#I wanna print them all out and put them up next to my desk

[pushing500]

Hey! I just wanna say I binged the whole Mechanitor’s Message saga last night, I just forgot to like the posts as I was going through :P I love the Jones boys so much, I wanna draw Kwahu with his nice braid sometime <3

I'm so happy you liked the story, and I hope you'll stick around to see where things go!! ❤️❤️

If you do end up drawing anything, I'd love to see it if you're up to sharing! 😁

[bunny-jpeg]

tangled in me

lando norris

tags: smut/pwp, mafia/mob au, secretary!reader, mob boss!lando, workplace relationships, office sex, fingering, semi-clothed sex, dirty talk

you were losing focus. it was hard to properly focus on what your boss was saying. you could see the maps and the calculator on the desk. you could see everything, it was just that nothing was sinking in.

"we were thinking about putting this here. how does that sound? think we could make it work?" lando asked as his finger dragged across a section of the city.

he sounded so casual, so professional. as if you weren't falling apart over his desk, two fingers, knuckle deep, inside of you.

you took the job because the pay was well. you were desperate after you came to monaco to care for your ailing mother. you didn't understand why she couldn't have moved somewhere cheaper. but you weren't in a position to ask questions, and the opportunity for a well paying job was a relief on your back.

but it felt like you were tumbling. it was a secretary job for a company that worked primarily in the hotel industry. nothing too exciting. except until you found files and read emails, and overheard phone calls. then you realized that it was all a front. yes, the hotels made money. but lando norris was not an owner of a company. he was a mob boss, and you should have known from the tattoos and the scarring across what skin you had seen on him.

it also didn't help that you worked late on friday nights, not because your job was tough. but because you worked the night shift letting lando norris fuck you in his office. or in one of his expensive cars, or in one of his hotels. you were tangled up in him. maybe that was why when you found out about the company's secret, he didn't kill you.

an expensive watch, a pay raise and a few trips on his boat seemed to smooth that over. now at least he could be more open with you. have your face squished against the map of the city, his fingers pumping in and out of you.

your pencil skirt hiked up, nearly ripped and your panties around your ankles. panties he bought for you, told you it was part of the new uniform (you never had a uniform to begin with). he leaned over you, you could feel the hard-on in his slacks up against your behind. your wetness got the front of the expensive pants soaked.

"i have to go away soon." he said lowly, "a friend needs a little help. sadly, i can't bring you with me. shame. i bet oscar would have loved to see you." he chuckled as he worked his fingers quicker, "ever been to austrialia, baby? a long flight for you." he kissed your cheek roughly, "next time i'll bring you. you still need to use your vacation days."

you whimpered, things seemed to haze together. everything felt like it was running on high alert but nothing was piercing your mind. your heart rate was quick, your core was soaked. you were near drooling all over the paper work.

"careful, baby." he cooed, "don't wanna make a mess of my work. because if i make you print out another one. i'm going to fuck you over the printer, and then the photocopier. and then i'll give you rug burn down to your ankles when i fuck you on the floor soon after." your pussy clenched around his digits and he licked his lips.

"sir."

"fuck, always sound so sweet under me." he pulled his fingers out of you and licked them slowly, "taste just as sweet too." he was painfully erect in his slacks. he loved fingering you, but he needed a little release too.

he undid his belt and eyed your slick cunt. a think of beauty. and got his cock out. you were trembling so beautifully, it only aroused him further. he pressed up against you and sank his cock into you easily. you were ready for him, almost slipped out due to how wet you were. he leaned over you, pressed you further into the papers.

"sir." you gasped.

he held onto the desk under you and worked his hips against your ass. his cock fit perfectly. you were a virgin when you met, now you were perfectly accustomed to him. he fit well in you, months of training and working your perfect little pussy all paid off.

he felt bad that he was leaving you behind for so long, but he believed that you'd be so good for him. take care of his office, maybe he'll bring you home a present or two. or take you on vacation and have you not worry about work while he fucked you up against every surface on his yacht.

"perfect." he said.

he moved against you, his pace pushed you up and down his desk. he owned the office, the land on the map, the desk, you. he was worried that he'd have to dispose of you when you found out his little secret. but, when your bottom lip wobbled and you had tears in those beautiful eyes of yours. he couldn't hurt you, but he could train you. make sure you didn't tell the wrong people what he and his associates were up to.

he held onto the desk a little tighter, he worked himself against you. you sounded beautiful. even if you did scream there was no one around tonight. he wasn't going to hurt you that way, but as his thrusts grew more momentum. you'd be screaming a different way.

"look at you, baby. come into my office in those little pencil skirts and the panties i bought you. smelling like that nice body wash you know i like. maybe i should promote you." he said hotly in your ear, "keep you under my desk, between my legs. no more paper work or chasing me down for meetings. just, my fat cock in your mouth."

you shuddered, heat bloomed in your face as he continued to fuck you. it felt so dirty. he could get rid of you and no one would know, but instead he had you splayed out on his desk, his cock inside of you with heavy strokes. he laid his claim, even if he was more of a lover than an employee. you reached for some kind of leverage against the desk as he worked himself inside of you.

"sir."

"mmm, baby. just take it. i know you can. i promise we'll go away somewhere when i come back. i know, i know. dangerous world out there with me gone. but i trust you, baby." his strokes got heavier, he could almost feel the pleasure coursing through you. his tone was heavy, tinged with lust, "nothing hurts my little secretary. next time, i'll bring you. you'll sit in my lap if you have to."

you didn't know if you wanted to be part of his mob world. but, you didn't have much choice in the end. he had you ensnared, you were wrapped up in him. you should have ran ages ago. gone somewhere, talked to someone! but once you saw the budget for that month and saw how much the local police were getting.

even if you ran to them, they'd simply bring you back to lando. and with him in places like austrialia, no corner of the world was safe. you only found yourself accepting him, adoring him. being everything he needed compacted into a single person.

and deep down you knew you loved it. you whined against the desk, you felt the pleasure sear across your body. there was something to intense about it. it felt like playing with fire and you wanted to feel the burn. your thoughts were hazy, no use making major decisions while your boss was balls deep inside of you. one of the most dangerous men you ever met.

you felt yourself grow weak to the allure to orgasm, it crept up on you like a wash of warmth. you closed your eyes and let the feeling consume you. this was heaven, and you were in it with the devil. you held on tightly to the desk and came around his cock. you whimpered and it felt amazing.

lando only continued to fuck you, worked your sweet body up against his desk. against all his hard work. he liked that you took him so well, that it was like you two were pieces meant to be together. as he continued to fuck you through your climax he felt his own near as well.

"you feel perfect, mmm. love it all." he said, "going to miss it when i'm gone. but i'll always come back." he chuckled lowly in your ear, "that pussy just draws me in. can't keep me away forever." he continued his heavy thrusts and it was met with the sweetest moans from his angel of a secretary.

you did take care of all his needs.

with a few more heavy strokes of his hips. he finished inside of you, he didn't bother pulling out. he knew what you spent your health insurance on. while he figured that would be a problem in the future (that little white pill every day), tonight he didn't care. it was just permission for him to finish inside of you.

"fuck, sir." you whimpered.

"that's a good girl." he said, his voice like honey in your head. he then pulled out and rested back into his office chair. his limp cock slick with your wetness and his cum. you looked over your shoulder at him, your expression was blissed out and there was a little drool on the corner of your mouth.

he crooked a finger at you and had a lazy smile, "come clean me up. then i'm taking you home and we're calling the rest of the week off. now c'mon, be a good little employee and do your job."

and even in your blissed out state with your panties around your ankles, you happily did as your boss told you to. <3

a/n: *insert big thumbs up here*

[nininikki]

divorced-ish — n. kento

content warnings: ex-husband!nanami, delusional!nanami (he’s cute tho)

author’s note: sigh i need him

ex-husband!nanami who just couldn’t stay away from you if he tried

ex-husband!nanami who you’d originally separated from on account of his work seeming to hold more priority over you, and then your newborn daughter.

ex-husband!nanami who still keeps a photo of you and the baby on his desk at his job (which, ironically, was the thing that ultimately led to his marriage failing). when asked by his nosey secretary why he still kept the photo, he only responded, “it’s my family. why wouldn’t i?”

ex-husband!nanami who had yet to actually finalize the divorce. but really, it wasn’t his fault. he just hadn’t gotten around to sending the papers over (or having them printed up at all), what with all those crazy shifts at work. oh, well, it didn’t matter. he would do it at some point.

ex-husband!nanami who had left you virtually everything in the not-so-finalized-divorce. the four bedroom, four bathroom house, your diamond 6 carat engagement ring, your wedding china, the aston martin db9 he had gifted you for your birthday, the park avenue apartment, the country house in monaco—all of it.

ex-husband!nanami who you had never been able to turn down whenever he stayed over just a little later after dropping the baby back off with you. the two of you would sit on the couch and catch up over a glass of wine. then one glass turned to two, then two to three. and for a minute it would almost feel as if you were still married.

nanami never ended up leaving until the late hours of the night. by which point you began to wonder where he’d gotten all the free time he couldn’t seem to find when you were actually married.

ex-husband!nanami who internally scoffed whenever you mentioned going on a date with another man.

“do you think you could watch her on saturday? i’ve got a date i really don’t wanna miss.” you’d asked at the tail end of an already too long (thirty minute) phone call.

nanami breathed a recognizable, pensive sigh on the other end, chewing through what he’d earlier told you was tempura, but considering how long it was taking him to answer, it may as well have been your nerves.

“you know i will, but, uh,” you heard him swallow. “a date?”

although your ex-husband didn’t exactly sound like he was joking, you couldn’t help the giggle that vibrated through your body. glancing at the clock on your nightstand that read eight-thirty and the baby sleeping soundly in the crib next to your bed, you propped the house phone between your ear and shoulder. what was the harm in killing another thirty minutes?

“yes, kento, a date. his name is scott. he’s an art dealer. i think you’d like him.”

“does scott know you’re still married?”

“separated,” you corrected him. “and no, he doesn’t. do you tell every woman who asks you out that you’re married?”

nanami hesitated for a second before answering, “yes, i do.”

ex-husband!nanami who came to your house with flowers and a store bought pumpkin pie for thanksgiving. more than you’d like to admit, you liked having him around for the holidays. he was so good with the baby, and so attentive to everything else. cleaning up all the leftovers and stray baby toys as the night came to an end.

it was nearing ten o’clock when he had successfully put the baby to sleep, and then came down to help you tidy up the downstairs. “y’know you didn’t have to buy a pie, right?” you told him after you’d discovered it hidden amongst the array of leftover pots and aluminum pans. “i know it’s your favorite. i’d have made you some.”

nanami brought his task at hand (loading the dishwasher) to a stiff halt and joined you at the island countertop. “but hey,” you added, tearing the lid off the pie. “we could see if it’s as good as the real thing.”

your ex-husband, usually the most well-spoken man you knew, could only stiffly nod in your direction while you retrieved a pair of shiny silver forks, still in the drawer they’d always been in. “and i got some whipped cream if you want.” you added as you gave him a fork, now taken aback by his sudden lack of speech. seriously, he hadn’t spoken this little since the year leading up to your separation.

what you didn’t know was that nanami couldn’t speak if he wanted to. he needed this. the three of you hadn’t had a real holiday together since last halloween, and even that was admittedly very bleak. “i miss you,” nanami blurted.

and he did. he missed your desserts for every holiday—savory pumpkin pie for thanksgiving, sweet apple pie for christmas, strawberry eclairs for valentine’s day. he missed opening his eyes every morning to the sight of your face smushed into a pillow, or a bit of drool gathering at the corner of your mouth. he missed coming home from work to the sight of you and the baby sound asleep on the couch. he missed being your husband, and even more knowing you were his wife.

ex-husband!nanami who spent the night fucking his ex-wife into the couch as though they were still married. wrapping you in his strong arms, while murmuring promises of change and betterment. “i’ll never go to work again, swear,” he said, shuddering between deep thrusts. “please just take me back, baby.”

[hermuseros]

You wanna try it out? Caleb X You

Chapter One

Tumblr: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 AO3: Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Synopsis: Caleb is determined to be your first everything, and lucky for him you're not that hard to convince.

AN: Caleb being manipulative, only a little. First times, eventual smut. I'll link the next chapters on each post as I upload them.

The sheets are rough on your legs, military issue, and the small room is spare in a way that makes it very Caleb. There’s not much on his study desk, a half finished model and a framed picture of you both. The only object you’re not familiar with is a small lacquered box.

Perhaps that’s why it had caught your eye, so you’d flipped it open. It contains only three foil squares with the obscene text LARGE printed on each.

“You wanna try it out?”

You snap the box shut, his sudden return has startled you. He’s holding groceries and smelling of rain.

When two people are as intimate as you and Caleb, they can develop a language all of their own. A series of in jokes, references and gestures that are understood only by a native speaker.

His eyes are molten, and you both know you’ll say yes.

༺ 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ༻

The first time he spoke those words you were 18 and already running late for your first real date. The whole evening getting ready had been a disaster. Your hair dryer had decided today was the perfect day to finally die, your best dress had somehow been put in the washing machine and now your shaky hands were making a complete mess of your eyeliner.

Not to mention your stupid big brother was being a total ass.

Caleb’s not your big brother, not really, a fact that he has been uncharacteristically vocal about the past week. You know he isn’t pleased about your date tonight with “that jackass” as he put it. Like you even cared! He was just jealous you started dating before him, or annoyed that you finally managed to score a date behind his back.

“Getting late, pipsqueak.”

You glare up at him, slouching against your doorframe. There’s a glint in his eye you know precedes relentless teasing and you do not have any patience left for him tonight.

“Get out of my room, Caleb! GRAN!”

“Oh, Gran left a while ago.” He says, all smirk.

“What?! She was going to drive me to meet Brian!”

His grin broadens, “Oh don’t worry, I said I’d take you, I’ve got my license now so you can rely on me more y’know? Besides, I’d love to say hi to Brian.”

This is by far the worst news of the evening, the icing on the worlds worst cake. Of course Caleb was going to find a way to mess this up for you. You grip your lipgloss tight to suppress the urge to pelt it at him. He’s such a bossy, controlling asshole sometimes! Of course his rivalry with Brian was more important than your love life.

“Fine, but we have to go now!”

“Can’t wait to get to kissin, huh?”

He’s observing you, trying to gauge your reaction. He’s so immature sometimes.

“That’s none of your business Caleb.” you bite back.

He’s poked a nerve. You’ve never kissed before and you had decided that tonight was going to be the night. The thought fills you with anxiety, you can’t believe you hit 18 and you haven’t even been kissed yet. You’re convinced that your overprotective brothers long shadow is the reason you’ve been so unapproachable. With college looming it feels urgent that you take care of it as quickly as possible. Brian will have to do.

Calebs expression softens a little, but there’s a mask over his features that makes you nervous.

“Alright, sorry pips. Let’s get going I guess.”

He drives you to the theatre in silence while you’re frantically texting apologies to Brian, saying your brother has had to drive you and offering to pay for a later ticket. You keep refreshing the chat box, it’s been ten minutes with no response.

“You really like this guy, huh?” asks Caleb flatly. You glance up in surprise, but his eyes are fixed on the road. He’s never really had a kind word to say about any guy in your orbit.

“Oh… um. Well my friend put in a lot of effort to set this up. He seems nice…”

Caleb makes a non-committal noise, finger tapping on the steering wheel.

“I haven’t really… y’know… dated much before.”

“So, you just wanna try it out.”

Your phone finally pings and you eagerly open the chat box.

B: So sorry! I have work tmorrw :[ Rain check? :]

“Aaah no!” you say, dropping your phone and covering your face with your hands.

“What?” says Caleb, the car veering slightly.

“He cancelled! My first date and I ruined it! Oh my god!”

You can feel the hot tears building behind your eyes, and you’re infuriated to hear Calebs laugher.

“What’s the big deal!” he says, beaming “You didn’t even like the guy!”

When he see’s youre actually crying that shuts him right up.

“Oh, I’m sorry pips! Don’t cry, hey.”

Your face is still in your hands, but you hear the sound of the indicator as he gently pulls the car over and then the click of his seat belt. There’s a soft, familiar hand on your shoulder.

You curl in on yourself, you hate it when Caleb sees you cry. He always goes into ‘fix-it’ mode.

“A guy like Brian doesn’t deserve your first kiss anyway.” he says, rubbing circles between your shoulder blades.

“At least someone finally wanted to kiss me.” You mutter.

Caleb nods, his expression tight.

“Y’know I’ve seen him tryin’ to play the trombone. Drool everywhere. He’d be a lousy kisser.”

You laugh despite yourself, “ Gross, Caleb!”

“True story, it was sloppy when he was done with that thing.”

“Oh my god! You’ve always had it out for Brian!”

He hunches down in his seat, mirroring your body language.

“Who cares about kissin’ anyway. Chasin’ boys won’t get you into hunters college. That’s your dream, right?”

“It’s… it’s important to me.” You say, chest tight. Calebs never had an easy time seeing you grow up.

He sits up, silence, his leg bouncing. You wait for him to scold you, to tell you you’re still a kid, any number of predictable Caleb responses. He wipes his hands on his pants.

“Well…. we could always…you wanna try it out?”

It’s like all the air has been sucked out of the car. You’re parked on a small suburban street and the rain is beating down hard on the windshield so you must have misheard. You glace up and his eyes are bright.

“Try it out…”

“Yeah.’

“Try what out?”

“Kissing.”

You realise in a moment of horror that he’s totally serious. A loud click make you start and you realise he’s leaned in to unbuckle your seatbelt. Caleb bites his lip, so quick and minute you wouldn’t have noticed if he wasn’t so close. Your stomach flutters.

Sure, you could admit Caleb was an attractive guy, incredibly so. You’d checked him out (objective appreciation!) on several occasions, always happy to cling to the reality that you weren’t actually related by blood. But in your heart he was still Caleb. Caleb! Your overprotective, annoying, sweet big brother. Who you felt safe with, safer than anywhere else in the world.

“Like… practice?”

“Yeah, sure.” he responds, quickly, and you can see the rapid rise and fall of his chest. The car suddenly feels too hot.

“I’ve never…” you try to find the words, “I don’t know how…”

“I can show you.” He says.

Your chest tightens at that phrase, it’s something he’s said to you a million times. How many times had you said, ‘Caleb, how do I draw this? How do I open that’. ‘Here, I can show you,’ he’d always reply and then his patient strong hands would guide you through what you needed to know. Sometimes you’d even pretend not to know how to do something, just for the pleasure of watching him enjoy teaching you something new.

You feel lightheaded with what he’s offering. The rain outside the car picks back up again, a rising crescendo of noise.

“Alright.”

That’s all it takes for him to lean all the way of his seat, one hand on the door behind you and another fisting itself into your hair. He captures your lips with his, a little forceful at first, but he quickly readjusts his position, his hand moves to cup your cheek.

He lets out a shivery sigh like he was just punched in the chest, and after a whole week of his bad mood and stonewalling you thrill at the sound. You try kissing back and it feels nice, strange. Caleb lets out a choked sound.

You open your eyes a sliver to gauge his reaction. His eyes are screwed shut, his cheeks and ears flushed at there’s gentle beads of sweat forming at his temples. His hand trembles almost imperceptibly against your cheek.

Your tongues meet shyly, in unison and warmth spreads through your entire body. You’re kissing! Finally! You’re kissing Caleb? That seems... unwise.

You deepen the kiss, knowing that your better senses will return soon and the strangeness, the taboo of what you’re doing is rapidly creeping up on you. When his hand finds the edge of your skirt the spike of adrenaline snaps you back to reality.

“Haha! Wow! Okay!”

You push him back slightly, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand in a way that you hope makes you look like your heart isn’t racing, like Caleb did nothing more exciting than show you a cool trick.

He looks utterly dazed, panting slightly, his cheeks and lips pink from… from kissing… kissing you.

He squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head as if to free himself from the moment. His fingers come up to touch his own lips gently, then he clears his throat.

“So… y…yeah.” He stammers.

“Yeah… thanks!” you say, a little loudly.

“Uh, anytime.”

You drive home in silence, and when you get back home you thank him for the ride, he tells you no problem, and you both go to your rooms again. It’s completely surreal.

After he leaves for aviation school a week later you have that date with Brian, and the whole time you all you can think is wow, Caleb was right, this guy really does suck at kissing.

[kairiscorner]

my art teacher and last year bio teacher inspired me to do this (and ofc @binibinileonara did too, as always <333)

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

miguel o'hara x gn!reader (teacher au)

hunched over at his desk, busy checking and encircling items quickly with his red pen as his hazel brown eyes scanned the page for the answers written by the students in all kinds of handwriting. he sighed as he shook his head, the test he gave the students were probably way too hard... or these kids were always lying whenever he'd ask them if they understood what he was saying.

"what are these kids even putting on the blanks spaces? i'm surprised their brains are better teachers than me–coming up with their own answers..." he muttered under his breath as he kept encircling the answers on one whole page for this one student's paper. as he felt his eyes drooping from the fatigue he got from the amount of incorrect answers he had to correct, he also felt a light tap on his shoulder. he turned his head wearily to look at the one who tapped his shoulder, coming face to face with your beaming face. "oh, miguel, you okay?" you asked him with a gentle voice as miguel nodded, groaning slightly under his breath as he did; he was okay physically, but emotionally, he was incredibly dejected and disappointed by his students' performance in his tests.

"lemme guess, your students breezed through your quizzes again?" you asked him with a sympathetic grin as miguel nodded weakly again. "they can't even bring themselves to put out any effort for my sake. i spend countless hours being wide awake at 2 AM, triple checking my quizzes to make sure it's just right for them–not too easy that i'll get questioned by the admins if i'm taking my job seriously, but not too hard that they're plotting to give me a bad rating for the evaluation to get back at me. it's... so difficult." he said with a sigh as he shook his head, trying to shake the sleepiness from his all-nighters away. you placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, hoping that you could help him in any way–you and miguel were in different departments, with you being an elementary art teacher and him being a high school biology teacher.

it was much easier for you since the kids in your class were very fond of your bright, bubbly personality and your open-mindedness when it came to art; the kids assigned to you were also very obedient and would strive hard to impress you, to make you proud. meanwhile, miguel's class was harder to manage since he was dealing with hormonal teenagers that think they know everything they've doing. you pitied him so badly, the kids he was handling were seriously not gonna give him a break and at least make his job a bit easier by listening. "sorry, mig..." "it's fine, it's fine, i'll... test them again this week. that extra unscheduled quiz and printing costs will come out of my paycheck, sure, but i need to make sure they understand what i'm saying." he said with a sigh as you moved your chair closer to him.

you placed your hand over miguel's that was clutching the red pen and lightly gripped it. he looked up at you in response to your touch and widened his eyes at the fact you were touching him. "what?" he asked you with a quizzical look in his eyes, reflecting the bright, beaming shine in your own eyes. "if you ever need any help with these kids, ever need someone to listen to you, i'm here for you, miggy–from one teacher to another." you said with a sweet smile, which made miguel's face contort into one of surprise. his face heated up at your kind words, with him nodding hurriedly and facing away from you–his face growing ever more flustered as he dwelled on your words. "um... thank you, a lot." he said with a hushed, flustered voice.

"i know a few therapeutic art techniques, i'm gonna teach the students about that for the next few weeks–wanna try them with me?" you asked him, hoping he'd agree. surprisingly, your hopeful wish was heard and granted–miguel looked at you, and with a slight, bashful grin, he told you, "sure. i haven't done anything creative for... a good long while in my life. it might just help with the stress and migraines i've been getting lately. um, hit me up? if you're, y'know, gonna start. that is what they say nowadays, right? 'hit me up'?" he asked you awkwardly as your stifled laugh when he said those three words exploded into peals of laughter at him being confused about gen z jargon.

miguel chuckled slightly to himself at his little blunder, but his chuckle of embarrassment then became one of fluster as you offered to help him check the heaps of test papers he had piled up. miguel didn't know what he did to deserve such a sweet, caring friend like you–with more patience than he could ever muster in his whole lifetime. if you would have him, maybe... he could take you out sometime and help you forget about computing grades and checking papers for one night?

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @luvstarrstruck @melovetitties @arachnoia @ophanimgold @popeheywardssecretgf @meeom @simsrandomstuff @hisachuu @wreakingmarveloushavok

[naumin]

2024 retrospective and 2025 goals

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hi :)

i'm really happy with everything i achieved in 2024. it was my first year illustrating full time, meaning no school and no salaried job on the side (believe me i tried to get one) and i'm happy to report i did not die! fuck yes. i even illustrated for 7 (i think) art books, designed merch for 2 and organised my first collab fanbook.

from top left clockwise: michael deforge, anna haifisch, Michel Esselbrügge, CLAMP, saul bass, jon whitcomb, rene gruau, paul rand, molly fairhurst

at the beginning of 2024 i made this moodboard for influences i wanted to incorporate into my work more, they are pretty much the same faves ive had for years but i just wanted to have them in front of me and start deliberately choosing elements to ape.

i'd say i basically want to incorporate more 2D cartoon graphic elements combined with detailed, realistic, delicately rendered characters, more theatric background design and props... features like borders etc. the thing about a moodboard is unless you print it out and put it up by your desk it will sort of slide to the back of your mind which is what i think happened w mine LOL. cuz looking at this now im like well i didnt really hit all these ideas but i did inch closer.

the first pic here is sth i drew immediately after making the board and i like it but it does feel like a slightly clumsy attempt at mashing stuff together... i wouldn't say that it shows i dont understand whats appealing about the work i was referencing (even though thats how it looks), its more like the picture goes in an unexpected direction while making it LOL. but that's part of the fun. whereas in my mind the 2nd pic spiritually embodies the ideas of the ppl i'm trying to copy. even tho visually it's still a ways off. its probably my favourite thing i drew all year? :) though that's hard to say bcus i'm so pleased w so many other pieces especially those u can see on my summary pic!!!

i have a few more artists i wanna add to my board and then i will definitely print it this time so i can look at it every day instead of just twice a year LOL.

another thing im really pleased about is the number of comics i drew in 2024. i have this odd relationship with comics where i do draw them and have for years and im more or less decent at them but i act like drawing them mortally wounds me. like im so dramatic... i do partially believe the only way ill ever be able to complete a longform comic is through abusing stimulants but you know ill also never find out if i keep crawling off to die after inking a page. i see a lot of illustrators suffering when approaching comics from the illustration mindset of making beautiful pictures instead of the comics mindset of making finished pictures, but u know, im extremely slapdash as an illustrator and im also proud enough to believe im a guy that can do both, so its really time i act like it... basically just shut up and draw. i want to apply this especially to perspective drawing/panel backgrounds, which im, like, fine at. honestly fine at. i do think i trip myself up because i want to be the next dostoevsky or beyonce or whatever, i want to be great, but have to remember the most anyone can do is aspire to express something from your inner world. everything else is secondary.

one thing i learned the hard way is how hard it is to have work life balance when you work from your bedroom and 'monestise your hobby'... you know, the thing everyone has been warning each other about for years. turns out its real. its super confusing when so many elements of your work bleed into your social life, physical health, leisure time etc -- like i go online for fun, and also to promote myself. so wheres the distinction? i watch movies for entertainment but also for research... ive definitely felt like ive been working around the clock or my job has consumed my life at points. but i think being stricter with my work hours is the way forward. it truly is shaytan at the wheel when u answer an email at 3AM... no more of this!

and tied into this is being realistic about what i can achieve in a day and not feeling ashamed or that i need to do more... i get stuck in this silly loop that's like... 'i believe everyone should work 4 hours a day, but because other people are stuck working 40 hours a week i should also be making myself do that' and then i work myself into a flare up and wreck my work ethic and enjoyment. u can laugh... i know it doesnt make sense. well i wont do it any more. because i CANT... because i will DIE... some days i work 4 hours. some days i work 6. some days i work half an hour... it doesnt matter as long as stuff gets done.. and it does.

also want to talk about my chronic pain and hypermobility... after a year of lifting weights i am stunned to let u know ive actually improved. unfortunately i dont look anything like the rock and i still cant do a real push up but im stronger and have more stamina and suffer from way less zaps and aches and numbness, which was unthinkable before. i only really noticed after taking a trip and doing different activities (painting walls) that i can physically do a lot more than i usually do at home. but also my house is fucking cold so its hard to do anything for anyone. hoping for warmer days and big muscles to come.

some of my other art goals are to work more on paper whenever i can. i used to have a huge stack of newsprint on my drawing board underneath my ipad and id doodle and test ideas on that paper before drawing it digitally. i wanna do that again. many people find its easier to 'think' on paper and im the same. whenever i have an idea i wanna go 'what would this look like on paper?' and then find out.

i want to be thinking about composition and storytelling more in my illustrations, as in, think cinematic, movie posters, communicating big ideas. even if that idea is only as big as 'this blue looks great with this orange'... i want to make more stuff that looks like promotional material for my stories. of course behind every movie poster is 100,000 thumbnails and sketches and half-finished ideas. i want to remember that and not be hard on myself for drawing girl in profile #997.

i want to draw more autobio comics, just to be drawing more comics and also to look back on and know what i was doing that day. nothing fancy. a lot of people are doing that gentle comics habit this year and i fear my competitive nature may get me into it too.

i have more books i wanna create which ive talked about at length in my last diary entry and for now i think that's enough goals thank you very much. thank you for reading this far and for all your support. happy new year! love you x

[msoregano21]

Back to the Past Ch. 1

Author's note: Hi everyone! Thanks for your interest in my fanfic! Ever since Danny Phantom ended, I've always had this idea of what I would like to see for Season 4. I've developed it throughout the years, but it always just stayed in my head. When I shared my story with a few friends, they all told me to publish it on some sort of fanfiction-type website. And I finally did! And here it is! I sincerely hope you enjoy it :) If you do, please review, favorite, follow, and share!

This is a work of fanfiction using characters from the Danny Phantom world, which is owned by Nickelodeon and Viacom. I do not claim any ownership over anything except the storyline and the characters I created. Please do not copy.

Amity Park: 25 Years in the Future…

A digital clock hung upon the dull yellow wall of a math classroom. 2:59 pm.

Beneath it, twenty teenaged students crouched over their desks, furiously writing on printed sheets of paper.

A shorter girl, with long black hair gathered up into a high ponytail, scribbled on a sheet. She suddenly paused; furrowed her full, thin eyebrows; then flipped over her pencil to erase her work.

A teacher, with her dark brown hair in a bun and wearing round glasses, sat behind a table. She glanced at the clock.

"Alright, class. Time's up; pencils down."

The girl's hand trembled as she placed her pencil upon her desk.

"Bring your tests up to the front," the teacher said.

The students slowly rose from their seats and hesitantly formed a line. She made her way to the very back; her violet eyes reviewed her work from the past hour.

"Thank you, Michael…thank you, Celia…Tara? Tara?"

Tara looked up from the test in her hands. There was now just an empty space between her and her teacher.

"Oh, sorry," she said as she scrambled to the desk.

The teacher took the test from Tara's outstretched hand.

"Thank you, Tara. Are you okay?"

Tara rubbed the back of her neck. "Well, this test was definitely a lot harder than the last ones."

Her teacher smiled. "I think your peers can agree with you on that one. But I'm sure you did just fine. You've gotten all A's so far in this class."

"I guess. Thanks, Mrs. Dunham," Tara said with an unconvincing smile.

In the hallway, a Black girl with short, curly hair and turquoise eyes leaned up against the wall with her backpack by her feet. The door next to her slid open, and Tara stepped out.

"Finally! When I didn't see you come out, I asked one of your classmates where you were, and he said you were still in there! What happened?"

"Mrs. Dunham and I were just talking for a bit. Sorry to keep you waiting, Vanessa," Tara said.

Vanessa put her bag over her shoulder. "Okay, well, let's go!"

They walked out the front doors of Casper High; while the school building remained the same, the town it belonged to had changed quite dramatically. Small electric cars zoomed on the streets past the girls, while drones carrying small packages flew above their heads. As they walked further into the suburban part of Amity Park, they left the new, tall towers of the city behind them.

"Girl, I am so glad it's Friday. I've been waiting for this day since Monday," Vanessa said.

Tara laughed. "I'll say. I finally get to relax after stressing out over that test."

"You definitely need to relax. You've been studying all week long! I'm going to catch up on some of my TV shows tonight. Wanna come over?"

"Pass," Tara said with a chuckle. "You just said they're the TV shows you watch. I hate those shows. Plus, Mom said this morning she might order pizza for dinner tonight. And I'm not missing out on that."

They stopped in front of a one-floor house with a green front lawn and an electric car parked in the driveway.

"Okay then, but we'll still see each other tomorrow, right? Lunch at the Nasty Burger?" Vanessa said.

"For sure. See ya, Vanessa!"

"Bye, Tara!"

Tara followed the concrete path to her house as her best friend walked further into the suburbs.

She opened the door to an empty living room.

"Dad?" she said as she walked inside and closed the door behind her. "Daaaad?"

Quick little footsteps came from the staircase to her right.

"TARA!"

All of a sudden, Tara could feel something colliding into her leg. She looked down to see a younger girl in a black tutu grabbing onto her leg.

"Hi Tara! I got home before you!"

"Right, 'cause Dad could pick you up from school today. Hey, Megan, where's Dad?"

The small girl looked up at her sister with big, blue eyes. "He's in the basement. But I want you to play with me!"

Tara smiled and rubbed the long, onyx hair on her little sister's head.

"After I see Dad, okay?"

Megan pouted. "Fine."

Tara opened the door leading to the basement, only slightly illuminating the dark staircase.

"Dad?"

"Down here," a deeper voice called back.

Leaving the door open, she walked down the steps until she reached a room filled with half-built machines and desks with blueprints on them. She walked towards a grown man, bent over a machine with a wrench in his hand.

"Hi, Dad. How was your day?"

The man straightened and turned to her, sky-blue eyes meeting her amethyst ones.

"Long. Tiring," he said as he brushed his hands over his stained, white shirt and dusty jeans.

"What are you working on?" she said as she walked closer to him.

"Some invention your grandpa made. But you know how it is—he does half the job and then leaves the rest to me, complaining about his old age and aching back," he said with a chuckle. "It's supposed to be a time machine."

"Really? How does that help with his ghost hunting?" Tara said.

"It really doesn't. He just wants to be able to say he invented the world's first time machine. Check it out."

The time machine looked like a long rocket, with a pointed tip at the front. The man pressed a button on the side, and the bubble that surrounded the control panel retracted back. He pointed to the knobs.

"See, here's where you type in the day, that's where you type in the month, and that's where you type in the year, past or future. Then you press this button, push down this lever, and then it should take you there, in theory. Kind of cool, right?"

"No, Dad. We don't say 'cool' anymore. It's 'savvy.' Like, that time machine's pretty savvy."

He ran his hand through his black hair. "Well, old habits die hard. We said 'cool' a lot back then. But anyway, I already told Megan this, but don't mess with the time machine. I'm still not done with it, so it's really unpredictable. I mean, I've done a lot of work on it, but I don't think it's ready yet."

"For sure, Dad."

Suddenly, they could hear a door open and close.

"Mommy!"

"Hi, sweetie,” a soothing voice said.

"We’ll be up in a sec," he shouted back. "Come on, Tara. I bet your mom wants to order dinner now."

As he climbed up the stairs, Tara stood looking at the metallic contraption in front of her. She stared at it for a while inquisitively before joining her family upstairs.

~*~

Tara could not go to sleep. She just kept looking at her ceiling with her arms crossed behind her head.

After she couldn't take it any longer, she stepped off her bed onto the hardwood floor.

Tara tiptoed out, past the rooms of her sleeping sister and her lightly snoring parents, and down the basement stairs. When she reached the bottom floor, she fumbled her hand around the wall for the light switch. She flipped the switch, and the lights flickered on, one by one.

Tara walked towards the time machine. Her fingers skimmed across the machine as she walked to the control panel. She pressed the red button, and the bubble retracted.

Tara hopped into the machine and put on the suit crumpled inside. It was large for her slender, yet muscular frame; it seemed to be her father's size. As soon as she sat on the seat, the bubble engulfed her.

"Okay, so…today's Friday…she would probably have the test graded by Monday…I just need some peace of mind. I just want to see how I did on the test. It’s fine."

She switched the knobs and pressed the button.

"I hope this works…"

She pushed the lever.

~*~

Amity Park: Present Day…

Danny, Sam, and Tucker walked down the street towards Fenton Works. Danny and Sam walked hand-in-hand with Tucker beside them.

"Man, they shouldn't give their own mayor homework. I've got a ton of other responsibilities now!" Tucker said, lugging his backpack on his shoulder.

Danny chuckled. "You're telling me. Between sending Jazz off to Stanford, telling Mom and Dad about Danielle and letting her move in with us, press conferences about the Disasteroid, and still fighting ghosts, I haven't had any time for myself lately. I don't know where I'm going to find the time to study."

"Well, at least the school's going to give you extra time for tests and other assignments," Sam said. "You're a hero now; it's pretty much a full-time job."

"I have to thank Jazz for talking to the principal."

"You also need time to just be a teen," Tucker said. "Are we still doing movie night and pizza at your house, Sam?"

"Yup!"

"You guys aren't going to cuddle again, like when we went to the movies last time, right?"

"Can't guarantee that," Danny said.

"Aw, dang. It's been three months! Lighten up on the PDA!"

"No promises," Sam said.

All of a sudden, the floor shook under them, and they heard a crash behind them.

"What was that?" Tucker said.

"An earthquake?" Sam said.

Danny's ghost sense went off. "No, a ghost. But where?"

From an alley not too far away from them, the rocket collided into a dumpster, smashing both into large pieces. The control panel was still intact, however, and Tara was able to retract the screen.

"Where…am I?" she said as she climbed out.

She looked back at the wreckage. "Oh man, Dad's going to kill me!"

"My ghost sense is getting stronger over here," a voice nearby shouted.

"Ghost sense?" Tara said.

Then, three shocked teenagers stood at the entrance of the alley.

"Whoa…" Tucker said, mouth agape.

"What happened here? Who are you?" Sam demanded.

Tara's mouth fell open. "Oh, no…what year is it?"

"Year?" Sam said.

Tara ran past the teens, pushing them out of her way, and stood at the sidewalk. She spun in a slow circle, taking in her environment. Gas cars. Drone-free sky. Lack of skyscrapers.

"No, this isn't possible…How could it have taken me here? How am I going to get home now?"

"Just tell us who you are. Maybe we can help you," Danny pleaded.

Tara turned towards Danny.

"Dad…" she said before collapsing.

[call-mi-jinx]

Endless Love (Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw) - Chapter 2

summary - Y/N Y/L/N and Bradley Bradshaw have had a rivalry ever since they both attended the same academy. Every chance they took, they always tried to one up each other. One day, Bradley takes the rivalry too far and Y/N ends up in the hospital with serious injuries. Will it make Y/N want to get him back twice as worse? Or will it make her realise that this rivalry between them is childish?

warnings - swearing, enemies to lovers, mention of serious injury, traumatic episodes, reader traumatised from what happened, smut, slowburn, seizures, flashbacks

Main Masterlist Bradley ”Rooster” Bradshaw Masterlist Series Masterlist

a/n: hey girliessssss, this is going to be hard to read for some people after this chapter as it talks about trauma and things like that, as well as the single seizure in this chapter

It was our first official day at Top Gun, everyone was sat down waiting to get briefed. My table was in front of Phoenix and Bob's table so I turned around to talk to them.

"Who do you think our trainer guy is gonna be?" Bob asked, his gaze switching from me to Phoenix over and over again.

"Let's not hope it's some douchebag. Otherwise me and them are going to have a problem." Our attention is then taken by Cyclone, who is standing at the podium with papers in his hand.

"Attention ladies and gentlemen. Your trainer is someone with the highest skill, he has beaten limits no one else has had the guts to." We hear the doors open but keep our attention on Cyclone. "May I introduce Captain Pete "Maverick" Mitchell." Maverick then stands beside Cyclone, next to the podium.

Me and Maverick make eye contact, while his eyes widen in shock, mine have pure anger in them. What the fuck is this prick doing here? I ask myself as I grip the sides of the desk.

Bradshaw then turns his head to me as he sees that me and Maverick know each other.

"Hey, Y/L/N, why are you looking at Maverick like you wanna kill him?" There is a chuckle in his voice, which makes me even angrier.

I turn to Bradshaw, the anger in my eyes changing to rage. "None of your fucking business Bradshaw." I then turn my head again and face the wall in front of me. I couldn't look at Maverick, Bradshaw or anyone for this matter so it's best if I stare at the wall.

"Now, all of you here are clearly the best of the best. I want you to prove that. We're going to be training for a mission that is highly dangerous, so we're going to put you in dangerous situations and see how you get out of them." Maverick started to say but I zoned out after hearing his voice for too long.

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I was in the locker room, getting into my flight suit for our first training session. I was still very angry. Why the fuck did Maverick have to be our trainer?

"Hey, Y/N, you okay? You were practically killing Maverick with your eyes earlier." Phoenix taps my shoulder as she gets into her flight suit too.

"Just something that happened in the past, doesn't really matter." I turn my head away from Phoenix and finish putting my flight suit on. I grab my helmet from my locker that has "Vandal" printed onto it.

I was the first out there, waiting for everyone else to come outside.

Since Maverick was also outside he thought it'd be a great idea to strike up a conversation.

"Listen, Y/N/N... I didn't mean to-" I immediately interrupt him, rage now coming back into my expression and voice.

"You do not get to call me that anymore! Not after what you fucking did." I half shouted, half spoke normally as to not get anyone's attention.

"Okay... Okay... I... I just want to say I'm sorry..." His expression had remorse all over his face.

"Fuck you. Don't think that an apology can fix what you fucking did." I kissed my teeth as I looked away from him, my grip on my helmet tightening.

The rest of the group came walking in and could sense the tension in the air, none of them spoke.

"Guess one of them left without leaving a note the other night." Hangman spoke up, which caused a few to chuckle but it made my anger increase.

"But you would obviously know that since you get left a note every time you fuck a girl." I speak up, making everyone, except Hangman, Bradshaw and Maverick, burst out in laughter.

"Alright! That's enough!" Maverick spoke up and neatened up the papers he had in his hand on the podium. "We will be starting off strong with today's training session! I'll split you into two groups. Vandal, Rooster. You will both be captains of these teams." Maverick put everyone into either mine or Rooster's team.

When I began to head to my jet, Bradshaw caught up with me.

"Hey Vandal, get ready to be second best as per usual!" But before I could even retort with something, he jogged to his jet in front of me.

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We've been in the sky for about 2 hours. The objective was to take down as many jets on the opposing team before the time runs out. We have around 30 minutes left. I'm the only person on my team left, however, Rooster and Coyote are the last 2 standing on their team.

It wasn't hard to "shoot" Coyote down so now it was just me and Rooster left. I was not going to let him shoot me down. We were flying beside each other for about 10 minutes to see who would let themselves get shot down first, neither of us backed down.

Somehow we managed to get into a Pugachev's Cobra. Maverick immediately told us that one of us should pull out as soon as possible. Neither one of us did. We were getting closer and closer to the ground, breaking the Hard Deck. Then suddenly, Rooster's jet launches a small missile which hits my jet, sending me to the ground. I pressed everyone button possible, then I pressed the eject button. My chair ejected before the cockpit could open fully so I clipped my head on the edge of the glass, which at the speed that i was ejected out of knocked me unconscious.

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I was in a hospital bed. I hadn't woke up yet but I could hear things. People talking. The beeping of machines. Doctors talking. But the one thing that stood out to me was the voices of Bradshaw and Maverick. Both of them were apologising.

"I'm really sorry Y/N, it was an accident, I didn't mean to press that fucking button!" Bradshaw whisper-shouted as I heard him place flowers at the side of the bed. Then there was Maverick.

"Oh Y/N/N..." I told him not to use that name. "I'm so sorry... for what I did... for how I did it... and for leaving you, even when I said I wouldn't..." Maverick sounded like he was crying.

That was when it happened, I had had a seizure. From what I heard I was having a seizure, I felt completely fine. But that's the thing, I wasn't fine for long. I lost complete consciousness, no voices, no sounds, pure darkness. Great.

[himbopunk]

quick rundown of different ways i've made patches

for @pescabianca cuz they asked lol

gonna start by saying i'm far from an expert on any of this, especially proper screenprinting and blockprinting. i'm just some guy that's been winging it for the past 3 years and it's just kind of what i do now? idk. here's the methods i've used for making patches

method 1: stencil and fabric paint

in which you're making a stencil and painting by hand. first time i made patches i hand carved out the letters on some cricut vinyl (i didn't have a cricut i just used a craft knife and taped it to my desk), put it down on top of a piece of fabric and sponged on some fabric paint. you can also use cardboard or cardstock you tape down for the stencil and tape down, whatever you got, i just find the vinyl was the easiest to make it not bleed as much. pretty simple, pretty accessible. the vinyl option is more for a single patch, smth like a cardboard stencil is better for multiple. make sure to use an iron to set in your paint once it dries

method 2: diy screen with mod podge

you can make a simple screenprint with mod podge, some kinda mesh fabric and an embroidery hoop. take voile or chiffon, pull the fabric taut on the embroidery hoop, and sketch on your design with a pencil (be careful as to not rip the mesh). remember that the flattest part goes down on your fabric, so make sure youre drawing inside the hoop.

paint on the mod podge in the negative space of your design, let dry. you can at this point use screen printing ink or continue with fabric paint, i think this was the time where i first bought screen ink. put your screen flat onto your fabric, some ink/paint at the top of the screen, then use an old gift card or id as a squeegee to do the actual printing part, dragging it down in a scraping motion. pull away and leave the patch to dry. you probably wanna iron it to set in the ink once you're done.

this is good esp if youre printing a bunch at once but doesnt wash very well so it can be kinda one and done sometimes? i used fabric mod podge so it lasted like 2 gos before getting all gross. but if you already have this kinda stuff laying around for other crafts, its pretty simple and introduces you to screeprinting somewhat without spending too much money

inspo/instruction link

method 3: screenprinting

getting/making an actual screen, you can just buy them online tbh, though it's not too hard to diy imo, especially if you're good with wood (haha) at all. i'm not, the way i diy'd it initially was finding some cheap wood picture frames from the dollar store or smth, pulling the screen mesh taut with a big embroidery hoop cuz i didn't have clamps and such, and using the staple gun to staple them onto the frame. it works just as well tbh, but i don't know how much i can speak on the longevity of dollar store frames or how well i attached the screen mesh, those are kinda skills in of themselves you gotta hone which is why this is all so much more involved

speaking of which, the next part is emulsion. i use jacquard emulsion fluid because it's cheap and i'm used to it. speedball is fine but i bought a bulk bottle once that was expired and i've never forgiven them for it. emulsion is a fluid thats mixed with a photosensitive fluid that causes it to cure and harden in uv light. you spread that across your screen, leave it in a dry, dark place to dry overnight (i used to use the bottom shelf of a bookshelf with a curtain over it, then the top drawer of a dresser. you can put it in your closet or something, depends on the space you have.) keep it in that dark place until you're ready to use it, otherwise you risk hardening it by accident.

once you've got a screen prepped, you want to have a transparency of your image in all black so light can get in everywhere but your design, and then expose it either to the sun or a lighting set up that you've bought/made. once you've cured it, you can then remove your transparency and you should be able to rinse out the emulsion fluid that was under it, leaving you with a screen to use!

for lighting setup, i use a flood lamp type thing that speedball sells that i bought years ago off of blick, i think? since the places i've lived have very specific times of day where you get direct sun to reliably use, at a certain point getting the lamp became worth it. depending on what you're using both in terms of your emulsion fluid and light source, the curing time can be very different, but this method allows for fine detail that can be difficult to attain by hand. stuff like screentones to create gradients, and the ability to make several screens for different color layers. it can be tricky to do sometimes but the ease of making more complex designs and having longer lasting screens can be worth it

also at this point you definitely want to be using actual screen printing ink, probably. you can buy a squeegee, i often still just use old credit cards and such, especially with my smaller designs, so it's up to you on that end. make sure you're using fabric ink, not acrylic ink, for your patches. just in general be aware of what type of ink you're getting, i use water-based inks that rinse out the screen easy with a spray bottle of water and some paper towels (you can also just rinse em in the sink but mine is too shallow lol).

i'll link to some tutorials i used when starting out, cuz this stuff is a lot easier with a visual aide and i don't think i explained it very well skdjf

youtube tutorial // tutorrial 2 // tutorial 3 // screens i used to get // emulsion fluid i use

method 3.5: screen filler

if you liked method 2, you can use the screen filler method to make screens, i've never done it but i understand it's similar in that you are basically panting on the negative space or something? again, i've never done it, i've just used emulsion after moving on from the mod podge method.

method 4: blockprinting

block printing is pretty straightforward, imo. basically you take a block of rubber or linoleum (or wood but i've. never done wood printing but it's fairly similar in basic method afaik) and trace or draw a design onto it. you then carve out the negative space of your design, leaving an impression of only the part you want to print. you then take a brayer/roller, roll it in ink until it's covered and then roll the ink out onto the raised part of the block that remains once you've carved it. take your fabric and press it flat onto the inked block, using something smooth like the back of a spoon to press it down and make sure your ink gets in there. i usually always make at least one more patch than i need with this method, since the first print often tends to be a bit rough/light and it improves over time. like your first pancake bein the worst one i guess. when you're done, you can wash the blocks with soap and water, maybe using an old toothbrush to get in all those crevices. but that's it, it's intense on focus, time, and physical effort, but pretty straightforward

note that when you blockprint something, the image will be reversed, so if you're drawing directly onto one keep this in mind. what i usually like to do is take some paper and put it over my original sketch, draw over it with a soft charcoal, then press it down onto the block to transfer the image. that way it makes sure your image is flipped, and it's a hell of a lot easier than any of the weird printer methods i've seen.

btw you can get a plate for rolling ink onto but i'll be honest? for about a year or two i just used like panes of glass i had from the picture frames i used for screens or i'd tape a piece of plastic or transparency down onto the table/desk. it's like, slightly easier now that i have an inking plate, but only just because it's a bit less waste, but it doesn't change much, imo. i even sometimes prefer using a gel printing plate, which is not really supposed to be used the way i'm using it! honestly, as long as your surface is flat and smooth it seems to be fine.

theoretically you don't even really need to use block printing ink, but i'd always struggled using other stuff? idk. if you're making patches, id suggest getting some fabric blockprinting ink. it'll take a day to dry, a bit longer than screenprinting ink, but it'd very sturdy. you can iron it to help secure it like the other stuff, but if you let it dry a couple days you might not even have to.

youtube tutorial/inspo // carving tools i use // some rubber blocks to start with // rubber brayers for rolling ink

note: if you can find any art supply exchanges, they're great for getting supplies for the latter methods on a budget. in chicago, there's a like, art supply thrift store of sorts called the waste shed where i got most of my early blockprinting supplies for pretty cheap, and if i didn't have those, i probably wouldn't have started making blockprints when i did.

note 2: this is all for printing on fabric, but you can also get acrylic screen printing ink or block printing ink for making prints on paper if you want!!

[chelseeebe]

right away, mr. harrington.

summary: an illicit affair with your boss steve harrington can only end one way, heartbreak. c/w: so steve is like 39 in this and reader is around 24, i didn't wanna write r any younger but also think this age gap is still a bit dodge. there's also rough sex and like he's a bit of an asshole honestly. modern! au. also i guess plussize!reader but it's like a sentence of description so i don't wanna tag it as that. so i actually LOVED writing this like a lot so i hope you enjoy <3

‘no, i really am going to end it this time, tomorrow in fact,’ you take a sip from the wine glass, looking up at your roommate.

‘do what you want darling, i know if a man like that was interested in me, i’d do the same damn thing,’ emma snorts, unscrewing the wine lid and filling both of your glasses.

‘i know, but i feel bad.. nancy is a lovely woman, it’s not fair,’ you respond. the thing is, at first it was just mindless, admittedly amazing, sex but the more time you’d spent with him, the more you’d begun actually having feelings for him.

it hurt more because nancy really was a nice person, she’d always bake little treats for the office, bringing them in with a smile. and she was always polite to you, complimenting your new shoes and your nice new skirt that steve had actually bought you.

it was strange really, because you and nancy couldn’t have been more different. you were more.. round. you had thick thighs, wide hips and carried a lil’ bit of extra weight around your stomach. whereas she was petite and slender. you were loud mouthed and cocky, whilst she seemed much more reserved and honestly a little shy.

‘she probably knows, don’t all big bosses fuck their assistants?’ she chortles.

‘i’m not his assistant, i’m in admin,’ you sarcastically quip back. realistically you were a glorified receptionist, but telling people that you worked in admin for the harrington law firm made you look miles better.

‘of course, pardon me for the mistake,’ she raises her eyebrow.

you hadn’t meant to start an affair with steve, really. you’d stayed late at the office one night, trying to finish the monthly report before monday, steve was in his office tapping away at his computer, quite frankly you hadn’t even noticed.

you were swearing under your breath trying to get the photocopier to cooperate when he swings his office door open, ‘giving ya’ trouble?’

‘shit!’ you clutch your chest, realising who you’d just sworn at, ‘oh my god, sorry! i didn’t realise you were still here!’

he chuckles moving to stand next to you, he clicks one of the buttons and it clunks and starts printing.

‘easy, the trick is to not get angry at it and it’ll listen,’ he smiles down at you. you notice how he’d loosened his tie, his hair messy from running his hands through it.

‘ahh, should’ve known.. thank you,’ you grin back, you rarely saw your boss, he was far too busy to socialise with his workers.

‘uhh..’ he sighs, slapping his forehead sarcastically, ‘forgive me, what was your name?’

you giggle, ‘y/n, i’m in admin,’ gosh you’d never noticed just how attractive mr. harrington really was.

‘right right, i remember now.. how come you’re still here?’ his arm brushes against yours making your whole body shiver.

‘i had to get this stupid report done before monday, thought i’d better stay.’

‘hard worker.. i like it, is it finished?’

‘it is now, thanks to you,’ you grin, collecting the papers from the machine.

‘come and join me for a drink in my office, celebrate your hard work?’ he touches your arm briefly.

‘ahh i shouldn’t.. i still need to staple them and-,’

‘i have a stapler in my office,’ raising his eyebrows.

‘okay..’ you concede, following him into his office.

he’d only had some very expensive whisky but you put up with the burn and sat and drank it with him for hours.

and then somehow you’re on the edge of his desk, legs wrapped around his waist as he pounds into you, hands gripping onto the fat of your hips.

you limped out of the office, arriving home in the early hours of the morning, much later than you’d intended.

from that night on, you and steve had started the affair. it began with late nights in his office, slowly moving to secret meetings at hotels and then now, staying at his house when nancy was away communicating through the second phone he’d bought especially for you.

the day after the not so helpful conversation with emma, you strut into the office, prepared to end things once and for all.

you were wearing the tiny black skirt he’d bought for you, perhaps subconsciously, knowing that he’d be salivating as soon as you walked into his office.

it’s nearly the end of the day before you get the guts to walk in there, lightly wrapping your knuckles on his door.

there’s an exaggerated gag from behind you, you spin to see one of the guys from accounts jerking his hand in a mock blowjob. you roll your eyes, it wasn’t a secret that people in the office were speculating about you. noticing the trips to his office and how you’d both mysteriously appeared from the bathroom at the christmas party, hair messed up and a trace of red lipstick on his collar.

it was all the more annoying because steve actually wasn’t doing anything for you at work. you’d explicitly told him to keep it all seperate. you didn’t want promotions handed to you. any and everything you’d earned was all you.

‘come in,’ he calls and you oblige, shutting the door firmly behind you.

he snaps the lid of his laptop shut, looking up at you and then down to the short skirt, his signature smirk creeping to his face.

‘it’s you,’ he breathes, pushing his chair back from his desk and standing.

‘what’re you hiding? don’t tell me you’re having an affair?’ you feign shock, walking over to his desk. you hated the effect he had on you, before you’d come in here you were so ready to shut him down and now you were crumbling at the sight of him.

‘ahh, you caught me,’ he holds his hands up as you walk over to him.

‘well i hope she’s not prettier than me,’ you pout, his hands resting on your waist, pulling you into him.

‘that’d be a tough one,’ he smirks.

you bite your lip, your cheeks flushing with heat at his words, ‘really, what are you hiding?’

‘well.. it was supposed to be a surprise buut since you’re here…’ he pulls away, lifting the laptop screen to show the conformation screen for a very, very fancy hotel.

you lean in to look at the screen, ‘what..? what’s that for?’

‘for this weekend, nancy’s away at some conference until monday so i’m all yours,’ he turns to you, smiling.

‘oh.. okay,’ you try not to sound unappreciative but he had just knocked your plans right off course. this wasn’t helping you in trying to convince yourself you weren’t hopelessly in love with your married boss.

‘oh.. not a good idea then,’ he sits back on the chair, a slight frown on his face.

‘no.. no, it’s great, i just didn’t expect it at all,’ you wrap your arms around his neck, perching on his lap.

how could you ever end things with him? he’s the first man to ever think about you so deeply and sincerely. even if it was only when nancy was away.

‘really? you didn’t seem too happy..’ his arms wrap around your waist, the frown still apparent on his face.

‘i am, really steve, thank you,’ planting a small kiss to his nose before you press your forehead to his.

he finally smiles, ‘you deserve it.. we’re going tonight, i’ll pick you up at seven, pack for the whole weekend we’re back sunday night.’

‘okay, exciting.. are we-,’ you’re cut off by a knock at his door, jumping up from his lap and practically sprinting to the other side of the desk.

he clears his throat, spinning to sit correctly at his desk, ‘come in.’

carol, his very lovely but elderly assistant walks into the room. you were sure he’d only hired her to keep nancy off his trail.

‘i’ll get on that right away mr. harrington,’ you smile at him and use the interruption to slip out of the room.

you sit back at your desk, a collection of eager eyes on you.

you pull out your phone to text emma,

‘i’ll be back sometime sunday lol’

she pings back almost immediately,

‘didn’t go well then?’

‘of course not’

‘i think i’m actually in love with him em.. this is not good’

you place your phone back on your desk, attempting to get back to work.

-

the hotel room is huge.

decked head to toe with candles and bouquets of flowers.

‘oh my god,’ you drop your bag onto the velvet chair, taking in the magnificent room.

‘your favourites,’ he nods over to the vases full of sunflowers adorning the sides.

‘oh, thank you.. thank you,’ you snake your arms around his neck, kissing his lips.

he walks you backwards towards the bed, your knees buckling as they hit the edge and you fall back onto the soft mattress, his body now on top of yours.

his hands wander down to your thighs, creeping up your skirt.

you take his bottom lip between your teeth as his thumb begins to circle your clit above your underwear.

quickly letting go as he presses harder, causing you to moan into his mouth. his fingers hook onto the lacy hem of your panties, yanking them down to your thighs.

‘mmm, i love these ones,’ he looks down between your bodies, his thumb returning to its previous position, circling faster.

‘fuck steve,’ your eyes squeeze shut at the feeling of his fingers sliding into you.

‘so wet for me already, baby,’ he growls, nipping at your neck.

you moan in response, tugging at his blazer hinting for him to remove it.

your stomach tightens, his fingers dangerously close to sending you over the edge. he can tell as the grip on his arm tightens, your chest heaving up and down.

‘yeah? you gonna cum for me baby,’ he groans, eyes firmly on you as you cry out at your orgasm. legs shaking as steve removes his fingers, smirking down at you.

he was, genuinely, the first man to care about making you cum before he did. not only that, but he was so good at it. he was proud of the fact that he could have you writhing underneath him in five minutes.

‘jesus,’ you pant, looking up at him.

‘not sure he was responsible for that one, darling,’ he retorts, going to stand from the bed.

you grab his hand, taking the two fingers that had just been inside of you and wrapping your lips around them, looking at him through your eyelashes.

he inhales sharply, ‘you drive me crazy..’ his thumb strokes your cheek, before sliding his fingers out, a low moan rumbling from his throat.

‘c’mon.. what about you, mr. harrington? i wanna make you feel good,’ you mew, lightly placing your foot on his crotch and sliding it down ever so slowly.

you can hear his breath hitch in his throat, ‘we have dinner in an hour..’

‘i’ll be quick.. promise,’ you flip onto your knees, crawling to the edge of the bed. unbuckling his belt and sliding his tailored pants down. he shrugs his blazer off, now stood in his tight, white button-up shirt. it fit perfectly, highlighting his defined biceps.

‘so hard for me already?’ you run your hand over his bulge, mocking his words from earlier.

‘baby please, i’m begging you..’ he pants, his hand running through his hair.

‘hmmm, i like the sound of that,’ you tug his boxer shorts down, his erection springing up, tip already leaking pre-cum.

the size of him still genuinely shocked you. the first few times you fucked, you had to get accustomed to his length, unsure if it was going to tear you in two.

you spit into your hand and take his cock into your grasp, pumping your hand up and down. his knees almost giving way as you fasten the pace.

‘fucking hell,’ he grunts, his long fingers curling into your hair.

you crawl forward, taking his cock into your mouth, beginning to bob your head up and down.

low moans fall from his lips as he twists your hair into a make-shift ponytail, yanking on it as his dick hits the back of your throat.

your hands grab onto his hips as he begins to thrust into your mouth, gagging at the feeling of his cock repeatedly slamming your throat.

you look up at him, his dark eyes already staring down at you. the eye contact makes him fall apart, your name tumbling from his lips as you can feel his cock twitch in your throat.

he gives one last thrust as he cums into your mouth, ‘holy fuck,’ he says breathlessly, pulling away from you.

you swallow the liquid and wipe your mouth, sitting back on the bed.

‘i don’t think i can go to dinner like this,’ you laugh, your mascara now smudged and the nude lipstick you’d chosen now anywhere but your lips.

‘you look perfect to me,’ he leans down, kissing your swollen lips, ‘we do actually have to go though.’

-

you wake up to an empty bed and hushed arguing in the next room.

‘i told you.. well i can't.. i don't think you're listening..’ you can only hear snippets of the conversation but you can tell steve is annoyed.

5:24am

the clock reads and you sigh, it could be one of two things: nancy or work, honestly the thought of either was annoying.

he climbs back into bed, almost an hour later, wrapping his arm around your waist and pressing himself against your back.

‘who was that?’ you mumble, voice full of sleep.

‘oh, it’s just work.. needed me to sign off on some things,’ he says, hiding his face in your neck.

‘you sounded angry,’ you note.

he combs your hair with his fingers, exposing the back of your neck and planting light kisses to the skin.

‘i was, it’s five am on a saturday, i don’t want to be woken up because idiots can’t do their job,’ he mutters into your neck.

from the conversation you could hear, that was evidently not work, in fact you’d literally heard him hiss nancy’s name down the phone multiple times.

but it’s far easier to just ignore, rather than argue about why his wife was calling so early and why he was so angry about it.

‘okay,’ you wriggle around to face him, slinging your leg over his, intertwining them.

‘it’s too early to be awake.. go back to sleep baby,’ he tilts his head down to place a kiss to your forehead.

your heart skips a beat at the intimacy and you’re so nearly tempted to just blurt out that you actually think you’re in love with him. but you bite your tongue, not wanting to ruin the weekend.

-

you’re sat opposite steve in some incredibly fancy restaurant when he slides a thin box across the table.

you look at him, puzzled, ‘what’s that?’

‘just open it,’ he sits back in his chair, smiling.

you take the lid off slowly revealing a stunning diamond encrusted bracelet.

'steve.. no, i can't accept this..' you slide the box back over to him.

he takes the box, carefully taking the bracelet out of it and grabbing your wrist, he clasps the bracelet and places your hand back on your lap.

you admire the glistening jewellery now adorning your wrist, 'you really didn't have to,' you beam back at him.

'but i wanted to, i'm glad you like it,' he takes a swig of wine, gazing over at you.

'thank you, i love it,' you lean across the table, placing a light kiss to his lips.

'good,' he smiles against your lips, as you sit back in your chair.

you look around the busy restaurant, 'you look like my sugar daddy, you know,' giggling.

he groans, 'god, i don't look that old, do i?'

you jut out your bottom lip sarcastically, 'ooh, i'd say.. 48.. on a good day.'

'wow.. i think i've still got the receipt for that bracelet,' he remarks.

you reach over and take his hand, 'no, you look great for your age, though i can see some greys peaking through,' you laugh.

he shakes his head in response, a slight smile on his lips. your humour was lost on him, though you'd tried to get him to understand some of your jokes and references, it was useless. he'd actually asked you to help him set up an instagram account, so he could 'be friends with you' on there.

you intertwine your fingers, 'no, you really do look great.'

'i know,' he winks and you roll your eyes at the sheer cockiness.

the waitress walks over with plates of foods, noticing his ringed finger intertwined with yours. you catch the slight frown she flashes you and drop his hand, a sudden wave of guilt flashing over you.

_

emma notices the new bit of bling straight away, gushing at your new present.

'i'm gonna assume it's not ending anytime soon then?' she asks, admiring your wrist.

you groan as your palm hits your forehead, 'i don't know.. nancy called him when we were away.. he told me it was work but i'm not stupid.. anyway, i've never heard him so angry.. it was weird,' you shake your head, looking to your roommate for advice.

'hmm.. that is weird.. maybe she found something? like the receipt to that bracelet.. i know i'd be angry as shit if i found that without the bracelet..' she suggests, finally giving letting go of your arm.

'i dunno.. he said she was away this weekend.. some conference or something, so surely she wasn't home to find it?'

'oh, well.. i actually have no explanation for that.. just ask him, what's the worst that could happen?'

you think back to the time you'd made an off-the-cuff joke about nancy's name on his phone and how he immediately went into a foul mood, 'why are you bringing her up? i'm here with you, okay? we don't need to talk about my wife.'

though, he did occasionally use you as someone to rant to about her, telling you about how loveless his marriage was, how she barely even looked at him anymore and how really he was just looking for the right time to divorce her. you knew to keep your mouth shut and just listen because as soon as you'd ask a follow-up question about her, he'd shut his mouth.

'god no.. we don't talk about her.. i'm sure it was nothing.. if it was that bad he woulda gone home, right?'

'yeah.. exactly, don't stress about it.. not with that on your wrist,' she chuckles. she didn't exactly help, only appeasing your delusions but you still appreciated her words of not-so-much wisdom nonetheless.

_

you fluff your hair up, making sure the curls sat perfectly before smoothing out your floor length gown and heading out to the taxi steve had booked you outside.

you'd attended a handful of the business dinners with steve before, the general consensus you'd gathered were that the women that accompanied these men were girlfriends, rather than wives. every single suited man sat around your table had a gorgeous, younger woman on their arm and a wedding band on their fourth finger. you included.

it was also incredibly evident that although these men had girlfriends, none of you had boyfriends.

this dinner was different, half of the team were going to be there so you and steve had to be totally unconcerned with each other. he'd booked a room for you both at the hotel after you'd pretend to try and find a cab with your colleagues.

you walk into the large hall, alongside a few of the people from the office.

you spot steve, dressed to the nines not that he ever didn't make an effort. and then you see nancy stood beside him, wearing a pale pink gown. the exact shade steve had previously convinced you not to buy as it was 'boring'.

you're slightly taken aback as she never usually attended these things, but you brush it off, sitting down where your placeholder inked your name. conveniently your seat was opposite steve at the large round table. he'd surely been responsible for the placing.

the night trundles on, many large glasses of white wine consumed. you pick up on the fact nancy is on the water, so vehemently shutting down any offers of wine.

'i love your bracelet, y/n.. it's gorgeous,' carol states taking your wrist into her hand.

'i know, my daddy bought it for me, a congratulations present,' you smile.

steve chokes on the wine in his mouth, causing a clatter of plates and cutlery as everyone's eyes land on him.

'excuse me, must've gone down the wrong hole,' he shoots you an irked look which you brush off, downing another glass of wine.

you're positively tipsy when nancy stands from the table, nudging steve to stand next to her, she clears her throat, 'steve and i wanted to make a little announcement.. we're pregnant!'

your heart drops. you'd known from the second you noticed she wasn't drinking. the fact she was even in attendance should've been a tell tale sign.

you press your lips together in a forced smile, eyes planted on nancy, rather than the massive dickhead stood next to her. you didn't hate her, how could you? she'd done nothing wrong.

you join in on the applause, even going up to congratulate her still choosing to ignore steve.

the rest of the night goes by in a blur, nancy leaves at some point or another, coming up to hug you goodbye, her kindness making your stomach turn.

your other phone buzzes at the end of the night as you stand besides your colleagues waiting for a cab. you'd intended to just hop in and go home, leaving steve on his own in the overpriced hotel room.

'where are you? there's a key under your name at the desk'

you swallow, making up some pathetic excuse to go back inside the hotel to your colleagues. they flash a few knowing looks to each other before saying goodbye as you stumble up the stone steps and into the reception.

'uhh.. y/n y/l/n.. there should be a key..?' you question the polite lady at the front desk.

she hands you a plastic keycard, 'yes, room 906.. have a nice evening,' she smiles at you.

you're on a mission to get to steve, the anger unfolding in your stomach as you press the elevator button. it dings on the ninth floor and you step out, unlocking the sixth door.

steve is stood at the desk, pouring two glasses of wine as you walk in.

he can tell instantly that you're angry, in fact you were positively furious.

'are you joking? she's fucking pregnant, steve! did you not think to let me know?' you screech, throwing your bag down and storming over to his position.

he raises his hands in defeat, 'i was going to tell you.. i promise, she just sprung it on me saying she was going to do it tonight.. i had no choice,' he's so calm with his words, you almost believe him.

'hah, get fucked.. you've known for god knows how long and not told me, you expect me to believe you?' you spit at him, jabbing a finger into his chest.

'yes, because it's the truth.. why would i ever choose to announce such news here? especially to you.. you mean much more to me than that.'

'do you seriously think this can continue? she's pregnant, for fuck's sake,' you stare daggers into him, wishing you weren't so hopelessly in love with the caramel eyes that stared back.

'why not? it wasn't a problem when she wasn't pregnant.. now you want to take the moral high ground? it's far too late for that,' his jaw is tense.

'it's different! and you know that!' you jab his chest against as his hand grabs your wrist, constraining you.

'why'd you come here then? you could've gone home, hell i'll book you a cab right now, if it's what you want,' the side of his mouth ever so curls up into a slight smirk. already knowing your answer.

'i came up here to tell you to get fucked,' ignoring his offer for a cab.

'okay, you've done that.. you're still here,' he cocks his head to the side slightly.

'get fucked.'

his lips crash onto yours, your arm snakes around his neck as you kiss him back, eyes squeezed shut.

you yank at the back of his hair, the kiss desperate and full of breathless moans as he presses you back against the desk. much like the night that had started this whole affair.

he pulls away, spinning your body round and holding onto the back of your neck, bending you over the desk.

his fingers unzip your dress, sliding it down your body as his large hands slide up your thighs, settling on your waist.

you hold your weight up on the desk, feeling his already erect cock pressing against you. he takes your wrists in his hand, practically slamming the side of your face down against the wood.

you groan in response, he unknots his tie and wraps it around your wrists and tying it in a tight knot.

he rips your panties off with such force they sting your thigh, causing you to inhale sharply.

'are you gonna take my cock? huh? you gonna be a good girl?' he puts his hand on the side of your face, pressing you down onto the desk.

you nod under his palm, 'c'mon i wanna hear your words, baby.'

'y-yes,' you manage to mumble out, he slaps his cock on your slick entrance. it pained you to say it but this was turning you on ridiculously, he was rarely this dominant with you.

'good,' he thrusts into you with no warning, grabbing onto the tie around wrists, holding them tight behind your back.

you gasp as he continues to pound into you, steve pulls your body up towards his your back flush against his chest, he growls into your ear, 'you're such a good girl.. much better when your pretty little mouth is moaning for me.'

his hand creeps around your neck, balls slapping against the back of your thighs, unintelligible moans tumble out of your lips as his pace quickens, slamming into you with his fingers squeezing your neck.

his thrusts falter as he grumbles into your ear, 'fuck,' you can feel him shudder behind you, filling you up.

steve pulls out, standing back just watching you in the precarious position.

'you're cute when you're angry but i prefer you like this, i might just have to leave you like this,' he smirks, pulling his boxers back up around his waist.

'please, untie me,' you bargain, attempting to wriggle free but it was useless.

'only because you said please,' he unties the knot, freeing your wrists as he stands right behind you.

'have you got something i can wear?' you turn to look at him, admiring his sweaty chest, heaving up and down.

'in my bag,' he grabs your arm, pulling you back to him, 'you're staying here?'

you nod, pulling away and walking over to the brown leather bag on the bag, finding a black t-shirt and a pair of his boxers, slipping them on.

he walks over to the bed, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, ‘i knew you would, though i will say i did enjoy your little performance earlier.’

you roll your eyes, ‘it wasn’t a performance, i’m still angry with you.’

‘hmm, thought i might’ve fucked it out of you, but clearly not,’ he chuckles and you almost melt at the feeling of his chest vibrating against your back.

‘i’m tired, i’ve got no energy to fight with you again,’ you sigh.

he leans down, kissing the back of your neck before removing his arms, ‘thank god for that, not sure my back would last another round like that.’

you slide into the big bed, pulling the covers around your shoulders. you really should’ve just gone home, but the thought of having to get a cab after all of that was too much.

quite honestly, you knew this would be your last night with steve. there was no way you could continue the relationship knowing nancy was at home pregnant with his child. it wasn’t necessarily the thought of her being pregnant either, but the fact that he loved her, and not you.

he climbs into bed next to you, snaking his arm around your waist and pulling you closer. you snuggle into his chest, exhaling as you lay your head on his shoulder. slowly drifting off to sleep.

-

you wake up to the sunrise, creeping in through the drawn curtains.

6:34am your phone reads.

you sigh, carefully sliding out of the bed, as to not wake the snoring steve next to you.

not intending to still be here when he awoke.

you slip on the dress you’d worn last night, over his black tee, deciding it was only fair that you also took his suit jacket, for your modesty.

taking the other phone he’d given to you and leaving it alongside the bracelet he’d most recently gifted, on the bed.

you can’t help but steal a quick glance of him, the last time you’d see him in such a peaceful state.

picking up the uncomfortable heels you’d worn last night and creeping out of the hotel before he had the opportunity to sweet talk you into continuing the affair.

-

monday morning is dire in the office. you hadn’t spoken to steve since friday evening. even though he’d tried. even breaking the number one rule he’d set out for you: don’t use his personal number for anything.

you’d received a text in the middle of saturday morning,

‘please call me, it’s urgent.’

smart man, knowing that he could so easily play it off as some work emergency. you ignored of course. too busy sobbing into emma’s arms to care.

you pull open the top drawer of your desk, and there lies the phone you’d left in the hotel, right next to the glimmering bracelet.

there was already a text message on the phone screen,

‘come to my office as soon as you see this.’

you choose to ignore once again, closing the drawer and continuing with the work on your screen.

what you couldn’t see was steve getting agitated in his office, surely you had seen the message by now?

there’s an hour until the end of the day when carol trundles over to your desk, ‘mr. harrington has requested you in his office.’

you sigh, standing from your chair and strutting over to his door. three knocks on the wood before he tells you to enter, and you do, closing the door behind you.

‘what the fuck are you playing at?’

‘what?’

‘you know exactly what.. you didn’t get my messages?’

‘no i did,’ you stare at him as steps forward towards you.

‘you didn’t think to reply? you left in the middle of the night, you could’ve been dead for all i knew,’ he snaps.

‘well i’m not, i thought you would’ve taken the hint and realised i don’t want to speak to you,’ you shuffle backwards as he gets closer.

'i don't understand, i thought we sorted this mess out at the hotel? now what? you don't want to do this anymore?' he tilts his head slightly, staring at you.

'yes, exactly that,' you nod, crossing your arms over your chest.

'well.. that's your choice, but i am telling you now that nothing between us will change.. there's no reason to end this now,' he moves closer, now only mere inches away from you.

'i can't steve, i won't do it anymore..' a tear slides down your cheek, quick to wipe it away, 'you know.. very well that i love you.. i can't watch you have a kid with her while i feel like this,' you're crying now, attempting to speak through the sobs.

'you know how i feel about you..' he cups your face in his hands, but you pull back, jerking your face away.

'say it then.'

'i- wel..' he fumbles over himself, unable to speak the words you were so desperate to hear.

you can't help but smile, despite your bottom lip quivering, a sob threatening to erupt.

'look.. i- it's just difficult-,' he stammers.

you walk over to the door, back facing him, as he grits his teeth, irritated at how quickly you were willing to leave this.

'i'll.. uh, i'll get you transferred to our brooklyn office.. i think you'll be very happy there.'

you scoff and walk out of his office for the last time, slamming the door behind you. you can feel the collective stare from the office as you walk to the bathroom, tears streaming down your cheeks.

and you truly realise, girls like you weren’t ever supposed to be like nancy. you were forever going to be a girlfriend. or the other woman, not good enough for pole position but always, always good enough to hang off of their arm as eye candy. steve could move you to another office, out of sight out of mind, right?

but another you would come along just as fast as you had, stealing pathetic glances across the office, sly touches in the staff room, the gifts and then it’d all get too much. wives get suspicious and she’d be shipped off just as quick as you were.

you're sat in a cubicle crying quietly when you can hear the bathroom door open.

'y/n..?' there's a light knock to the door, 'can i come in?' you click the lock, allowing her to come in.

it's carol, steve's sweet little assistant walks in and bends down to your level.

you furrow your brows in confusion but she looks softly back at you, a slight frown on her face.

'i don't know... exactly.. what's been going on.. but, i do know that you are far too good for that man, men like him.. they get off on ruining young girls,' she wipes your cheek with her thumb, 'but you.. you're not going to let him ruin you, okay?'

you sniffle, looking up at her with a small smile, 'okay..'

'you walk out of here with your head held high and you forget all about him,' she puts her hands on your shoulders, rubbing slightly.

what you didn't know was that you weren't the first young girl to leave this office because of him and you most certainly wouldn't be the last. she'd bore witness to girls full of ambition joining the office to end up with a head crammed with dreams about their relationship with steve. only to end up the exact same way as you, hopelessly in love with a married man.

[merakiui]

I will always love how you will get on your knees for Azul in a heart beat but in the same breathe slander him (we love the duality). But now I’m curious, top bedrooms in twst that you would like to be taken in, and/or if we just wanna be a little more daring, what are the top places you would like to be taken by and who? Like whether it be in the Monstro lounge by the twins, the Heartslabyul maze by Cater, bell tower by Rollo.

OOOOOO good questions!!! there are so many places in the twst world that would be absolutely amazing to be taken in. orz please forgive the shameless simping written below.

top bedrooms

✧ azul's room but at night specifically because omg the ambience!!!! his bed looks really soft and comfortable as well, and it would be so nice to wake up in it in the morning and eat pastries and casually chat after a long night hehe.

✧ riddle's room because i really like the canopy bed he has. also all of the red... so pretty and cute. T_T he could use a riding crop on me. he could use a collar on me. he could tie me up and step on me. anything riddle wants, riddle will get. orz but also slow, soft, romantic sex would be so nice with him. let's cry through our orgasms together, riddle. <3

✧ jade and floyd's room because the way it is visually split in half is so apparent but also so fun. floyd's messy bed would be fun to fuck in, but i also feel like the twins might push the beds together for more space (or maybe they will leave one bed for not much space just to make things more cramped). >:) i'd like to make a mess of jade's nicely made bed and in return he can make a mess of me. sandwiched by two mafia eels... aaaaa i am leaving the room bruised and littered in bites, but that is okay because i'll probably find myself back there next weekend so they can open the bite marks once again.

✧ rook's room is just so elegant (ignoring the peeling wallpaper that reveals candid photographs). i like the canopy with the moons and stars. it's very pretty!! sex with rook would be so nice because no matter what he would be so sweet and wonderful, albeit a little troublesome when he starts waxing poetry when he's buried so deeply. but a man who is so eloquent with words must be good with his mouth, so do not let me down, mr. hunt!!!

✧ vil's room is also very elegant!! i would happily spend a night in there with vil. but it would feel like the room of a royal because of how lavish it looks, so it will take some time to get used to. it's a pretty room for a pretty man. (♡▽♡)

✧ idia's bedroom is messy, but i think his bed looks so comfortable. i'll put on whatever cosplay he wants. i will wear the maid outfit and the cat ears and the cow print lingerie. anything for my cute gamer boyfriend!! sleepy sex would be so nice with him.

✧ malleus's room has a very gothic charm to it (as does all of diasomnia). i would definitely like to be taken there, but maybe while it's raining for extra sleepy ambience.

top locations

✧ mostro lounge in the booths or in azul's vip room. but most importantly: MOSTRO LOUNGE AQUARIUM OMG...... admittedly, the aquarium scene in azul thought four was very self-indulgent because it's just so pretty at night. the glowing illumination... the sea life and the pretty corals aaaa!! it's really too perfect for sex and monsterfucking. it doesn't matter if it's azul, the twins, one of the twins, all three of them. in conclusion, someone is leaving that aquarium filled and (spoilers) it is me. :^) azul's vip room would be fun because the twins could fuck me so good against azul's desk or on the sofas; omg or on the sofa while azul's horny gripping through his paperwork hehe. omg also getting railed against the bar in mostro lounge by floyd because he's too bored and uninspired to mix new drinks!!!! orz orz orz just one chance, floyd. please.

✧ in this tunnel hallway!!!! it would be so good at night... we don't even need to have sex there. i would just love to make out with any of the octavinelle trio against the glass. but also making out there with riddle and we have to be chased away by an annoyed azul!!! aaaaaa rivalry. <3

✧ another place i would absolutely make out in would be the hall of mirrors. getting so wrapped up with any of them and we fall through one of the mirrors hehe. falling through the octavinelle mirror with riddle or through the heartslabyul mirror with azul... omg.

✧ ABSOLUTELY THE BELL TOWER WITH ROLLO OTL there's something so exhilarating about being so high up and vulnerable... but also i think any shadowed space within noble bell would be good for quick trysts. i will give president flamm the best head of his life wherever he wants. he deserves good head, lots of love, and many warm, buttery croissants!! <3

✧ styx private room....... styx idia could do whatever he wants to me in there. just dress me up as your little lab rat with those choker collars and i will do anything for you, mr. acting director. :) also the styx control room!!! i'll give idia the sloppiest head under the desk while he's reviewing gathered data and after that he can rail me on the table.

✧ savanaclaw lounge at night hehe. sex in the pool under the waterfall would be so fun aaaaaaa. leona, i will do all the work. just sit back and let me ride. <3 the entire dorm could use me if they wanted. i will not complain.

✧ scarabia lounge at night!!!!!! the open air!!! the cushions and rugs!!!! the moonlight!!!!! i would get drunk and silly with kalim and jamil there. someone is becoming a father that night.

✧ heartslabyul kitchen with trey. <3 OOHHH TREY.... TREY!!!!! OTL i am down so horrendous for the sweet and secretly mischievous baker who would fuck me so good against the countertop. orz and then right after that he'd have a delicious pastry and some tea waiting. call me a donut with how cream-filled i will be afterwards.

✧ unbirthday party... orz new tradition: everyone can rail me against the tables. yes, it will ruin the display. yes, it will be messy. but it would be so fun omg.

✧ the rose maze with cater and his clones would also be fun!!! truthfully, i would fuck cater anywhere in heartslabyul because it would be really enjoyable with him (just two best friends with benefits having some quality time together hehe). also, getting caught by riddle would be fun. "you're getting your fluids on the furniture with these indecent acts!!!! >:( off with your head!!!!" riddle just does not know the best medicine for stress is sex. :( if it's off with my head, how can i possibly give it to him??? truly a dilemma...

✧ wherever the housewardens have their meetings. i could take all of them. >:) i will take all of them. they do not call the ramshackle prefect the beast tamer for nothing!!!!! ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ

[nobody7102]

The Thing About Sunday: Part 4

Pairing: Preacher!Rhett Abbott X Tillerson!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Religius stuff, fighting, I think that's it

A/N: YAY I Finally got around to finishing part 4, I'm debating if there'll be a part five, we'll see. Also sorry not sorry in advance, tee hee

NOTE/DISCLAIMER: All characters in this story are of age (Rhett being late 20s/early 30s, Reader being mid/late 20s), if it isn’t clear in-story all actions/situations are consensual between the major of the characters if there is anything I missed in the warnings please let me know, but don’t be rude about it

Main Master-list

Part 3. Part 5

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“Alright everyone, for the last five minutes I printed out some coloring pages for all of us” Y/N smiled as she passed out sheets of paper and motioned to a bin of crayons at the back of the room

“Remember, no more than four crayons from the bin at a time” she hummed walking around the room, looking over the drawing the kids were doing. Smiling as she looked over some drawings, Y/N kneeled next to a group of kids letting them talk over what they were drawing. 

Not noticing how the classroom door creeped open as Rhett peeked his head in before walking in and crouching down next to a small group of students “Well what’s everyone doing?” His voice raised a bit as he spoke to the small children.

“Miss Tillerson got us coloring pages!” One exclaimed, showing Rhett the forest animals they’d been coloring in as another child showed him the underwater scene they'd chosen. “This is the one I’m coloring, Preacher!”

“Oh my goodness guys, these look amazing!”

A smile came soon to Y/N’s lips as she glanced over her shoulder, watching as Rhett took in all of the drawings he was being shown before she stood from her spot and walked to the front of the room. “Okay everyone, that is our time for the day.” she leaned against the wall as the children started to gather their things “If anyone wants to take any coloring pages with them, you are more than welcome to, and I will see everyone next week” she hummed before helping usher kids out to their parents.

Letting Y/N corral the children, Rhett started to clean up around the room, picking up whatever littered the tables. Now it was Y/N’s turn to lean in the doorway, watching. “You don’t need to do that ya know” she gave him a soft smile grabbing the colors that he held, as she started to walk away, Rhett grabbed Y/N by the waist. Pulling her closer to him, nuzzling his nose against her jaw. “Rhett…” she chuckled looking over her shoulder at the door as she lightly pushed him away.

“Is something wrong, Lamb?” his brows furrowed as she turned away from him “I know we don’t normally do stuff this publicly but a kiss every now and then can’t hurt” he hummed resuming to help pick up the classroom 

Shaking her head “It’s not that” she grabbed the crayon bucket that had been sitting at the front of the classroom, filling the bucket as she walked around the tables. “I just… I still haven’t been feeling the greatest, I don’t wanna get you sick” she shrugged “I’m pretty sure it’s passed, it’s been a good week since but… don’t wanna risk getting the Preacher sick” as she finished putting the crayons back she leaned against her desk looking at her feet as Rhett approached, setting the papers down on the desk he caged her between his arms.

Now it was Rhett’s turn to shake his head “I don’t mind a little stomach bug Lamb” his hands moved off of the desk to frame her waist “What’s going on with you?” his thumbs rubbed circles on her hips over the light pink slip dress that hung from her, his lips pressed together in a thin frown as concern laced his eyes.

A sigh fell from her lips as she rested her forehead against Rhett’s letting her eyes close as his nose brushed against her’s “I’ve just been feeling so lousy and tired since the bug” letting her hands run up his arms she held onto the light blue fabric of his sleeve as if it would slip through her fingers if she didn’t “I haven’t felt right at all” she kept her eyes closed as the prickly stubble of Rhett’s cheek brushed against her before she felt it.

The soft, feather light ghosting of Rhett’s lips against both of her cheeks and against her forehead before they finally planted themselves on her lips. “I’m sorry” she whispered “I never meant to worry you or make it seem like I wa-”

Pressing an even firmer kiss to her lips, Rhett felt her sigh into the kiss before he pulled away “Don’t ever be sorry Lamb” his hand came up to cradle her jaw “I just wish you would have told me sooner… What kind of shepherd would I be if I let my Lamb deal with this all by herself?” 

A small chuckle left Y/N’s lips as Rhett’s hand went back down to her waist, pulling her closer, her arms wrapped around his neck as her senses were flooded with mulberry and juniper as his aftershave and cologne mixed together. “How about after we close the church early tonight? No confessionals or meeting about the potluck, just you and me… How’s that sound Lamb?” feeling her nod against him, Rhett pulled out from the hug and planted one last kiss to her forehead “I’ll start to usher everyone out, you gonna be okay cleaning up?”

“Yeah” she hummed, still relishing in what lingered of his scent. 

Letting his eyes trail over her face once more, Rhett left the classroom with a small smile plastered to his lips before muffled talking filled the church. 

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Leaning against the leatherback of Rhett’s office chair, Y/N closed her eyes as her head swam with thoughts. Thoughts of her and Rhett, how soft he’d seem to become around her, and how she’d gone from being the Timid little Tillerson to the Lamb of the Church as Rhett put it. 

“Well don’t you just look comfy” Rhett’s voice filled the room as he leaned against the doorframe.

A smirk came to Y/N as she replied “Got a real comfy chair Preacher” pushing herself up from the chair she met Rhett halfway before he wrapped his arms around her waist once more, resting his chin on her shoulder “You ready to go?” 

“Go? I thought we were staying here?” shaking his head, Rhett grabbed both of their coats before leading Y/N outside to the parking lot. 

Handing her the keys to the truck he motioned to it “Get in and start it, I’ll lockup” he hummed, kissing her cheek before walking back to the church doors. 

And she did just that, after starting the truck she settled into the passenger seat, leaning against the window, watching as Rhett made his final checks to insure the building was properly closed off to the public for the time being. As soon as he was done he turned to face the truck and gave the cheesiest thumbs up before making his way around to the drivers side before pulling out of the driveway. 

While the truck kicked up dust on the gravel road, all Rhett and Y/N could seem to care about was letting the cool autumn breeze fill the air as the windows were rolled down all the way. Sticking her hand out the window, Y/N let it catch on the air. Taking her free hand in his, Rhett smiled as she moved her hand around in the wind before bringing the back of her free hand to his lips as he turned the corner into a field.

Looking over to Rhett as he drove into a secluded spot of the field, Y/N furrowed her brows, watching him park the truck and turn it off before he climbed out and grabbed a duffle bag from the back seat, motioning for her to follow him.

Exiting the cab, Y/N pulled her jacket tighter around her frame as she circled the back of the truck, smiling at the hand the Rhett held out for her as he had already pulled himself into the truck bed. Taking his hand, she let him pull her up before he handed her a corner of the blanket he had pulled from his duffle “stick it in the corner up there” he pointed to the corner of the bed before they both laid the blanket down. Rhett grabbed two more blankets, wrapping one around Y/N’s shoulders before wrapping the second one around his own, and somehow, magically he managed to pull a third and final blanket from the bag and laid it over their legs before he pulled Y/N close to him. 

Letting her lay on his chest, the two stared up at the pale yellows and oranges that painted the darkening blue sky. Letting the creatures of the night fill their senses, Y/N hummed as she shifted, pressing her ear to Rhett’s chest, listening to the thump of his heart. 

Noticing her shift in his grasp, Rhett moved his hands so one rested on her lower back and the other rested over her stomach. Feeling her breath catch in her throat, she tensed as Rhett settled back into watching the sky, thankfully not seeming to notice how she tensed. Y/N shifted once more before relaxing.

“How long do you think we could stay like this?” Rhett hummed, resting his head atop of hers.

“Oh at least until hypothermia sets in” she joked, causing Rhett’s chest to rumble as he chuckled. 

As they laid, watching the sky turned into a deep navy. It didn’t take more than an hour before Rhett smiled at the soft snores that came from the woman laying on top of him. Tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, Rhett basked in the silence for a few more seconds before he started to plant kisses all over her face. Ignoring the grumbling protests that came from Y/N he continued before whispering in her ear “Come on Little Lamb…” he hummed “I gotta get you back to the church to grab your car” his hand came up to cradle her jaw. “My Sweet Little Lamb” he chuckled as she nuzzled closer into him “I know you can hear me” he laughed, moving to sit up, still holding Y/N in his arms.

“But what about the hypothermia?” she rumbled, causing Rhett to laugh even more as he bundled her up in the blankets, before hoisting her up into his arms, getting down from the truck bed and bringing her around to the cabin of the truck. Somehow opening the passenger door, he skillfully moved Y/N inside and onto the seat before buckling her in and moving over to the driver's side.

As he began to drive, Rhett kept glancing over as Y/N started to wake herself up. “You gonna be able to drive home Lamb?” 

She nodded rubbing her eyes “Yeah” she yawned “thank you” she smiled glancing groggily over to Rhett “for tonight” 

“Of course” he smiled “Anything for my Little Lamb” The rest of the drive back was spent in a comfortable silence, with Rhett occasionally glancing between the road and Y/N. Pulling into the parking lot of the church, Rhett parked next to Y/N’s car. Unwrapping herself from the blankets, Y/N leaned over the seat kissing Rhett on the cheek. “Remember, if you need anything you can text me” he smiled.

“I will” she smiled before she climbed out of the truck and into her car. Once she was settled she waved over to Rhett before she pulled out of the parking lot, and Rhett’s truck pulled out a few minutes later, turning to go into town as Y/N headed for Tillerson ranch. 

Still consumed by the bliss of earlier as she drove she noticed how the lights in the kitchen were on. Turning off the headlights to her car as she approached the house, she parked in her normal spot before she turned off the engine. Exiting the car Y/N headed into the house, quietly opening and shutting the door she snuck upstairs to her room. 

Closing the door and kicking off her shoes, Y/N moved to lay down in bed. Staring up at the star carved in wood once more she furrowed her brows, her hand slowly moved to flatten her palm over her stomach, her breath caught in her throat again as she did before she sat up.

“...One more….just to be sure..” she mumbled, sitting up and going over to the dresser she pulled out the spare test she had buried at the bottom. 

Following the motions she had repeated the week before setting it on the counter and walking back into her room, setting the timer. Flopping back in the bed she twiddled with her thumbs, waiting for the timer she let out a breath as it eventually went off. Pushing up from the bed Y/N made her way to the bathroom.

Making his way up the stairs Billy sighed “of course I’m the one getting her” he muttered before reaching Y/N‘s door, he knocked “Y/N, there’s dinner” he called “Y/N?” he asked again after a few minutes of not getting a response. 

Pushing open the door, he looked around the room before seeing the bathroom door cracked “Sissy?” making his way further into the room, he rushed to the bathroom door upon hearing the cries that came from the other he shoved open the door before collapsing next to Y/N’s weeping form. Taking her in his arms he looked over her form “What’s wrong?! Did som-” he froze seeing the test in her hand. “Sissy… is-” “It’s positive…” she sniffled starting to cry again “I don't know w-what I’m gonna do” 

Holding her tighter Billy stared down at the test in her hand before he moved to give her a wad of toilet paper to wipe her eyes “Right now, we’re gonna take a deep breath. Okay Sissy? We’re gonna take a deep breath and we’re gonna go down for dinner, then we’ll figure it out after. Okay?” 

Nodding Y/N took the TP before Billy helped her stand. Squeezing the test in her hand, she opened one of the side drawers of the sink and shoved the test into it before closing it “Y-you can go down I’ll… I’ll be down in a minute…” she whispered 

“Are you sure?” watching her nod, Billy slowly made his way out of the room.

Staring at herself in the mirror, Y/N shook her head before turning on the faucet and letting the water run cold. Cupping her hands under the water she brought it up to her face, gasping at the temperature change before she took a deep breath and dried off her face. 

Shaking out her hands she exited the bathroom before making her way downstairs to the dining room. 

“Look who finally decided to grace us with her presents” Trever joked “What took you do long?” He raised his brow as she took a seat next to Billy, “Grading Sunday school papers?” he laughed.

“Trever she was doing more today than you were, lay off” Patricia was quick to quip. As everyone dished up food and began to eat, Y/N picked at her plate, trying to eat what she could. “Y/N don’t pick at your food please” 

Rolling his eyes Trevor took a sip of his drink “With how she’s been feeling lately I’m surprised she’s even eating with us…” he muttered

“We sure she’s not pregnant with how she’s been feeling” Luke smirked “The next Virgin Mary” 

Scoffs filled the table as Y/N stared down at her plate, trying to keep the tears that welled in her eyes at bay. “Don’t joke about your sister like that Luke” Wayne motioned with his fork at Y/N “Lord knows you don’t have any room to talk” 

As Wayne scolded his eldest, Patricia’s eyes stayed focused on Y/N and how she didn’t joke back like she normally would. “Y/N'' she called out, only to be met with silence “Y/F/N Tillerson.” she raised her voice and after a few seconds Patrica slammed her silverware down on the table “Are you fucking kidding me? Say you’re joking right fucken now”

Looking away from the table as her shoulder started to shake, Patricia pushed away from the table. Stomping over to Y/N before grabbing her arm and ripping her up from the table. 

To Y/N everything was a burry rush of tears and yelling before she felt the gravel of the driveway beneath her as she fell to the ground. “After everything I did for you?!” Patrica shouted “You throw it all away to be some common whore?! Did I really teach you to respect your faith that little!? What did you just think that because of your status at the church and in this family that you could just trollop around town!”

Pushing herself up from the ground Y/N shook her head “Mama I didn’t-“ 

“Save it!” she shook her head “If you’re gonna act like a whore then you can sleep on the streets like one” before she slammed the door as muffled yelling could be heard from inside the house.

Slowly standing on shaky legs, vision still blurred with tears. She made her way down the long driveway, gravel digging into her feet as she pushed on, arms wrapped around herself as she let her head hang, trying to stifle the sobs that left her lips.

Coming to the all too familiar fork in the road, Y/N turned to make her way up the driveway of Abbott ranch, too caught up in trying to stay standing to hear the truck pull up and the call of her name come from behind her.

It wasn’t till she felt a pair of hands on her shoulders, turning her around that she looked up from the ground to be met with the blue seas of worry that were the eyes of her Rhett. She watched as his mouth moved but no sound made it to her ears before it all caught up with her at once.

“Lamb what happened!?” His voice was frantic as he cupped the sides of her face “Y/N, sweets what-” 

“I m-messed up” she hiccupped before collapsing in Rhett’s arms. Holding her close to him, Rhett let her rest her head on his shoulder, trying to calm her breathing as her arms had a death grip on him “R-Rhett…” she mumbled “I’m pregnant"

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Tagging: @sebsxphia @rhettabbotts @sweetlittlegingy @floyd-luvr @hangmanapologist @auroralightsthesky @marantha @beachbabey @thesluttyarchivist

[linaselandbasil]

You Too, Ezarel?

Ezarel/Lance, oral sex, kinda deranged, okay very deranged, hey look nobody's drunk this time!, it's roughly 2000 words, not that long by my standards but I'll make a part 2

Tw: daddy issues, light physical harm (with consent of course)

The fic is below the cut, but here's the link to it on ao3 anyway.

Have fun, everyone!

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The key turned in the lock.

His back hit the wall, the fright of being shoved so suddenly caused a weird aching feeling in his limbs. He had no reason to be afraid, Lance wouldn't hurt him. Even if the man acted like he didn't care for others, he's still the same as he used to be.

"Take it off." The elf said, referring to the mask. He really doesn't like the dynamic of being seen by him whilst not being able to see him.

"Hmm." He took the mask off and put it on the shelf next to him. "Nice office you have. It's almost as messy as your room." He hovered over the other man, trapping him against the wall.

Ezarel unbuttoned his shirt as he spoke. "As if your job was any more prim." He reached up to hug Lance's neck, which he took as permission- nay, an invitation to touch the elf. He pulled the hem of his shirt out of his pants and reached up his birthmark filled back. "Careful, I have a bugbite." Lance was barely listening, he was busy pulling the fabric off his shoulder with his teeth. Not in a sexy way, more like he was a feral animal pulling on your pantleg.

"I don't need to know about that." He said, hugging Ezarels thin waist and taking his gloves off behind his back. "So, what were do you wanna do tonight?"

"Bend me over my desk... And how about a blowjob?"

"At the same time??"

"No." He was visibly so done with Lance and his bullshit, but the dick is good so he keeps quiet... and if he complains too much Lance might just beat the shit out of him. "What do you want to do?"

"I donno, I'm too mentally unwell to even know what deranged acts would please me." He cupped Ezarels face in his hands and kissed his soft lips. Let me tell you, the guy has his skincare routine on point. Every inch of his body is silky smooth and well moisturized... on the other hand, Lance hasn't bathed in 28 hours and 43 minutes. "One thing is for sure, I want you to remember tonight." He kissed below his ear." Every time you try to sit down." Ezarel gasped, sarcastically of course.

"Oh how scared I am! Have mercy!" He said as the shirt fell off his shoulders. It's cold, his pale hairs stood straight up.

"You say that like it's not true. Your voice is weak, your palms all sweaty. You think I don't notice?" There's vomit on the sweater already, moms spaghetti.

He looked away. "How do you know my palms are sweaty? You can't possibly feel them through the armor!"

"No, but I can see the frikin paw prints you left on my chest! You nasty little bitch, I literally cleaned it yesterday!" He chuckled and slapped the elf on his rather underwhelming stickbug ass.

"Whatever."

"Whatever?" Lance got closer, roughly shoving him into the wall and kissed him. "You're an ass." Ezarel laughed.

"You're calling me an ass? You? After what you've done- what you're doing to your brother, you call me an ass??" Lance looked at him for a few minutes, seething. With each second that passed, Ezarel trembled more and more in anticipation. This happened every time. He can't ignore his hatred towards Lance, even if he adores the man at the same time. They keep bickering, poking at each other like they used to, but with the elephant in the room it always comes to this. "You've got nothing to say, Lance?" The man took a step back from him.

He teared up from the hard slap that landed across his face. The force of it made him fall over, bumping into the shelf. Lance went closer and pulled his hair to make him look up at him before his anger melted away. "I'm sorry."

"No, I'm sorry... Can you do it again please?" Ezarel pleaded with polite words. He was breathing fast, he had a big red mark on his left cheek. This happened every time, he played with fire until he got burned. He was on his knees, cowering under the monster he loved to bring out from his dear Lance.

"If you miss your father so much you could just visit him." He yanked him up by his hair and, pulled him close.

"He stopped beating me when I got taller than him." He said, pushing their foreheads together. "That's why I need you." Lance caressed his sore cheek, making him wince. He almost felt guilty that he enjoyed the fear he saw in his emerald eyes. When the elf got a little more comfortable, he shoved him away and slapped him on the other side to match. Ezarel sure loves symmetry. Lance wrapped him in his arms and rocked him back and forth until he once again felt safe. He then pushed him a little further away from the door, towards another blank wall.

Ezarel didn't dare look at him, but if he did, he'd see a satisfied smirk. "On your knees." His legs were already weak, as he lowered himself he nearly collapsed. Lance slowly walked closer. "Look at me." He made sure to step on the bony fingers of the elf. He didn't put his whole weight on it, but the disrespect is still apparent.

"Lance?"

"Hmm?"

"More?" He rolled his eyes.

"What, you think you deserve it? You're having too much fun."

"Don't make me beg." He pulled his hand out from under the shoe and stood up.

"On. Your. Knees." The way Lance was hovering over him was scaring him. In a good way of course, he's been hard since the first slap.

"M-make me." He backed away as he said it, hitting the wall almost immediately. Lance scoffed and grabbed one of his ears to pull him down with. "Nononono wait, please! Ah!"

"Oops, sorry. I made you beg." He smirked when he had the elf back on the ground. "You wanted a blowjob? Go ahead, but keep your hands on the ground." He unbuttoned his pants and whipped it out. Ballsy move, literally.

"Not exactly what I meant..." Eza drew in a deep breath and took the tip in his mouth. Lance pulled him back by his ears, grabbing them at the base. He hissed, but did nothing.

"No, that's rude. Give him a kiss first." Ezarel was sort of pissed for being micro managed like this, but this is exactly what he needed. He wanted a man to replace his father. (Weird, I know. Shut up.) He gave it a kiss right on the tip and opened his mouth to take it back in. He heard the almost inaudible grunt from Lance. It made him feel so accomplished. He went up and down, trying to relax his throat. "Good job." He pulled the elf away. "Undress."

He complied, working his trembling hands as fast as he could. The shirt dropped to the floor without any effort, the pants he had to fiddle with until he managed to unbutton them. He kicked his lab shoes off and he was finally able to rid himself of his pants. The snake yearns for freedom.

"You look like a fork."

"Excuse me?"

"You." He pointed at Ezarel. "Look like a fork."

"I understood what you said!"

"I know, I just wanted you to hear it again."

Ezarel sighed. "Asshole."

"Watch your mouth, chopstick man." Lance grabbed his shoulder and pushed him down, the cold floor doesn't exactly feel great on his bony knees as he sits on them. "Open up."

He obeys, although he'd like another slap. Too bad he can't aggravate the man with his mouth full. His lips touch the *coughs* staff, he relaxes himself as Lance pushes deeper and deeper without mercy. He feels the strong hands caress his head, strangely caring. Chills went down his spine when Lance lightly scratched his scalp. He enjoyed it until he realized that he's being scratched like a dog. "Hmm!"

"Don't like it?" Lance's rough voice had a barely noticeable tremble in it. The elf is happy to know that he's enjoying himself. He tried to free his mouth to answer, but his partner was not having that. He trapped Ezarel between himself and the wall. He can hardly breathe, and Lance knows that for sure. The hand came to rest on top of his head. No more head scratches sadly.

He tried to shake his head to answer. It's pretty hard with his predicament.... Amongst other things that are pretty hard right now. 💀

"No teeth." He pat his blue head a bit harder than necessary. Ezarel groaned and intentionally nipped the skin. Lance was not hesitant to pull him away and slap the shit out of him, the spit that slid down his chin made it sound somewhat different than before. "Behave." Ezarel grinned like the bastard he is. Even with the state that he's in, he still manages to exert just enough control to be an assertive, annoying, way too confident asshole.

His pale face was a little red from slaps and from how intense his previous activities were, his lips had reddened significantly, he has tears In his eyes. He looks beautiful. Lance lovingly tucked his spit soaked hair out of his face and scratches his scalp again. "You don't hit me as hard anymore."

"And you complain about that? Dumbass."

"That first one was good, the rest were weak. Do better." Lance scoffed, grinning down at this idiot.

"You freak. Get back to work." Ezarel looked up at him, seriously contemplating biting him.

"Make me." Lance didn't look at all amused, but believe me he was.

"Bitch." He grabbed the other man's pristine elven likeness and shoved his dick down his throat. Ezarel was used to it but he still choked from the roughness. He held onto Lance's thighs, he needed something to ground himself. "Didn't I tell you? Hands on the floor." When he was done gagging and let go of his thighs, Lance began thrusting into him. He was surprisingly not wrecking the elf. He moaned, which made Ezarel really happy.

He needs male validation, courtesy of his emotionally unavailable father.

"You doing okay?" He stopped for a second, breathing heavy.

"M-hum!" Ezarel answered, looking up at him through tear soaked lashes.

"Good, I'm impressed, you learned this so quickly." Oh boy, Lance KNOWS exactly what he needs! "You still wanna get bent over?" He pushed Ezarel down on his cock until he couldn't breathe. He nodded, fighting his gag reflex. "Well, whatever. I'm nutting now." What a gentleman.

Ezarel hummed, accepting his grim fate. Lance gathered all of his hair in his hand and held his pretty swan neck in the other, he widened his stance like the true warrior he was and began ramming into the poor elf like he was trying to poke a hole into his skull. It was quite enjoyable for Ezarel, he likes the humiliation. Lance moaned as he pressed against his shaft with his tounge, he was seconds away from the finish line.

The elf was trying desperately to not touch Lance, he wanted to so badly. The man slowed down significantly, he could feel the salty mess on his tounge already. Lance pushed at his chin with his thumb to open his mouth, pulled out and jerked. Ezarel stuck his tongue out to welcome the cum. "Hands." He held his palm out. Ezarel reached up and his bony fingers were guided around the shaft. He milked as much out as he could, mouth still agape. Lance's blue eyes were fixed on him, admiring him. "Good boy." He praised.

"Thank you." He said, sounding strange since he hadn't swallowed. After the way he got chewed out last time he swallowed without permission, he didn't dare to do it again.

"Nah, you did great. Don't thank me for what you deserve." He still firmly held his hair. "Swallow." His throat tightened but he forced it down. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand and let out a sigh of relief when Lance sat down besides him. It was fun, but it was intense.

"Lance."

"Hm?" Lance leaned into the wall, resting.

"What about me?"

"Eh, in part 2."

Ezarel sighed. "Okay, fair enough."

...

I'd like to SUMMON THE COUNCIL!!!!

@aide-falls @losyashkakus @lumen-anima

And since this is a Lance fic, I would like to invite an honorary guest: @slowiedrakie

[lovelybarnes]

get the girl- p. parker

pairings: peter parker x reader, mentions of ned, betty, mj, and brad warnings: unrequited love (kind of?? implied), lotsss of pining and fluff, a little long about: requested! (DF4) “you fell asleep, i couldn’t move.“ + (DF31) “maybe if you stop staring at her and actually talk to her, you might have a chance.” a/n: been wanting to write a peter parker friends to lovers for a while, so thank you so so much for requesting this. i swear i don’t usually take this long?? i got carried away and it got way longer than i expected, i hope you enjoy! thank you for requesting!

peter thinks it’s hopeless. the cliche he’s stuck in seems cruel- no matter what the movies you (and, fine, yes, him sometimes) make him watch say. nothing that happens in them ever transpires to real life; beautiful girls don’t fall in love with their nerdy best friends and guys like peter parker don’t get the girl.

it’s fun to fantasize, though. and especially fun to look at you, particularly when you’re laying on his bed, oblivious to him standing in the doorway, observing as you twist your neck to get a good look at the polaroids he hung up on his wall. a familiar smile grows on your face when your eyes scan them, flickering to the polaroid camera you got him for christmas years ago.

you move to try to get a better look at them without standing up, glancing down when you feel a sharp edge poke at your skin. he watches as your eyebrows furrow in possibly the prettiest way possible and you pull out a polaroid from under you. and oh, peter is just now realizing exactly what that photo is and why it’s on his bed instead of hanging off the empty miniature clothespin that comes from the pack you thrust at his chest when you noticed the increasing pile of pictures on his desk.

he’s moving on autopilot towards you, the foot already halfway through the door used as a stepping stone to go to your side faster. he’s with you in less than three steps, tugging on your ankle and then tackling you as sensibly as possible, laying his whole body on yours. you oof, dropping the picture, having seen it for too little to really question it, and laugh breathlessly. “pete!” you wheeze, curling your arms around his back, one of your hands absentmindedly drawing figures through his hoodie and your other one inching up to his hair, already beginning to thread through the chocolate curls. “yes?” he hums innocently, furtively grabbing the polaroid you dropped and shoving it in the pocket of his hoodie before his arms wrap around your thighs.

“i told you if you keep doing that, one day you’re gonna get hurt,” you scold, looking attentively as peter leans his head against your chest. “me?” he questions, feeling you nod under his cheek. “uh huh, you. you’ll hit your head or something. for a spider-”

“spiderman. superhero,” peter corrects, you ignore him, “you are really clumsy.” peter huffs in dissent, letting a comfortable silence blanket over the both of you for a minute before he looks up at you. “what?” you ask, a smile brimming at the edges of your words. you’re so pretty, peter wants to say, but instead, he goes with a more best-friend-friendly question, “d’you wanna watch a movie?”

you nod at him, pulling your hands away from his head to play with the strings of his hoodie, “sure, what do we want to watch today?” peter’s eyes immediately light up, and you realize you never actually needed to ask. “fine,” you agree, trying not to grin too hard at the way his face brightens. “which one?” you request, watching his freckled cheeks flush pink in excitement, “sixth one. the best one, of course.” you smirk, shrugging, “right, don’t know why i asked, i basically know the movie word for word now.” peter can’t help but give you heart eyes at the knowledge of your knowing the script of his favorite movie. god, you really were the dream girl.

“‘kay, go make some popcorn and get everything ready while i go to the bathroom,” you request, tapping peter’s shoulder as a way to tell peter to let you out from under his body weight. he does the complete opposite of what you imply, however, nuzzling further into your chest and inhaling deeply. “peter,” you laugh, poking his shoulder again, “‘m comfy,” he mumbles, eyes closed. “pete, c’mon, i gotta pee and you’re lying on my bladder,” you whine, “also, don’t you wanna watch episode six of star wars while i eat popcorn and play with your hair?” you singsong. he’s suddenly moving his body off of yours to let you go, although not before pressing a sloppy- friendly- kiss to your arm, “hurry up.”

you giggle as you stand, stretching out your limbs and walking to the bathroom while peter watches you walk away. once he hears the bathroom door shut, he digs his hands into his pockets, fingers tugging on the polaroid he had shoved inside. a smile grows on his face without his permission when he holds it at his stomach, the light reflecting off of the smile that was printed on the picture. he traces a nail over your face, bright and open in the way that makes you gleam. it’s his favorite picture ever, the only one that managed to catch you so in your element, your natural halo of glow apparent in your outline. peter had scrawled the words best girl in red marker on the white space at the bottom- something he thought he could explain away easily if he had to. the picture had its own designated space on his wall, right in the middle so the importance was clear, but it was rarely actually up there, instead always next to him for inspiration when he was doing homework and on his dresser for when he couldn't sleep.

his lips quirk one last time at the photograph before walking to the wall where all the rest of them reside. he hangs it up, glancing at it once more until he turns to walk out of his room.

the movie is ready to play when you walk into the living room, and peter is in the kitchen making your popcorn. “it smells good,” you say in a greeting, sniffing the air and exhaling in satisfaction. peter laughs, “you do that every time we have a movie night.” you tilt your head at him, “do what?” he motions to you, “that. the whole smelling thing and letting me know how good it smells, it’s cute.”

your face heats when it slips out of his lips, pausing to absorb the words he doesn’t seem to have noticed he said. his back is to you, dumping the popcorn into a bowl for you. you can’t see it, but he’s freaking out, trying to think of an excuse if you decide it was too weird. you don’t do anything to imply that, though, just blink until the words dissolve in the air. “thanks,” you finally reply, as nonchalant as you can make it while you grab his m&ms. he hums in response, turning around to head to the couch, “star wars time,” he winks, making you grin.

you follow him as he heads to the couch, settling down next to him once he puts on the movie. the star wars theme starts, the tune fringed by peter’s humming. cute, you think, snuggling deeper into the crook of his arm and shoving popcorn into your mouth. “hmm, good,” you compliment, watching the scenes you’d seen so many times pass on the screens. you mouth along when you recognize the lines until your eyes feel heavy and they shut completely.

-

quiet thwips wake you up hours later, when the black of the night has bled the sky blue and the stars have littered over the clouds, the moon replacing the sun. you see that the movie is long over when you blink yourself awake, beginning to cuddle deeper into your pillow when you realize it’s too warm and hard to be a pillow. you are met with the vision of your best friend, lip tugged in between his teeth as he concentrates on something behind you. he doesn’t seem to notice that you’re awake, trying to remain as still as possibly while the thwip noises continue. he mutters a curse, scrunching his nose adorably before flicking his eyes to you. they widen when he notices you’re awake, dropping his hand. “what’re you doing?” you yawn, sitting up and away from the warmth of peter’s embrace. “uh- i just- the movie ended and you didn’t wake up, so i tried to get the remote, then i got hungry…” he scratches the back of his head awkwardly, scanning the room and you turn to observe, stunned to see the mess of webs and dropped items you weren’t sure how you didn’t hear. “oh my god, what the- did you try to get everything with your webs?” you ask in bewilderment, eyeing a bag of gummy worms open and on the floor, you snap your neck towards him to observe his burning cheeks. “um. yes,” he confesses, blushing harder. “why didn’t you just get up?” you question, looking back at the ruined living room, exhaling in surprise as you notice the remote on the ground.

“you... you fell asleep on me. i couldn’t move.”

you pause, tilting your head slightly to look at peter, “pete, god, that’s so sweet. but you really don’t need to…” you motion to the dropped items, “do all that,” you laugh. peter shrugs, and you notice the tips of his ears are red, too. “i didn’t want to wake you up. i know how much of a light sleeper you are.”

you feel like you’re melting, every single muscle in your body drooping in the loveliness that was peter parker. you weren’t sure how the boy was real. you suddenly drop yourself on him again, wrapping your arms around his burning neck, “thank you, peter,” you say into his skin. like a reflex, his own arms go around your waist, holding you securely so you won’t fall, “‘f course.”

a moment of quiet follows until peter’s stomach rumbles suddenly, making you laugh, “i think i’ve starved you long enough. you pick today. also, when did you get so ripped? your arms are so big--” peter cuts you off with a groan, dropping his head on your shoulder, “you had to ruin the moment--”

-

peter doesn’t know what it is with you (actually, he does) that makes you so distracting. you’re just waiting in line for lunch, standing next to mj and laughing occasionally when she says something. all you’re doing is standing, and maybe it’s peter’s boy-hormones combined with his spider-hormones that magnify every single perfect feature of yours, but he can’t take his eyes off of you. you’re so pretty. the curve of the smiles that pulls into your cheeks, the twinkle that remains permanent in the color of your eyes, the way you look in that skirt--

“maybe if you stop staring at her and actually talk to her, you might have a chance,” a voice points out from next to him. peter scoffs, ripping his sight away from you to turn to ned. “i talk to her all the time. she’s my best friend.” ned shakes his head and sighs, “you talk to her about star wars, you talk to me about star wars, how is that supposed to help you have a chance--”

“i have a chance,” peter mumbles, trying to believe it himself, “she knows that she and you stand at different levels of best friends--” ned looks offended, “different levels? what is that supposed to mean--” peter stares exasperatedly at his best friend, “it means i want to date her and i don’t want to date you--”

“that’s a little rude--”

“hey you guys,” you greet, sitting down on the seat in front of peter’s and patting the seat next to you for mj. she stares at you silently, and you frown, patting the seat harder, “sit.” you instruct. she sighs and does what she’s told. “what were you guys talking about?” you ask, picking up your small plate of cherry pie to replace the bowl of orange slices that you took from peter’s plate. “thank you,” peter mumbles, digging his fork into the pie the moment you set it down. you hum, stealing a cherry tomato from his salad.

“oh, you know. the usual, your friendship with peter,” the latter shoots him a look and you raise an eyebrow, “that’s the usual? a little strange, don’t you think?” ned shrugs, “did you know that you and i stand at ‘different levels’ as peter’s best friends?” peter nearly chokes on his pie, glaring at ned. you cock your head at peter, thinking as you steal another tomato, “i… guess i thought so? i’ve known peter since, like, preschool, and we tell each other everything.”

“everything, huh?” ned wonders, a sound of pain falling from his lips when peter kicks him under the table. “peter.” he hisses. mj narrows her eyes at the two boys, “what is going on with you guys today? you’re acting weirder than normal.” peter’s face screws up in confusion, looking to you for help. you shrug, “she’s right.”

“i usually am,” mj mutters.

“so what is it?” you query, popping an orange slice as peter cringes at the mere thought of the taste. “peter has a crush,” ned informs helpfully, oblivious to peter’s dismay, “i- i don’t-”

you blink, feeling mj’s elbow shove into your ribs as her own way to make sure you’re okay. you ignore her, and it tells her everything she needs to know. “it’s liz, right?” you guess, trying to mask the hurt on your face with a teasing smile, “i saw you looking at her the other day. she’s pretty.” “no! it’s not- i mean, yes, liz is pretty, but i don’t like her or anything- ned doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” peter rambles. “pete, you don’t have to be embarrassed, i’m just upset you didn’t tell me,” you lie. peter’s eyebrows furrow, “you’re just upset that… i didn’t tell you?” he repeats. you nod, biting into another orange slice. “just that?” he asks meekly. you cock your head at him.

“i just- never mind. it’s not liz,” he says, poking at his pie. “so you admit you have a crush?” you start with a fake smirk, jabbing at your best friend with your fork, “just not on liz?”

“i didn’t… i didn’t say that-” peter stutters. your eyes narrow at him, lip tugged between your teeth, “i’m gonna find out who it is by the end of the day.”

peter is unfortunately sure you will. he’s not subtle as is, but you’re never deliberately looking for the signs, which makes it a lot easier to hide his embarrassingly large crush on you. but now, you'll be paying attention to his every move, and knowing you, he knows you won’t stop until you find out what you want, unless he tells you to back off. but, does he want you to back off?

he pushes his tray away, suddenly not feeling so hungry.

-

you stay true to your promise, hanging off his arm for the rest of the day, observing the way he acts around some of your classmates, but somehow not noticing the way he blatantly refuses to look at you- which proves humiliatingly difficult; peter never realized exactly how much he turned to look if you laughed at the joke too, or to catch one of your smiles when you hear something funny or peter whispers a joke into the shell of your ear.

by the end of the day when you’re walking to the train station together, you’re groaning at him, putting your full weight on his arm as you tug at him. “who is it? is it betty? oh my god, is it mj? is that why you kept looking at her?” you ask excitedly. peter wants to tell you the truth: he wasn’t looking at mj, he was looking at you, because as much as he tried, he couldn’t pry his attention off of you, who just so happened to sit next to mj.

“not mj. not betty,” he replies, pulling you inside the subway and scanning for free seats. you trail behind him when he finds a spot, letting you take it as he stands in front of you. “not them… it has to be liz, right?” you pry, sighing when he shakes his head. “brad- it’s brad, right?” you grin, whining when he denies it again. “can you just tell me if i got them already? i’ve practically said everyone in the school,” you complain, “they do go to school with us, right?” at peter’s nod, you drop your head against his abdomen, “and you have not said their name yet.”

“peter,” you drag out, reaching out for his hand to pull it, “just tell me! i can probably set you up with them!”

“y/n, just drop it,” he sighs, and you sigh too, mumbling a fine before noticing an older lady standing at the door. you wave her over, standing next to peter and letting her take your seat. peter feels like his heart will pop out of his chest.

the bumps of the subway push you close enough to him to feel the thundering of his heart, and your eyebrows knit together in worry, “are you okay? your heart’s beating, like, really fast-” yeah and your hand on my chest is not helping- “‘m fine.”

“is it because of the crush thing?” yes, “because i’m sorry about annoying you about it so much, if you don’t want to talk about it, i won’t bother you with it. just know that if they don’t like you back, they’re insane, because you, peter parker, are a ca-”

it was like a rubber band snapping, and peter suddenly couldn’t help it anymore, pushing his lips against yours, effectively cutting you off and catching you so off-guard, you freeze for a second before reacting, pulling his jaw closer. you almost tug him back when he pulls away, before you remember you’re still standing on a crowded, moving subway, and while kissing your best friend had been all you wanted for way too long, you were absolutely going to miss your stop if you didn’t stop.

“i- i’m sorry, i just-” peter stammered, stepping back. “no! so, please don’t apologize, seriously, it’s fine, it’s, like, better than fine.”

a beat of awkward silence passed before the tube halted to the stop right before yours. “it’s you. in case that didn’t… come clear. you’re the person i like,” peter informs quietly. “really?” you ask, cheek already pulling in a shy smile. “really,” peter assures.

this time, you don’t really care if you miss your stop, and neither does peter, now that he knows that, sometimes, peter parker does get the girl.

[dylanmunson]

part twelve | pervious \ next

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neither of us slept that night, both watching over parker, she slept through the night. "baby" eddie says, as i get up to use the bathroom. I turn and face him, "you've uh" he sighs handing me the other pair of joggers, i frown "what?" "theres some blood on your trousers hun" he says softly, i take the joggers and run to the bathroom, there being a small amount of bright red blood on my pants. 

"no no no" i mumble, quickly changing my trousers before going to the nurses desk. "umm, im like 8 weeks pregnant and theres blood and i" i rush out, the nurse nods "ok, relax" she smiles handing me a pad, "your parkers mum right?" i nod "go get cleaned up and we'll take a look alright" she smiles. 

I go back to the bathroom and put the pad on, the nurse has also handed me a clean pair of paper panties, it would do for now. I walk back into parkers room, where the nurse is smiling softly, "i can get you in for an emergency scan now" i nod "please" "alright sweet come on" she smiles softly, "does dad mind waiting here with parker" i look to eddie who just nods "i'll be here, it'll be alright" he smiles, i nod before following the nurse to the room where she's gonna do the scan. 

I lay on the bed and roll my jumper up as she sets everything up before putting the weird cold jelly on my tummy. "having any cramps?" i shake my head "there was just blood when i got up to pee" i mumble, she nods her head "alright lets have a look" she says looking at the screen. 

"is everything ok?" i mumble, she smiles and carries on looking at the screen, "baby doesnt wanna come out" she chuckles trying to find the little bean, "oh there we go" she grins, turning on the sound "theres babies heartbeat" she smiles as the sounds echos through the room. "everythings fine, probably just because you were a bit stressed, a little blood is normal, but if it carries on come back alright" she smiles handing me some tissue to clean my tummy. 

"can i hear it again?" i say, she nods replying the heartbeat again, "ive also got some pictures being printed for you" she smiles i nod "thank you" "its not a problem" she grins walking out the room. I listen to the heartbeat a little longer before walking out the room finding nurse mary at the nurses station with the scans. "i'll also get your discharge papers for parker" she smiles "shes all good to go home" 

"thank thankyou so much" i let out a sob, "i want you to relax and take things easy as ok" she smiles, i nod taking the paper work and scans before going to the small room parker is in. 

"hey sweetheart is everything ok?" i nod cuddling into his chest, "little bean is fine, i heard the heartbeat" i sob into his chest, "you did?" he grins "yeah,  and- and parkers alright to go home" i nod he grins "great, wanna sign the papers while i get her ready?" i nod and finish signing the paperwork, as we hand them over to the doctors before leaving the hospital. 

once in the car, i hand eddie the new scan photos "their ok" i mumble, "and p, p is ok to" i sigh, reaching back to hold her hand. "mcdonalds and bed?" he chuckles, i nod "please." Eddie drives us to mcdonalds, ordering us all food and milkshakes, before driving home. We get inside and sit on the sofa all together and eat our food, parker is sat in between me and eddie, munching on her chicken nuggets grinning at the both of us. 

Her lip is all big and swollen, but it doesnt seem to bother her much at the moment, a good thing she doesnt use her dummys anymore. She sips on my milkshake grinning up at eddie. "muma" she grins handing me the drink. "baby?" "muma" she smiles leaning on me, "i may have taught her that while you were out the room" eddie smiles, "muma, dada" she grins clapping her hands "yeah good job baby! and your parker!" i smile at the little girl. 

"rka" she giggles, grabbing another nugget. "mummy, daddy and parker" eddie smiles "and baby bean" i add "and baby bean" eddie smiles softly, putting an arm over the sofa to grab my hand as i turn and face my little family, knees up on the sofa, my side against the back sofa cushions. "muma, dada, rka!" parker grins placing a hand on my knee. 

I blow the little girl a kiss, and she tries to repeat the action, "i love you baby" i smile, putting my hand on top of her. She hums eating her food, before rubbing her eyes and letting out a yawn. "tired bubba" "mummmmaaa" she yawns, moving to crawl into my lap. I hold her close as she snuggles into my chest, legs around my waist and arms coming around me as well, "oh baby girl" i sigh rubbing her back. 

"my girl tired" eddie smiles softly, "mm, mumma" she says as eddie rubs her back. "can daddy have a kiss bub?" i say kissing her head, she shakes her head cuddling into me again. "awh parker baby" he says "mummmaaa" she whines, "ok ok baby" i sigh looking at eddie, he chuckles shaking his head "its fine" he grins. He gets up and takes our rubbish to the bin before leaning against the side taking the phone off the wall. "just gonna ring harrington and henderson give them a little update" i nod towards him. 

"Think we're gonna go get in bed and have a nap hey bub" i say kissing parkers head as she yawns again. "i'll join you in a minute ok" he smiles kissing my forehead as i carry parker into the bedroom. 

EDDIE POV 

"hey harrington, just wanted to leave you a message, parkers fine, brought her home this morning, thanks for last night man, we'll pop over again soon, um yeah thanks again" i sigh and hang up, it going to voice mail, he's probably at work. 

Next i dial hendersons number, "hi is dustin there?" "dusty bun" his mum calls, "helloo?" "hey henderson" i sigh softly, "oh hey eddie" he sighs back. "just wanted to let you know parker is fine, her lip is busted but shes fine" he hums "im really sorry again ed" he says, i smile "dude i said it was fine, we just got a bit freaked out yano, your still parkers favourite" i laugh, "but y/n doesnt trust me" "yeah she does, dont worry about her honestly, she was just in mum mode yano, like how your mum gets sometimes... but your mum is always in that mode" i grin "yeah, yeah, i get it" he sighs "im real sorry again" i chuckle "henderson your good i promise, wanna pop by later this week?" "umm yeah, yes please" "alright man, see you soon alright" he sighs "yeah, see you soon" "and henderson?" he hums "love you man" i smile, the kid being like a little brother i never had. "love you too" he says before we hang up. 

Putting the phone back, i go to walk towards the bedroom when the phone rings, i sigh and pick it up "hello, yeah, yeah ok" i sigh closing my eyes. "yeah i'll be there in a bit, alright bye" i sigh, rubbing over my face, i put the phone back. 

Walking towards the bedroom, i find parker curled up into y/ns side, as she plays with her daughters hair, her slowly drifting off as well. 

"hey baby" i smile bending down to kissing her head "hey, was waiting for you to join us" she says, her voice full of sleep and super quiet. I smile sadly running a hand over her forehead "bub, i've gotta get down to the shop, theres been some sort of accident or something" i shrug "i'll be a few hours max alright" i mumble kissing her lips softly, she whines a little "hey, hey no" i smile placing more kisses over her face "you girls get some rest, i'll be back soon alright? and just call the shop if you need anything kay?" she nods pouting at me. 

"baby" i sigh getting up and leaning down on the bed to wrap my arms around her. "few hours kay?" she nods "can i have a kiss please" she pouts, i smile softly kissing her softly, cupping her face, she moans quietly into the kiss but i pull away. "few hours kay" i mumble against her lips, she nods "few hours" i nod, placing a quick kiss to her lips again before leaving the trailer.  

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YOUR POV 

Eddie was still gone by the time me and parker had woken up, around 2pm. Carrying parker into the kitchen i dial the shops number and wait for someone to pick up. 

"Hello" "Hi is eddie there" i say into the phone, parker resting her head on my shoulder, "yeaah, yeah two seconds" the guy says "hello?" "eddie" i sigh/whine, "i know baby, i know i'll be home soon i promise, one of the new guys fucked this car up and we've had to completely pull everything apart to re fix everything" he sighs, "how has that taken this long though" he chuckles lightly, "its more of a bus type thing" he chuckles, "so we had to work out how to get under it safely and things hun" he grins into the phone, "bus?"

"yeah bus, why you fixing a bus?" i ask, confused, "bub its a tour bus, some band were travelling through just outside hawkins when it broke down" he smirks, "big money hunni" he sighs softly, "i'll be home before dinner kay?" i sigh into the phone and parker looks at me then the phone "dada?" she says pointing "yeah baby its dada" i smile softly, "dada" she says a little louder "put her on?" he says i put the phone between my ear and shoulder before moving to sit parker on the kitchen side. Then putting the phone to her ear while holding her side so she doesnt fall" 

I cant hear what he's saying but he must be doing the voices he does cause parkers giggling away, slightly confused as to how this is all happening, but amused none the less. "dada, muma" she says looking at me smiling, "can i talk to him baby?" she giggles, i take the phone and she pouts "dada" she frowns, "i'll be home before dinner, i love you" he sighs, i nod "i love you eddie" i sigh as he hangs up. "dada?" parker says tilting her head a bit. 

"dada be home soon baby" i say picking her up and taking her to the living area, putting on one of her kids videos, as we cuddle on the sofa. 

Parker has her muzzie from the zoo in one hand and her sippy cup in the other, "thirsty baby?" i smile playing with her hair, "ore mummaa" she smiles handing me her cup, "come on then bubba" i smile softly, taking her from the sofa, holding her hand as we walk to the kitchen, i fill her cup with some very watered down juice before handing it back to her. She brings the cup to her mouth and begins drinking before sighing as she drops it to her side and attempts to blow a kiss at me "your welcome baby girl" i smile, she grins and walks off back into the living area. 

I grin watching the little girl as she sits on the floor with her teddies and watches the tv. I grab my bag and find the ultrasound photos and put them on the fridge before going back to parker. 

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27, 12, and & 23 for writers ask game!

27. Who is the most stressful character you’ve ever written? Why?

Techno in clinic was SO stressful for me to write. I wrote clinic when I was still newish to writing dsmp fic, so I was still figuring out how to characterize everyone and I really had next to zero experience writing c!techno. as clinic got more popular I put so much pressure on myself to try and get my characterization at least somewhat accurate, so it was so stressful learning how to write techno as clinic blew up. I still get stressed writing techno, but I'm a lot more comfortable writing him than I was before

12. If a genie offered you three writing wishes, what would they be? Btw if you wish for more wishes the genie turns all your current WIPs into Lorem Ipsum, I don’t make the rules

writing wishes?? uhh I'm not sure what exactly constitutes a writing wish but I guess I'd wish to be able to quickly and easily finish the stars og rewrite manuscript, and then I'd wish to get a great publishing deal for it, and then uh... I dunno I'd wish for through a glass divine to get the sirentwt treatment because I'd love to see more fanart lmao

23. Describe the physical environment in which you write. Be as detailed as possible. Tell me what’s around you as you work. Paint me a picture.

well lately my writing environment has changed a lot because I'm in a very weird living situation?? I don't wanna go into detail explaining that mess so I'll just describe my desk in my room even though I haven't been able to write in there for over a month now lol

at night I'll often write at my desk, which is wood painted white with gold metal legs and a frame. my desk is right in front of a window that looks out onto a wide alley that a lot of people walk through, so on friday and saturday nights I can hear drunk groups of friends laughing and singing as they walk down below. I have an oversized computer monitor for a PC that doesn't work sitting next to me, along with a small TV screen that also doesn't work and we just haven't gotten around to getting rid of. The wall to my right is covered in orange and green sticky notes where I wrote a ton of worldbuilding details for the stars universe. I also have my books sitting below that, along anywhere between 6-10 rings that I just leave scattered on my desk so I can grab them when I'm going out. My bed is a bit behind me to my left, and I have a magnet board on the wall next to it covered in art prints I've gotten over years of going to cons and ordering art pieces online (including some fanart people have drawn for my fics!!). Also there's a fake plant sitting on my dresser which is also to the left of my desk, and it's melted a bit from sitting in my hot car in the dead of southern california summer for like a week straight but I love it anyway. also, my black and white great dane is almost always sleeping on the bed behind me. one time I got startled out of writing because he howled in his sleep and woke himself up

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