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crispy-bonnie · 2 years

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Salutations , Fried Rabbit !!!! May I Please Request : Dallas , Bain , Sniper And Cloaker With A Y/N That Really Loves Drawing Them ?

I Can Just See Y/N Drawing The Cloaker And The Man Going " Do You Want Me To Pose For You ? " Rose & Jack Style JWJDJEDJEDJ—

i read this request and my brain literally got hit in the fuckin face with an idea like holy shit i love this prompt help ??? /gen

You like to draw your S/O - PAYDAY + FBI

Dallas

Dallas didn't pay too much attention to it at first

When you came up to him in his office and asked if you could chill there, he just let you and payed little attention

However, he later started noticing the glances you kept casting at him every now and then, and it was starting to get on his nerves just a tad

When he asked about it, you quietly explained that you were just drawing, and he asked to see it

If you don't share it, then he'll respect your privacy, but say that you definitely should show him some time

If you do show it though, he nearly has a heart attack [/pos] upon seeing the little sketch of himself in your notebook

Not only do you draw well, but the way you drew him just has him melting like

Does he really look that good to you?

He tells you that you should draw more often, and even says he'll model for you if you want

In reality, he just wants to see more pieces of him being made

He'll ask to keep one of them and if you let him, he'll have it framed on his desk because he loves it so much

Dallas himself tried to draw you as well

It was decent, but it could definitely use practice lol

Bain

Bain always wondered why you always had your nose stuffed in a notebook whilst scribbling on the page like there was no fuckin tomorrow

You didn't show anyone what was in there either, so Bain decided to send Dallas on a secret 'mission'

What he actually did was get Dallas to steal your notebook while you were on a heist and send him pictures of the pages

Bain nearly choked on his vape when he saw the images like help-

Your notebook was full of your interpretations of Bain based off of the very little information that you could gather during heists

He finds it fuckin adorable like oh my god

As much as Bain wants to reveal his appearance to you and see how you'd draw it, he can't because his whole deal is being mysterious ooOOooOOOoooOoo

He hints towards his appearance whenever you're on a solo heist, hoping that you'll incorporate them into your drawings

If he finds that you actually add these hints he'll fuckin melt

Regardless, he ends up getting fed up with waiting and arranges a meetup between the two of you under the guise of a heist

Once you two are face to face, he offers to model for you and oh my god the way you just squealed in excitement as you got your notebook out /pos

I like to think that Bain lowkey is self-concious about his appearance when it comes to meeting up with you, so when you draw him in his usual wear/style he melts oml

If you let him, he'll keep the drawing on one of his monitors to remind himself that he's perfect the way he is

After all, the drawing is how you see him through your eyes, and it ensures him that he is beautiful no matter what

Cloaker

Oh my fucking god this man

As per usual, he broke into your god damn room again through the vent and caught you drawing something

He didn't catch exactly what it was because you hid your notebook before he kicked the vent cover off, as you heard him crawling against the metal of the vents

Regardless, Cloaker managed to get it from you anyway and started flipping through the pages

He didn't say much about the drawings. He just shrugged and said 'cool' before leaving

But in reality, he was flustered as all fuck about it

Like did he really look that hot to you?? What???

Cloaker made sure to pass by you a lot more, making sure to spiffy himself up for your drawings

At some point, he got tired of you not actually showing him the rest of your drawings, so while you were sitting in some hallway and doodling, he just walked up to you, crouched down to your level and said:

"Do you want me to pose for you?"

You were redder than the red on your uniform I swear

If you say no, he'll just continue annoying you until you say yes, and once you do, he'll immediately start posing

He'll listen to you when you ask him to pose a certain way, but he does his damn best to make his poses as sexual as possible

Watching you doodle rapidly with a tomato-red face was just the cutest thing ever like

He was trying not to break pose just to embrace you oml

Once you finish and show him, he just stares for a hot minute before going:

"Hey y'know I could be a nude model for ya if you like-"

You slapped him in the face with your notebook

Whether or not you accept this offer is up to you

No I'm not writing that

Sniper

Sniper first caught you drawing him while on the job

Like Dallas, he didn't really try to bother you too much about it

You two were sitting atop a tower and keeping an eye out for enemies when he noticed you jotting something down in your notebook

He always thought it was just some sort of journal log or something, but those thoughts changed when he started noticing you glancing at him from the corner of his eye

Eventually he just speaks up about it since he's pretty curious on why you're focused more on your notebook than the job at hand

"Whatcha writin'?"

You quickly tell him that you aren't writing anything, and now he's really intrigued. Without looking away from his scope, he asks once more:

"Well, what are ya drawin'?"

If you lie and say you're drawing someone or something else, he just chuckles and points out how he's noticed you staring at him for the past few minutes

You eventually admit it, which elicits yet another lighthearted laugh out of him as he asks to see it

If you show it to him, his face visibly goes red

He's not used to people looking at him, let alone viewing him in such a positive manner

In a stuttery voice, he just says that it looks good and that you should draw more

If you two end up in the same situation of being put on the same watch post, he'll make sure that he's positioned well enough so you can see his face, just so that you can draw him

He'll constantly be asking to see what you've drawn, and his heart just melts every time he sees a drawing of him on the page

#payday #payday 2 #payday x reader #payday 2 x reader #x reader #reader insert #fanfic #fanfiction #headcanons #request #crispy writes

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tokosyomaru · 2 years

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›–✁-| sho / it+its nblw / 19

Welcome to my Danganronpa blog... 2!! Sparse reblogs as I haven't had a fixation on this series since like, early 2022. My main is @gemharvest and that is where I will like/ follow/ etc. from. Will probably reply from this blog since u can choose that now but if you get replies from my main that's still me !!

I probably wont tag anything super common within the series (minor gore (blood/ minor wounds), death, weapons, etc.) so be mindful of that when going through my blog. Anything a bit heavy like more graphic gore, child abuse, and etc. will get cw tags, though. Mutuals are free to request I tag something specific (if you only follow this blog but I follow back from main ur still a mutual 👍).

[carrd] + [art blog] + [youtube] |-✃-✁–‹

Fun DGRP interest trivia for those who wanna know:

Ultra Despair Girls is my favorite of the games, though that is definitely a subjective take and bc of some of the shit that goes on in there, I completely understand those who may dislike the game.

Trigger Happy Havoc (DR1) is probably my favorite of the main 3 games. The cast just clicks with me more and also it features my girlsssss Toko and Syo.

Still don't personally understand a lot of the hype around SDR2 I'M SORRY it just doesn't click with me as much. It's still super fun I'm just an outlier in it not being my favorite.

World's strongest Tokosyomaru soldier though I'm kinda on break rn with the fixation not being as hard. Fukawa system defender though I also fucking hate how they were written so I am defending them from the devs as well.

Favorite characters include Komaru Naegi, Toko and Syo Fukawa (those feel like "duh"s to me LOL), Makoto Naegi, Kyoko Kirigiri, Chihiro Fujisaki, Kazuichi Soda. Aaand I really liked Maki/ Tenko from nDRV3 but I'm going to be real it's been so long since I've thought about that since the ending of the game made me feel super sour so I'm going to have to get back to y'all on that one.

I also really enjoy seeing Naegiri, Sakuraoi, and Tenmiko stuff. Not super into much aside from my affinity for Tokosyomaru, though I appreciate p much any ship in this series as long as it's not the Fukawas and Byakuya (I'm a lot more chill abt that nowadays though it makes me super uncomf still, sorry).

Despite my interest in this series being pretty dormant, feel free to send me asks abt it!! I'd love to chat a bit even if it's not the current active interest. :)

I also love being given drawing prompts as long as when u send something in, you're aware I might sit on it a while before doing it & that I'm not actually obligated to do any requests and that they're more for me to doodle out if I get a good idea/ am really into the prompt.

#pinned post #liking if read is epic and appreciated but not required #mutuals r allowed to call me my other names but if ur just a random follower pls only use sho for me on this blog #tags for easy access ->#.∘o{ sho's thoughts ✂ }#[ ✎__ sho's art ]#(more tba later. still not fully active here)

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navysealt4t · 1 year

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hi blue (explodes in your ask box)

i provide letters with the intent of seeing your opinion on fandom things, please enlighten me

I / O / S / Z

thank you 🙏

HAUNNTT HI

I - Has tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why

not really? for the most part its just made me get deeper into fandom lol. like ive started reading botw fics bc of the tumblr fandom and its been very fun

O - Choose a song at random, which ship or character does it remind you of

ooo i shuffled my liked songs and got the song "after the war" by reinaeiry and. :( it reminds me of lizzie and ayva if they had gotten the chance to be together without any pirate or navy bullshit . oughhh now im sad :( they are so tragic like waghhhh i know u dont know them but. shaking my lil gremlin hands at you they were so in love and ayva just haunts riptide's story sm i love them... daily propaganda go watch jrwi riptide for tragic lesbians..... :(

on the other hand it could totally be about albatrio or polypirates. wagh.

oh and speaking of lizzie/ayva cafe 1930 is a them song. it has no words but. them.

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)

RANDOM HEADCANON TIMES jay was taught the flute & violin as a kid and while she can play them super good she prefers playing random chords on the ukulele that sound good together :]

gillion he/she and neos pronoun user i will die on this hill sorry . speaking of this genderfluid chip & trans girl jay always. and butch edyn

chip loves singing he sings so much random words while he's doing chores and singing sea shanties arlin taught him or singing ollie to sleep. jay teases him endlessly about the lullabies he sings to ollie

animal lover jay is canon but. she loves animals so much. just adores them so much she will pet any animal that comes up to her she doesn't care about rabies. she's tried to make them get a pet other than pretzel so many times. im sooooo tempted to write a fic where jay smuggles a cat on board and yes it will be navyseal

jay loves sketching like mundane scenes in her life rlly colorfully and dramatic and with a lot of meaning behind it. like u know that one drawing that's like "i realized something about human connection but im too drunk to write it so i drew it" ??? thats how she draws. she dips her toes in landscapes :)

gill loves drawing ppl. his family, his sister, random ppl on the street, etc etc !!! he has gotten really good since when he first started but he goes through random bouts of self doubt where he refuses to draw

chip doodles random shit really and he does it on EVERY piece of paper he can find the corners of their map is covered in tiny doodles. these include angry doodles of niklaus looking very mischievous and pretzel with a big knife.

Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go (prompts optional but encouraged)

I CANT THINK OF ANYTHING BUT UUHHHHH OH im working on a thingy that im hoping to turn into a youtube video :DD basically i love the game unpacking and the way it tells it's story is phenomenal and the casual representation and the art style and music and relatability and everything about the game is amazing !!!! i have been doing so much research and typing in google doc im so excited to get working on it :3 ive played the game at least 10 times i lveo it. this is fan related bc i am a fan and i say so <3

#jrwi spoilers #asks #haunted ghouls #hehehehe >:)#i went on a ramble of headcanons lol

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bitter-sweet-coffee · 2 years

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1 and 5

1. What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get?

hmm, well I can read this in a couple ways. like, i can usually get WHY someone ships something but a lot of the times i either fail to see the appeal or they’re so fanon it might as well be different characters, so why the insistence of the ship? otherwise, i can often think it’s a good ship but just not get why people are so obsessed with it or why it’s their OTP

so, everyone knows I’m gonna say sonadow, but this also applies to blazamy and infidget. like, it screams “i need a basic mlm ship where i just replace one character with a self insert and woobify the other one, and i’ll erase the canon love interest by giving her comphet and shipping her with the other girl character that way everyone is happy” like 💀 the creativity is on the floor. hell, gadget isn’t even a real canon character he’s just a fandom-owned oc! i’m cool with oc ships, but the people who declare him a real character confuse the hell out of me because he doesn’t have a canon personality or traits beyond the universal avatar so like. no he’s not lol. (you can like gadget btw i just don’t get ships with him especially infidget)

on a less “y’all are whack” scale and moreso a just “i don’t understand your lifestyle but it’s cool” i gotta say, a lot of the idw ships people have and yes this includes tangle and whisper because LOOK I LOVE THEM THE SHIP IS GREAT but it’s like, “mlegh i canon do much with this” energy. i get the ship but i don’t get the enthusiasm, y’know? bugbear is an exception btw

5. Has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you?

Hahahahahahaha, YES! now, bsc veterans may remember that i was doxxed by sonadow shippers in the 2000’s fandom, and that a certain discord server resulted in the near death of a bestie (long story that i hate talking about for privacy reasons, but i’m not exaggerating). y’allso know i’m not really good with its sister ship blazamy because i just mentioned it

HOWEVER. i have bigger issues with EVERY SILVER SHIP and wavouge. wavouge was literally my cool fruity best friends who are also girlfriends but not exclusively girlfriends because they’re like,,, free spirits and stuff. and y’all DOMESTICATED them. jail. prison. you turned them into blazamy again but this time with the stereotypical “omg hot girls do crime and they were girlfriends” trope. it screams tumblr “make everything lesbians” culture and it grosses me out. it’s like those fucking posts where someone talks about rewriting a story or myth or fixing a ship in a show or suggesting a media prompt and then someone responds with “but make it gay/what if they were both girls/let then be lesbians” and it’s just more basic lesbians. bland. boring. unoriginal. the fandom has taken so many cool relationship dynamics and just reduced them down to “uwu cute gay ppl i love them aaaa” like WHAT DID YOU DO TO THE EDGY SPICE!!! THE DEPTH!!! THE FLAVOUR!!! i’m like not aggressive mad rn i’m goofy-mad for the record because this shit bothers me but don’t hold every word i say as “the ultimate truth” i’m just casually rambling. you can have joke posts like a lot of my infinite doodles and how i respond to asks about dog&hog, but the difference is that is for HUMOUR and they are still dark complex characters in my canon even when i don’t take them seriously on tumblr

but anyways, back to silver. one word: woobification. i do not trust anyone with silver ships except myself and like a few other besties because it’s such gross mischaracterization for me? between him and scourge, some people just do not know how to act and make them so pathetic and docile and borderline stupid. i can’t enjoy most silver ships because a good portion of the content will just piss me off lolol. like, when silver is treated the same way as kat valentine from victorious i know something is SERIOUSLY wrong. ruins so much fandom content for me personally

also this isn’t ship-specific and it’s usually taboo to mention, but i am sick and tired of the intense feminization of transmasc characters. i know people will always respond with “oh but you can’t say that you’re attacking real transmascs who look like that! they can identify however they want!” but i would like to remind you that i am talking about fake people, not real ones. when an actual transmasc identifies with feminine traits and rocks that shit, they’re a real person who is well rounded with interests and likes and personality. when a FICTIONAL CHARACTER is reduced to their transness and frequently exploited for it, it makes me extremely uncomfortable and ruins characters and the ships they’re in for me. the fact that people project so hard onto these characters to an unhealthy degree that my criticisms of the fanonization feels like personal attacks on their identity says it all: let go of the blorbo, they are not yours and they are not you. let other people disagree with the fanon and not make it about how they invalidate your existence, because this has nothing to do with you actually.

and before someone comments, i do NOT mean we should abolish trans characters or not draw them with non-transitioned traits. you have have trans characters in your ships, etc etc but some of y’all just do not know how to act lol. some of my tumblrbesties on here have fantastic trans rep (you know who you are) and if fandom was more like them, a lot of ships wouldn’t be ruined for me

#bsc ships #oh boy #i wonder how many people i’ll piss off #oh wait i don’t care!#it’s my opinion anyways #thank you anon for enabling me

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joytraveler · 2 years

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61. Special Treat For Super Players

The screen goes black, and one by one, sixty stars light up on the screen, which must be the game counting up how many games you've finished. When all sixty stars disappear, Joyce's face reappears with that same big smile.

["You are a wonderful player! You make me feel very appreciated. Thanks from Joy Traveler!"

["Did you know that many of the games in this collection were made by children?"]

Joyce hides her mouth but you can tell she's giggling. ["Sometimes it shows! But the children made them all by themselves! And now..."]

She slides off the screen and is replaced with a new logo: JOY GAME MAKER. ["...so can you!"]

"AaaaAAAAAAAAAAaaaaa!!!" Bea, who looked like she was on the brink of dozing off, is suddenly full of energy and spinning around in her chair! Good thing she put down the controller first! "HOW DO I DO IT! Tell me moooore..."

Baconnaise: Bea. You're drooling. Chill. aroseahorseboy I'M drooling HNV: I don't think you'll be able to do much, you don't have a keyboard!

Upon pressing start, the player is brought to a screen with what looks like a big schoolroom, with Joyce herself sitting at the desk at the front. Every element in the room seems to have a function. There's an art easel, which is presumably for drawing sprites; a piano, for music; a tape recorder; a map on the wall; and an open door leading to the playground outside. Hard to tell what some of these things mean at this point! Looks like you can select Joyce too.

Bea has quickly doodled several of her followers as bees (their "beesonas") before she even clicks on Joyce, presumably for tips on how to actually MAKE a game. "I should probably have realized sooner that you guys won't actually be able to PLAY this but, too late now"

Syrupentine: YOU DREW HONEY SYRUP! *dies happy*

When you pick Joyce, she stands up and pulls down a screen, prompting:

[What kind of game would you like to make?]

There are at least 30 different game models to make, starting with side-scroller, shmup, 2D fighter, all the way to JRPG and Board Game!

She selects 2D fighter! "FIGHT FOR MY AFFECTION, HAHAAH!!"

The screen closes and returns to the classroom, but now "2D Fighter" is written on the chalkboard-- and two people are practicing fighting outside the window! Looks like that's where the game design happens.

When Bea chooses the playground, she takes control of Glem! By standing on different spots and pressing the shoulder buttons, she can change how he handles, making him faster or slower, jumping higher or lower, even changing his friction against the ground.

aroseahorseboy: is it odd to anyone that we're making a game in a genre that we haven't even seen yet in this collection?

"Well there's got to be at least one, or it wouldn't have the option!" she tries to adjust the controls to make a good balance of strength and speed. "Too floaty, too slow.. there we go, just right"

berd_snurglar: make mine a bumblebee cuz i bumble shit up all the time lol

"FINALLY! Ok, I think, maybe, we can take this for a test run now, at the very least. Thanks for your patience, guys! ....Guys?"

"...Well that's it for Press Bea today, see you tomorrow with more Joy Traveler!"

aroseahorseboy: no no i'm awake, kinda

When Bea chooses the computer disk to save her game, a truck also appears labeled "Export".

She selects it right away, not really thinking. "And off into the wild you go, little friend."

Options appear: [ PC / Mac / Android / iOS ]

".... PC, I guess? This thing's got wireless??"

[Compiling...]

A 'document' opens up with 36 pages to view. Each page has what Bea at first takes to be meaningless garbage, until she scrolls down and sees the boxes in the corners-- they're actually highly complex QR codes.

Baconnaise: Ok anyone speak robot talk GlockRoach: Bea my character has a special move. he has a gun. his special move is he just fucking shoots people with his gun Please put this in berd_snurglar: guys this is a program file that looks like it checks out except bea didn't do shit Klickitat_Street: This is fucking Objective-C... and you wrote it by mooshing a little man around on screen. I write code for a living, Bea. They're paying me to come in, eat donuts, and write things that are less elegant than this.

"NO IDEA WHAT I DID.. That's how kids made these games, it really was just that easy. I thought this was supposed to be a bunch of games for kids, but it's game for kids to make games with!"

GlockRoach: Well that explains a lot Syrupentine: I hope "Renk" finishes his game someday! GlockRoach: He's probably like ten or twenty years older by now at least. Or dead.

"This is ahead of its time NOW, I can't imagine it's all that old!" She looks for a way to test the game itself

Klickitat_Street: It can't be THAT much older if this lets you export to ios and android?

There's a poster of a movie clapboard that says 'action' on the wall; when she chooses it, Bea's game launches!

BUZZKILL! (that's the title she wrote in the fat cartoony font she chose)

Two angry little bees duel with their stingers on the title screen! Pressing start takes you to SELECT YOUR BEE!

"I can't play this because I can't believe it. Sorry, I can't...BEElieve it!"

Syrupentine: I wonder if there's something to let you make a random game... ...that's what the bingo cage on the desk is for, isn't it!!

"Let's find out!" she says. Syrup's bee just defeated Glock's anyway! Sadly she, too, perishes shortly after, having lost her stinger. "Uh.. maybe I can edit that out later"

Syrupentine: I can't believe you put that in... T_T ...I mean literally, that the game even gave you the option to make that happen! GlockRoach: GOTCHA BITCH

"Hey hey be civil now, if I can find out how to send this to you you can just kill each other that way!"

Zooming in on the bingo cage, it spins a few times and spits out a bunch of balls. They're decorated with symbols that aren't immediately meaningful, but there are some familiar icons, including some sprites from other games. Two more balls form a button: OK ?

berd_snurglar: i see some old friends of ours

"Let's see what you come up with on your own, game!"

[Compiling...]

A blue stone title screen pops up with the name written in block letters: PIZZA HERO.

After a moment, though, Joyce's face leans in, looking sheepish. "Is this title okay? If there's anything you don't like in a randomized game, you can pause and change it any time!"

"Looks good to me, Joyce! I come up with worse titles all the time! Besides, those are two things I like, can't go too wrong!”

When the game starts, the player is lost in a deep, dark forest, with only one person in sight to talk to. The player, however, is the green fuzzball from Fuzzed, and the NPC is an Angul! It's not attacking, though.

When Bea approaches the Angul, a dialogue box opens up:

[O BRAVE HERO, WE PRESENT TO THEE A QUEST!] [YOU MUST RETURN THE PIZZA OF COURAGE!]

#jtnuggets #bea #redmom #joyce #mar 9 #baconnaise #aroseahorseboy #hnv #syrupentine #glockroach #berd #klickitat street

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rosemaryandarsenic · 2 years

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The Sid to my Nancy

pairing| Gareth x f!reader

readersynopsis| Y/N and Gareth finally get together after a Halloween party

warnings|SMUT! 18+ only as always, minors DNI. TW: Vomit lol. Includes a little bit of hurtxcomfort, mentions panic attacks, biting, fingering, oral sex, and dirty talk! and cursing. Also unprotected sex!

AN: I hate the whole Sid and Nancy story IRL, but its a cute idea so I ran with it. Inspired by an Eddie prompt I saw recently, I HAD to write it for Gareth. As always, I don’t have any sexual writing for underage characters so Gareth is like 18-19 in this, as is the reader. Hope you enjoy <3

Gareth flicked his pen against the notebook in front of him, face scrunched in irritation. Fall classes at the local community college had started, and he hadn’t seen the harm in taking a few before deciding if he wanted a degree. Y/N sat across from him, intently staring at her textbook, headphones on. Her hair fell across her cheek, fingers fidgeting over her lips. Gareth was doing his best to concentrate and had failed, his eyes going to the hair on her cheek, the way she absentmindedly brushed her lips, as he tapped his pen. Y/N never noticed the drumming anymore, she was used to it after years of being in close proximity. She didn’t look up until the vibration of Gareth’s tapping on the table woke her from her reading.

“You good?” Y/N asked, catching Gareths gaze as she removed her headphones.

“Yah, yah, just…yknow…studying.” He nodded, still absentmindedly drumming his fingers.

Y/N smirked as she watched his hands move, “sure, studying.” She laughed.

“Let me see.” She said, grabbing his notebook.

“God your notes suck.” She laughed again.

“Like yours are any better.” Gareth chuckled, “I don’t know why we need to take math again anyways.”

Y/n blushed slightly at the mention of her notes, then recovers quickly, nodding to his statement. He brushed off the strange response.

“If you swap the 2 here and divide this, it makes more sense.” She says, pointing to the section he’d been working on.

“Oh…” he mumbled, staring at the page. “Can I see how you did it?”

She looks confused as she searches through her bag, “I left my notes at home.” She shrugs, and he groans.

As Gareth gets back to his math work, Y/N gets lost in her thoughts. Her math notebook was not at home, in fact, it was tucked between two other books in her bag. It wasn’t that she cared about him copying her work, it was the idea that he’d see her other notes. She groaned internally. In class, she’d been distracted, absent-mindedly doodling, when she realized she’d sketched a tiny heart in the margins. Her initials, and Gareths, stared back at her from the page and she couldn't bare erasing them. It was stupid really, she was literally a college student with a crush. She’d known Gareth since elementary school and knew his gross habits (the way he refused to wash his flannels until they smelled so bad his mom threatened to burn them lol). Her crush had started innocently enough, little glances here and there during freshman year. It had gotten worse when Gareth had started dating sophomore year. No one lasted long, but every escapade had left Y/N with a dull ache in the pit of her stomach. Senior year, she'd been high as shit and doodled his name in the waistband of her underwear. She blushed at the remembrance of it, chiding herself for the way she let her eyes linger too long on him. Despite being embarrassed, she never got rid of the underwear, and still wore them when she was feeling insecure. The secret of his name being tucked so close to her made her feel bolder somehow.

“I got it!” He said with an exhale of relief, slamming his book shut. His rings clinked as he moved.

Y/N smiled, closing her own book. “Finally, Jesus.” She responded, “can we please go get coffee now?”

He nodded, slinging his bag over his shoulder, waiting for her to pack up.

“Actually, i’ll meet you in the car.” She said, “I forgot something in my English class.”

“M’kay,” he shrugged. “Meet you in the car.”

Y/N bolted down the hall as soon as he was out of eyesight, and headed for the bathrooms. Closing herself in a stall, she pulled out her math notebook and ripped the heart from the corner of the page. With a sigh, she flushed it down the toilet, leaning her head against the cold metal of the stall door.

Snap out of it.

…

A few days later:

Y/N stared in the mirror, adjusting her bangs one last time and yawning loudly as she heard Gareth and Eddie pull up outside. Since her dad had gone to prison, and the trailer was paid off, she lived alone. It came with a lot of benefits, and a lot of downsides, one of which was the bills. Y/N worked two jobs while in school to make ends meet, and she was tired. Sometimes she wondered if the lack of sleep made her delirious, seeing things that weren’t there. Nightmares of monsters, like slimy dogs with split faces. Lights that flickered too often and sounds out in the night. It was in those moments of feeling overwhelmed that she relied heavily on her best friends, all of hellfire really, but especially Eddie and Gareth. They’d been an unbreakable trio since fifth grade when Eddie had walked into lunch, head shaved and D&D book in hand. College hadn’t changed much, they were all relived to be out of high-school, doing what they wanted for the most part. She heard the front door swing open and a grunt, as Eddie tripped over game pieces on the floor. An empty trailer gave them a new location for meetings, and they hadn’t bothered to clean up after yesterdays meet.

“Can you maybe not fuck up my living room, or does it just come naturally?” Y/N laughed as she walked out, Eddie stuck his tongue out at her as he knelt to pick up the pieces.

He whistled as he looked up, grinning. “Nancy Spungen huh? Nice. Where’s your Sid?”

“Still looking.” Y/N laughed, grabbing her rings from the counter.

Gareth honked outside, as Eddie grabbed several packs of beer from the fridge. The sounds of Metallica echoed as Y/N locked the door and hiked her way to the car, her heels sinking into the soft ground. Her outfit was more extra than her usual denim and band tee, and she’d added her lucky underwear as a final touch.

“These shoes are gonna kill me.” She huffed as she climbed in the back seat, leather pants sticking to the seat as she tried to settle among the loose band equipment.

“Nancy Spungen?” Gareth asked, from the drivers seat, with a laugh.

“Why are you laughin-“ She cut off as she caught sight of him, his brown hair spiked out in all directions. Gareth was decked out in all black, a spiked leather jacket and chains adorning his torso. “You’re joking.” She laughed, trying not to blush and throwing Eddie a look as he slid into the passenger side with a devilish grin. He always seemed to know her little secret but he never said anything aloud. Little shit.

“Sid Vicious at your service.” Gareth laughed.

“This is why we should’ve talked about our costumes in advance.” Y/N whined, “no way I’m getting laid now.”

Eddie chuckled, elbowing Gareth, “told you she liked the movie.”

“Of course I did.” She rolled her eyes, and reached over the consul from the back to turn up the radio. “Speaking of costumes, Ed’s, where is yours?”

“I’m Eddie Van Halen.” He chuckled as Gareth and Y/N groaned. “What?! Its easy.” He lit a blunt, passing it back.

The drive to the party was quick, thankfully, because Y/N wanted nothing more than to get out of the car. She’d planned to make tonight a new beginning, get smashed, flirt a little, maybe mess around. But there he was, freckles and pink lips, looking like the devil incarnate. The Sid to her Nancy, without the murder. Maybe she should’ve gone with Carrie.

As they pulled in, she smiled at the smoke and lights in everyones yards, people milling around in clown costumes and plastic masks. Halloween had always been her favorite holiday, a day for treats and dressing the way you actually wanted to without judgment.

Synth music was blaring as they stepped inside, and she felt the weed hit, relaxing her muscles and making the lights twinkle brighter. Tonights going to be good.

Hours passed as she drank and danced, talking to friends from class and old classmates from high school. It was nearing midnight when she felt a hand on her shoulder, she turned to see Eddie. He motioned for her to follow, and she did, dazed from social interaction and the mix of substances.

“Time for some air,” he said as he pulled her onto the porch to sit, handing her a water.

“God, thank you.” She whispered, taking a sip greatfully. “What time is it?”

“Midnight.” He mumbled as he slipped a cigarette in between his lips. She watched as he expertly lit it against the wind and inhaled deeply. Eddie always seemed to do things so easily, like it came naturally for him to be wild. She envied it.

“What.” He nudged her knee, taking another drag.

“Ehh. Nothing.”

“Quit being coy, sweetheart. You’re a bad liar.”

“I’m not!”

“You are.” He said, making eye contact and refusing to break it.

She shifted, not replying.

“If its about Sid over there, I’m gonna pry it out of you eventually, you know that right?” He said, still staring at her as he gestured to Gareth, who was arguing with Jeff a few yards away. His hair had started to fall, the curls showing around his neck. He’s so…pretty.

“Goddamnit Eddie.” She said, tugging at her hair.

“Goddmanit yourself, dumbass, now spill.” He retorted, rolling his eyes.

“Nothing to spill, its stupid and its nothing.”

He laughed. “I’m so convinced.”

“Im serious, Eddie. Okay?”

“No.” He raised an eyebrow. “If I have to watch you make googly eyes at him one more time im gonna slap the shit out of you.”

“Are you fucking drunk?” She said, a little to harshly.

“You wish princess, like I said, you’re just a shit liar.”

She was feeling neaseous now, unwilling to have this conversation.

“I see the way you look at him, Y/N.” Eddie said.

“Looks at who?” Gareth asked, sauntering up with Jeff and reaching for one of Eddie’s cigarettes.

“N-nobody.” She stuttered, looking anywhere else in an attempt to avoid eye-contact. She jumped up, almost toppling over from the awkward stability of her heels. Gareth caught her arm and she practically jumped away muttering something about needing to pee as Eddie snorted.

“What’s wrong with her?” Gareth turned to Eddie, who shrugged.

“Trouble with Sid,” Eddie chuckled, “why don’t you go ask?”

Jeff and Eddie gave each other a look as Gareth watched Y/N disappear inside.

The bathroom smelled like puke and cheap perfume, Y/N slamming the door shut behind her as she gasped for air. This was so stupid, Eddie was just prodding her because of the alcohol, right? She just needed to steel her nerves, go out there and dance again. Fuck this. She spun too fast and was hit with another wave of dizziness as she heard a knock at the door.

“Y/N? You good in there?” Fuck. It was Gareth. FUCK.

“Im fine!” She mumbled, feeling the bile rise in her throat. Fuck.

The door knob turned and he slid in as she collapsed in front of the toilet, heaving.

“Oh shit, hey hey.” He carefully scooped her hair in his hands, holding it back and away from the mess. “Its okay, I got you.” He whispered, as she squirmed.

She couldnt stop heaving, only feeling slightly less anxious as it all came up. She finally slowed, coming up for air and grabbing for the toilet paper. Mascara was running down her face and she really didn’t want anyone else here but she couldnt speak yet.

“This is bad timing probably but uh…why do your underwear have my name on them?” He asked quietly, still holding her hair, the skull on the chain around his neck bouncing on her shoulder.

She froze. Oh shit. OH SHIT. Grasping at the rim of the toilet bowl she turned awkwardly, panicking, racking her mind for a response. “I…don’t know.”

He looked at her funny, reaching out with tissue paper to wipe her chin. She was burning alive, could feel the bile rising again and tears peaking behind her eyes.

“Did you?” He gestured towards her waist where the leather pants had ridden down, exposing the pink lace and sharpie.

She groaned and leaned over the bowl again, staring at the water and truing not to scream into the bowl. HOW could she be so stupid, writing his name on her underwear of all places. What the hell was she thinking.

“Can you please look at me?” He scooted closer, “im not mad, I uh -“

“I’m sorry, its stupid.” She yelped, still leaning over the bowl.

“It’s not stupid.” He laughed, “its kind of…cute?”

“Cute?” She sat up, holding onto a roll of toilet paper for dear life. “You think its cute?!”

“I mean its weird, yeah, but like…”

“Like what?” She looked flustered, cheeks burning and hair flying everywhere.

“Like..like its hot. Uh…I mean its like you’re labeling your…yknow.”

I am going to astral project out of this house from embarrassment.

“Listen we don’t have to talk about it right now, you don’t look like you’re having a good time.” He mumbled, and she noticed he was turning pink as well.

“Why don’t you get yourself cleaned up and ill take you home, mkay?” He said.

She nodded.

She stayed on the floor as he got up and closed the door behind him. FUCK. Fuck.

…

Gareth stood on the other side of the door, waiting for y/n to come out. He felt the burn on his cheeks and couldn’t even try to hide it. His name, on her underwear. HIS name. He couldnt think of many reasons why a girl would have someones name written in their fucking underwear, and was trying not to let his imagination run wild. He’d always liked Y/N, since middle school, but she was so focused. So smart, and driven. She didn’t make time for relationships, said so herself many times. So he’d resigned himself to keeping their friendship going, but there she was, on the other side of the door with his name tucked into her pants like a secret label of ownership. He was too overwhelmed for this, only two beers in and feeling woozy. He couldnt tell if it was everything he’d just seen or if it was the booze, but he took in deep breaths to settle himself. Eddie sauntered over, seeing him hover by the door.

“She in there?” He gestured to the door. Gareth nodded.

“You good?” Eddie whispered, raising an eyebrow.

Gareth glanced at the door and slid over a few steps, Eddie moving with him as he leaned in to catch whatever gareth was trying to say.

“She uh…she’s vomiting,” Eddie winced, still listening. “But dude. She uh…she…” gareth was blushing and Eddie shoved his shoulder.

“She what?”

“She wrote my name on her underwear.” Gareth blurted, staring at Eddie.

Eddies eyes widened, and he set down his beer. He looked stressed, rubbing his eyes. “Did she say anything?”

“No!” Gareth was sweating, “Does she…?” He stared at Eddie. “Did she say something to you?”

Eddie opened his mouth to speak as they heard the door open beside them, Y/N walking out. She turned and saw them standing there, eddies expression shifting quickly. The three of them stood there for a split second as they waited for someone to say something, anything.

Gareth cleared his throat. “You ready to go?”

Y/N nodded, “Are we dropping Eddie off first?”

Eddie shook his head, “actually, uh, Jeff said he would.”

Y/N looked between the two of them and then turned and walked away, towards the door.

Eddie grabbed Gareth’s jacket as he started to follow and whispered in his ear quickly, “fucking go for it.”

Gareth exhaled and nodded, slapping eddies arm as he followed Y/N to the car.

The car ride back was quiet, y/n staring straight ahead wordlessly. Gareth’s palms were sticking to his steering wheel as he struggled to find any words at all to ease the silence.

“How’re you feeling?” He asked finally.

She still looked ahead, her face blooming with color again, “fine now.”

He nodded carefully.

She didn’t move when he parked, she just sat, like she was trying to work up the nerve.

“About the bathroom…” she trailed, “Im sorry.”

“You really don’t need to apologize.”

She chuckled, and went quiet again.

“There’s no chance you’re gonna forget this in the morning is there?” She asked.

He laughed softly, “not a chance.”

She turned to look at him. “Were you serious about…about it being cute?”

He blushed again, and nodded. “Guys dream about that kind of shit so yeah.”

She blushed deeper, and turned away, opening her car door.

Leaning in after she got out, she said, “do you wanna come in for a bit or are you going back?”

He tried not to jump out of the car head first, “nah, I can come in!”

“I need to brush my teeth.” She said, running for the bathroom as they walked in the door.

Gareth tried to situate himself on the sofa, but couldn’t seem to get comfortable. What the fuck am I doing, he said to himself, standing up and walking towards the bathroom.

The door was open, and he knocked on the frame to let her know he was there. She spat out the last of the toothpaste, and leaned against the edge of the tub with a towel in her hands.

“So…uh.” He started, and she giggled, burying her face in her hands.

“I really am sorry, I ruined everything.” She groaned, still covering her face.

“You really didn’t.” he laughed, sitting down on the tub next to her.

“Its probably time I said something anyway,” she whispered. “Apparently according to Eddie, it’s written all over my face.” She sighed.

“A little bit, but its fine.” He whispered back, staring at the way her thighs spread agains the edge of the tub, fighting against the leather that constricted them. “Its not like I’m exactly subtle either.”

She gave him a surprised look, “what?”

“You can’t tell?” Gareth said, his chest tightening at the realization. She has no idea, does she?

“No?” She said, looking at him intently now.

He shifted, trying to ease the anxiety in his stomach. “I’ve always liked you, y/n.” He exhaled at the admission, and her jaw dropped.

She didn’t say anything so he continued. “You always said you didn’t have time for sappy stuff like relationships and I thought…yknow, I thought that included me. Then I saw your underwear and I swear I wanted to pin you to the floor then and there.”

She was pink now, watching him talk, eyes wide and lashes fluttering. He couldn’t help but stare at her lips, the way they curved, the plumpness of them. His heart was pounding, hard.

“Pin me to the floor and do what?” She said, breathy, leaning in.

His eyes darted from her eyes to her lips a few times, before he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her jaw, slowly moving down towards her neck as she gasped.

“That,” he whispered, “and this.” He gripped her hips and pulled her towards him, sliding his hands over her ass and the small of her back as he continued devouring her neck. She moaned into the crook of his neck, as she kissed him back.

Gareth felt like he was going to combust, the friction of her legs against him awakening the rumble in his gut that he shoved away so many times. She’s so warm and so close, he thought, cherishing the feel of her lips on him as she moaned softly. It was unlike anything he’d dreamed of, felt better than he could’ve imagined. He’d spent so many nights with his hand wrapped around his dick, picturing her hands instead, her mouth. He moaned now too, heat radiating between them as they slid off the side of the tub and onto the tile floor, grabbing at each other frantically. She pulled off his jacket, hands running over his clothed chest as she straddled him.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispered, letting her fingers dig into his skin as she panted, “so pretty.” He mumbled.

She leaned down, her movements making him grunt as he felt her warmth over his hardening cock. “Is this okay?” She whispered, running her hands under the hem of his shirt. He nodded aggressively, taking her hands in his own and pushing them up further. She flushed at the feeling of his skin, the sight of his happy trail as she pushed his shirt up and over his head. He craned his neck to kiss her as she pulled his shirt away, both of them gasping for air as she ground herself against his hips and wrapped her fingers in his hair. The spikes had fallen completely now, and his curls stuck to his forehead he watched her move against him. Pausing for a breath as she continued to grind on him, he stuttered, “we should get off the floor.” His head arched back as she nodded, hips grinding into him harder and slower, making no move to get off him. “Y/N, up.” He growled, thrusting his hips up as he spoke. She slowed, standing carefully, whining at the lack of him between her legs.

They barely made it into the hall when he pushed her up against the wall, slamming his mouth to her's and kissing her deeply. His hands pinned hers against the wall and he panted, refusing to break the kiss as she wiggled, trying to break her hands free to touch him.

“Be a good girl and let me look at you,” he whispered, planting kisses on her jaw. She complied, and he let go, watching intently as she unbuttoned her pants and peeled them away. Her legs were red, indents left from his belt buckle on her torso, and she wobbled as she pulled off her spiky boots. He could see how damp she was already, the folds of her pink underwear soaked. He leaned in, stabilizing her as he took in the sight of her from head to toe, slowly unbuttoning the cheetah print vest she wore as she reached for his pants this time, pawing at his hard member. “Fuck,” she groaned, hands stroking him as she met his gaze. “I have thought about this so many times.”

He chuckled, kissing her again as he pulled the vest away and cupped her breast with his hands, running his fingers over her nipples. “How many times.” He whispered.

“E-Every night,” she mewled.

He pulled back, eyebrows raised. “Every night?”

She giggled, “every. Single. Night.” He was so hard now, his dick was losing circulation in the confines of his jeans. He clawed at his belt buckle, unclasping it.

“No bra and those pretty little panties,” he groaned, “you’re killing me.”

He pulled his jeans down, not bothering to move them off his feet as he grabbed her and spun her around so her back was facing him.

Leaning down he traced the outline of her underwear with his thumb, “is that why you did this?” He asked, grabbing her ass cheek and making her lean back into him with another moan.

“Mhhmmm.” she panted again, arching her back as he slid his hands around her, dipping them under the little bow in the front, teasing her.

“do you know what that does to me?” he whispers, fingers inching towards her folds. She cried out at he finally swiped across her slit. She was shaking, hands up and behind her, looped around his neck, ass grinding into him and chest stinging against the cold air.

“You should’ve told me sooner,” he mumbles, drawing circles around her clit and kissing her neck, “all those nights alone, pretty girl. I would’ve kept you warm.”

Her legs were trembling as she replied, “what about you, Gareth? Did you think of me?”

He let out a low groan, pushing into her with one finger. “Every goddamn night.”

She was crying out now, pushing against his fingers and he savored it. “You know that picture of you from last summer?” He muttered, “the one where you’re laying in the sun in your swimsuit?”

She nodded, unable to form words.

“I keep it on the ceiling above my bed.” He groaned, humping her softly as he felt her orgasm coming. “So I can look at you when I jerk off. Those pretty lips, and those tits.” He moaned again, and she could feel his dick throbbing against her.

She crumbled, moaning loudly as she came on his fingers, still grasping at him.

“Such a good girl,” he growled, “so pretty.” He didn’t stop grinding into her as he pulled his fingers away, and reached for the waistband on his boxers.

“Let me do it.” She panted, turning to face him and grabbing the elastic. Her mouth watered as she pulled them down, freeing his thick cock.

“I wanna feel you.” He whined, grabbing for her. “Please, Y/N.”

She grabbed his hand and pulled him to the ground, gasping as he climbed on top of her, pulling her panties off and settling between her legs.

“This okay?” he whispered, lining himself up with her entrance. She rutted her hips up into him, pushing him in some of the way and he moaned, quickly pushing his cock deeper.

“Oh my god.” He panted, thrusting in until he bottomed out and slowly pulling out before he slammed in again. “You’re so wet, Jesus Christ.”

She was grinding into him, his balls slapping against her ass as he thrusted steadily. They both moaned loudly, he was sure the neighbors could hear it outside and he didn’t care. He just kept pounding into her, loving the way her walls squeezed against him, the way she was moaning his name.

“Come for me, baby.” He growled, quickening his pace. That was all she needed as she felt her orgasm explode around her, losing vision for a second at the intensity of his thrusts still pounding into her.

“I’m gonna -“ he whined, thrusts getting sloppy.

“Come inside me.” She moaned, locking her legs around his waist. “I- I’m on the pill, please, I wanna feel it. Please!” She was begging, moaning as he felt the knot building in his stomach.

With one last thrust, he came hard, painting her insides white, cock twitching.

“Oh my god.” She whimpered, walls clenching around him, mascara running even more. “Holy shit.”

He laughed, carefully pulling out once her shaking subsided.

“Hang on, let me get you something.” He pulled himself up, ripping off the rest of his pants as he grabbed a washcloth from the bathroom and ran it under warm water.

“Here you go, pretty girl.” He said gently as he wiped her off carefully, trailing kisses on her torso and thighs.

She sat up suddenly, surprising him. “Gareth,” she said shakily, eyes watering, “can we get pizza?”

He fell back laughing, “you scared me, Jesus Christ.”

She crawled over and snuggled into him, “sorry.” She giggled.

“I’ll make you a deal,” he whispered, “You be the Sid to my Nancy and you can have all the pizza your little heart desires.”

She smiled, “can we be gomez and morticia instead?”

His heart melted a little. “We can be anything you want, babygirl.”

#gareth emerson #gareth x reader #gareth the great #gwydion lashlee walton #stranger things

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disenchantedif · 3 years

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Either 27 (fluff) or 17 (general) for Cameron? Whichever you think fits best, sorry I couldn't choose lol.

"Are you blushing?" and "Are you jealous?" for Cameron.

Early relationship and M!Cameron. Also, AU where MC's university experience doesn't immediately go to shit.

This probably got way too long so I broke it up some, read the rest under the cut.

The university cafeteria is packed as always. You're certain it looks the same as most like it around the country except this one...well, one table is full of Nephilim lounging with their wings out and another has Basilisks partaking in a venom shooting competition.

Maybe it's a bit unique.

You're sat in the back corner with your laptop propped open, a document on magical politics open on one side of the screen. Your homework for Advanced Lightning Manipulation occupies the other side, though it's more doodles than any actual work so far.

You absentmindedly begin to pick at your sandwich when-

"Hells!" You jump, feeling a hand on your shoulder.

You twist around to see none other than Cameron with his hands up in surrender, smiling sheepishly. You also notice that all eyes are now on your previously secluded corner, and the whispers are already beginning.

They say kids are vicious, and you can attest to that better than anyone. Everybody always fails to mention that a shit ton of young adults crammed into a cafeteria can feel like facing down a pack of hyenas, though. They thrive on gossip, and what's juicier than a fling between the Chosen One and the Unchosen One?

Nothing. Nothing is the answer. Or it appears to be, at least, when every pair of eyes follow you both around every corner. You had just started to fade into obscurity, then Cameron had to come along and fuck it all up.

Again.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." He says, keeping his voice down and out of range of prying ears.

"I wasn't scared." You huff, pushing your plate away.

You had already lost your appetite.

"It's no good?" His nose scrunches sympathetically as he sits beside you, "If you want, we can go grab dinner-"

"I don't have any money." You interrupt him, "Besides, it's fine. I'll take it back to my dorm."

"It probably tastes like cardboard." He jokes, but you see the way his eyes dart around, making sure no one approaches.

"Maybe, but it's food." You shrug, "I need to finish this anyway."

You nod at your assignment and his eyes light up when he recognizes it, "For Professor Karlin's class, right? I'm in another section of it, and the assignment is super easy. I can help if you want?"

You almost snap, say no and tell him to get lost. It's your gut instinct when it comes to Cameron; just get him to leave you the hell alone. Except you don't really want that anymore.

Which is the absolute weirdest feeling ever, to want Cameron Fletcher around. Theo would be laughing his ass off at you right now, and you're sure Viktor would give you his patented disappointed eyebrows.

"If you want." You say instead, still stiff but slowly relaxing as people grow bored of your apparently normal conversation.

If they wanted to see you throw a glass of Sprite in Cameron's face, they're about six months too late.

He twiddles his thumbs for a bit as you work, occasionally piping up in assistance, but his nervous energy is overwhelming.

"Is there something you're wanting to talk about?" You say, pretending to be uninterested as you read the same question five times over to look busy.

"Oh." He startles, "Um. Yes, actually."

It's silent for a moment, so you continue to prompt him, "About?"

"Um, this weekend." He glances down at his hands, "A bunch of the freshmen are going to Inferno."

You know Inferno well. Every supernatural person with even a slight social life in New York knows Inferno well. It's the only club around town that's hidden from mortal eyes; you have to be supernatural to get in...and twenty-one.

"Most of them aren't even old enough." You say, "They get fakes?"

"Yeah. Apparently, Theo knows someone." His face sours as he says his name, "That's actually what I wanted to ask you about."

"What? Inferno?" You raise an eyebrow, "I'm not going, if that's what you're wondering."

He gets what you're saying without you having to actually say it. You might enjoy parties or clubbing, getting a fake ID, living it up with friends.

You'll never know, though.

Your presence is like a sedative to any social gathering you attend. Usually, things just end up awkward and you leave early to go home and cry in the shower. At worst, someone mentions your reputation that so often proceeds you and you have to beat off a panic attack with a stick.

"I know." He says quickly, "I'm not asking you to go. I was actually going to suggest a movie night."

"Movie night?" You say, more than a little shocked, "You're that nervous about suggesting a movie night?"

"No." He twists the edge of his shirt between his hands and you almost feel sorry for the cotton, "I was going to ask if anyone else asked you to go?"

You blink at him, incredulous for a moment, "Cam, who the hell would ever ask me out?"

He frowns momentarily, "Off-topic, but you're a catch."

"I'm a walking bad luck charm." You scoff, "The question remains."

"I overheard Theo and Penelope talking in Alchemy." He explains, "Apparently they were both going to ask you to go."

His face lights up like a stoplight, the dark flush hard to spot against his tan but certainly there.

"Are you blushing?" You ask, eyes wide, "Cameron-"

"I just wanted to know if they did ask you." He frowns.

"They know we're...a thing." You say, unable to call it dating, "They knew you were listening and wanted to fuck with you."

His mouth drops open slightly before he closes it, lips pursed. He doesn't say anything for a moment, leading you to draw your own conclusions.

"Hold on, are you jealous?" You question, "Why would you be jealous?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" He responds, catching you off guard, "Barely a year ago you couldn't tolerate me and everyone thought you and Theo were already dating."

"So?" You ask, "I never dated Theo. I've never wanted to date Theo. And, don't get me wrong, Penelope is gorgeous-"

"You're not helping."

"Like, drop-dead stunning-"

"Now you're just being an asshole."

"I would totally let her step on me kind of hot-"

Cameron groans and you finally take mercy on him.

"But she hasn't asked me either." You confirm, "As of now, I have movie plans with this annoying kid I used to go to school with."

He smiles hesitantly, "If they did ask you, would you rather go with one of them? I mean, I guess I'd understand."

Your brows furrow, studying the weight of the words before you respond, "If I wanted to be with someone else, I would. I want to be with you, though, so that's where I am."

He grins now, a full-on beam of sunshine glowing on his face, "I want to be with you, too."

"I hope so." You say, "I spent a lot of time convincing Viktor and Theo not to break your kneecaps. I'd hate to have that hard work go to waste."

He just sighs in response.

#disenchantedif #cameron fletcher #short story

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datfluffypillow · 2 years

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kinda a wacky lil post bUT I recently stumbled upon @chipper-smol ‘s Subway Falls Au where Bill possesses Ingo and…like….holy shit its so good?? I’ve been so into pokemon lately,making a bunch of poke-gijinkas again and even giving Reshi an au form where she’s a Reshiram gijinka(fun fact- thats how she originally came to exist! so i’ve come full circle lmao)

Long story short i HAD to draw bingo and I wanna do a full piece soon,,,but it got me thinking. What if Bill was able to possess one of the legendaries and basically become a god? That prompted the second doodle on flipnote, where hes got Au Reshi LOL That was more of my headcanon tho and not the au

sorry for the crazy rambling but its so so good and to anyone who still looks at my blog go check it out!!!

#subwayfallsau #reshi is goin thru alot of brainrot aus rn lmao #first pokemon au not gravity falls #its like shes not even a normal oc anymoe #anyways i rlly like this au omg its so cool bingo ftw #datfluffypillowoc

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elliethesuperfruitlover · 3 years

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Oh No! My Daytime Routine...it’s Broken.

A/N: Right so, I do be participating in the @sheehanksgiving Prompt thingy, and I chose the prompt “Simon: vampire” as a fan of the book series and show, I can only imagine Alberto Rosende’s version of Simon as a vampire, due to the fact that Robert’s portrayal of him didn’t show him changing into a vampire. (He turns into a vampire in the second book, which would’ve been the second movie, which didn’t happen.)

It should come across the same, even though the actors are different, their portrayals of Simon give me two wonderful options to work with, which is always great because I get to take the good parts and actually give Simon a supportive friend. (all shade to clary, sorry not sorry)

How I wrote this so I wouldn’t forget the prompt: do big brain shit and think of how the reader found out etc.

also also, I had no idea what everybody and their moms would also have simon stuff out lol.

Warnings: mention of blood, human to vampire pipeline, swearing

Tag List: @firstpersonnarrator, @magic-multicolored-miracle, @joz-stankovich, @super-unpredictable98, @badsext, @bisexualnathanyoung, @catsnathan , @the-freckled-luba , @maerenee930 , @forenschik

You’d known Simon for quite some time. Apart from Clary, you were the friend he’s had for the longest. You’ve had your run-ins with Clary here and there, mostly because of the whole “Suddenly I’m a Shadowhunter and can make runes,” thing. However, some of it was just pure curiosity. You didn’t meddle where you weren’t needed, but she’d let you into the Institute a few times (only when Jace and Alec were out) so you could see everything going on. Was this somewhat illegal? Yes. Did you fear for your life? Yes. However, was it completely worth it to learn about a whole new world, and write it all down to digest? Of course.

It’d been a few months since then, but you began to get suspicious of Simon’s behavior. You knew he was kidnapped by some shady folks (very nonspecific, thanks Clary) when he accompanied her at one of Magnus’ parties, but something just wasn’t adding up. You did your research, and some of the things he was doing started adding up, and making more sense....as much as vampires could make sense. So, you decided to go about it in a completely normal and not at all CSI-esque method.

You had told your near family about it, and a few others, and they took your suspicions with a grain of salt. Magnus, however, would absolutely have your head for this one....if he could ever get Simon’s name right that is. The one that was sticking from your last encounter with him resorted in “Soloman” and “Sulfur Oxide”....yeah that was not going to fly well. You had no choice but to confront Simon about it. Totally chill, and not at all alarming.....right. Right?!

“So Simon, I see that you’ve been smelling more and more like blood. As well as that, you only come out at night, and haven’t eaten literally anything I’ve given you.” you say, pulling down a projector screen. It had a picture of Dracula on it, and random pieces of algebraic text. In the corner, there was a small doodle of Simon with fangs.

“Okay, where are you going with this?” he mumbled, a look of confusion covering his face. He laid down on his bed, which had been moved to the furthest corner in his room. It was positioned that at no time during the day, the sun could shine on it.

“Dumbass, I’ve watched Twilight before, you’re a vampire. I’ve come to believe that when you were kidnapped by other people, and they just so happened to be vampires. You got bitten and they fed off of you, and here we are. Give or take a few months.” you said proudly, hands behind your back.

“Oh no, not at all. I have no idea what you’re talking about.” he denied, looking away.

“If you’re not, then you wouldn’t mind me drinking this, would you?” you ask, taking a thermos off of his desk, and opening the lid. The smell of blood coming from it, however, made the gag a lot less appealing.

“I. Okay fine, you caught me....Please don’t be mad.” he sighed, covering his eyes with his hands, one of them peaking out.

“Why would I be mad? I mean, for the record, I’m not, but I honestly don’t have any complaints. If anything, you should be mad at me for bringing my projector and shit over when I could’ve just told you at the door.” you said, a look of sympathy passing across your face. You moved to sit down on Simon’s bed, and faced him.

“I just didn’t know if I wanted to tell you. I thought you may want to leave me or something. So I holed up here and just.....ignored it. But of course, you cut me to the chase.” he replied, smiling at you.

He moved his head into your lap, and he focused on his game, giving you time to completely disassociate. I mean, yeah, you were completely fine with Simon being a vampire, but what did that mean for you? Sure, daytime activities with Simon would have to come to a complete standstill, but that doesn’t mean that there weren’t plenty of cool things you two could do at night. Plus, it means that you would be able to get stuff done longer in the night....risking sleep...and part of your sanity.

He was going to be worth it though....he needed to be.....he had to be. Or else a random bedpost may not just be needed for structural integrity.

“How in the FUCK did you end up with the one vampire whos name I can’t get right? There’s literally an entire clan of them IN NEW YORK ALONE and you choose Sarcophagus!”

“HIS NAME IS SIMON.”

“CLOSE ENOUGH!”

Magnus sat on his couch with his fingers massaging his temples, a glass in the opposite hand. You’d decided to finally tell him about the whole vampire situation.....yeah that was not a great idea.

“How was I supposed to know he was a vampire beforehand, huh? Last time I checked, he was basking in the sunlight, and the next thing I know, he sizzles like a fucking George Foreman grill if I open the door even an inch. And on top of that, I had to tell him about it myself. He thought I was gonna fucking leave him Magnus.” you replied, collapsing onto the opposite couch, face first into a pillow.

“I’m sure you’ll be fine. There’s lots of nighttime activities. On the immortal and mortal hand, however, it’s a lot more unfortunate. Look at me. I’m upwards of 700 years old. I’ve seen so many people dear to me come and go. I’ve seen them from the first time I’ve met them, so young and jubilant. Only to see them rot away, from incurable diseases, accidents, the most horrible of things. The amount of mangled bodies I’ve seen is immeasurable. Knowing that it will never end for me.” he pauses.

“That I’ll outlive almost everyone I come in contact with on a day to day basis tears me apart. I can have no children. Any amount of love I’ll ever experience will be numbered from the moment I see whoever it is. But I have to live with it. And he will too. There’s close to nothing either of you can do about it. So you need to be dead serious about him. You need to be willing to live with this man until your dying breath.” Magnus said, whispering near the end of his sentence.

“I pray that he’ll never see those things. At any point in his life. But I know that he may, and for that I give my utmost sympathy. Even then, the only person he’ll have left, if he lives an immortal life like I have, is me. Ironic, isn’t it.” he whispered, giving you a teary smile.

The two of you sat in silence for a moment, and the clock on the wall seemed to mock you, but being the exact thing that traps Magnus. It seemed to bother you, and knock your brain about before Chairman Meow came into the room, jumping on his owner, who smiled at the gesture.

“How do I make sure he’s who I want to spend my time with.” you ask, lifting your head from the pillow.

“You’ll know......it may take time. Hopefully not decades, as you don’t always have that amount of time to expend. But you’ll know. And he should to.” Magnus stated, sitting up, much to Chairman’s displeasure.

So.....eventually you would find out. And if you don’t there’s always plenty of time to think about everything again. Plus, if the shit did in fact hit the fan, Magnus would be there.....for all of time.

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#simon lewis x reader #simon lewis fluff #TMI fanfic #sheehanksgiving 2021

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kedreeva · 3 years

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For the writer asks game: 2, 17, 54

2. Favorite part of writing.

Being done with writing lol

But for real, if we mean the act of writing, I think my favorite part is world building, which is probably a surprise to no one that has read any of my longer stuff. There's just something about looking at a whole world and learning about it in my head. I tend to build as I write, as well, rather than up front (this saves me time! and it saves me from getting stuck on the idea that something must be one certain way and cannot change, if I need something different), so it's kind of unfolding for me as I write, too. Which is just so fun!

54. Any writing advice you want to share?

Finish stuff. One of the best ways to learn how to write a story is to actually write it, start to finish, the whole thing. Do it over and over and over.

Find others. While you have to be the one writing the words down on the page, you don't have to be alone. Find a writing community. Join some writing events. Even if you don't share the actual project you're most working on, it is SO HELPFUL to not feel alone in writing.

Make time. Honestly this goes for like... everything, but it's good for writing. Don't try to wait until you have "spare time" because there's no such thing. Schedule that bitch right into your day- "8-8:30pm is writing time." - and get your ass into a seat and open your document. "Find others" is a GREAT help for this; scheduling writing races with others can help you adhere to plans, and the pressure of writing with others and knowing others are going to see if you do anything or not can motivate MANY people to write when they might otherwise just... not. PLUS making time rather than waiting for time means you have a set END point to it, too. Having a set endpoint, even if you are writing alone, can be REALLY USEFUL because a) you limit the amount of time you spend staring at a blank document if it's not happening that night and b) procrastination brain LOVES a good end point to rush to do everything right before.

Everyone's always tryna write stuff that Matters and is Meaningful and all that jazz but honestly that's exhausting?? write some shit that doesn't matter sometimes. Take an askbox prompt or two and flush your system. do you think every piece of artwork an artist does is a masterpiece, that they never doodle in the margins or sketch some crap and toss it or leave it to languish in an old sketchbook because they just needed to make some lines do some stuff? why is writing any different? I know a "drabble" has a set definition (100 words exactly) but widely it's also become synonymous with short little things in general (probably because it calls to mind "doodle"), and honestly, I love that. drabble some words and throw them away. not everything's a masterpiece, nor should it be. you're allowed to just write some shit and toss it into a folder for no one to ever see. in fact, I encourage it whole heartedly.

honestly most of the writing advice I ever give people amounts to "just fucking do it instead of trying to figure out how to do it perfectly" because you can't edit or publish a blank page.

#my writing #asks #memes #I already answered 17

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clotpole-art · 3 years

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Retrospective: Illustrated Merlin Alphabet Challenge

Finally finished the Merlin Alphabet Challenge, so here's the artist notes no one asked for! See below the cut for comments on each piece by order of creation. Be warned folks, it's a long post.

Before we begin: credit to @merlin-gifs for the challenge, which can be found here. It's awesome, go do it.

First thing you should know is I did probably 80-90% of these while on phone calls or in Zoom meetings and that's reflected in the simplicity of most pieces -- the compositions aren't complicated, the lines aren't refined, the coloring is slapdash. If you noticed variation in quality of the pieces, that's why!

Second: I tried to focus on trying something new for each drawing. Didn't always happen, but this challenge did succeed in helping me push me out of my own comfort zone.

Without further ado...

A is for Arthur Pendragon

Textures, baby! Brushed metal of his armor, scratchy linen texture of his shirt, wispy softness of hair and skin. I'd recently gotten my tablet out of storage after a year of figuring out where the hell I was going to live and this was one of the first pieces of digital art I spent time on. Glad it was Arthur kicking us off!

B is for the Beginning of the End (1x08)

Fun fact, I did not draw this with my tablet. I drew it with my work computer's touchscreen. It was awful, would not recommend.

C is for Camelot

I wanted to get used to different brushes, so landscape of the castle it was! There are brushes that help with drawing grass; I did not use said brushes and my wrist hurt afterward. That being said, I really enjoyed working on this and it was one of the few pieces I didn't do while multitasking.

D is for Daegal

Also drawn on my work computer's touchscreen, not my tablet. I didn't learn my lesson from B and the experience was even worse. This is my least favorite piece which sucks because it's Daegal so I'm slated to redo this sometime in the near future. Gotta do our boy justice.

E is for Elyan

Oh, I adored drawing this. Elyan often gets shafted in terms of fandom appreciation so I made sure to choose Elyan for this prompt and to participate in the Elyan fest. Plus, I love a good ghost story and figuring out a way to include the druid spectre was fun. Didn't multitask on this piece because Elyan deserved my full attention.

F is for Freya

Ho boy. This piece. I have such mixed feelings on this drawing. Really really didn't like it after I'd decided it was done and very nearly scrapped the whole thing. I had a vision in my head that I just couldn't render into reality and it frustrated me SO MUCH. Looking back, I like it much better than I did when I first created it.

G is for Gwaine

What can I say, he's pretty when he's cold. I didn't stretch too much with this one -- it's my normal drawing style, I was just trying to find a brush that mimicked the softness of pencil.

H is for Hunith

Another one that didn't stray too far from my comfort zone. I was stupid sick and slammed at work, so a motherly Hunith manifested herself. I blame the bad brush choice on the cold medicine.

I is for Isolde

I woke up and chose violence! Tried to vary my figure drawing style a little in this piece but my brain resisted, resulting in... this. Not mad at it, but not happy with it either. Poor Isolde.

J is for Juggling

Ah, this lovely piece was drawn during a particularly vexing meeting at work. Fun fact, there's another version of this line art that's less about Merlin's stress and more about mine.

K is for Knights of Camelot

Continuing the theme of doodling through bad news and shit meetings. Like I said above, normally meeting doodles aren't complex because I'm concentrating on something else. This one was more involved because I didn't want to concentrate on the meeting. I have a few issues with this from a technical standpoint (perspective, my nemesis) but it's still one of my favorites. Tried some funky coloring technique, didn't hate it.

V is for Vibrant Colors

And here is where we said fuck the rules and started going out of alphabetical order! This one was really fun to do and I loved kicking off Albion Party with this as my first submission. The colors were a challenge (as I hoped they would be) and this is the first time I had to do some color tweaking midway though and after finishing the coloring process. Vibrant Arthur, my beloved. This started as a multitask doodle but took dedicated time to finish.

O is for Old Religion

The concept for this one was buzzing in my head for a bit before a quote-prompt solidified it. I adore the thought of more visible, tangible representations of Merlin as the son of the elements, of "magic itself" -- not just sun-gold eyes, but sea-water hair and sandstone-skin. A complement to the vibrant Arthur portrait.

S is for Sorcerers

When I said I wanted to challenge myself, I wasn't kidding. Ho boy, this was fun but frustrating. I wanted to completely illustrate a gif. So I did. Will I do something like this again? Maybe. A while from now.

M is for Morgause

See above -- same illustrated gif style so at least I was able to reuse some drawings. Poor Morgause ended up looking a little wretched here because I was mentally done with this when I was drawing her. Love the concept of tarot cards + Merlin but others are doing it so I won't continue this series.

Z is for Zzzz

This one was specifically done to test out some custom brushes I made in Krita to make abstract background drawing easier for me. I think they turned out well! Plus who doesn't love bb iridescent Aithusa.

L is for Leon, P is for Percival

Quick, minimal doodles of the boys! Mentally, I was going for a Brady's-style retro ensemble cast TV show credits feel. Not mad at it! Some boys look closer to their actors than others (I think my brain broke drawing Percy, my apologies to Tom Hopper).

T is for Tristan

It wasn't until after I posted this that I realized there was more than one Tristan in Merlin. Could have drawn Isolde's bf but I drew Ygraine's dumb jock undead brother instead. Had some fun with dark greys and blacks here regardless.

Q is for Queen Annis

Best royal in Albion, bar none. I tried a different coloring technique here and I kinda like it! may make it my go-to but we'll see. Old habits are hard to break. Also: our queen deserved more badass clothes.

X is for Arthur X Merlin

Oh, be still my shipper heart. Doodled and colored during a meeting. I had hoped to spend more time on it outside of multitasking but alas, work is a bitch. This one is slated for a rework sometime in the future; I adore the concept too much to let it go without creating another version of this that isn't an utter mess.

U is for Uther's Ward

And here's my attempt at forgoing line art. Not fun, do not like.

Y is for Young Warlock

Channeled some pain into this one. Those are the dead eyes of someone who had been told that he'd succeeded when his friend died. That the destiny he'd been expecting to carry on his shoulders into old age was done and dusted before he turned 30. Grief plus the existential dread of the aimless immortal. Oof. One of my favs.

N is for Nimueh, R is for Rising Sun, W is for Will

And we end on this sorry offering. I was away from home for a while without my tablet and I just got tired of waiting. So, pen doodles at the airport. This was a challenge in its own right because 1. pen only and 2. I wasn't able to pull Netflix up for a reference on the fly. Which is why Will's face is obscured and Nimueh looks.... not like Nimueh lol.

In summary: this was a goddamn joy to do. I finished 26 letter prompts in approximately 21 weeks, which exceeded my own unspoken goal of filling one letter per week. I found a good, happy corner of the Merlin fandom after a years-long hiatus away from being a fandom creator. If you did make it this far with me, thanks for reading my inane comments and giving this little project even a moment of your time -- I'm so grateful.

#merlinalphabetchallenge #clotpole art #long post #merlin fanart #merlin #bbc merlin #bbc merlin fanart

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