#just a quick sketch before bed haha

[guardianspirits13]

Inside you, there are two wolves…

[lunarmango]

Flickering Lights

Demon Alastor x Human reader fic? ON IT. I'm so siked to make this a series and I hope who reads this enjoys this as much as I do. I wanna get into writing. (I don't write, I draw) and I was thinking of making a longer fic, the details were so hard to piece together. I really enjoy the concept of demon Al with human reader. So here we go!

Word Count: 2k

TW: None for now? Pretty mild stuff haha.

Chapter One: Moving in

New Orleans, Louisiana

1946

Where wandering spirits were said to roam, walk and explore more frequently, being an area where people would find it easier to communicate with them, or so you were told. You were convinced it's utter nonsense to be completely honest. The whole notion of spirits was so far fetched you just couldn't bring yourself to even fathom them. Though not opposed to being proved wrong.

It's been years, saving for a house. Your apartment was small, cheap and far too crowded with furniture and items you just can't let go of. From a suffocating apartment to a house. You were practically buzzing from excitement. Like, literally almost shaking.

A new chapter in your life.

When you walked in, you suck air through your teeth in anticipation, the cool air hitting your teeth invigorating you, fingers fumbling with the old metallic keys that jingled in response, finally able to slot the correct one in the door and push open the dark wood hastily, the hinges swinging and the door practically flying.

You winced at the loud thud when it slammed on the white painted brick wall. Taking a few deep breaths, you decided it was best if you didn't wreck your new house on the first day. You think you would actually cry if you did, and you were not willing to test that theory. Checking the wall where the door hit with a small grimace of anticipation, you close the door behind you, relieved to see the wall is fine, your face relaxing again as you take yet another deep breath through your nose.

House tour!

Kicking off your shoes at the entrance, you begin wandering from room to room, you take in the spacious kitchen and living room. Though it lacked a certain homey touch. But you were aware why. There was no furniture after all. You had a vision for the house. Just had to wait 3 days before you could make it happen and the furniture would arrive. You had big plans, that did not pair well with your lack of patience. You already had multiple shitty sketches of how you roughly wanted each room to look. The furniture is all you need, it'll arrive soon enough. Hopefully.

You're going to need to find a way to pass the time.

First things first, you still haven't explored the upstairs! Running your hand gingerly along the wooden railing as you hop upstairs, the hard floor creaking occasionally under your feet every few steps, you take a sharp left and step into the master bedroom. It was massive. You feel a grin etch at your face as you peek your head inside. You're definitely getting a king sized bed. With a nod you left the room, confident you were going to be a pro napper at least a month within getting your new bed.

You open the door to the bathroom. Spacious enough, room for a decent sized tub and shower. Although you never really saw the point in baths if you wanted to get clean. You step out and look into the spare bedroom. Maybe a potential study? That or the attic. You always were sure that the environment can heavily affect the quality of ones work.

Was such a big house going to make you feel small? Possibly alone? You scoffed to yourself. Who cares when you have such a house?! Expensive too. Ho ho you were going to have fun "subtly" showing off this house to your friends.

With a quick, dismissive peek to the spare room you turn on your heels, going up the stairs to the attic with cautious steps, the worn wooden panels making such loud noises in retaliation to your steps that you were afraid that they would give in. Your hand gently opens the rattly metallic doorknob and open the door, squinting only to see a small switch on the side of the door. You flick it on and hear the buzz of a weak warm light turning on above you, fully illuminating the room the best the small warm light can.

First thoughts? Dusty. Very Dusty. Every box, book and the long desk and chair at the end of the room practically black and gray from the abundance of dust. A sigh escaping your lips, realising just how long you were going to be cleaning for, a task you were not mentally prepared for yet. Making your way to the desk, you approached a large wooden desk, most of the surface blocked by a large panel with knobs, switches, dials and little doodads that slide up and down. The sliding doodads having small, mini light bulbs at the top of each. You look at the corners and edges of the panel, looking for an on switch or something.

Nothing.

It was probably unplugged?

Nevertheless, as foreign as the panel seemed to you, a surge of determination drives through you to figure it out. It seemed expensive. Whoever used this probably cared deeply for it, the text of the brand faded, showing the love and use the panel had been provided with. If it was so well used, you had to figure out just why it was loved so much.

To begin, you had to figure out just what it is. Turning it on seemed like the obvious option.

Crouching under the table to look to where the cables lead, you notice a microphone on the floor. Wrapping your hand just above the flat base of the microphone, feeling the coolness of the metal and the sandy texture of the dust between your skin and the metal, you try to lift it. You were suprised to find your hand faltering slightly at the sheer weight of the microphone, dropping forward onto your knees to provide a better position to pick it up in, using both hands to stand up and set it in front of the panel with more ease. It wasn't that heavy. But you didn't want to drop it. Wasn't this supposed to have headphones...?

Once more, you go down on all fours, looking under the desk, when no sign of somewhere to turn on the panel or headphones appears, you circle round to the back of the desk, finding a wire and an unplugged plug. With a small huff that caused far too much dust to fly in the air, triggering a cough from you. Slotting the plug in the panel above you hums to life and flickers on once more. A small hushed yes emerges from you as you slowly stand up, brushing the dust from your knees, then your hands.

You walk back in front of the desk, flipping some random switches for the hell of it, satisfying metallic clicks and clanks as a result of your tampering. Then proceeding to tap the microphone, you blow on it to rid it of the pesky dust, stepping back to let the dust fall.

You took a moment to appreciate just how expensive this radio setup must have been, so big and complicated it made your mind whirl just trying to decipher what each control did. You brush away some more of the dust from the panel, running your finger between the buttons, trying to look for labels, or some sort of guidance, only to find them worn out, white writing so etched and scratched at on the metallic reddish-brown surface that it was unreadable. A soft smile tugging at your lips in realisation of just how loved this equipment really was.

You’ve seen the basics of what a radio setup should look like, without having to remember the separate into bitty details of the control. Panels, a microphone. Where were the headphones? You look below the desk, bending at an uncomfortable angle to the shelves situated under the left of the desk.

Nothing.

Not like you could broadcast anything even if you wanted to. Why do they use the headphones? To listen to the sound of their own voice? How proud and snobby must one be to love their voice that much? An audible scoff from you. You know you wouldn’t be able to put up with anyone of the sort.

Using both hands, stabilising the microphone properly, you pick it up, with a smart smirk, looking at the empty wall you begin speaking to your imaginary viewers, mocking the accent radio people had to use to the best of your ability. “Hello my dear viewers! Welcome back to my boring ass show, talking about shit that probably serves as background noise” A snicker escapes your lips as your smirks stretches wider in amusement, gently putting the microphone back down.

Eager to make your made up show more believable, you move away from the desk, eyes scanning the worn wooden panels of the floor. Remembering you looking earlier you let out a hefty sigh. Were you really going to spend hard earned money for a few minutes of make-believe mucking about like a child?

Oh definitely.

Lost in thought, still staring at the floor, chuckling in thought a distinct noise snaps you out of the haze of your mind.

Click

You look over your shoulder to the direction of the noise, the desk, trying to place the exact location.

Another click

It was from the panel? You turn back to the panel, looking down on the panel as the clicks increase in frequency, switches being flicked, dials turned. A particular pattern caught your eye being the fact that during the abundance of alterations to the controls of the panel, no knob or slide was altered twice, almost if it was altering itself the clicking now a steady rhythm. What a ridiculous idea, as clueless as you were about the technology you were almost certain it wasn’t that advanced.

The clicks slowly come to a stop, one last slider slowly going upwards to a certain line before it stops completely.

“Eager to hear my voice?” You mutter under your breath, a dial slowly turning, one of your eyebrows quirking up in response. Spirits and ghosts don’t exist.

There’s always a what if.

What if they do exist?

What if you’re the first to fully realise this?

What if you’re living a ghost story?

After all, things moving on their own in the dusty attic of an old house was never a good sign.

Yeah no who were you kidding.

But just to make sure.

You bend at the waist, your lips as inch away from the crosshatched metal of the top of the microphone.

“Can you hear me?” You say in a teasing low purr, holding back a laugh in your lungs, helping to alleviate the tension you’re beginning to feel rising up in you, pressing in on the sides of your head. Jokes always help. Well. Not always. However you can’t exactly help it either.

A flicker of the small light bulbs, emitting a warm light above the sliding controls. You couldn’t help but still be sceptical. Your voice now has a newfound edge, the whole situation making you uncomfortable.

“You- can?”

Another flicker from the same small light bulbs.

A nervous laugh rumbling from your chest.

You had to figure this out, because you wouldn’t put going insane past you. Maybe a break from the attic would be good. Probably buy some headphones. As unsettling as the panel is, having the set incomplete irks you unnecessarily, and it was an enigma you couldn’t help but feel determined to figure out.

[millipedegf]

i love your art so much how do you draw so fast?????? i feel like i am so slow with my own :0

aw thank you! i get feeling that way- i have my own issues with making art; i tend to work pretty slowly on bigger pieces, but i spread my attention over multiple pieces at once, so maybe that makes it look like i'm more productive, haha. i've only recently (sort of, lol) gotten out of a long, uninspired rut where i really wasn't making anything i was interested in. it's tricky, for sure! i think the best thing, though, is just to ignore what other ppl are up to, in a way- there's always going to be ppl who are really quick/productive, and it's okay that your process isn't! take your time. enjoy it for what it is, and how the act of making smth is allowing you an opportunity to learn :-) (last word of advice; sketch as much as possible. seriously, the only reason i've gotten faster and had more stuff to share is because i started taking my sketchbook with me 24/7. draw in between your classes, in your classes, on the bus, the train, before bed, etc. whenever you've got a moment or got smth on your mind!)

[josephponiatowski]

Drawed this sketch really quick before going to bed.

Alexander Walewski Penguin growth stages

Haha get it?

…It’s because he is a very penguin shaped fella 🐧

It was a good drawing practice actually. This sketch is not perfect, but at least I enjoyed drawing this :)

Don’t worry, Pepi art is coming soon. Just wait patiently, please. ❤️

[ask-sebastian]

Sebastian, good morning ☀️

Hope it is a good one! I am aware that today is your birthday. Your "come out nakey" day, as I like to say~ I know you're not big on celebrating, and the party in the dungeons is technically for three people at once, butt! If you'd like to spend the day somewhere quiet, I have just the spot~ For now I hope that everybody's company brightens up your morning, day, and evening! We love you, and we care about you, and our common room certainly feels much better with you running around after Nosy haha

I also think somebody has convinced the house-elves to bake some sort of a cake for you? Hopefully, it's a good one because I sure would like a piece!

Your neighbour next dorm, William ☀️

P.S. I'm sorry if it comes out a bit weird, but… It's Saturday and I didn't want to wake you up early on the weekend, so I just left my letter nearby, and then I realized that you and Nosy look so cute sleeping like that??? I had to sketch it real quick. Once again, just for academic purposes, nothing weird! If it's not too forward of me, could I ask you to maybe model for our art class someday? We would love to see somebody of your, er, complexion and stature. It's fine if not~ But I don't know how long we can survive painting Nearly Headless Nick. He comes back every other month with a new heroic pose he wants us to try out, and we are in dire need of volunteers… My eyes really need something more… solid, I guess, to practice on? Not a ghost… Once again, I'd understand if you say no! But I would love to at least do some proper sketches!

[Next to the letter and a torn page from Will's sketchbook you see some of the charmed niffler treats for Nosy that you've received from William before.]

*A soft, rustling sound wakes me from sleep. My eyes crack open, blinking blearily, eventually focussing on Nosy, with what looks to be a letter in his beak. I quickly snatch it away before the little rascal has chance to bolt. Nosy makes an aggrieved little squeak before his attention is diverted by a small pile of shiny niffler treats, and I watch with a warm smile as he happily eats one and shoves the rest in his pouch before scuttling off to his nest. I sit up, rub the last of sleep from my eyes before grabbing my glasses from the bedside and read the note, smiling softly at the sketch left on the bed. I pick it up and squint closer*

Do I really drool in my sleep? *wipes at corner of my mouth as I grab a quill and parchment.*

Will,

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your wonderful gift. You are as equally thoughtful as you are talented, and I can't say thank you enough for sharing both with me. My days are truly brighter for everyone's company, especially today. I've not seen a cake yet, bu if I do I will happily share. Don't let that keep you from seeking me out, though. We can absolutely hang out any time. I shall absolutely consider modelling for your art class, if they'll have me. I can't imagine Nearly Headless Nick is the most....engaging subject. I can understand the need for something more...corporal.

Thank you again, and don't be a stranger,

Sebastian

[bite-sized-devil]

Hi Saadie! Congrats on 500+ Followers!

Here's my info for the matchup! ^^

Star Sign : (November) Scorpio Age : 18 Height : 5'3 Identity : Female; She/Her MBTI : INFJ-T Occupational : (tired) College Student Favorite Things : I like books (mostly fantasy), action movies, musicals, my computer (lol), any type of music, anime, flowers such as azaleas and roses, milk chocolate, birthday cards my sister makes for me and butterscotch ice cream What I do in my spare time : Read books or fics, play piano, watch gamers on YouTube and sometimes sketch random objects out of boredom What I look for in a partner : Passionate, loyalty, overall great sense of humor, kindness, funny (my humor be broken haha) and honesty! Favorite Obey Me Character(s) : Mammon, Leviathan, Satan Belphegor and Barbatos Appearance : I am a South Asian person who has olive-peach skin but not so pale looking either. I have a really small mole on the left side of my cheek. I have short black hair, light brown eyes, pretty big eyelashes and am pretty much average in height (or short- not sure how much 5'3 is classified in some countries lol). I have small dark circles under my eyes which can't be distinguished since I wear glasses which somewhat covers them up.

I hope this is enough! If you need, I can DM you a picture of my appearance! ^^

( -@amberrskiies )

🌻 500 Followers Bite Sized Event 🌻

Hello cutie! I'm sorry this took a little while, I'm trying to go in order of who sent in first. I originally wanted to give each submission all of what I promised all at the same time but uhhhh.... That would take way to long 😂 and so I'm just releasing the match ups first then I'll do the fics/script fics if I haven't already written them. Oh also nightbringer distracted me a buuuunch! So sorry!!

Mostly SFW, slightly suggestive. 💕

Match up:

Satan Avatar of Wrath

May I offer scrunky furious cat boy to you? He's very passionate, funny, loyal and honest! I think he'd be quite taken with you, you love to read and play the piano what a charming little thing you are 💕 He'd love to help you study for your exams, you'll reward him with kisses won't you?

Head canons for you two:

This mother fucker actually asked you out mid screaming match with Lucifer. Or well actually you think that's what happened? You remember "MC GOOD YOU'RE HERE I WANT TO TAKE YOU TO DINNER! THAT IS AS SOON AS IM FINISHED WITH THIS ARSEHOLE RIGHT HERE!" So now you're in your room at HOL dressed and ready but starting to think maybe you heard wrong? Your brain doesn't really function properly during screaming matches, even ones you aren't involved in. So you're sitting on your bed considering changing before anyone notices you're all dressed up. Fuck that would be so embarrassing! But you hear a knock on the door, just one simple but sharp knock. It has you up off your bed in seconds racing to the door nearly as fast as the beat your heart is setting. You open the door and find him there waiting. He gives you a warm smile and takes your small hands in his. "Your beauty flaws me MC, truly you are something to behold. I want to apologise for my rudeness earlier, I'm not sorry I asked you to dinner. Just how I went about it."

How cute is it when you read together. 🥰 Your head resting on one of his legs reading your lastest fantasy novel. The fingers of his free hand comb through your short black locks absentmindedly. His other hand holds his book against the thigh of his raised knee. It's mostly comfortable, until he gets to an intense part and the fingers in your hair are no longer combing but sharply pulling as his hand gets turned into a fist. He's quick to pull you into his arms and smother you in sweet kisses in-between sorry's when he hears you utter a quiet 'ouch'.

If you weren't a member of the anti-lucifer club you are now. Pranking just became a favourite pastime for you both. If anything Lucifer is thankful as you tend to do childish pranks now instead of murderous ones.

Can he help you study? Please, he'll be good! He won't distract you! Say you'll let him help you, he'd love to. Honestly he'll only kiss you a little bit, promise they will only be as rewards for correct answers and not because you look so cute when you're concentrating. Oh no, was that a paper cut? He'll kiss it better, he'll kiss it better at your wrist, up your arm, along your collar bone, over your pulse point, along your jaw, over your lips with his tongue down your throat. Wait where did it hurt again? You can't remember, everything feels hazy. No pain, or study, only Satan.

It is now your life's mission to find a horror movie that actually scares Satan. Unfortunately you haven't found one yet, it's not however unfortunate for Satan. He loves watching horror movies with you, loves the way you tuck yourself in close to his side almost half hidden from the screen. Thinks it's so cute the way you jump and squeal a little at jump scares. Once you actually jumped into his lap, he kept you there the entire rest of the film just holding you close. So yeah he definitely likes watching them with you.

Will absolutely loose his shit if you dress up as a kitty. He's a blushing, stuttering mess! He's so fucking into you, and then you do this? His brain isn't working, not enough blood reaching it... It's circulating elsewhere. 😳

No offence to Satan or whatever but can you do me a favour and teach him how to dress himself properly? This might shock him a little but when you wear a coat you usually use both of the sleeves 😂 also stop with the hats! Again respectfully no offence 🙏

When you're together he always has to have a hand on you. It's more of a starved for affection thing rather than possessive. He really can't seem to get enough of you. It's his hand in yours, or at the small of your back, or wrapped around you. Or if he's feeling naughty grabbing your ass.

If you wanted more NSFW content I'm sorry! I felt kinda weird writing it for an 18yo like I'm some sort of predator! I'm like 10 years older then you, it gave me some icky feelings. So I'm sorry! 😔😔

[aalissy]

Element

I wasn’t toooo sure what to write with today’s prompt but I really like this chapter anyway haha. Marichat banter is the best! Please, lemme know what you think :)

AO3

Sometimes Marinette felt like fire. Hot and fierce as she fought for both her classmates and the civilians of Paris as Ladybug. This felt especially true when she was hit by Psychomedians blast and her fire turned into a burning rage. 

She wanted to burn and, at the time, wanted to burn the city of Paris down with her. But she didn’t. Because her partner was with her.

Chat Noir was the ice to her fire. The water to her flame. The only one capable of cooling her down enough that she was still able to purify the akuma. 

Their partnership was perfect. It was why they worked so well together. When she got too hot, he’d inevitably cool her down. And, on the other side, Marinette was able to heat him up when he was too cold.

That was why she sat by her computer, giggling to herself quietly as she doodled. Marinette was drawing tiny pictures of her and Chat Noir as their respective elements. 

Was it productive? No...

But it did take her mind off of stressful days and allowed her to relax.

In the middle of designing him a new water suit, she heard a knock on her trapdoor. She didn’t even have to call out before Chat poked his head in, almost as though he knew that she had been thinking about him. 

He had been doing that more often lately. Honestly, Marinette had begun to look forward to his little visits. Like he always did, he helped her to calm down and relax. He did the same for both Ladybug and Marinette.

“Whatcha up to, purrincess?” Chat purred, flopping down onto her bed.

“Nothing much in particular.” She shrugged. Because it was true. She probably should have been working on homework or studying instead of doodling. “Just doodling.”

“Ooh, can I see?” he asked, already leaning over her shoulder to take a peek before she could answer.

Marinette snickered. Finishing a final stroke with her colored pencil, she tilted her journal towards him so that he could see the designs.

“Wow,” Chat breathed out in wonder, tracing his thumb lightly over the designs. “Is that me?”

“Mhm,” Marinette hummed. “I was just redesigning your water suit when you came in.”

Chat Noir's eyes sparkled with delight as he examined the intricate details of her imagined suit. The green hues and flowing lines captured both his original costume and the essence of water, accentuating his agile and fluid movements. Marinette watched his reaction with a soft smile, thrilled to see how much he appreciated her artwork.

"Marinette, this is incredible!" Chat Noir exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "I might have to figure out a way to get Plagg to design my suit after this."

Blushing, Marinette tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, feeling a surge of happiness from his words. "Aw, thanks a lot, Chaton. That really means a lot coming from you. I’m so glad you liked it. I was just about to start redesigning Ladybug’s suit next if you’d like to see that too?"

He nodded his head eagerly for a moment before a mischievous gleam lit up his eyes. Quick as a flash, he snatched her notebook and colored pencils from her, ignoring her indignant shout. 

Standing up, Marinette frowned over at him. She put her hands on her hips as he eyes narrowed. Just what was he up to?

“Give me a minute, Marinette. I want to draw you first,” Chat said before his tongue stuck out in concentration as he began scratching an image out onto her journal.

She blinked in surprise. Her lips parted to form a small o. He had stolen her notebook to draw an image of... her? Why would he do that?

Marinette watched with a soft smile on her lips as Chat’s brow slowly furrowed as he continued with his sketch. 

After a few moments, her curiosity got the better of her and she took a few steps toward him, taking a peek at his drawing. When she glanced at the page, her smile grew larger. 

It was a little doodle of her face. Her hair was in her trademark pigtails but she was winking up at the viewer, a cat-like grin on her mouth. Next to his drawing of her, Chat began to draw a mini-version of himself, beaming back at her.

It was adorable and exactly what she needed to cheer up today.

“That’s so cute, minou.” Marinette laughed when he was done, presenting the drawings to her with a proud smirk. “Thank you so much. I’ll treasure them forever.”

“You should.” He winked at her. “Chat Noir originals go for a lot of money, you know.”

Snickering, she shook her head at him, her pigtails brushing against her cheeks as she did so. “I’m sure they do.”

“Here, I’ll even sign it for you.” His smirk grew ever larger as he added a giant version of his signature beneath the drawings. “There you go. Now it’ll go for even more money.”

Taking the notebook back, Marinette grinned down at the Chat Noir that was signed with elaborate cursive on her page. With a giggle, she closed her notebook, placing it down before leaning against her desk. 

Crossing her arms, she cleared her face into a serious expression. “You know, I think I could have gotten a lot more for it if you had signed your real name.”

Chat blinked, looking momentarily shocked and a little nervous. After but a few seconds, Marinette couldn’t hold it anymore and exploded into a flurry of giggles. It took a little longer before he joined her in laughing, his guffaws even louder than hers. 

“I-I’m sure Monarch would have paid a lot of money for it,” he said in between laughs, clutching at his sides.

“Can you imagine Monarch bidding on a drawing you made? I would love to see that!”

“And yet, every time he would bid, Ladybug and I would bid higher, leaving him furious and also saving my secret identity from his evil clutches.” 

Marinette snickered at the thought. An image of her and Chat Noir, cuddled on a rooftop with a laptop as they slowly outbid Monarch in a war over a small doodle flooded her mind. The thought was priceless!

“Saving Paris by keeping artwork out of the clutches of evil. I suppose that’s why you and Ladybug make such a great duo.” Leaning forward, she flicked his bell, enjoying the small ding it made in her room.

 “It’s the purrfect plan, if I do say so myself.” Chat grinned down at her. 

Ripping out a couple of blank pages from her journal, Marinette sat on the floor with some colored pencils. 

“I suppose we had better get started then,” she said, already starting on a new drawing.

Chat’s eyes gleamed with happiness as he sat across from her. The two bantered and laughed late through the night, enjoying the other’s company as they drew picture after picture. It was a wonderful day.

[tim-shii]

a/n: haha hey 🧍‍♀️ just intimacy and a cute moment with dan heng

"calm down, heng."

"i am calm."

"your goosebumps say otherwise. just, why are you so tense?"

"you're literally sitting on me." dan heng deadpans at you. however the red rushing to his cheeks say otherwise. you can't really blame him. who wouldn't get flustered when you lover is on top of you while your torso is bare for them to see. "you agreed to this!" you retorted, a palm lightly slapping his chest. 

"..fine. i did agree to this, afterall." dan heng rests his hands on your thighs as you're straddling him, looking up at you with a fond gaze. 

about thirty minutes ago, you walked in your shared room with a box full of paints, brushes and a palette hanging from your mouth. you forced dan heng to put his book down, wrestled with him to lay down on his back with his shirt off. for what exactly? painting on his skin, of course! you could've just painted or drew on his arm but where's the fun in that?

now you're sat on his waist. one hand holding up a brush while the other holds a sketch of a dragon as you trace out the pattern on your boyfriend's chest. it wasn't really helping that small bumps form as you glide the brush onto his skin. after a while, you discarded the sketch and carefully leaned in to start adding the delicate details of your art. dan heng shudders under you as he feels the bristles on his skin. he lets out a shaky breath before sliding his hands up to your waist, under your shirt. he thumbs at your sides while watching your concentrated face. 

too focused on your work, you fail to notice his actions. you looked up at him only to see him already looking at you. smiling at him, you leaned down to give him a quick peck on the cheek. "just wait a bit more. i'm almost finished, i promise."

"don't rush. take your time. i don't mind." dan heng tries to chase your lips but you push down his shoulders. "don't move now! the paint isn't dry, you'll ruin it." you huffed at him before going back to your work. dan heng merely grins at your aggravation. 

as you promised him, you were finally done after a few more minutes. you lean back, proudly looking down at the green dragon plastered all over his chest. you got off him only to sit beside him on the bed. "now, please don't move for at least an hour or two. let the paint dry first." you moved to touch his lips with yours, the kiss lasting for about a minute before you pulled away with a smirk.

"can you at least give me my book?" you hear dan heng sigh. 

"nope. stay still and lay there like a corpse."

"..then can you at least read to me?"

"with pleasure, babe." 

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[hederasgarden]

Can you please write more miles fics? I love el royale and I love miles and your fic is like the only one of him! I love it and your other fics so please write more haha🤍🤍

I believe a few other writers are working on some stories with Miles. What would you like to see me write for him? Send me your thoughts dear readers!

I do have one fic I started for Miles, but it’s much darker than the content I normally write. I wasn’t sure how it would be received by you guys. I have the first chapter sketched out below, but didn’t want to continue if there wasn’t an audience for it.

Tell me what you think!

Summary: Miles has done a lot of bad things in his life but saving you isn’t one of them.

Pairing: Miles Miller x F!Reader

Word Count: 929

Rating: Mature, 18+ only. Violence, kidnapping, reference to drug use,  implied forced marriage, and physical abuse. 

A/N: Thank you @callsign-phoenix for looking over this.

It’s close to midnight and the hotel is empty. Miles watches the clock, only half-listening to the warble of the tv in the background. In another ten minutes, he can lock up for the night and return to the maintenance closet. He touches the crook of his elbow on instinct, thumb rubbing at the tender patch of skin while he stares at the parking lot.

Thunder cracks across the sky and the lightning that follows is bright enough to make it look like daylight briefly. Rain comes next, pelting down in a thick torrent and continues for a while before easing into a tolerable shower. It’s then Miles sees the black car idling in the closest parking spot. Internally he sighs, knowing this is going to delay his evening plans.

A tall, thin man exits the car and hurries to the passenger side to pull you from the seat. Miles knows something’s wrong the moment he sees your face. Although you’re both wet from the rain it’s clear to him that you’re not shaking from the cold alone. You’re scared. The man beside you has a vice-like grip on your neck, his fingers pressing hard into the delicate skin of your throat. Your dress is torn at the shoulder and your gaze is trained on the scuffed shoes you wear. There’s a cut on your lip that’s bleeding sluggishly.

“Need a room,” he grits out.

Miles stares at you until the man slams his fist on the table. You both flinch and his attention darts back to the older man.

“If you can sign your name on the ledger first,” he says quietly, hands shaking.

“No name, just a fucking room kid,” he barks.

When he fishes a 50-dollar bill out of his wallet Miles sees the handle of a revolver tucked into the man's waistband. He turns away, gathering the change. When he tries to hand it back the man stares at him. Miles falters. It’s too big a tip and Miles knows he’s being paid for his silence, to look the other way. Plenty of guests have tipped him to ignore things – the women they bring to the hotel who aren’t their wives or the drugs they ask him to get, but this time when he takes the money there’s a pit in the bottom of his stomach. Miles doesn’t want to help this man, especially not once you look up at him with tear-filled eyes. He swallows hard and looks at the counter.

“Do you want a separate room for your…” he trails off, glancing at you again.

“We’ll share. Just make sure the room has two beds and be quick about it."

Miles selects a room on the Nevada side. He already knows as he hands over the key that he’s going straight to the corridor to watch. To make sure you’re going to be okay.

“Come on girl,” the man says, dragging you out with him.

Miles waits until you’re both outside to hurriedly make his way to the hidden corridor. He flicks on the speaker and waits. It’s not long until the door opens and the man shoves you into the room hard enough to make you stumble and fall to your knees. Tears spill over your cheeks and you struggle to stand. Miles can see now there’s a long cut on your leg. It’s bleeding freely, running down your calf and disappearing into your shoe.

“Get up,” he barks, grasping your arm and jerking you towards the bed. You don’t struggle, looking entirely defeated as he forces you to sit down on the edge. “Don’t move or I’ll pop you in the face again. Your future husband isn’t exactly happy you ran away the night before the wedding so he doesn't care if you're a little busted up when I bring you back.”

“Please,” you whisper, voice trembling so hard Miles has to strain to hear your words. “I can’t go back.”

The man ignores your pleas, cuffing you to the bedpost. For a second Miles thinks the worst, his heart in his throat, but then the man steps away and riffles through his bag. You’re crying harder now, chin pressed to your chest. You look so helpless and scared. He has to do something. The police are out of the question, they don’t come here anymore. Either too scared of his bosses or paid well to look the other way.

No, it’s going to have to be him. Miles closes his eyes, releasing a harsh breath. He’s scared, for you and of the man, but mostly he’s terrified of the dark part that lives inside him, the thing he's tried to keep buried since leaving Vietnam.

When he opens his eyes again you’ve turned on your side, facing the mirror. Even though he knows you’re looking at your own reflection it feels like you’re staring straight at him. Asking for help. Miles can see his own likeness in the window too, the glass reflecting it back and overlaying yours. He thinks about all the horrible things he’s done. The men he’s killed during the war and the work he does for his bosses at the El Royale. You’re nothing like him or the people that frequent here. He can see your goodness, your light and how it could so easily be snuffed out.

You start crying again and the look on your face makes something awful and dark expand in Miles’ chest.

He’s going to save you. No matter the cost to himself.

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Interest

Characters: Albedo, gn!reader

Word Count: 1,508

Warnings: None

Premise: Sometimes emotions can be confusing. In those times it can be easier to shut down. After all, wouldn’t finding the truth out be scarier?

In which the reader assumes their character is disinterested, and pulls away.

Author’s Note: It’s only been a week but it feels like ages! Too bad I only had time for one character tonight. I can’t wait to write for multiple characters again (hopefully tomorrow haha).

Anyways Albedo, you’re such a comfort character it was so wonderful to write you again!

Albedo

You didn’t become friends with Albedo in the “traditional” way. There was no moment when you two sat down and had a chat, neither one of you offered to go to the other’s house, and certainly there was no “want to be friends?” It was more that you had stayed and Albedo, in return, hadn’t chased you away. Eventually the idea of friendship just sort of became an implication. After all, if you hadn’t gotten kicked out already, safe to say Albedo didn’t dislike you, right?

No, you were quite sure Albedo didn’t dislike you. But did he like you? That question was a completely different one. And you were well aware of that fact.

At first you tried to find out the answer to the question. Observation: Albedo appeared neither to hold any particular affection for you, or any particular disdain. Hypothesis: Albedo doesn’t like being particularly affectionate towards anyone, so the fact that he’s let you stay on this long means he probably likes you at least as a friend, and might be open to more. Experiment: Try your best.

And you did try your best, looking back you really couldn’t say that you didn’t. Whether it was bringing flowers for him to study – then mash into paints – or making your way painstakingly through the papers he let you read – which usually flew half over your head – so that you could ask him questions about it the next day. You really did try. You were early to every meeting the two of you had, something Albedo seemed to copy after a while, and you were quick to offer your help in any way possible. Making yourself useful and always being there, surely Albedo would notice that. You even snuck in the occasional compliment, the occasional comment about how you were so happy to have someone like him in your life. Still, your experiment didn’t seem too successful.

Shouldn’t you just stop at this point? I mean, you probably could come to some conclusions after the weeks of “experimenting” you’d done. Albedo didn’t dislike you, he definitely didn’t. He thanked you when you brought him stuff and made sure to show up as early as you did to your rendezvous. He sometimes let you keep the flowers you brought him to sketch you instead of using them in his experiments, he even let you bring one of his paintings home. But how much of this really signified anything beyond friendship? It was hard to tell. Albedo certainly never dropped hints that he preferred your company especially. It was simply that you were there and that he didn’t have the want or the energy to send you away. Surely there were many other people who could say the same. Maybe it was time to move on.

Though your emotions certainly weren’t on board with this suggestion – the torch that you held for Albedo was not ready to burn out anytime soon – you did at least manage to rein in your actions a little bit. First it was no longer bringing this and that with you. The particularly small buds of lamp grass remained on their stalks, or pressed into books in your house, the fireflies that you had managed to awkwardly sketch on a piece of cardboard never made their likeness towards the alchemist. Then it was meeting a little less often, not that you didn’t retain the habit of going early when those meetings did happen. It was just, surely you didn’t want to annoy Albedo too much. He might end up kicking you out after a while. Then it was asking him less and less questions while you were there, when you were there.

The affect was more depressing than you cared to admit, before you knew it the idea of going off to find Albedo became almost painful, something that would involve crossing a gulf that somehow grew wider every day. Days turned into a week, turned into two, turned into three. Every day you’d wake up, the idea of going to see Albedo at the forefront of your mind, and every night you lay in bed, scolding yourself for avoiding the person you most wanted to see. And every day the gulf widened a little more.

Perhaps things would’ve continued on like that indefinitely, a never ending circle of guilt and dissonance and going to bed feeling like you’d somehow failed something, like now certainly Albedo wouldn’t want to talk to you. Yet somehow fate had a different idea. Whether or not you were grateful for its interference, you couldn’t tell over the apprehension at the beginning, the relief after the fact.

There was a commission on your list: Pick up salve from alchemist’s lab and deliver it to Sonja before the end of the day. At first you had considered trying to pawn it off onto someone else. After all, this was a rather easy commission, and surely some of the less experience Guild members would be grateful for easy legwork. Still as you were rationalizing all this away in your head, wondering what sort of commission you might get in return, you found that your legs were already moving onto the familiar route you had walked so recently before unsurety and dejection had clouded your actions.

Standing in front of the alchemy lab you felt your legs still as Albedo appeared in front of you. At first you wondered if you might be able to duck somewhere else, to evade detection. Yet your legs which had been so happy to move before suddenly felt leaden and incredibly useless, and all you could do was stare as Albedo glanced up from his papers, his eyes landing on you, the placing blue of his irises widening slightly.

“I hadn’t expected to see you here.”

“I’m here to pick something up.”

It was a bit lame in terms of opening lines, but it was a start.

“Ah, I see,” Albedo replied, looking down at his papers. Stepping towards you slightly he tilted his head. “I thought you might want to see me again.”

“I do! I mean, well, yes,” you coughed awkwardly, feeling as if you had just verbally fallen flat on your face. Still Albedo did nothing but smile, something which eased your nerves slightly.

“I’m glad. I thought I might have done something, and that you no longer wished to talk to me.”

“You didn’t! It was my fault, I’m really sorry I went so long without contacting you. Really, really sorry.”

“There’s no reason to apologize. But are you sure that it’s only you? Are you sure I didn’t do something to make this happen?”

“Well,” you paused. What was the correct answer? Yes didn’t seem right, but no also stuck in your throat. “I, I don’t know.”

“Oh?”

“It’s just, I don’t, I sometimes, I have a hard time knowing what you think of me Albedo.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, am I a friend? Do you like me? I know that you don’t dislike me, or at least I hope you don’t since you let me trail along so often. But still… I don’t know, I don’t know if it’s because you like me, or because I’m not enough of a bother to send home.” It was close enough to the truth.

“I’m sorry if I ever made you confused,” Albedo’s voice was warm, but there was an urgency to it that broke the usual calm. Looking up into Albedo’s face, having been examining the ground previously, you watched as flashes of emotions crossed the alchemist’s face. “I didn’t realize that I didn’t make my feelings clear. I don’t dislike you. I very much like when you’re around me. I, I think you’re my friend.”

“You think?” How come everything was so confusing?

“In truth, I find classifying relationships difficult. It’s not like alchemy, it’s too messy. So, sometimes I don’t even know how to classify my own relationships. But if there are people in this world who would consider me a friend, who I would consider a friend, you are certainly one of them.”

It was all you could’ve asked for in the moment. Letting a smile erupt across your face, you closed the space left between the two of you. “Thank you for telling me! I’m sorry I was being so selfish by hiding away.

“You weren’t being selfish,” Albedo replied. “You were completely within your rights.”

“Thank you,” you murmured. Gazing up at Albedo you found the words coming out of your mouth before you could stop them. “May I say something that might be selfish?”

“What is it?”

“I’ve fallen in love with you, a little bit.”

You watched as Albedo’s eyes widened in surprise. At first you thought you might’ve made a mistake, leapt and fallen into the gulf. However before you could continue that train of thought a smile bloomed on the alchemist’s face in front of you. Taking your hand Albedo leaned over and whispered into your ear.

“Und ich auch.”

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Ask Answers: June 6th, 2021

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Hey in very beginning of step 3 in the scene where Mr.Holden had a thought dancing on the tip of his tongue but he kept it to himself after MC and Cove were being cute (idk if it makes a difference but this is when they're dating)... Can we know what he was thinking/ wanted to say? It's been bugging me lol 

He would’ve gone into a “look how much you’ve grown”, “your dad is so proud of you”, “I’m so glad things worked out with the MC”, and etc spiel, haha. But he resisted the urge to fawn on his baby boy, at least for that scene.

If we planned to move away for college/future plans in step 3, is it implied that MC and Cove would have a long distance relationship for sure? Could MC have convinced Cove to come with them? How is the dynamic of their relationship going to be addressed in Step 4, if that makes sense? 

Cove is willing to follow the MC where they went after everything is settled for them there, and if they’re sure they want him to come! You’ll get to decide how things shook out during those transitional years just by making choices about it during the opening prologue of Step 4.

Hi! First off, how does it feel to have created one of the best games when it comes to inclusion for lbtq+ peeps? I've never felt as validated with my identity and sexuality when playing a game and I'm seemingly not alone ♥ Second, and this might be a little too specific, but what kinds of drinks does Cove like as well as dislike? Thank you, you're the best ♥

Thank you for very much! It’s really nice to hear the game felt inclusive. Cove likes regular water and fruit juices/smoothies most! He dislikes coffee and cola, and he’s not super into most teas either.

Hi, may i ask what gb patch stands for? Specifically the gb part lol

It stands for my old, silly username I used in places like Neopets as a kid, aha. The company name wasn’t super thought out since it was originally just me making VNs as a hobby. Luckily, “GB Patch” kind of seems like it could mean something reasonable, so I didn’t have to rebrand when it did become a more serious, commercial group.

If we chose to not propose to cove in the step 3 dlc would he propose or would the mc propose in step 4 or the wedding dlc? 

Yeah, you or Cove can propose in Step 4 if you’re not already engaged! The Wedding DLC takes place after the engagement so the proposal scenes aren’t there.

will you guys announce if the early access for the new game is out on patreon ? 

When beta builds of Step 4 or whatever start coming out on the Patreon we will mention it here on social media too.

Heyy I just had a quick question about Baxter if that’s okay :)?

I saw in an ask+answer that it’s possible to casually date Baxter In step 3, but what leads up to that? I have the step 3 dlc and I’ve tried playing them In a different orders and ways but it doesn’t seem to get anywhere ^^;

The Step 3 DLC is Cove-based because he’s the default guy. There’s a separate Baxter romance DLC that’s not out yet. That’s where you can get him to date you. I’m sorry for the confusion!

Will we ever get any LI's or side characters with physical disabilities or deformities? I think your games would be a great place to have them in since they're always so accepting and safe! 

Yeah, we do hope to have representation for that in future projects ^^. Thank you for the confidence in us.

Is it possible to get Cove to take the bed and MC to sleep on the floor? 

Not in Step 3, I’m afraid.

So, I have played the prologue of Our Life countless times and I haven't gotten the [Your Life] achievement, why is that? 

Steam sometimes isn’t connected properly when an achievement unlocks and so it remains locked on your account. If that happens, unfortunately getting the scene again won’t unlock it. The achievement becomes inaccessible because the game thinks you already have it. Playing with the same Steam account on a different device or fully deleting your game data (more than the only the save files) are the only work arounds we’ve found.

Since when you talk with Jeremy in step 3 it's mentioned he goes on dates with someone (which assume is JB because who else would take this boy on dates) that makes him happy, does that sort of make JB and Jeremy the canon relationship in the first game?

The default for XOXO Droplets is that JB casually goes on dates with each of the jerks! Shiloh would’ve been harsher if Jeremy was the only guy getting her attention, haha. But the player can change that default by dating just one person the whole game for their own story and who she ends up with for real has no default.

Hi, hello! Huge OL fan, thank you so much for the wholesome content, it was very much needed during these times. Managed to get several people to join team Cove, so that's very exciting, I always have people to fawn over him with. I have a little question and I'm sorry if it was asked before, but does it ever come up in the game what Cove has told his mom about us? (who knows, with so many options, one can miss it) Or, alternatively, will it come up in the Step 4 DLC? 

Thank you very much for sharing the game with people <3. It’s really great to hear people are liking it. Right now that doesn’t come up in game. Kyra is willing to keep her mouth shut and Cove isn’t gonna have that conversation either. At least not when he’s younger, but yes, perhaps when he’s a fully grown big boy in Step 4 you can ask him about it.

I’ve been thinking about this ever since it has been confirmed that there would be two love interests for OL2, would there be the possibility of forming a polyamorous relationship with both love interests? I’m sorry if you answered this previously, I’m just curious. 

We are considering it, but it’s not a guarantee yet. It’d be really great to have but it’d add so many extra alterations that’d need to made, aha.

Hello! You mentioned how Cove would be uncomfortable with kids at 23, but how old would he be when he’s comfortable with having/adopting kids? (Same goes for the other LI’s.) btw, love your game!! 

He’d want to be at least 25, but even older would be good. Derek would want to have kids when he and his partner could reasonably support them, the age itself wouldn’t matter. If they were doing good at 22 and wanted kids, he’d be up for it. Or they could wait until their 30s or whatever. Baxter is also more of a “when it feels right” guy rather than having a specific age requirement. Cove is just especially wary of being a young parent because of his own parents. I’m happy you like the game!

does step 4 immediately play after you press "end summer" in step 3? or is there another button/transition (like the story text thingy) before the epilogue begins? what happens after the epilogue? roll credits? 😂 

Step 4 will have transition section always and there will be an extra button, if you own the Derek or Baxter DLC. By default the Cove-based version of Step 4 just plays once Step 3 is over. However, having the other guys’ storylines will mean you get to pick which version of Step 4 plays; Cove Step 4 (the basic one), Derek Step 4, or Baxter Step 4.

Happy pride, thank you for all you do for us🥰

I have a quick question though, I recently got a MacBook after my old windows computer broke, and now steam says I cannot download it, but it has no issues with other games, what can I do to download it?? I’m sorry if my English is bad

Happy pride month! Unfortunately, Our Life isn’t available for Mac on Steam right now. To be an approval application Apple requires having special notarization and we as a small group haven’t gotten that. Itch doesn’t care and lets us release the game for Mac there anyway, Steam does care so we’re locked out of putting the Mac build up on their storefront. Feel free to email us and we can try to help the situation out further!

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Hello! I was jus wondering if the Baxter and Derek DLCs are still happening? I haven’t heard anything about them on here or patreon in a while so I just wanted to make sure ^^

They’re still coming and we just released a new sprite sketch on the Patreon for the Derek DLC c:. But right now Step 4 is still much more of a priority. Once that’s closer to being done we’ll focus way more on sharing previews for the other guys.

is it possible to tell cove you love him (platonically) at step 3 fondness/selecting him as basically family? i just love the mc and liz sibling interactions and it got me wondering about it (especially if you've selected that option)

You and Cove can be as close as family, but there’s not a specific scene in Step 3 where you say “I love you” in a family context. But there’s always Step 4~

do you intend on ever adding a collectors mode to Our Life? Like a way to collect achievements and CGs for the gallery without it effecting any save files? 

We weren’t considering it before. But if a lot of players would find that helpful, we could start thinking on that!

Sorry if it's a silly question haha, but (in crush/love) is Cove really aware of how cute and cuddly he seems to MC? If so, what does he think or do about it? Or does he just ignore it? 

He isn’t particular aware. Cove never truly stops being surprised that the MC is interested in/attracted to him, haha.

Would you say that the alone ending of xoxo droplets is worth playing again to get? 

Nope, haha. The goal is to make friends/get a boyfriend and so the alone ending is kind of the bad ending for the game. Though there is a consolation prize if you get it by accident.

Is there any possible situation which would ever prompt Pran to bake for his girlfriend? Like I know it's unlikely I mean even if JB broke her leg somehow I'm pretty sure he'd still be like "I considered baking you a cake and doing the frosting the way I think looks interesting but you don't deserve a cake, no one does." right but also ahhh it would be super nice if some day he just surprised her with baked goods one day out of nowhere. JB would be so shocked it would be cute. So is there any possible situation where that could/would be a thing that he would do? 

He might bake out of spite, like if he felt he had to prove her wrong on something. Or if JB used some good reverse psychology on him. Or he might do it in a relatively nice way if he could make his GF so shocked by the kind gesture that his amusement with that overrode his insistence on not being sweet. Pran is very difficult in high school, aha.

Is the "one route (where) it can be seen that Everett will drop his seemingly eternal waging with Jeremy pretty easily and can start getting along without thinking much on it" the Lucas route? I'm curious! 

Yep! Everett will side with Jeremy if it’s between him and Lucas.

Hi I hope you guys are having a great day :) I just had to ask how Cliff would feel about Cove's partner/fiancé Mc calling them dad whether it be accidental or otherwise and secondly I also wanted to ask how he would feel about being asked to be the one to give the mc away at their wedding. 

He would be very touched and excited! I hope you have a good day too :D

Hello! I saw an ask relating to whether Cliff "moves on" after Cove's grown up and stuff (and he stays single), but what about Kyra? Will she be with anyone else or will she stay single? 

She does start dating again, but she takes it slow.

Hi! I absolutely love the art for characters in OL and I wonder is this fine to draw my MC in same drawing style and upload online later? Is this something artists would be okay with? Thank you! 

Yeah, you can certainly do that C:

Hey there!

I wonder if I'm just being stupid here.. Is Step 4 a DLC? And if so, where can I find it? I can't seem to find it on Steam :< Thank you!

Step 4 is a free epilogue! It’s not done yet, but once it is finished you’ll just update your game file and Step 4 will be there after Step 3 ends.

hi! are step 4 and the wedding dlc two different things?

They are. Step 4 is a free epilogue that’ll be a default part of the game once it’s done, the wedding DLC is an optional paid expansion that takes place after Step 4.

Why did Baxter not receive a step 2 sprite seeing how he shows up later

Sprites are time consuming to draw and take money out of the budget that could’ve gone to other things. His tiny appearance in Step 2 wasn’t worth all the effort to make a sprite, aha.

I just realized, what happens if if you get the patreon exclusive moment but at a later date, when you don't have the membership anymore, it's updated (like a bugs fix update for example)? Would you have to get the membership again? 

You would have to get the membership again to redownload the build. But there’s very little chance there’s going to be an update once it’s been out for over a month. If a build gets released with errors, players catch/report them within the first few days. So by the time the first subscription period ends, any problems that were noticeable would already have been fixed. And we’re certainly not gonna be adding new content to it once it’s been released for a long time. There’s no need to worry about missing out on something worthwhile in the future if you cancel your membership. It’s being made with the idea in mind that many players are gonna be getting it and then going.

Hello! Wanted to ask about gaming choice in step 3? Once upon a playthorugh I got the option to buy Cove a bracelet for his graduation present. I played the same basic character again and that option wasn't there anymore. I'm not sure where I went wrong. My Cove wears a bracelet on each hand and my MC is into fashion and jewelry. Do I need to put an earring on him or? Sorry, love your game so much. 

He also needs to have liked bracelets in Step 2 for that to be considered a good gift option for him. Sorry for the confusion! I’m happy you love the game :)

Is Step 4 being released at the same time as the Wedding DLC or will the first come before the latter? Thank you! 

I’m not sure. Ideally they’ll come out at the same time, but the wedding DLC has a lot of art to get done and we may have to release it after Step 4.

Can mc still get confession from Cove at the end of step 3 even if mc casually dates Baxter in step 3? Such as in crush mode? 

I don’t think so. Maybe that’ll change, but generally there’s differences to the Step 3 ending if you were dating Baxter and those differences likely will conflict with getting the Cove confession.

For the patreon moments/dlcs, will it be available for all tiers? 

It’ll be available for tier 2 (Fans) and up!

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Luca Headcanons Part 3!

I can’t fucking stop please someone help me

Luca:

All seamonsters have a lot of fish qualities and different sea monsters take on different fish qualities, even within a family.

While Luca isn’t as equipped to handle the deep as his uncle is, his father does have some traits that would help him out. Luca doesn’t know this, but he can survive deeper pressure than most others can. Like, significantly deeper, but not to the point of the Deep. He’s have to get accustomed to it and he might not have even survived.

His species can also echolocate! He also doesn’t know he can do this even though it’s from his mom’s side. He just thinks he clicks and squeaks when he’s happy, he doesn’t know he can also echolocate. Since, again, he hasn’t been to the Deep, the ability is very diluted and he can’t locate things very far but… he can, if he tries hard enough. He won’t, though, cause he just thinks his clicks and squeaks are just that.

He loses his shit when he finds out about dinosaurs. He loves them.

If you even mention a museum he will practically beg to go and he will be in there from opening to closing and still come back for more. He takes in every bit of information he possibly can

He doesn’t flip people off, he just sticks his tongue out

Cloud watches! He thinks it’s cute :)

Is cold blooded. They found this out when he passed out in the middle of class one day during the winter. Winter months are very hard for him at school because of it, so he treasures the break and stays under a bunch of warm blankets.

Talks with his hands a lot

One day when he was swimming to the surface after seeing his family, a fisherman who wasn’t too approving of sea monsters tossed their harpoon at him. It grazed his arm and it hurt like hell, but he still tried to hide it. Of course, since he was clutching his arm and there was blood between his fingers, the Marcovaldos panicked and healed him tot he best of their ability, but Luca simply smiled, turned to Alberto, and said “look, we match now!” (If you see Alberto standing beside Luca so that their scarred arms touch since they’re on opposite arms, no you didn’t)

He finds out about bubble wands and thinks they’re the coolest thing!

Avoids every kid named “Bruno” at school like the plague because he doesn’t want them to think he hates them

Whenever something cool happens he instinctively turns to tell Alberto and his face drops when he doesn’t see him

Definitely the kid to accidentally say “mom” (and)or “I love you” to a teacher and then stare in horror

Grabs Alberto’s arm, wrist, or hand when they’re doing something together if he’s not grabbed first just so they don’t lose each other. It’s just instinct.

Once sobbed for an hour because he saw a dead frog in a pool

Falls asleep if his hair is played with

Still gets made fun of for smelling like fish but due to being a fish he can’t really bathe so Giulia and her mom just spray him with perfume. It makes him feel better.

Forgives Guido and Ciccio with no hesitation, will never forgive Ercole. In fact, he’s terrified of Ercole.

Technically canon, but he is the biggest mama’s boy. She learns from her mistakes and fixes her relationship with him and he becomes super close to her

Only lets those close to him call him “Bubble” like his grandma does

Loses his mind when he sees fireflies

He keeps his hair pretty short

Refuses to eat fish

Is more of a prey fish

That being said, he develops a few survival markings, such as a spot on one of his fins to look like eyes

For some reason I feel like he’d be like clownfish and be able to swim through anemone without getting zapped

Was never good at making friends. The Branzino kid often tried to befriend him but he was too scared of disappointing his parents since Daniela and Mrs. Branzino don’t get along

Wears a seashell anklet

His grandma taught him to read secretly when he was little

Never stops talking. Never.

In class, he’s always the kid raising his hand, even if he doesn’t know the answers, just because of his eagerness

Calls Alberto all the time, more than he calls his family

Carries Alberto’s drawing with him everywhere. Used to be in his pockets and then transferred to his wallet.

Is definitely more of a writer than an artist! With his vivid imagination he can write for days, and Alberto is more than happy to draw them out for him

Lets his hair grow out a bit towards the end of his final school year. The stress of school means he doesn’t quite care for his appearance

Can’t sit still. When he’s at school he’s always fiddling with something but when he’s in Portorosso he just grabs Alberto’s hand and plays with his fingers

Definitely a teacher’s pet

Gets bullied a lot. You can’t expect the world to just be okay with sea monsters overnight. A lot of the world will never accept him. There are kids that make his life a living hell at school.

As much as he loves school, he aches to be free sometimes

Gets super flustered super fast

Sits at Alberto’s side and talks about anything and everything and Alberto will sketch it

His scales are more like a duck’s water-resistant feathers. Water rolls right off.

Loves taking Nerone for walks

Definitely wears skirts and dresses in secret! He just thinks they’re neat :)

Loves romance movies but will never admit it

Literally bites his tongue to hold back from rambling. Giulia and Alberto constantly have to tell him it’s okay and he can talk all he wants, but he’s bullied so often for talking too much that he still holds back if he catches himself

Alberto:

Similar to a Betta Fish! His kind of sea monster aren’t known for bonding well and tend to fight.

When healthy, his scales are long and gorgeous just like a Betta’s! (Giulia is mesmerized by them)

You know how dolphins get high with puffer fish? It’s not just dolphins.

His teeth are a little sharper than most other sea monsters. Yes, he bares them at Ercole every time they see each other. No, he won’t stop

Definitely the “he ask for no pickles” friend

No one knows what he’s talking about half the time except for Luca, Giulia, and (sometimes) Massimo. They just kinda go with it.

Has his own words for everything. Only Luca and Giulia know what he means.

He’s actually super, duper close to Giulia, but they do fight pretty often. They’re siblings.

Likes to put his hat on Luca

Everyone thinks he’d be a bad flirt/get flustered super easily but the opposite is true! He’s a big flirt! He just knows what to say to make others fluster around him! Even if he’s not into you, if your his age or he’s trying to charm you, he’ll flirt up a storm. Living on your own from such a young age means you need to pick up survival tactics, and charm and streetsmarts were the ones he picked up.

Sometimes he faces small boats he sees just for the fun of it

He also sometimes grabs a rope or a net from Massimo’s boat when they’re fishing and just zooms to land to get them there quicker

Loves playing games with the kids when he’s on lifeguard duty, even if it can get him in trouble with his boss

You better bet he makes fun of those school uniforms. He laughs his ass off. He thinks they’re the funniest things.

If he sees or hears even a hint of danger, he is shoving his loved ones behind him and will protect them with his life.

Prefers to be barefoot

Heals surprisingly fast. Something about them fish genes.

When he’s fifteen he jokingly tells Luca he should become a teacher and then Luca’s eyes get all big and excited and Alberto regrets opening his mouth. But he still supports him every step of the way.

Whenever he hears Luca click or chirp, he calls out for him if he’s a distance away or grabs his hand since he recognizes it as echolocation before Luca does

More of a predator fish

Keeps his hair long and growing

I think he’d probably grow a mustache. Giulia hates it so much which is why he keeps it. Okay, he kept it to annoy her, but then he actually started to like it. But when Luca said he liked it, that solidified it

He’s so strong it’s kinda scary. Definitely stronger than the average fisherman, but was stronger even beforehand.

Sometimes just eats fish live and terrifies those around him

He’s super fast! Since he’s based on a tuna or swordfish, he’s pretty quick

Unlike Luca, he’s warm blooded. So when he heard Luca has to keep really warm during winters, he offers most of his clothes

His father abandoning him may seem cruel, but for his kind of sea monsters, it was what had to happen. Still, Alberto is a child and it shouldn’t happen.

Mainly a night eater

Can see further than most of his fishy friends

Good night vision too!

Was taught to read and write as a kid by his father but it’s not perfect so he asks Massimo to do it

Loves playing cards

Fins are sharper than average

Squishes Luca’s cheeks

Sword fights with Giulia except they’re sticks

Whenever Luca falls asleep on him (often), he just stays still and refuses to move

Scoops Luca up sometimes

Grabs Luca’s face and blows raspberries instead of kissing it. (Can be interpreted as platonic or romantic!! Italians kiss on cheeks as greetings)

Protectively wraps his tail around those he loves

Water clings to him a bit more since his built-for-speed scales are less water repellent

Every year he gets scared Luca won’t return

Paints the Hideout to look like Luca’s dream fish-stars after he’s told about it. The ceiling, anyway. Don’t ask how he did it, no one knows.

Changes his last name to Marcovaldo

Thinks pet fish and aquariums are hilarious and will poke fun at the fish (“haha, losers! No freedom!” “Alberto!” “What?!”)

LOVES DINOSAURS

He and Luca share a bed when Luca comes over!

The Vespa poster hangs in his room on his door

Calls Luca’s nightlights “light fish” as a nod to stars

Has Giulia and Luca’s names tattooed onto him because they’re his best friends

Tried to take Caligola and Machiavelli on walks… yeah that goes as well as you think

Giulia:

Is a fast reader

Isn’t a massive poetry fan but does have a few favorites

Also keeps a few drawings from Alberto in her folders

Also scoops Luca up randomly

Can and will bite you

Wears dresses as much as she does shorts

Ties her hair up when serious

Rubs her nose against her family’s as a sign of love. It’s just something she did as a kid, so sometimes she’ll just rub her nose against Alberto’s and he gets really confused

Is low key a little jealous of her brother and best friend being sea monsters

Is a bit of a builder! She makes a bridge from her room to the treehouse

Rarely starts fights with Alberto, but she’ll sure finish them

Half regrets teaching Alberto to swear

Though she seems pretty calm, she’s gotten into her fair share of fights at school. Mainly punches kids who bully her and/or Luca. Also sexists.

Although this is 1950/60s Italy, I imagine she’d be very accepting of homosexuality and not hide it, even if rumors of her being one start spreading and she gets hurt. She has a strong sense of justice and she doesn’t care about consequences.

She’s the only person allowed to make fun of Alberto. No one else is. She’ll quite literally attack anyone who dares.

Her parents were surprised she didn’t take after them in fishing or painting

Honestly I can see her mentoring the kids for the race every summer! Once she hits 18 and is no longer able to compete, she holds practice sessions and loves seeing the kids have fun

She definitely runs the race when she’s older. She moves to Portorosso since her marine biology career is helped by her sea monster brother and the town’s closeness to water

Teaches the boys to make sandcastles

Holds such strong resentment for Alberto’s father and Daniela. Lorenzo and Luca’s grandmother she’s fine with, but Alberto’s biological father abandoning him pisses her off more than she can put into words, and Daniela manipulating her son and sending him away makes her want to break something.

Her “santa (cheese)!” comments slowly change into “Santa (fish)!” exclamations. Like, “Santa Goby!” for example. 

Is more close to Alberto than he wants to let people know. She can read him like a book. He’s honestly her best friend. She tells him everything, they go to each other after nightmares, they share everything, all the fun cute stuff that Alberto would rather die than admit.

Still has no idea what “Silenzio Bruno” and “Piacere, girolamo trombetta” mean and at this point she’s too afraid to ask

Though she loves the Portorosso kids, she’d rather die than be a mother. Her parents understand, but secretly hope she changes her mind so they can spoil a grandbaby. 

Begs Massimo to coverup his sea monster tattoo, which he does

Also a “he ask no pickles” friend!

Is super patient with Luca and Alberto’s adaption to the human world (though she doesn’t like it when Alberto shoves his feet on her-which he loves to do because it pisses her off)

Secretly saves money up for the boys to get a Vespa

While she isn’t the best cook, her pasta meals are pretty damn good! 

Has the trophy from the Cup in her room next to a picture of the three of them on the Vespa

[samanthadalton]

Hey there! I have to say I love your writing style. ♥️☺️☺️ Can I request for a cute PoppyxMC fic where Poppy has a sketchbook full of MC's different facial expressions? I've always imagined Poppy being artsy haha.

I seriously loved this idea anon thank you so much for your kind words and I hope I did it justice ❤️

Secret notebook 

pairings: poppy x bea 

taglist: @cloud9in (i just realised i don’t really have an official taglist so maybe i should fix that) 

word count: 1k 

Your curiosity reaches an all time peak when you realise that Poppy carries a small pink notebook in her bag and has it on her person at all times. She would never let you see the contents of her secret notebook but whenever you would hang out together doing your own thing, you would see Poppy hunched over on your desk scribbling into the book. So naturally, you made it your life’s mission to find out what Poppy’s hiding. 

After many failed attempts of you trying to sneak a glance at her book or going through her drawers trying to find the damned thing you almost altogether gave up on your goal until one day when Poppy texted you to meet her in her room. After a few heavy make out sessions with the strawberry blonde, you hold her body close to you, her petite frame fitting perfectly into yours. You gently stroke her hair while she draws lazy shapes across your stomach, but you abruptly stop when something pink on her desk suddenly grabs your attention. 

“Hughes, why did you stop?” she whines as she pokes her finger into your side but you’re too busy internally celebrating when you realise Poppy unknowingly left her secret book on her desk. She pokes at your side again but you’re too transfixed on plotting a way to get to the book. She frowns when she sees your attention focused elsewhere and when she follows your gaze to her notebook on her desk, she freezes. You both share a brief conspiratorial look, and then simultaneously jump out of the bed and it's suddenly a race of who’s faster. You quickly reach over to the desk and grab the book, and triumphantly hold it over your head but Poppy’s expression looks determined as she tries to scratch, pull and drag your arms down in an attempt to get her book back. “Give it back to me Farmsville” she grunts as she tries to make a jump for the book but her short body puts her at a disadvantage as she unsuccessfully takes the book from you. What she lacks in the height department however, she definitely makes it up with tenacity and she never stops to snag her notebook. You stretch your arm up higher, amused at the strawberry blonde’s failed attempts. 

“It’s over Poppy, I finally have the book” you slightly push her back and begin to dance around the room, avoiding Poppy’s cries, “ah ah ah” you condescendingly wag your finger at Poppy, “come on, what are you hiding?” You gasp, “do you write love poems about me?” you wiggle your eyebrows at Poppy whose expression has shifted purely to anger, as she grits her teeth and stares daggers at you. 

“Give. Me. The. Book. Now.” she says, her voice low and with undisguised intimidation. You ponder for a second if you should give the book back because the vein throbbing on Poppy’s forehead looks like it’s about to burst any second but you also consider the idea that whatever she’s hiding must be huge if she’s going through great lengths to get it back. 

“Hmm no” and quickly flip open a page and you freeze. This definitely wasn’t what you were expecting. Your eyes soften as you look over at Poppy whose face is still red but more likely due to embarrassment than anger. “Pops, is this me?” you point your finger at the gorgeous sketch of a woman’s side profile and Poppy nervously chews on her bottom lip and gives her curt nod. You begin flipping through the rest of the sketchbook, astonished at the expert level drawings, all of them portraits or quick sketches of..you. Some of them you’re unsure as to when Poppy could’ve even had the time to draw but your heart begins to flutter at the fact that her big secret was just secretly drawing you. “Wait is this me sleeping?” you raise an eyebrow at Poppy as the colour drains from her face

“Can you give it back to me now” the before commanding tone replaced with a softer one as she apprehensively gazes at the floor, unable to meet your eyes. You look down at the book and then reluctantly hold it out for Poppy to take. 

“I’m sorry, I just really was curious.” Poppy stands still, her gaze still averted to the floor but she reaches out and takes the book, “you’re incredible at drawing, why didn’t you ever tell me you’re an artist?” 

“It’s just a stupid hobby, I can’t really do much with it can I?” she indifferently says as she shrugs her shoulders. 

“Are you kidding? I’m dating a freaking DaVinci and I didn’t even know about it.” You reach out and cup Poppy’s face with your hands, your thumbs softly brushing against her cheekbones, “I can finally use the phrase paint me like one of your french girls” you flourish your voice a little earning a soft giggle from Poppy. 

“So you don’t find it weird I have a bunch of drawings of you?” 

“Are you kidding me Pops? If anything I’m honoured that you think of me as your muse” 

Poppy lets out an airy laugh, “okay let’s not get too ahead of ourselves, you’re just the only thing worth drawing that’s all.” 

“Wellllllll….do you feel like drawing me now? We could find a way to make it a little..sexy” you whisper in the shell of her ear and Poppy lets out a little moan. 

“What were you thinking?” she raises an eyebrow at you, her eyes glistening with challenge. 

“Titanic” you step back and begin stripping off your clothes and Poppy watches with unreserved lust as her eyes look over every inch and crevice of your body. “So where do you want me?” Poppy laughs and tells you to lie down on the bed as she grabs a pencil from her pencil case, spinning on her desk chair to face you. 

“Perfect, now stay there until I’m done.” she teasingly raises an eyebrow at you, “if you stay still the entire time then I’ll give you a reward at the end.” She begins to sketch in her book, while you pose in her bed, content that you finally found what she was hiding.

[damedamedame]

akane aoi + reader | say what ?

| description ! | your current relationship with akane gets a little out of hand (which may or may not be good?) (yes, there’s a question mark).

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You flip to a page, one to a theory about a mysterious creature who could control the time around the halls of Kamome Gakuen by their own hands and by their own choice. There’s even a sketch of what it could be... and it looked nothing like the boy standing in front of you now. Your finger points to a space, wordlessly wanting him to sign it if your pleading face was anything to go by.

Akane stares at you blankly, then to the picture book in your hands. The expression on his face screams confusion because of your actions but you were insistent.

Being an enthusiast for all sorts of supernaturals and apparitions that had crossed your path (which may or may not have led to various dangerous incidents), you stood your ground as firmly as you possibly could.

Even if you wanted to melt at the sight of this new Akane Aoi.

Fuck it, you probably already melted when he saved you mere minutes ago.

Sucking in a deep breath, you continued to ask another question, briefly ignoring the fact that Akane didn’t bother to sign. Maybe he had no pen?? What kind of apparition has a pen in his pocket?? Wait would they--

“C-Can you help me investigate more s-supernaturals?”

‘OH NO.’ You looked at the ground as if it was the one who was making your cheeks redden to the max. ‘I STUTTERED TOO MUCH DHBFSH--’

“Interesting offer but….” Your head shot up to meet his smile, it didn’t meet his eyes but it made you look like a tomato nonetheless. A shudder goes down your spine at the way he stares right through you. “I don’t think I can handle another second seeing any one of them.”

…?

“W-WHY?? SUPERNATURALS ARE AMAZING CREATURES !!” You cry out, unable to hold back.

“Wha…? What makes you say that?”

There’s a hint of a spark happening between you two, one filled with tension and the start of a very very long argument between the justification of supernaturals.

Not that you intended to speak up and start a fight about it, you had only wanted to bring up a few points. Which he had a rebuttal for every time. Perhaps this is why you liked this smartass, but never did you think that you would be on the opposing side of the debate.

“Aoi-kun, I’m pretty sure not all of them are bad..!”

“You might want to see a certain seventh somewhere--.”

“YOU KNOW THE SEVENTH MYSTERY ???”

Secretly, your foot hurt like actual hell, having been pushed to the ground rather harshly after almost being struck by a truck. But how could you let this chance pass by? You were finally talking to the boy you simped for and you have the chance to meet more supernaturals and apparitions!

Granted, you almost died and you were both arguing about the goodness of supernaturals and apparitions, BUT STILL—!!

“I don’t think he appreciates seeing someone limp into his stall.”

Akane motions over to your foot. The foot that you were trying so desperately to hide but alas, the awkwardness stood out.

“Um… I-I’ll go to the clinic then! After that, you can take me to see Hanako-san…!”

Two steps forward and you were already wobbling. You were determined to get to the clinic without any hesitation if it meant finding out more of these supernaturals that always invaded your mind, if you weren’t already thinking about Akane.

Being the gentleman that he was forced to be by one strict Teru Minamoto, he had, as much as he didn’t want to offer because he was salty, offered you a, “Do you want me to take you to clinic?” which you may have replied with a small nod, the flush on your cheeks rising significantly so.

Significantly so may have been a slight understatement.

Your cheeks—no, your entire face raged with a pink blush once Akane put his hand on yours, telling you to lean on him if your legs hurt too much. The way he held your hand calmly without hesitation made it seem like he experienced this sort of thing before. Or maybe he spent his time eagerly researching this for Aoi’s sake. ‘Okay, yeah, it’s definitely the second one.’ You sink your head low in dismay.

Thankfully, the clinic wasn’t too far off since the incident took place right at the exit of the school. Making quick work into getting to the clinic, also avoiding the people who looked at you two quietly bickering about another something related to your slowly developing debate about supernaturals and all that. Or perhaps they looked at you two and wondered why two simps were spending time with each other. What if they thought you were dating him (finally) and Akane had given up on Aoi--

You scoff, immediately letting the fleeting thought away. Akane raised an eyebrow at your action but you simply looked away, not acknowledging the other thoughts that crowded your mind.

“Can you open the door while—”

“Yeah, I think I can just…”

After a few minutes of trying to open the door leading to the clinic, and failing miserably, your prayers have finally been answered. By a fellow Student Council Member.

“Oh! (L/N)-san!” This girl is… the ‘Secretary’ of the Student Council, if the messy black hair, the dark red ribbon hanging loosely around the back, and the round glasses framing her small face was any indication. “What happened?”

“I tripped and fell on the sidewalk.” You explain, not delving into any of details because even if the guy you just had to like out of everyone else (seriously, why couldn’t you have liked Minamoto-senpai instead? It’d probably be so much easier) had a bunch of hatred for the ones you absolutely adored (and you still didn’t get why he hated all of them instead of merely hating the ones who pushed Aoi), you still didn’t want to cause any trouble for him.

The ‘Secretary’ looks at you two for a bit, a small knowing smirk gracing her lips, which she tried to hide with her hand but failed, and walked away. She also mentioned something about the ‘President’ dropping off some paperwork on his desk. You don’t know why Akane’s expression turned into a disgusted one but you didn’t want to pry on that.

Oh nono, you wanted to pry about something else.

Right after sitting down on the bed after the nurse had told you to do so, you began swinging your legs out of nervousness. And you regretted that a second later because the pain finally settled in. Akane had thrown an ‘are-you-kidding-me?’ look at you and you replied by rolling your eyes into oblivion. Not wanting the silence between you two to thicken (or maybe you should, you were literally on the verge of kicking your crush when he mentioned how annoying your beloved Mokke were), you somehow managed strike up a conversation.

“Say… what happened to that truck a while ago?” Gold star for not stuttering over there, champ.

Akane turns to look at you, lips screwed tight and eyes wide. Had he not noticed it? How his supernatural suit and tie and honestly aesthetically pleasing outfit went away and changed back to his normal uniform? How the truck had crashed into a pole instead of you? Considering the amount of shock graced his features, it’s safe to assume that you were correct. Seriously though, how could he not have noticed?

‘Maybehewasfocusingonyou—SHUT UP’

He’s silent, not willing to admit that he did not, in fact, notice the truck nor his outfit changing. You hear him mumble a few words under his breath, definitely not missing the ‘That bastard might actually kill me this time’ or the ‘If Ao-chan ever finds about this…’ but he stops when the doctor of the school clinic came in.

“So, (L/N)-san, what do we have here this time?” The doctor, Nito-san, asks for the third time this week (or was it the fourth…?). He kind of looked frustrated with you, which you brushed off with an awkward chuckle. You could have sworn you heard Akane stifle a laugh. “Did you fall from the stairs again?”

“Not today, haha…” ‘CNDSJFNDSFOSID’ You fumed, hands clenching into fists. Now you heard Akane actually having to hide his laughter, which resulted in you having to cover your face with your hands.

Oh, why did you have to come in like this Nito-san??? WHY???

As if God Himself heard you, you were blessed when Teru Minamoto poked his head in from outside the room’s door. Funnily enough, he did not have his usual smile and ^^ on his face. He just looked lowkey pissed, which was a first for you and for people inside the clinic.

“Aoi-kun, why don’t we have a chat outside?”

You glanced at Akane in concern, and your choice was right, he should be of concern right now. He looked like a man about to be executed.

“Y-Yeah…”

At this point, you might as well plan his funeral. Yes, Aoi is going to have to give a speech about him or he would haunt the school. ‘Wait isn’t he already haunting the school—’ You thought as Akane was pretty much dragged outside by Teru. ‘Oh, I didn’t get to ask him about Hanako-san!’ You frowned, slapping yourself on the face. Although, you probably shouldn’t be focusing on that as of now, since Nito-san looks... positively furious.

| end notes ! | i’m so sorry for the long wait !! and i’m really sorry if the update wasn’t as good as you’d thought it would be,, not that it was alr good to begin with :’>

taglist: @astrxrism​ @sparkleswritings​ @closetweebsmh​ 

[sunnyie-eve]

2 | One of a kind

Series: Terror (Simon Kalivoda x OFC Fraser!)

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: language, mention of drug use

"No creeping around and no sneaking in. Also to call you."

Previous

Later in the day mom made me go to the grocery store with her because she didn't trust me at home if she wasn't there. "Ugh, I don't understand how you are friends with that druggie." She eyes Simon from afar. "Because he's a nice funny guy. You would know if you talked to him when he checks us out before we leave." I tell her and I get a disgusting look from her. "You need to be friends with non-druggies." She continues to talk shit about him then Kate and Denna. "I'll be right back." I walked away since I saw Kate talking with Simon. "You got off the lease?" Simon jokes. "Haha, funny." I fake a smile. "We'll she keeps making you follow so close to her." He makes a point.

"Have you been watching me since we got here?" I ask him. "Yeah, so I could pop in to give this back to you." He shows me my necklace I never take off. "I didn't even notice. Thank you." I take it and put it back on. "How the hell did it even come off? I ask myself. "Who knows it was a wild night. When I got home after walking you I felt it in my pocket." He explains to me. "Huh? What am I missing? There are a lot of holes in this story." Kate looks between us. "I got high with Simon last night at the park. We took two different pills and fell asleep there." I keep it short. "You what? Miss goodie goodie when it comes to drugs, took drugs?" She whispers shouts. "What did you give her for her first time?" Kate turns to Simon.

"Being completely honest with you, I don't remember. I just knew it was the ones that take away all your worries and make you feel like you're flying. Nothing too serious and it was only two pills." He tells her and she keeps hitting him. "You're so fucking stupid!" He just takes the slaps. "Duh." He agrees with her. "What all do you remember?" Kate turns back to me. "We played around at the park. On the swings, playset, and monkey bars. On the monkey bars, we took a different pill and that's all I remember before waking up." I let her know. "Same thing. I guess we just passed out after running around." Simon tells her.

"Oh, by the way, my dad grounded me for coming home this morning so." I let both of them know. "So I can still sneak over but just can't sneak you out again?" Simon says, making me look at him. "No, you're the reason I'm grounded, dude. No more sneaking over. And start to call instead of creeping around outside my window." I hit him as my mom comes with the basket ready to check out. Simon goes around to scan and check us out. "Find everything okay?" He asks her. "Fine." She keeps it short not wanting to have a conversation with him. When he was done he tells her to have a nice day and again she ignores him. "See you guys Monday." I smile at Kate and Simon.

"I don't want you being friends with them." She tells me as we drive home. "You can't tell me who I can't be friends with." I laugh, earning a backhand slap from her. "I'm your mother so yes I can." I just nod my head staying quiet till we get home. When we got home I went straight to my room putting on music to zone out. "What happened?" Sam comes into my room. "Nothing." I started to sketch a picture. "Tell me." She slaps my bed. "She told me to stop being friends with Simon and Kate. I told her she can't tell who I can't be friends with. It earns me a backhand so." I let her know. "Why did you do that? Just do what she says." I stop so I can look up at her. "Okay then, so you agree to stop seeing Denna then." I smile at her. "That's not what I meant." She sighs.

"You told me to do what she says so shouldn't you too then?" I ask her. "I do what mom tells me to do most of the time unlike you. You choose to be the stereotype of someone from Shadyside. Gets in trouble, doesn't follow the rules, etc." She says pissing me off. "Get out of my room and don't come back in here." I point at my door and she leaves. "Bitch." I throw my stuff across the room. I end up spending hours laying on my back staring at the ceiling wishing I had a different family at times. Mostly a new mom and sister. "Time for dinner." My dad opens the door. "I'm not hungry." I let him know. "Fine." He shut my door. I get up picking up what I threw hours ago to start sketching again.

As I was drawing there was a tap at my window. I get up opening it, "What did I tell you?" I ask Simon. "No creeping around and no sneaking in. Also to call you." He smiles at me. "So why are you still doing this?" I laugh letting him in. "I was wondering if you can do my nails again." He walks over to my black nail polish. "I guess I can. Come sit down after locking my door." I tell him and he does. "Thank you." He puts his hand out to me and I take off the old polish. "I don't have much of a choice now do I?" I laugh. "Even if you did, you still would. Wanna know why?" He smiles. "Why?" I ask, looking at his nails. "You love me." I can't help but smile so I look up at him. "Then maybe I should stop because I don't." I close the nail polish bottle.

"But you do. If you didn't, you wouldn't have let me in." I shake my head at him. "You are so annoying, Simon." I started to paint his nails. "Just don't mess them up." I reminded him. As I was working on his second hand he tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. "Sorry, I messed this finger up." He shows me his index finger. "I hate you. I'll fix it after this hand." I huff. Once I was finished with painting his nails, he made me blow and fan them so they could dry. "My mom backhanded me across the face leaving the store. She told me to stop being friends with you and Kate. I told her she can't tell who I can't be friends with, which earned me the backhand." I say as I can his nails. "Bitch." I agree. "Then my sister said I should listen to her. We got in a fight about how she does what mom tells her to do most of the time unlike me. I choose to be the stereotype of someone from Shadyside. Gets in trouble, doesn't follow the rules, etc."

"You aren't the typical Shadysider. Yeah, you break some small tiny rules, but you only ever get in trouble at home, not at school. And etc... what? You don't do drugs, except last night, which was a one-time thing." He makes a point. "I know." I sigh. "Lizzy, I can't think of anyone else in Shadyside that is as good as you when it comes to being the best they can be. You don't do anything that could fuck up your future. I have faith in you getting out of here on your own." I wrap my arms around his neck giving him a hug. "That's really nice to hear." I squeeze him. "And I really mean it. Hopefully, you will remember me when you make it." He says as I stop hugging him. "How could I forget you." I kiss his cheek, "You're a one-of-a-kind, Simon Kalivoda." I mess up his hair.

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Simon just smiles at Elizabeth, falling for her smile even more. "I know I am but thank you." He kisses her forehead. "Elizabeth." Her mother knocks on the door making Simon rush into the closet while she gets up, unlocking her door. "Yes ma'am?" She opens the door and her mother looks into the room. "Time for bed young lady." Elizabeth just nods her head. "Yes, ma'am" She shut the door walking over to her bed grabbing the clothes she sleeps in. "Time to go home Si." She tells him and he comes out. "Don't wanna leave yet." He whines laying in her bed. "How much longer?" She asks, walking into her bathroom to change. "I don't know." He shrugs his shoulders. "I guess you can stay a little longer." She walks back laying down next to him. He sits up moving to lay his head on her stomach so she could play with his hair and she does.

"How did we even become friends again?" Simon asks, closing his eyes. "You tripped me a month into the new school year when we were 12 because you said I was too cute to talk to you. You thought the only way I would talk to you is if I had to yell at you." Elizabeth laughs thinking back. "Well, you did end up yelling at me." He looks up at her. "Because you made me scrape my knees on the concrete." She tugs on his hair playfully as he starts to draw on her thigh with her pen. "And now you have a scar to remind you all the time of how we met and became best friends." He tells her. They both end up falling asleep for about twenty minutes before both waking up. "I should get going now." He gets off the bed. "Yeah, I hate sharing my bed." Liz laughs sitting up. "See you Monday. Goodnight." He opens the window. "Night night." She closes the window behind him as he walks off.

Elizabeth's body takes over, straddling Simon, leaning down to kiss him while his hands grab her hips. He rolls them over so he is on top kissing her then down her neck and collar bone. He moves his hand under her shirt, sliding his hand up and down her side. He pressed his lips against hers again, and trailed his hand down her thigh, rubbing it. Elizabeth jolts up out from her bed not believing what she just dreamed. It felt so real it scared her. She wanted to go back to sleep but she was nervous if her brain wanted to continue what she just dreamed. But then again part of her actually wanted to continue that dream. She falls back to lay down staring into the darkness of her room till she falls asleep again.

Monday comes quick and as Elizabeth was getting things ready to leave she spots Simon's watch at the foot of the bed on the floor. She picks it up, putting it in her bag before heading to school. "How was being grounded?" Kate asks, walking up to Liz at her locker. "Alright, my mom slapped me because I said I won't stop being friends with you and Simon." Liz lets her know. "Bitch." Kate leans against the other lockers. "Hey by chance-," Liz cuts Simon off, "You left this in my room? Yes." She pulls out his watch. "I was going to stop by Sunday but decided to give you a day off from me." He puts it on his wrist. "Thank you so much." She laughs. "Didn't she tell you to not sneak over?" Kate asks him. "Yeah, but do I ever listen? Plus I wanted my nails done." He shows them to her. Elizabeth can't help but be uncomfortable with the dream she had about Simon.

"Kate, can I talk to you in the girls' room?" She asks her. "Sure." She agrees, making Liz grab her hand, pulling her to the bathroom. "What up?" Kate leans against the wall. "I had a dream about Simon Saturday night," Liz whispers to her. "What kind of dream?" Kate gets excited on the inside. "We made out in my dream, but the thing is it felt super real." She hides her face. Kate's jaw drops, not believing it. If the dream felt super real to her then that means it probably happened after they took that second pill. "So you like Simon?" She asks her. "I guess... Maybe... I don't know... Yes, okay yes." Elizabeth whines. "What's the problem?" Kate asks. "I don't know if he likes me and I don't wanna mess up our relationship. Just don't tell him please, Kate." She begs her. "I promise. You're best friend will keep your secret safe." Kate smiles.

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Dynamite (Part One)

Before we get into this, I’d like to sketch out a few things about this mini-series. It has six parts total, and each part was inspired by a different song. You don’t need to listen to the song while you read, but I’ll be linking them in case you want to check them out at some point. I’ll link the song to the chapter title (see below). Okay--here we go. Let me know what you think! :)

*cover by @moonlit-void-to-the-far-unknown​*

Part One: 6, 8, 12

After Jakes left, Graceland hadn’t been the same.

The house hadn’t been burned, surprisingly, after Mike went to the agency about all of Briggs’ sketchy dealings, but there had been consequences. Johnny, Mike, Charlie, Paige, and Briggs were still in the house, but they were working under new restrictions. Namely: they had to report daily to their “Head Agent”, a suit who hadn’t been in the field for a good 30 plus years named Holden Ranker. Paige conned the name ‘Golden Wanker’ (in her best British accent) for him the day he moved into Graceland. He was a no-nonsense guy who didn’t seem to trust any of them to do their jobs correctly, so naturally, he wasn’t the most popular guy in the house…

…still better than Briggs, though.

The house was divided; Jakes left and never looked back, no one trusted Briggs, Paige and Mike’s relationship/friendship was strained at best, hostile at worst, Charlie was thinking of leaving Graceland and branching off, and Johnny.

Johnny was starting to rethink this whole concept of them being a “family”.

But still—they did good work, and Johnny was proud to be a part of that, even if he felt like he was living on autopilot most of the time.

Currently, he’d just gotten back from closing a case with Mike and Charlie, taking down a human trafficking ring, and he had a few days off until his next case, so he slept in. A year ago, Johnny would have been up and at the beach as soon as the sun came up, a board in his hands as he ran in the sand with Briggs and a reluctant Mike—but a lot had changed in a year, and now, all he wanted to do was have a deep, dreamless sleep and be left alone.

But instead… He dreamt of you.

You’d dated throughout high school and into college, and honestly, Johnny used to think he would marry you. But you broke before he went off to basic training, and when he got back—you had moved on. In his dream, Johnny was holding you, kissing you as you laid in his bed, and it was like he could still feel your skin, smooth and warm, under his fingertips. He could still feel the excitement, the gentle pounding of his heart whenever he was around you. He could see you, so beautiful, as you smiled over at him, wrapped up in his sheets and his love. Back when the two of you were together, Johnny had felt so loved, so warm… It was a feeling of overwhelming happiness, being with you, and when he was with you, lips on yours, bodies connected, his name falling from your pretty, perfect lips like a prayer, he felt so alive. When you were his, Johnny had been so sure of himself—he was going to get his citizenship, become something, and make you his wife. But when he went into training with the Navy SEALS, before he left, he knew that him leaving would be the beginning of the end for you two. He knew that was the end.

Johnny turned in his bed, awake now from his memory-dreams of you, his fingers itching to feel you under them, his body aching from the absence of you. What would life be like, he wondered, if he had stayed? Could he have made things work with you? Would you have stayed with him, despite his line of work? Could he even be with you as a Fed? Shit… Would you have a family? The thought of impregnating you and creating life with you made Johnny’s heart ache, and he clutched his chest. Restless, he jumped out of bed, grabbed his board, and headed to the beach.

On his way out, he ran into Charlie, Mike, and Paige in the kitchen.

“Hey, Johnny, good work on that last case,” Paige greeted him, “Way to kick some ass, Tuturro!”

“Yeah,” he reached past Charlie, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek, and grabbed a banana, “thanks… I’m gonna hit the beach…”

“Need company?” Mike asked, blue eyes eager.

Johnny gave him what he hoped was a convincing smile. “Nah, not today, Mikey. Be back in a few hours!” He called, leaving before they could see the unhappiness in his eyes.

But they did.

“He’s been really mopey lately,” Paige noted, sighing as she heard the door slam behind him, “I’m worried.”

“Yeah, you ain’t the only one,” Charlie said, leaning against the counter, “He’s been withdrawn, pensive… I don’t know what to do.”

Mike looked at his feet; he knew a part of Johnny’s pain was because of him. He was, after all, the one who had (almost) burned Graceland and exposed Briggs for what he was—a lying sneak. But in the process, he’d ripped Johnny’s family apart, and Mike, after all the things he’d been through since he first set foot in Graceland, had eaten an entire table of humble pie, and now… “I just want the Johnny I know back,” he said lowly.

Charlie wrapped him up in a hug. “I know, Mikey. Me too… Me too.” Sighing, she pulled back. “With everything that’s happened; Jakes leaving, Briggs,” she made a face, “Holden… Plus the shit we see every day in these streets… I’m afraid Johnny’s lost his faith in people, or even the belief that good people exist.”

“Mm,” Paige glanced over at Mike, “I know the feeling…”

Briggs walked into the kitchen then, clearing his throat so they knew he was coming. Mike and Paige greeted him with a cold stare, and Charlie sighed again. “Hey guys,” he waved a manila folder in the air, “Holden just handed me a new case, and, uh… It’s gonna be a tough one for JT…”

Johnny always loved the water. He’d been a swimmer since he was a baby, always wanting to test his limits, go deeper, go further, see how long he could hold his breath. As he rode on the waves, he let his mind wander, and unlike earlier, he leaned into it. He was safe, after all, when he was on the water. He couldn’t stop thinking about you. He thought about you from time to time before—you were his first love, how could he not?—but this was different. This was… His mind and heart, for once, were on the same page, focused in on you and asking himself “what ifs” and hypotheticals.

He wondered if you ever thought about him, or if you ever cried yourself to sleep thinking about him, like he did sometimes thinking about you. Did you ever reminisce on him? He moved against the waves, a natural surfer, and wondered if you ever asked about him. Did you wish, when your phone rang, that it was him calling you? Did you still feel the same way you used to about him?

Did he?

Johnny took a break, laying on his back on his board, staring at the sky. He did. He knew he shouldn’t; it had been around 6 years since you’d went away, but he swore, he could still feel your kiss—feather light and sweeter than anything he’d ever tasted—on his lips. Sighing, he flopped onto his stomach and padded back to shore. Johnny sat in the sand, staring out at the water, pissed and irritated at himself for letting his mind go down the you-shaped rabbit hole.

“I should be over her,” he whispered to himself, shaking his head at himself, “I should know better—after all the shit I’ve been through,” images of Lucia, Briggs, Mike, Jakes, a strung out Charlie, Paige’s bloody face flashed through his mind, “I should know better!” He dropped his head between his knees and closed his eyes—

—and all he could see was you.

Opening his eyes, Johnny stretched out and laid in the sand. He started counting the time he’d spent apart from you in the sand, breaking it down to about 6 years, 8 months, and at least 12 weeks since the last time he’d been with you, since he walked away from you and into the arms of the U.S government, too damn naïve and reckless to realize that—maybe—he could have had both. He stared at the tics in the sand, each representing the large chasm of separation between the two of you, and he wondered if you were okay—he hoped, with everything he had, that you were. He hoped that you were happy and safe and living a fulfilled life, he really did. Annoyed and depressed with his line of thinking, he hopped up, erasing the marks in the sand with his foot, and decided to go back to the house and get a head start on his next case. He knew Holden already had one set up for him—their new “boss” was determined to keep them busy so they “stayed out of trouble”. Johnny grabbed his board, and for the first time in a long time, he was actually eager to start a new case. He needed—welcomed—the distraction.

When he walked in the house, he heard soft, low voices in the living room. Tugging his hood half-way onto his head, Johnny walked towards the voices, recognizing them all easily: Briggs, Charlie, Paige, and Mike. Holden, apparently, was wherever the hell he was when he wasn’t breathing down their necks.

“Johnny,” Charlie said, almost breathless as she stood up.

He quirked an eyebrow at her, noting the files all over the room. He could see figures—huge amounts of cash, apparently—and a few Spanish sounding names on the papers, but it wasn’t until he looked all the way up, at the face plastered on the big screen TV mounted on the wall, that he realized why Charlie had said his name like that. On the screen, straight out of his dreams—

—was your face.

You were his next case.

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