reading of William's character after some of the scenes in that comic. I won't spoil but like...??????????

Like William is a bad person in cannon and this comic but it's legit-

William: *breathes*

Audiance: YOU BASTARD!!!!!

HE'S A PERSON TOO AND IS WRITTEN AS SUCH?

The reference to being a devil will only make more sense as the FNAF 1 ARC draws to a close.

Oh ho ho hooooooo.

So, that's why Sammy's a fucking weirdo about robots in the FNAF 1 Arc.

Also this gives context to the whole scene where Mike and his sister in law talk about Charlie still being alive while having a grave in the FNAF 1 Arc.

The one walking around is a robot.

So unlike everything implied in cannon: Creations William loves his children.

Is it always in a healthy/good way: NO. AND THAT WILL ONLY BECOME MORE APARENT AS FNAF 1'S ARC COTNENUES.

He even loves the one that indirectly KILLED one of his others lmao.

I just enjoy giving William an actual character. Lmfao. Unlike a lot of people who get on a high horse for making him a plank of wood. X'D

Yes. he's evil man you wrote the most basic boring bland mother fucker on the planet to be said antagonist. You're very cute making that your antagonist while not thinking about how making him that fucking boring and personalities affects the themes or ideas of your work. Here's a fucking cookie???

I hate this way of writing William if you can't tell lmfao.

"He can't have a motive or you're humanizing him" is such a horse shit take and I won't stfu about it considering how prevalent of an idea that shit was on Twitter. X'D

Idk if this is a wake up call that women can be abusers too but like, they can be lmao. Trust me on that.

Oops. The demon thing heard you.

William's default to dealing with Diana is to try and fix things and placate her enough to where she won't go nuclear. Which is sad, but he sucks in different ways.

Really they are a tale of "A match made in hell".

Everyone makes shitty choices here lmao.

Diana antagonizes somebody off their rocker and William's a spinless bastard to both his wife and his creepy demon.

He didn't wanna do it himself and I find that amusing.

The poorest of poor choices were made by everyone involved.

There's little sympathy for any parties here lmao. Except maybe Ballora. X'D

That instant regret lmao. "I MADE A MISTAKE WOOPS"

That's a repeat thing with our good ol Willy boy.

He makes a mistake, and then keeps repeating the same mistake lmao.

William is stuck in a loop of perpetually falling into making the same mistakes over and over and it is a theme of the series WILLIAM is the one who needs to solve HIS OWN problems.

William takes no accountability where it's REALLY NEEDED, blames and pushes it onto others can't find the strength to fight his own inner demons and falls into the same pitfalls over and over.

Hehe your house is a bit odd there William.

William's just fed up with everyone involved in this situation lmao.

I mean yeah, the demon thing IS a bad liar.

He directly cause Diana to die lmao.

And I like William calling him out on that. William in some part is scared of his own inner demons taking form as this thing that mimics him.

"The demon" as I call him is important and also a direct reflection of William's own mistakes. William not confronting or taking care of this "Demon" in any meaningful way part of the damn problem.

Why the fuck you lyyyyyyin.

Why you always lyyyyyyin'-

That bold faced lie will only become more apparent as the story goes on. This bitch has plenty of agency he just likes William to take the fall for everything.

Which in a way is fair. He is a result of William's as well. ;)

Once again have reached the image cap because WHYYYY

[laladellakang]

the willben show

masterlist | wattpad

italics dialogue = english

! i've actually written this a couple of days after the video was posted but.. it seemed so boring and i couldn't figure out what scenes to write next so.. !

"Hello!" Della waved to the two kids while Jayke offered a handshake.

"Say hi to your guests," Sam instructed.

"Hello," William and Bentley greeted.

"I'm Jake," Jake went for the handshake again, to which they actually accepted this time, so Jay decided to do the same.

"Are you not gonna...?" Jay asked Della.

"No. I'm just gonna use my powers to make a place in their hearts," she started doing a weird hand gesture while making eye contact with Bentley. She had an exaggerated serious look on her face.

"Okay, now William," her lips formed a slight smile when she saw Bentley playing around with a grin, pretending to avoid her 'hypnotism.' "Okay, I'm already in their hearts," she stopped when William smiled and turn away shyly.

"Wahh, now what are you supposed to say to your guests?"

"Please introduce yourselves."

"We'll do our introduction. 1, 2, connect! Hello! We are Enhypen's Jake," "Della," "and Jay."

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"William, did you know who we were earlier?" Della asked when Bentley ran to find props.

"He remembers Della," Sam answered for him.

"Woah, really?!" the Enha members' eyes widened.

"Is it because noona's the only girl?" she asked again. "I stand out, right?" she grinned when Will kept nodding with a smile.

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"Who wants to draw Della? Bentley, do you want to draw Del-" Sam asked when the wiki boards were revealed.

"I wanna draw Della," Bentley moved from Jake's board to start on Della's first, making Jallake laugh.

"Della and Jake wake up. They go to bus, and he go to their house, and they eat their lunch, and they go to sleep."

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"Della-ssi, what about your TMI?"

"Ah- on the way here, I was playing Tetris and I got a new high score of two million," Della explained.

"Two million?!" Ben exclaimed when he heard the large number.

"Yess, my eyes got too tired though so I had to lose," she covered her right eye with a hand.

"It's okay. Two million is a big number," William assured.

"They said I ranked third in Seoul," she said proudly, holding up three fingers.

"Wahh," the staff reacted.

"If you rank third in Seoul with two million then how much did the first and sec-" Sam was cut off by his son's loud voice.

"Wait!" Bentley ran into the supply room again. "Three!" he placed a pair of glasses on Della's face. They were in the shape of two fingers doing an 'okay' gesture. In other words, two fingers holding up a three.

"Wah! It's so cute! Great job, buddy!" Della raised her hand for a high five, to which he reciprocated.

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"Have you ever had any trouble communicating with each other?" Sam asked the members on their accents.

"Jake and Della understands most of what I say- same goes for us and Della," Jay explained, placing a hand on Della's arm. "But there are many times in which I don't get what he's saying."

"I understand American english because I've watched movies, but I think it's difficult the other way around," Jake added.

"Oh but Della understands Jake well?"

"She's... the only one who really understands what I'm saying," everyone laughed at what Jake said. "She tends to translate what I say."

"I'm used to lots of different accents so I understand it quite well," Della shared. "Even the little slangs-"

"Heaps," Jake gave out an example. "Brekkie, Maccas, she understands it all."

"Is it maybe the same for UK English?" Sam wasn't fazed by his son pouncing on him.

"No, I'm just aware of it all," Della grinned.

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"Australian English, American English, Del- Della.. English?" Sam stuttered in confusion, making the staff laugh. "-and Korean-Australian english, let's compare. The order is Jay, Della, Jake, Ben and Will."

"I don't wanna do it," Ben whined.

"Ben, do you wanna sit on my lap?" Jake asked for the nth time. "Come here!"

"He's not a puppy," Jay laughed at his tone.

"Do you wanna sit on my lap?" Della offered next. "Wah!" surprisingly, the boy ran to Della for a hug, and she lifted him up on her lap a couple of seconds later.

"Do you wanna try sitting on Jake's lap?" Della whispered after Ben sat there for a while. "Come on." Jella couldn't contain their adoration-filled expressions when they saw the delight on Jake's face.

He finally got Ben to sit on his lap.

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"You don't have an English accent, yeah?" Sam noticed after doing the vocabulary relay.

"Actually- I never lived anywhere else apart from Seoul. I was born and raised here," Della clarified. "My parents met and got married when they were in the UK. I was only conceived there."

"Ahh," the staff's voices could be heard.

"Yeahh, we still visit from time to time, but I've never actually lived there-" Ben went back to Della to sit on her lap again.

"Like gone to school and stuff like that? Ahh, I see. So that's why your accent is very American?"

"I think her accent is thicker than mine," Jay said with a smile.

His eyes were shining extra bright that day. Engenes wondered if it was actually the weather or the fact that he got to see a glimpse of the future.

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"I'm in noona's team," Will looked up to Della while swinging his arms.

"You're in noona's team?! Let's go! Let's win this!" she knelt down to give hims a high-ten.

"Jake will play for both teams," Sam instructed.

"Okay! Let's do this!" Jake high-fived his two youngest teammates.

"Do a little better with us, Jakey," Della 'whispered' cheekily.

"Noo," Jay grinned. "You have to start over if you do," he pointed.

"Jakey!" Will copied Della, making the Enha members chuckle.

"Jakey, Sammy, Willy, Benny, Delly..." Bentley went blank during Jay's turn. "Jay-ee.."

"Jay-ee," the whole room couldn't help but laugh.

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"Guys, guys- wanna play a game? Winner gets a lollipop," Della offered the kids in the video's 'end credits.' It was a little after 'Sam's Interest in People,' and Sam was nowhere to be found in frame.

"YES! Yes yes!" Bentley was a little more enthusiastic, but both of them were ready to play the game.

"Cham cham cham," Della kneeled down so they were roughly the same height. "Rock, paper, scissors on who goes first."

"Della's really good with kids," Jake complimented her.

"She's really a natural, isn't she?" Jay smiled.

"Our Della," they said in unison.

requested: — the willben show

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[abibliophobiaa]

Hello!!! Happy 1K celebration that's amazing ❤️

I was wondering if I could send in a little request!!

Character - Eddie x reader

Type - Comfort fic

Trope - Reader has a nightmare and needs comforting

Dialogue - "c'mere you"

There is no rush, I'm sure you have loads of requests coming in!!!

Thank you so much 💓

sorry for the delay, but more to come soon. hope you enjoy! (700 words of fluff; f!reader). || part of #Lunas1kfollowercelebration🌙

It starts like all the other dreams that come before it. That murky, dark sky—blood red and glinting like rubies, the flash of lightning that slashes across the sky in a giant arc, the sound of screeching bat wings. Constant beating, a thunderous metronome. Your feet carry you hastily beside Dustin, the sound of sobbing hitting your ears. You always forget it's yours. An anguished sound that tears from you…robs you of breath as your eyes behold the sight of Eddie’s mangled body on the cold, hard ground. After that it’s all the goodbyes you shared. The whispers of love against bloody lips, a promise that not even death would put an end to what he feels for you. 

He closes his eyes, like he does every other time, and you scream into the void endlessly. Until your vocal chords are raw and your eyes burn from the sting of tears. Until your voice cracks from the strain. Until you can’t scream anymore. Until Robin eventually has to pull you away from his broken form, running her fingers through your hair, telling you he’s fine. 

Because Nancy heard a heartbeat and felt it too, because he’s not gone, he’s still got life within him, it doesn’t end now…

You jump with a start, chest heaving as you blink up at your bedroom ceiling. The room is still dark, the alarm clock to your left alerting you it’s only three in the morning. Eddie has to be up in two hours for his job at the local automobile repair shop. Eddie, who sleeps beside you every night; Eddie who has slept beside you every night for the past year. It’s 1987, Vecna is gone, Eddie is alive. Eddie, with his breath that puffs against your collar bone, a hand curling low around your hip, drawing up your borrowed Hellfire shirt about your hips. Eddie, who had kissed you the night before and reached over your head to tug the chain on your bedside lamp, before settling down with you pulled close to his form. 

Eddie, who slowly rouses beside you, dark eyes popping open to take in your face. His reaction is immediate. He lets out a sympathetic hum as he whispers, “C’mere you,” and you press your face into the curve of his chest, right over where his heart thrums loud and familiar in your ears. Your fingers slide up to rest beside your cheek, relishing in the slow rise and fall of his torso, the reminder of life within the boy who holds your heart in his hands. “Did you have another nightmare?”

“Yeah,” you murmur, sliding your free arm up and around his side, drifting along the skin beneath his tattered tee stretched taut over his shoulders. He’s warm beneath your fingertips, a tether for your weary soul. “I’ll be fine. You can go back to bed. You have to be up soon anyway.” 

“Can’t sleep when my favorite girl can’t sleep. Wanna go for another walk?” 

Minutes later, after you’ve pulled on a pair of sweats and Eddie’s done the same, the two of you trudge along the streets near your apartment, fingers brushing under pale moonlight while the rest of Hawkins sleeps. You’ve walked these roads countless times now, both on the nights when you’ve woken gasping for air, and the ones where Eddie shoots up ramrod straight beside you, pleading with anyone who might hear for the pain to stop. The brush of chilly winter air dances along your cheeks as you push closer to Eddie’s side, glancing up at his side profile, his palm curling tighter around your own. 

“You know I’ll never leave you, right?” It’s his vow everyday, but a gentle reminder every time either of you has one of these nights. You squeeze his palm tighter, relishing in the warmth of his chest, the solidity of his form. 

“And you know I love you, right?” It’s yours back, a whisper in the night, punctuated by the softest brush of your lips against his cheek. 

He shifts his face enough to kiss you. 

Slow, soft, warm—an assurance of the soul. 

“Always.”

[prettyboyeddiemunson]

kinktober day 7: toys. 

pairing: vampire!eddie munson & catholic!reader 

word count: 1k

warnings: use of a rabbit toy (if you know you know), brief oral (female receiving), biting/blood, squirting. 

a/n: prompt credit goes to the-purity-pen! as always, reader is 18+! 

MINORS DNI!

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just when y/n thought that nothing could feel better, she was proven wrong. 

eddie’s mouth was working her pussy, her legs thrown over his shoulders as he devoured her. her cum was soaking his face and the fingers he was using inside of her, all while he watched her with red-tinted eyes. her back was arching, her head fuzzy with lust and pleasure as she neared her second climax of the night. as he licked a stripe from her entrance to her clit, and then back down, an idea was beginning to form in his head. he was smiling against her cunt, and the sweet smell of it mixing with the scent of her blood was sending him into deep lust. he wanted to see her come undone, to watch her tremble, scream, shake, claw, and buck her hips into his face for more, and he knew just the way to make her do that.

“y/n,” eddie said, drawing back to look up at her. his face was gleaming with her cum, which he didn’t even bother to wipe away. “i want to use something on you. may i?”

“what is it?” she asked curiously. 

“it’s called a rabbit,” eddie said. “it’s a toy that vibrates. you can either let it vibrate against your clit, or it can vibrate inside of you.”

“oh,” she said. “so, it’s basically a dildo?”

“basically,” he confirmed, nuzzling along her groin with a low, desperate growl as he inhaled the delectable scent of her blood. “fuck, you smell so good.”

“bite me,” she begged. “you can, if you want to…”

“later,” he said, reaching into his bedside drawer and retrieving a box. “this is brand new; i only took it out of the box to charge it. it’s never been used on anyone else.”

“did you buy that just for me?” y/n asked, her eyes lighting up when the toy came into view. she giggled a little, her fingers running over the part that went against the clit. “i see now why they call it a rabbit.”

“pretty cool, huh?” eddie said, running the thicker part of the toy through her folds. “just say the word, and i’ll put it inside of you. if that’s what you want.”

“i want it,” she said, shivering as he circled the toy around her clit. “please? i wanna see if it’s just as good as all the other ones you’ve given me.” 

eddie slowly pushed the toy inside of her, listening to her moans as she squirmed below him. he didn’t turn it on yet, giving her time to adjust to the feeling of it. he could feel her clenching around it as he held it inside, his thumb running over the controls on the base. she was looking up at him in desperation, and in her head he could see that she so badly wanted him to turn it on. he pressed kisses along her collarbones and upper chest, his tongue running over a hickey he’d left between her breasts as he turned the toy on to the lowest setting. she was whimpering, her body tensing for a moment before relaxing as the toy rattled against her g-spot.

“eddie,” she moaned, her hands grasping him as her legs began to shake immediately. “that’s so good…”

“do you want me to turn on the clit vibration, or do you like the inner vibration best?” he asked.

“i can feel the little rabbit ear things against my clit,” she told him. “the inner vibration is making those shake a little, too, so i can feel it everywhere…”

“that’s so fucking filthy,” he said with a grin, pushing it further inside so that the outer part was tightly against her swollen, soaking clit. he thrust the toy, listening to her cry out below him as she clawed at his skin. “you’re so beautiful, baby. when you’re so horny like this, so needy to cum, your head a gold mine of shit that would put most adult films to shame, you’re just so. fucking. gorgeous.”

he thrust deeply with every one of those final words, and she was digging into his skin each time. he turned the settings up twice more, finding a steady, hard vibration that was making her arch highly off the bed. her entire body was growing even hotter, her blood pumping hard, her heart beating so loudly that it nearly drowned out her moans for eddie. he sought permission to bite her, and once she gave it, he sank his fangs above her right breast. he was fucking her hard on the toy, and she could see nothing but stars as she felt her orgasm approaching. her lower belly filled with heat, the tightness within starting to unravel with every movement of that vibrator and suck of the bite wound. eddie took one of her hands then, placing it on the toy as he used both hands to grip her hips.

“fuck yourself on that thing for me,” he said, moaning when he could hear the wet sounds it was making below the sounds of the vibe motor. “christ, that sounds so goddamn hot.”

“i w-wish it was your dick instead,” she breathed, her entire body a tremor as her climax was growing nearer. “i want you to…to….”

“cum for me around your toy, and we’ll see,” he encouraged. “i know you want to; don’t hold back.”

she continued to thrust the toy, pressing the setting up one higher. it felt as though her entire body was shaking, her pussy growing wetter with every single push. when she finally came, it was the hardest orgasm she’d experienced by far. she squirted twice, soaking the toy, her hand, parts of eddie, and the mattress underneath. he was laughing wickedly, enjoying her thoughts and the way she was screaming his name, while looking down at her cunt. she was covered in her own cum, and he turned off the toy, took it out of her, and held the drenched item to her mouth.

“clean it,” he told her. “i want to see you clean up the mess that you made, baby.”

with a wink, and a loose grip to his wrist, she guided the toy to her lips and did just that.

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