#I’VE BEEN DRAWING I JUST GET TOO NERVOUS TO POST.. THESE WERE FROM WHEN THE GAME JUST CAME OUT LOL

[zaxlotl]

Mouthwashing doodles!!! And no Jimbo because I hate him

[judeswhore]

i wanna kiss your lips; mason mount

summary: your past relationships have been anything but giving and mason just has to change that

pairing: best friend!mason mount x fem!reader

warnings: smut, 18+, oral (f) receiving

notes: you can find my masterlist here. uhm surprise? this was a half finished piece in my drafts and i thought teehee maybe i’ll post so here she is

“you’ve never had an orgasm?” mason’s tone was one of complete disbelief, the look in his eyes a perfect match. he gazed at you from the other end of the sofa, the movie playing on his tv long since forgotten.

“well, i have by myself, but not with anyone else.”

“never?”

“nope.”

“not even josh?” you snorted at this, gazed into the bowl of popcorn on your lap in search of a piece that looked extra sweet. mason was watching you with furrowed brows, his body turned to face yours, one arm against the back of the sofa. there was a pillow in his lap and he picked at a loose piece of thread.

“especially not josh.” you shrugged like it was nothing, curling your feet up under yourself as you matched his position. you stared at him head on, even as you spoke the next few words. “most guys only care about getting themselves off, half the time they can’t even tell if you’ve finished or not. they fuck you and take what they want and that’s it, sometimes it’s too much effort and to them where’s the fun in that?”

“too much effort?” mason was perplexed. too much effort is not a phrase he would use in regards to making his girl cum, in fact that was the best part, the fun part. drawing it out as long as possible, edging them with your fingers and tongue until they’re begging and falling apart from one simple touch. to him, sex is boring if the foreplay isn’t drawn out and full of teasing.

“it takes a while for me. i can’t-“ you shrugged again, heat blossoming over your skin because why were you talking about this with mason? the boy who’d put worms in your sandwiches when you were little? your friendship was open and carefree and yeah you’d often discussed your sex lives but this felt like a step too far. but you’d already started now, what would be the point in stopping. “i can’t just cum in two minutes. it takes more than just a couple fingers or whatever and the guys i’ve been with found that tiring. who wants to be with a girl who’s wound so tight it takes her forever to cum? they usually try for a few minutes, get bored and sometimes a little annoyed so i fake it, we fuck, they leave. i’ve learnt to take care of myself once they’re gone.”

you weren’t entirely sure how you’d gotten on to that topic, you’d been talking about your ex being back in town and one thing led to another until you were confessing your deepest, darkest secrets. well, it wasn’t exactly deep or dark but it was definitely a secret. twenty three years old and you were yet to find a man who could make you finish, over dramatic moans and fake orgasms had long since become your closest friend. it was this confession, and your best friends need to be good at everything, that had landed you in a pretty surprising position.

naked in his bed.

“y’can tell me if you wanna stop, okay?” mason was settled between your legs, his mouth hot on the inside of your thigh and all you could do was nod. you swallowed thickly, hands pressed into the soft cotton of his bedsheets because you didn’t know where else to put them. mason’s hair looked inviting but you were nervous, afraid you’d pull too hard, worried he might not like having the soft strands yanked. that on top of you usual anxieties over not being able to cum had your heart pounding in your chest. your best friend was no idiot and he could sense your inner turmoil from a mile away.

he propped himself up on his elbows and kissed your knee.

“tell me this is okay. if it’s not we can stop, pretend it never happened.”

“no,” you shook your head rather aggressively. mason hadn’t even touched you yet and you were soaked, wound up simply by thinking about what he was going to do to you. not a single part of you wanted him to stop. “this is okay.”

“yeah? you’re sure?”

“positive.” he blew out a soft breath, a half laugh, that hit your pussy, made you clench around nothing. you might find it difficult coming at the hands of someone else but you were always extra sensitive. the fact that this was mason was somehow intensifying that.

“good because i really wanna eat you out.” you had no reply for that but he didn’t seem to mind, he was kissing your thigh again, trailing his mouth to that hot spot between your legs but never actually touching you. he switched to your other thigh, nipped and sucked until you were shifting impatiently, subtly lifting your hips closer to his mouth.

“mason.”

“shh, m’taking my time. this is what you deserve.” he pressed a hand to your stomach to hold you down, his other hand hooking under your knee, pushing outward to open you up for him. you were completely on show to him, every inch of you and despite that initial anxiety, a larger part of you felt like this was meant to be. there was no one who made you feel safer than mason.

he kissed your hip, nuzzled his nose against the soft skin of your thigh before his mouth hovered over your pussy. his gaze flicked up to yours, a gentle smile curving his lips.

“you’re so beautiful, baby.” it took everything in you not to buck towards his mouth, your fingers twisting into the sheets. his smile turned dirty in an instant. “got the prettiest pussy, gonna treat her right, yeah? gonna show you how good it feels.” you could only nod, tummy twisting at his words. dirty talk always got you off, pushed you closer to that edge but again, some guys just don’t do it right. you could already tell this wasn’t going to be a problem with mason.

the second his tongue touched you a shaky breath blew past your lips, your eyes falling closed. he licked a single broad stripe from your leaking hole to your clit, tongue flat to cover as much of you as possible. he repeated the motion, humming at the taste of you, cleaning up the wetness that had gathered just from his proposition. the kiss he pressed to your clit had your thighs tensing beneath his hands.

“taste so good, sweetheart.” he teased the tip of his tongue against your hole, dipped inside just slightly before he was licking through your folds again. at your clit he stopped, pointed his tongue and repeatedly flicked over the swollen bud, grinning at the high pitched whine it pulled from you. “yeah? like that?”

“yeah, i-“

“shh, it’s okay, just relax for me.” mason’s hand smoothed over your thigh, pressed you open a little more and went back to flicking the tip of his tongue over your clit. pleasure was curling low at the base of your spine, the very first sparks of fire. this was usually as far as it would get, your orgasm would build halfway before fizzling out of reach.

his lips closed around your clit, sucked softly until your hips were lifting off the bed, bucking towards his mouth and he was chuckling low in the back of his throat. the sound vibrated through you, made you half choke on a whimper, your fingers pulling at the sheets. he pulled back and kissed the skin around your pussy, ignored the parts which were begging for him. his hand was suddenly reaching for yours, fingers soft around your wrist as he pried yours from the sheets and guided them to his head. he pushed until your fingers threaded through the soft strands of hair.

“want you to tug on my hair, not my sheets.” you couldn’t reply because he was buried back between your thighs, tongue running through your folds, licking at your clit, pressing just slightly inside you before retreating again. he kept the pressure on your clit light, just bordering on teasing and it was driving you insane, the steady build up of pleasure growing heavier.

with your hands in his hair you pushed, urged him to increase the pressure. he caught on almost immediately, swirled his tongue around it before flicking back and forth, your mouth dropping open on a quiet moan. that moan turned into a soft yelp when his teeth grazed your clit. it was a foreign feeling but one that had you gushing with even more arousal.

“don’t hold back, i want you to be loud. want my neighbours to know how good i’m giving it to you.” you made some unintelligible sound, tugging a little at his hair in acknowledgment and mason sucked your clit in reply. he suctioned it into his mouth with a deep groan and your orgasm creeped a little bit closer. at this point, your past partners would have given up, would have huffed in annoyance until you faked your orgasm and they could fuck you.

mason, however, had lost no momentum and was showing no signs of letting up, his attention to your pussy and your reactions to his mouth keeping him going. he’d caught on that you liked teasing just a little, that you liked when he worked you to a point with the tip of his tongue before flattening it and letting it fizzle out. that was what drew out your orgasm, time and teasing. you were a wet mess, dripping down on to his sheets, stickying your thighs and the lower half of his face and you whined loudly when he pressed his tongue into your hole.

his nose bumped your clit repeatedly from the position, your pussy clenching with need and you couldn’t help the harsh yank to his hair.

“oh my god, fuck. don’t-don’t stop.” your head tipped back, a string of moans and curses falling past your lips as mason continued fucking you with his tongue. each time his nose rubbed over your clit a desperate whimper fell from you, your grip on his hair tight enough that it bordered on painful. he pulled back, gave one large lick up your pussy before meeting your gaze.

“tell me what you need.” you blinked at him, trying to clear the fog in your head. you were already so close, a feeling you’d never felt with anyone else bubbling in your tummy but even you knew you still needed a little bit more. true, you could probably cum from mason’s tongue alone if he kept going, but you wanted just that little bit more. you brushed his hair back with your fingers, focused your gaze on his mouth, lips plump and glistening and there was an overwhelming need to kiss him.

you were aware the two of you had crossed a line in your friendship, had done something you couldn’t come back from. but this was sex. unfeeling, detached, a transaction of sorts. mason can prove you can cum with other people, you get an orgasm when you’d only been expecting a movie and popcorn tonight. but kissing was different. kissing meant something to you and you couldn’t kiss him and move on. something at the back of your mind suggested you weren’t going to be able to move on from this, but that was for future you to worry about. right now you just wanted to cum.

“fingers, i want your fingers.” it was breathless, your voice broken and scratchy from your keening moans and whines. mason cocked his head, grinning slowly as he bent his head and kissed just above your clit.

“yeah? want me to fuck you open with them? bet i can have you coming in minutes, baby.” he shifted between your legs and brought his hand up, middle and pointer finger settling in front of your mouth. his grin turned into a smirk, eyes sparkling with heated lust. “be a good girl and get them nice and wet for me.” you were quick to do as you were told, lips wrapping around his fingers, tongue swirling around them until they were coated in saliva. you let them go with a dramatic pop, not once breaking eye contact, even as mason settled back between your thighs.

your legs had closed slightly and he nudged them back open with a chastising nip to the soft skin. the tips of his fingers teased your hole, circled it for a second as his gaze locked on your pussy.

“you’re making a mess of my sheets.” there was nothing to say to that and so you simply let your head fall back on to the pillow, eyes closing again when he pressed both fingers into you. he moved slowly, let your walls relax around him before he hooked them up and slowly retreated. “god, you’re so fucking tight, don’t even think my cock would fit.” it was a throwaway comment, actual sex wasn’t on the table but his words still made you clench, the thought of him burying himself inside you pulling a high pitched whine from your throat.

“make me cum, please. i wanna cum.”

“i know, sweetheart, i’m gonna, just enjoy it.” he started fucking you slowly, fingers pressing against all of your sensitive parts, hitting deeper than yours ever could. the thumb on his other hand had found your clit and was rubbing tight circles over it, the trembles in your thighs an indication to you both that you were hurtling towards the edge. the wet sounds of your pussy and mason’s low praises broke through your constant string of moans and whimpers. “that’s it. taking it so good, babe, look at you. pussy’s just begging me to fuck her, you’re squeezing me so tight.”

his tongue was on your clit again, flicking over it to match the pace and rhythm of his fingers and each time they hooked inside of you, you tipped a little bit closer. your clit was swollen and throbbing beneath his tongue, the feeling intensifying when he sucked it between his lips. he hummed against, thrust his fingers in a little harder, stretching you open to a point you wished it was his cock filling you up.

“such a pretty girl, you gonna cum for me? come on, i wanna feel it.” fingers in his hair, you pulled a little harder, legs starting to shake and your orgasm was only inches out of reach. the pads of his fingers repeatedly bullied into that sensitive spot deep inside of you, the feeling so intense tears had gathered on your lash line as your mouth dropped open, moans and whimpers of mason’s name filling the air.

“m’so close, mase, it feels so good.”

“mhm, being such a good girl, fuck i wish i could stay here all night.” you whined, back arching off the bed and his free hand had to press you back down, applying the slightest bit of pressure to your lower tummy. he could tell how close you were, knew your orgasm was just dangling out of reach and he took a chance as he pulled his lips from you clit. “play with your tits for me, babe.”

half delirious you did as told, one hand still tugging at mason’s hair but the other moved up to cup your boob, squeezing and massaging the way you did when you were alone. praises filtered up from between your legs and then he was back to tonguing your clit, his fingers fucking you a little harder. you pinched your nipple and mason crooked his fingers and your orgasm hit you like a wave.

a high pitched moan, one that definitely sounded like a cry, fell from your lips as your back lifted off the mattress, fingers tangled so tight in mason’s hair it was a miracle you hadn’t pulled any out. your pussy clenched so tight around his fingers, slick walls hugging them back in each time he pulled them out, working you through the most intense orgasm of your life. mason kept muttering praises the whole time, telling you how good you did, how pretty you were, how badly he wants to fuck you until you cry.

it takes a few moments, a couple slow pumps of his fingers and ever slower laps of his tongue before the waves of pleasure die down and the roaring in your ears subsides. you’d gushed around his fingers, made a mess of him and the bed but he didn’t seem to mind, eagerly cleaning you up with broad licks when he finally pulled his fingers free. you were too sensitive, clit pulsing and with a shake of your head you pushed at mason’s forehead, whimpering quietly when he pressed a final kiss to the little bud.

he sat back on his knees, watched you through hooded eyes as he sucked his fingers into his mouth, licked them clean of your cum while you watched with a heaving chest. your body was on fire, pussy sensitive but somehow feeling empty now and it was difficult to miss the bulge in mason’s joggers. he drew his fingers from his lips and flopped down beside you, his shoulder warm against your bare skin.

“so, how was that for a first orgasm?”

[chakkll]

Worries, Worries

Mike Schmidt x gender neutral!reader

Fandom: Five Nights at Freddy’s

Synopsis: Mike’s been doing better. He hasn’t dreamed of his brother since Freddy’s and hasn’t needed sleeping pills for almost a week now. Well, at least he thought he was doing better.

Warnings: Post movie, established relationship, fluff

Word count: 1k

*please forgive how short and probably rusty it is, it’s been a minute since i’ve posted!

Everything’s been good. One might say almost too good.

Mike has been sleeping well, been happier, and been getting along with his sister better, all because of what happened at Freddy’s.

But all this goodness is making Mike nervous. You can feel it.

“You sure you don’t want me to tuck you in?” You call after Abby as she shuffles down the hall, her drawings and crayons tucked into her arm.

A soft “yeah” is all you get in return before you hear Abby’s door shut. You smile to yourself before glancing to the clock.

9:32pm. Mike will be home soon.

Mike asking you to watch over his little sister in the evenings has become part of your schedule. He has Fridays and Saturdays off, but other than that, you’re cooking Abby’s dinner and making sure she gets some sleep, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Some might think it an inconvenience to constantly watch over your boyfriend’s little sister and end up seeing her more than him, but you adore Abby.

Sure, she might not talk very much, but she’s a very creative girl. It’s hard not to like her.

When Mike first introduced you to each other, Abby ignored your greetings and went right back to her room to draw. At first, you were pretty sad about her initial reaction to you and Mike’s relationship, but Mike managed to convince you that her reaction was a positive one.

That was five months ago.

Now, Abby draws next to you instead of in her room and will answer questions about the drawings. Plus, if you catch her in the right mood, she’ll tell you about her friends.

You yawn as you flick through the TV channels until you land on a documentary about seals. You glance to the clock.

9:46pm. Mike will be home soon.

Your eyes drift from the clock to the floor. A rather beaten up book lays half open, a ripped page on display.

You heave yourself off the couch and over to the book. You carefully pick it up and close it to see the cover.

Dream Theory. Interesting.

You flip to the back to read the blurb while walking back to the sofa.

You flop back onto the couch and flip to the first page. The seal documentary plays in the background, the narrator now detailing the wonders of how they hunt.

You prop your head up on the armrest and lay down, reading through the book.

Just as you’re getting invested in the book, you hear the lock unlock. Turning the TV off with a click, you turn around, only to be met with the sight of your exhausted boyfriend. You smile.

“Hey,” You greet as you get up and off the couch to meet him at the door.

Mike nods and grunts a small “Hey, baby.”

“How was work?”

Mike shrugs, and his gaze drifts down to the book in your hand. He blinks.

“You’re reading my book?” He asks curiously, causing you to glance to the book.

“Oh… yeah. Sorry.” You apologize bashfully and hand him the book, resting your other arm at your side.

Mike shakes his head dismissively at your apology. “What d’you think?”

You stare at him blankly. “…What?”

“The book. What do you think of the book? The theory?”

Realization dawns on you. When you see an eager glint in Mike’s eyes, you weakly shrug.

“I mean… I’m not too far in, but it seems interesting.”

A hint of a smile graces Mike’s lips. “So it seems possible.” You nod.

You smile softly at his excitement from your words.

“Anyways…” You wrap your arms around his neck for a hug. “How was work?” You ask again.

His arms loosely wrap around your waist as he buries his head into your neck. “Fine,” He murmurs quietly. “How’s Abby? Did she eat dinner?”

You smile at his worry for his sister. “Yeah. And she drew next to me afterwords.” At your words, you can feel Mike relax.

“She’s been doing better. You’ve been doing better. I can tell.” A low chuckle rumbles from his chest.

“I don’t know about that.” He murmurs dismissively into your shoulder.

You blink, frowning at his words. “What makes you say that? You haven’t dreamt of Garrett since Freddy’s, right?” You pull away from the hug and rest your hands on his shoulders. His hands come to rest on your hips as he sighs softly.

“Well, no…”

“So why do you say that?” You frown softly, bringing a hand to cup his face.

“Just… things have been going smoothly. Almost—almost too smoothly.” Mike mumbles, leaning into your touch as his eyes flutter closed.

You sigh again. “Mike… look at me,” He reluctantly opens his eyes, but his gaze rests on your chin instead of your eyes.

“You’re okay. You have a new job that has pretty okay pay and hours, both Abby and you are happier, and you know what happened to Garrett. Right?”

Mike stubbornly stares at your chin, staying silent.

“So why do you say that, baby?”

“I just…” Mike trails off. “…I’m used to having something to worry about.”

You frown. “What, and there’s nothing to worry about now?”

Mike blinks and slowly looks to your eyes. “…Huh?”

“I don’t mean to make you feel worse, but you still have things to worry about.”

You can see panic rise in Mike’s eyes. “What… what do I have to worry about?”

You smile fondly at your boyfriend.

“You gotta think of a present for me for our six-month anniversary.”

You can practically see the gears turning in the man’s head as he stares at you quizzically. Finally, he cracks a smile.

“…Weird way to comfort me.” He looks away, smiling to himself.

“Yeah, but what else would get you to smile?” Mike rolls his eyes, causing you to chuckle. Your gaze drifts to the kitchen, reminding you that Mike almost never has dinner when he works evenings.

“You didn’t have dinner, right? I’ll make you something.” You start to head to his kitchen to quickly make him something to eat.

“…Wait.” Mike murmurs softly, lightly grabbing your sleeve.

You turn to him curiously, only to see a slightly bashful Mike staring at the floor.

“…Sleep here tonight?”

You can feel yourself smiling. “Of course.”

Mike’s shoulders visibly relax.

“Now, let’s get you something to eat.”

[amazingmsme]

From Predator to Prey

AN: as y’all can probably tell, I’m caught up on tickletober & posted all the ones I’ve already written. So things might be a little slower the rest of the month lmao. Enjoy some goofy Tinkoffski fluff for day 16!

Ted was running for his life down endless yellow halls. Sometimes, he would get lucky enough to be released back into the real world, but no matter how much time has passed, he always ends up back here.

"Oh Teddybear, where'd you goooo?" the yellow goat monstrosity's voice echoed down the halls in a singsong tone. "You know I'll just find you again. It's inevitable."

The walls stretched in front of him, making the next exit seem miles away. Ted wasn't as fazed as he was the first few times, but he knew going that way would be pointless. He also knew that that... thing didn't plan on hurting him, but he honestly wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not, given the circumstances. Apparently, he'd broken too many "toys" in the past, and was trying to "be gentle" with him.

Of course, his version of gentle apparently meant tickling him past the point of delirium, and then some.

Ted caught his breath around a corner, heart pounding in his chest as he listened to the beast of a man get closer.

"Come on out, I promise I'm not gonna hurt you!" He sounded close now, and he could hear the loud rhythmic clack of his hooves. Ted pressed his back against the wall, wishing he could just disappear.

"The longer you hide, the longer I get to tickle you," he taunted, dragging out the last two words as his voice jumped in pitch. Ted felt goosebumps race down his skin as nervous butterflies filled his stomach. He forced himself to slow his breath; he could not let himself be found.

He could see his shadow looming around a corner, and Ted mentally prepared himself. He could do this. Easy as pie. Nothing to it. Just get him before he gets you.

If Ted was going to act, he needed to do so now.

~~~

Tinky had shrunk to his more human form, intent on dishing out a more humane form of torture. He wanted this toy to last, not like the countless others. He was starting to... feel things for this pathetic little plaything, and despite Nibbly's incessant warning, he stopped wanting to hurt him. And so he shifted to mind games within the maze, torture him with his own fucked up memories until he's gone mad.

And then that got boring, but if he were being honest it... upset him seeing him like that. And suddenly he didn't want to scare him either.

He wanted Ted to like him. Fuck, he wanted Ted to like him so bad. He needed it. He wanted to trap him in his box forever. He wanted to hug him so tight he pops. And yet, he refrains. Instead, he gives him the gift of endless laughter, and Ted still looks at him with nothing but fear in those dazzling eyes. He still screamed and ran every time he saw him. Why couldn't he see just how nice he was being?

He just barely rounded another corner when he was tackled from the side. He landed flat on his back with a weight settling across his waist. What the-

"Teddybear? What's the meaning of thihihis? Hehehey, wahahait!" he giggled in surprise as wiggling fingers plunged under his arms.

“Don’t call me that! Now listen up asshole, you’re gonna let me go, or else,” he threatened. He drilled his thumbs in the center of his hollows, drawing tight circles. Tinky threw his head back with a snort, followed by a string of loud, frantic cackles. Ted paused to let him answer, partly shocked by how effective his touch had been.

Tinky gasped for breath, staring at him with a dazed smile, eyes sparkling. “O-or else what?”

Ted sighed and made a show of cracking his knuckles. “Or else I’ll tickle you for all eternity or whatever. Or until you break and decide to let me go. Your choice,” he flashed a condescending smile, settling his hands right on his ribcage.

Tinky jumped at the movement, nervous giggles pouring out. Ted cocked his head in amusement. “Really? I haven’t even done anything yet,” he taunted, letting his restless fingers twitch. Tinky flinched with a whine.

“B-but I cahan’t just let you go! It doesn’t wohohork lihike thahahahat!” he pleaded even as he broke down in giggles.

“Sure it does! You can let me go whenever you want; you just don’t want to. But that’s okay, I’ll change your mind,” he spoke casually as he began kneading into his ribs. Tinky sputtered and burst out laughing, arching into the touch. “I mean, I literally have nothing else to do except tickle the hell outta you. How long do you think you can laugh before you tap out? Whatever you are, your stamina’s gotta be crazy! I bet you can go a week, minimum!”

“A week? Nohoho! Plehease, you cahahan’t!” he cried out through helpless shrieks and squeals. He cackled and thrashed beneath Ted when his hands lowered to squeeze his sides and belly. He tried to grab the offending hands, but wasn’t able to keep his grip. He screeched and kicked his legs out when he hit a bad spot.

“Pretty fuckin’ ironic how the tickle monster is deathly ticklish,” Ted taunted, vibrating a clawed hand over his tummy.

Tinky felt himself honest to God blush at his words. “Noho I’m nohohot!” he denied, shaking his head as he bucked his hips. That only drew his attention.

“Oh, what’s this? Are your hips ticklish too?” he asked, latching onto the bone and squeezing relentlessly.

“OHOHO SHIHIHIT! Stohohop! Thahahat’s sohoho BAHAHAD!” he wailed as soon as he grabbed his waist.

“Oh, it’s bad? Well it can’t be worse than any of the times you got me! I don’t even know how long you kept at it, so I’ll be honest, I really don’t feel sorry for you! So I think I just might keep at it loooong after you finally give up, just to teach you a lesson.”

Tinky giggled and squirmed on the ground. “Thahat’s nohohot fahahair!” he whined, hiding his face behind a hand. “I-I just wahahanna hahahave sohome fun! I dihidn’t dohoho ahahanythihing!” he tried to insist his innocence. Ted scoffed and barked out a laugh.

“Uh, yeah, sure,” he said in a mocking, condescending tone. He scribbled across his tummy, relishing in the squeal of shock that followed. “You have to know to deserve this,” he taunted.

“Nohoho I dohohon’t!”

“Mmm, you’ll have to try harder than that if you wanna convince me. But hey, for all I know, you’re probably loving this-” He was. “I honestly see the appeal, think I might just have to do this every time you drag me here.”

“Noooo!”

“That was such a yes no,” Ted chuckled at the strange monster’s endearing reactions. He really could get used to this.

“Ohohokahahay fine! Maybe I dohoho deserve aha little punishment,” he admitted through giggles.

“Glad you agree. Now, let’s see how long it takes for you eldritch motherfucker to tap out.”

“Wahahait, Teheheddy don’t! I’m sorry, I-I won’t do it again! AHA NO! Not there, please! I’m like, crazy ticklish, you cahahan’t!”

“Aw, that’s good to know and really fuckin’ cute! Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to put that information to good use.” Tinky felt his heart racing in his chest; Ted was flirting and teasing him, and he fucking winked at him when he pinched his waist, and he couldn’t stand it.

Tinky laid there, trapped beneath a monster of his own making. And he didn’t mind one bit.

[white-eagle-roleplay]

FO4 Memories #3

Happy Belated Fallout Friday, guys! Was feeling under the weather yesterday, so my post is delayed to today! Hancock's first affinity conversation with my sole survivor got interrupted by raiders, but his final one was as romanctic as you could get. Imagine this: you enter an abandoned church with Hancock late at night to escape the rain and catch some shuteye. Surrounded by candles, he nervously asks you if you have the time to talk, and gives you the option to romance him... So, being the writer that I am, I had to write a short drabble based off of a real affinity conversation that I had with Hancock during my last playthrough of FO4!

Pairings: Hancock x reader Words: about 1267

Hancock stumbled into the abandoned church after you, eager to get out of the cold, icy rain. By some miracle, it was completely void of raiders and super mutants—there wasn't even a single radroach. It was almost too good to be true, but after carefully scouting the premises, it became clear that the church was indeed empty. Breathing a sigh of relief, you lowered your gear onto a dusty pew while Hancock began lighting some candles on the tables behind you. It wasn’t much, and the roof was leaking in a few places, but it was better than nothing. If you pulled a few of those pews together and spread a sleeping bag under them, you could make a cozy bed… "Hey, uh… When you have a moment, I've got something I need you to hear." You almost dropped your bag in surprise at the sudden closeness of Hancock’s voice. The ghoul mayor had always been surprisingly quiet upon his feet, and tonight was no exception. You stopped what you were doing and glanced over your shoulder. “Of cour—” You froze, surprised at how nervous the ghoul appeared. This was very uncharacteristic of him, especially with his charismatic, flirtatious demeanor. Although now that you thought about it, he had been quieter and more pensive than usual as well… Concerned, you stood up and walked over to him. "Is everything alright? Hancock was quick to reply, his words rasping out before you had finished speaking. "Oh yeah, better than that. This is just… tricky." Hancock averted his gaze and rocked from one foot to the other before finally drawing in a deep breath and turning to face you. "It’s just… being out here with you… It’s made me realize that most of my life I’ve been running out on the good things I got.” His words were cautiously paced and carefully selected, as though he had been rehearsing this conversation in his head for quite some time. “I skipped out on my family, my life in Diamond City." Once the words started tumbling out, Hancock could not stop—so you just let him continue. “Took up with you just to get outta Goodneighbor.” He paused, his face contorting with regret. “Hell, running from myself is what made me into… into a damn ghoul…"

This caught you by surprise, because on the rare occasions that Hancock did talk about his past, he never referred to his ghoulishness so negatively. It made you realize that the mayor of Goodneighbor might be less secure about himself than he let on, and that all that confidence he exuded was just a facade. Your gaze softened, but you did not interrupt. He rarely talked about himself, let alone his past. If you said anything now, you might not get another chance to learn about the ghoul you had developed feelings for. “It’s just…” Hancock’s voice was soft, and his gaze even softer, “Being out here with you, it’s made me realize just how small time I’d been thinking, and that maybe all my running from my life, myself… maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing after all.” The ghoul seemed less nervous than when he initiated the conversation, but something told you that there was still more to come. You had no idea what, but you could tell that what he needed right now was an open ear and support. Finally, you reached out and laid a hand upon Hancock’s arm, your fingers brushing against the crimson velvet of his coat. “You may have run,” you agreed gently, “But you always ran for a reason.” Hancock’s lips spread into a small smile. “Been trying to convince myself of that for a long time,” he said, “but hearing that coming from someone like you… I don’t know if you understand what that means to me.” There was something about the tone of his voice that gave you pause and made your heart beat just a little faster… Thinking back to how nervous he had been at the start of the conversation, a sudden realization began to dawn upon you. Could it be… “So, lemme get to the point,” Hancock continued, “Throwing in with you has been the best decision I’ve ever made. It’s like I found a part of myself I never realized was missing… which happens sometimes when you’re a Ghoul.” He gave a wry smile, a small inside joke between him and himself. “If I hadn’t taken up with you, I’d probably be in a gutter somewhere, getting gnawed on by radroaches. You have been one hell of a friend.” One hell of a friend. Your heart sank at those words, and your chest felt as though a cold fist had just pummeled through it. You swallowed the bitter taste upon your tongue. Could it be that you had misinterpreted him? He did have reputation for being… very affectionate… But then, there were times when you suspected that there may have been something more, especially with the way his voice softened and his gaze deepened… "Have… have you ever thought about us as maybe more than just friends?” As soon as those words left your mouth, you wanted to take them back. What if you had misinterpreted everything, and were just about to ruin— "Heh," Hancock breathed, a sad smile spreading across his ruined lips. "It that obvious?" His voice seemed to crack, and when you looked over at him, his face was tight, as though he was struggling to keep it passive. Before you could say anything, he plunged on, trying to cover himself. "But come on, you don’t want to wake up to this mug every morning. Never wish that on anyone I cared for…" This last part was spoken so quietly that it was barely audible against the increasing storm. "Hancock…" It was then that you realized that he was terrified of rejection, and that he really was far more insecure than he let on. And here you were worried that he only saw you as a friend, when in fact he had been harboring deep emotions for you for who knows how long. Gathering your courage, you reached out and tenderly touched his jaw, tilting his face towards yours. "Hey…" you said softly, "D-don't call yourself that. You're perfect the way you are and… nothing would make me happier than waking up to your handsome face every morning." You felt your cheeks grow warm as you tenderly caressed Hancock's scarred check. "Screw anyone who makes you feel ashamed…”

With a smile, Hancock reached up and covered your hand with his, holding it against his cheek. "Wasn't thinking about the folks doing the shaming," he murmured. He brushed his lips against your fingertips in a delicate kiss, then pulled you into a tight embrace, his face burying into the crook of your neck. You could have sworn that you felt a dampness against your skin… Tentatively, you wrapped your arms around him and gently rubbed his back. “Hancock? You… are you alright?” “Yeah…” Hancock’s voice no longer sounded nervous, but rather relieved. He went silent for a minute, then exhaled slowly. “Heh… You know… moments like this, I know all that karma stuff is bull, because no one like me should be this lucky…" For a long time, he stood there, holding your body firmly against his. Time seemed to slow to a standstill, and the world reduced to nothing but the dust, empty pews, and flickering candles around you. The storm outside had long since ended, or perhaps it was drowned out by the beating of your own heart…

[lazzarella]

Peaceful Property rambling incoming! I wrote it in like ten minutes, so it’s a mess, but I’ve been meaning to write this since ep 6 and I just wanted to finally get some of my thoughts out. This really is more for myself than anything I guess 😅

TL;DR I’m finding the writing in Peaceful Property really good and satisfying, especially when it comes to tropes I sometimes find frustrating or offputting or that are often poorly executed imho

The writing in Peaceful Property has been so good and so satisfying to me so far! The pacing in general is really nice, and there's been some nice misdirection/red herrings (I kept forgetting to write about this and now I can't remember what they were lol) and I think the pace of the reveals has been really good too. Like, if we knew from the outset that Peach was hit by a car and died for a while, I feel like it would've been easier to suspect Home's involvement? Similarly, if we knew that Home had been involved in a hit and run earlier, I don't think the audience would've sympathised with him as much (of course, some people have lost sympathy with him now, and that's understandable)

But the writing is also a good illustration of how tropes that aren't my favourite or can be frustrating for me can end up enjoyable in certain writers' hands. Obviously, this is just a personal preference, but I often find the 'person wants to confess something and takes their time doing it because they're nervous and then, when they're finally ready, the person they want to confess to finds out some other way with disastrous results' trope frustrating at times. But it worked SO well here! I think the frustration sometimes comes from it not fitting characters, but it fits Home and Peach so well and the setup worked well to make it believable for me too!

Like, Home has never had to take responsibility for anything ever. Of course he doesn't know how to own up to what he's done wrong! Especially not to someone he truly cares about! (Which also seems like a rarity in his life). Like, he literally has no precedent in his life to draw from as far as we know. And he has a family and he doesn't want to risk it and he wants the apology to be perfect. So, it makes sense to me that he would hesitate and take so long!

And, of course, Peach's devastation is believable, but him jumping to the conclusion that Home knew all along when he sees the video makes sense too! Yeah, he's learnt to trust Home, but seeing that video would just really mess you up, right? That the worst thing that's ever happened to you was done by this person you now see as family? I think it's easy to assume he'd known who he hit. And Home's family stepping in before Home can explain also makes perfect sense because they've done it before. So, yeah, where I can sometimes find this setup frustrating and annoying because it doesn't fit the characters or it's just sort of weak, I thought it was really strong here

(As a sidenote: I'm not necessarily mad at Kan, but really really curious about what's going on with her, so that's another nice piece of writing for me personally. I'm not saying she's not out of line, but she's so mysterious that, yeah, I'm just SO damn curious more than anything)

I can also go either way on the 'poor person rejects rich person's money out of pride, etc.' trope. But, again, I thought it worked perfectly here! There were a couple of other posts that went over why it made sense for them, and it definitely worked for me too. Peach is still very emotionally raw, he believes his friend—his family—has been lying to him all along, probably using the money to assuage his guilt, and now this attorney says he's there on Home's behalf, so he's reacting emotionally on some level. (I mean, we see him not long after sobbing on the bathroom floor) He feels used and betrayed and the money—even for the work he's already done—symbolises that to him. 

So, yeah, like a lot of the writing in the show, his rejection of return of the money is symbolic of severing ties with Home and rejecting what he sees as corrupt ideals, or whatever. He wants Home to know, without a doubt, that he wants nothing more to do with him. And, because Peach thinks Home cares more about money than anything else (and has good reason to believe so), this feels like a 'hit 'em where it hurts' thing to me too? 

But, yeah, sometimes I hate this trope, but it worked well for me here as well because of the way it was written

Anyway, I'm repeating what others have said, and I don't know where I'm going with this, but, in conclusion, I'm finding the writing SO satisfying. I could probably do a breakdown of every ep, but I won't because I'm lazy and also just parroting what's been said already haha

[ryuichirou]

Hello, 💜🌹 anon here! I don’t send asks too often but I’m pretty sure that’s the emojis I used lol.

Idk if you’ve been asked this before but was there ever a point you felt apprehensive or nervous about making NSFW art? If so how did you work through it? It’s ok if you don’t have an answer or it’s too personal. I’m just looking to work through some of my own hang ups so I figured I’d ask.

-💜🌹

Hi, 💜🌹 Anon ! It’s good to hear from you; thank you for your ask!

I think I talked about a similar topic at some point, but I since it’s been a long time, I don’t mind talking about it again.

To be honest, I feel like I only had moments of doubt and anxiousness when it comes to sharing art, not creating it. Over the years there were periods during which we wouldn’t post any smut at all, and sometimes we would gather some courage and start spamming it, some other time we created a separate acc for nsfw stuff; I feel like we went through everything lol But no matter what happens with our posting, I’ve always been drawing smut behind the curtains. Fortunately and thankfully, when it comes to art, for the most part I am pretty shameless lol

I was the most nervous about drawing spicy stuff back when I was a teen because I really wanted to start doing it, but it was very intimidating + I felt like I was doing something bad, like I wasn’t supposed to draw it because of how young I was + because it’s inappropriate in general. It’s silly to think about this now… But my very first nsfw sketches had this stupid censor round emoji-like thingie that Katsu absolutely fucking hated LOL

I wasn’t even posting this stuff anywhere, Katsu was the only one who saw those sketches! Who I was censoring it for??

In actuality, I think it was me being very shy about drawing explicit stuff, so those ugly things kind of helped me to get used to drawing smut.

To answer your question… I think it depends on why you have those hang-ups and what exactly prevents you from drawing things that you want to draw.

If it’s that you are not confident in your skill, then don’t worry about it and take it easy. One good thing about nsfw is that it’s pretty fun to study, be it irl/photo references or other people’s art.

If it’s you being uncomfortable or embarrassed, try not to stress yourself out too much; similarly to what I did, draw something that isn’t as embarrassing to draw: a lot of people draw hot stuff without ever picturing genitalia. It’s art, after all.

If you feel ashamed, please don’t be? I know I make it sound easy, but smut and kinky drawings/stories are a pretty natural thing. Even artists who are known for drawing cute things or animating cartoons have a lot of nsfw drawings, the majority of which we’ll never see lol

If you are anxious about sharing your stuff, then don’t do it for now or create a small locked acc for it, or just draw for yourself and your friends for some time. You know, low stakes, high rewards – you’ll develop a habit and comfortability, which is a very important base to build before diving into this.

Whatever is the case, ask yourself whether you really want to draw it or not; because ultimately this is the only reason that matters.

Oh! Watch “Quills” (2000), I feel like it could also give you a nice morale boost lol At least in terms of realising that there is nothing weird or unusual in this kind of interest…

If you want me to elaborate on any of those points or have any more questions, please let me know.

Thank you!

[enheeki]

beautiful stranger | y.jungwon

pairing: jungwon x reader

genre: fluff !

wc: 726

synopsis: how you ended up on the train early in the morning still confuses you too. meeting a cute boy was also not something you thought would happen.

a/n: "innocent crush on the morning commute", this fic was inspired by the song beautiful stranger by laufey ! it's been so long since i last posted on here. i didn't really plan on posting on here very often (and still don't lol), but i had this idea and had the motivation to write something. i hope you enjoy it<3

you don’t know how you got there, but your body was on autopilot. it was like your legs had a mind of their own. you found yourself at the subway station. you didn’t really know where you wanted to go, but you bought a ticket anyway. 

the train made a loud screech as it came to a full stop. the doors opened and you walked into the train. it was a fairly quiet morning. there weren't as many people as you thought there would be. there were a few people on the train already. since it wasn’t crowded, it was easy finding a seat. 

you sat down and pulled out your phone. the woman on the intercom said something, but it was drowned out by the sound of your music. the train started to move and you sat back and relaxed.

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

looking up from your phone, you made eye contact with the person sitting across from you. he looked to be around 19 years old. brown hair, and boba like eyes. he smiled at you, and your heart almost stopped. he had such an innocent smile; you could’ve sworn you saw a dimple too. you smiled back, not to be rude, and he seemed pleased.

he looked back down at his phone and started typing away. you didn’t want to look away, but you knew it was rude to stare at people. you looked back down at your phone too, although, every now and then, you’d sneak glances at him.

something about him was drawing you in. you weren’t exactly sure what it was about him. maybe it was his dimple showing through as he smiled. or maybe it was the way he chuckled after watching a short cat video on his phone. he was cute. he still had a small smile on his face as he scrolled through his phone. he looked up once again, and you immediately looked away. 

the train was slowing down as the lady on the intercom announced the next stop. embarrassed from being caught staring, and as naturally as possible, you got up from your seat. the doors opened and you sped walked out not looking back. 

“hey, wait up!”

you turned around and noticed the boy got out of the train as well. you stopped walking and stared back at him, puzzled, as he jogged towards you. 

finally catching up, he stopped in front of you and pulled out his phone. “i didn’t know if i would ever see you again so…”

you looked down at his phone, his phone app open, then back up at him confused. “oh i’m sorry…” he chuckled, a hint of pink appeared on his cheeks as he continued, “can i have your number? i just… i thought you were really pretty and when you smiled back at me i… yeah…” 

you noticed him fidgeting with his jacket sleeve. he looked rather small in his jacket since it seemed a bit oversized. it was cute. feeling a bit nervous, he bit his lip. with longing eyes, he waited for a response. 

you gave him a soft smile “sure.” you grabbed his phone and started typing in your number. he let out a sigh of relief, “thank you!” he said, his eyes lighting up. his dimple popped out again, and you felt as if your heart just melted. 

you gave him back his phone and he called your number. your phone started to ring so he ended it. “save my number! maybe we can go out for some coffee or something?” you watched as he typed your name in as ‘subway girl’

“i’d like that,” you said, feeling a bit shy. this was the last thing you thought would happen. you weren’t at all expecting to get someone’s number. hell, you didn’t even know why or how you ended up on the train in the first place.

“i’ve gotta go, i’ll text you!” he said as he started heading back towards the incoming train. he did a little fist pump in the air, and you laughed under your breath.

“wait! i didn’t catch your name!” you yelled out. you walked towards him. you didn't notice the station get a bit more crowded while you were having your little interaction with him.

he smiled, his dimple showing once again. “jungwon. my name’s jungwon.” 

[we-will-be-reun1ted]

─── ⋆⋅Body⋅⋆ ───

Okay so first straight off the bat, the twins are not human. That’s canon and that’s been established. So in my eyes, that means they aren’t going to have the same kind of bodies.

I’m not going to go into their appearances in this post as that’s a completely different thing. I may draw them but I’m not getting my hopes up.

Anywho bodies! So. The twins have very specific functions to do with their bodies to make it easier for them to travel around space from universe to universe. Starting of with this - they do not have stomachs.

I imagine that since they are travelling around space a lot when they aren’t in a world, they don’t really have much to eat up there. So the food that they do eat when they are in a world actually gets absorbed into their bodies and converted into energy rather than just being digested. This means that they don’t need the bathroom, don’t gain or lose weight or anything like that.

When travelling space they can’t really take food since on average the food will probably disintegrate into a dust and undergo chemical changes in the vacuum. So, to be able to have the energy to travel for a long time, they have to eat a lot of food before leaving. Like tons. The amount that would make even Paimon nervous.

The both feel pretty sick afterwards but it works!

Another thing kinda cool about their bodies is that the twins are able to change certain aspects about their body.

An example of this is that they could technically change their physical genders if they really want to.

I imagine both of them are comfortable in their genders (Lumine a girl, Aether a guy) but they weren’t really born as such. These two were created from an explosion and a lot of things happening at the same time which just so correlated to them being made. They were both kind of one being that split into two. Basically, shooting stars in the vessel as humans.

Neither were raised on a gender or had any concept of that until they started travelling to other worlds, which is when they technically ‘chose’ what to be.

This can be physically changed. It would take a lot of their energy but if they had the will and want, they could do it.

This doesn’t really happen though as it takes way too much of their energy and they are both happy as they are.

This is kind of relating to the last one about being able to change things about their body

This is a bit of an odd one so bare with me. Kinda inappropriate but in the biology class inappropriate way.

Right, they have stuff like sperm, egg, normal stuff like that though like ✨yassified✨cause these mfs ain’t human. Maybe Aethers cum is glittery or something I don’t fucking know.

Whatever so the cool thing about them is they are able to literally turn their fertility on and off like a switch. Neither want kids. They are planning on travelling forever why would either want to settle down and start a family with someone they meet in one of the worlds. I’m gonna use Lumine as an example of this in the least graphic terms possible.

So as I’ve said, Lumines a sexual being. Nothing wrong with that. When she has sex, she doesn’t have to use any form of protection as she can just turn her fertility off pretty much. If she ever wanted a child she could pretty much just turn her eggs or whatever back on and then bam. It does take a few days for her body to adjust so she would have to do it a few days prior. This is the same for Aether.

This one’s just weird to be honest. I say as if the last three haven’t been just as weird.

The two are able to grown back their limbs like lizards can crow back their tails.

I don’t say that lightly. They can’t just go “oh haha I’m gonna cut off my arm and throw it at someone for a funny prank XD” and then immediately grow it back. No it’s an extremely long and painful process. Firstly, losing the limb would be just as painful as it would be for the normal person. Maybe slightly less as they both have incredibly high pain tolerances, but certainly not ideal. To make matters worse, the growing part would be even more painful and cost them a LOT of energy.

It would take a long ass time. It’s not just gonna grow back overnight. And even after it’s back they are going to struggle to move it or do anything with it for a while afterwards so it will just be limp next to them for a while. They will basically have to relearn movements in that limb.

Say for example, Aethers right leg is cut off, poor guy. Once it grows back, if he had any scars or tattoos or anything on it previously it would no longer be there. It will be completely plain. A normal leg.

A rule for this is the brain must still be fully functioning with the rest of the body for this to work. You can’t just cut off one of their heads and expect the body to start growing again. If you cut off the head, they die. Simple.

[eliteseven]

I just finished Consonance. As Shadowheart herself would say, no notes. It was so lovely and sweet. Thank you for giving us this amazing fic, will there be more to come?

Omg this is seriously too kind!! 🥹 Thank YOU for reading and stopping by! I’m so glad you liked it! It was a lot of fun to write.

Consonance is technically finished (though I have some requests for oneshots in that universe, so I’ll be adding those at some point- like a Tav/Shar confrontation that never made the cut). I have a suggestion box for any specific requests! You can always feel free to request something and if it fits, I’ll try to work it in, or we might just end up discussing it for fun 🥰

Currently: I’m doing a requested prompt as a little warmup to get back into writing, (In which Tav returns from Avernus with Karlach after nearly a year and surprises Shadowheart, since they never made it to the post-game reunion). I'll post it tomorrow after a little proofreading!

If you read my other works- I’m working on finishing “Better Than You Remember” and getting to the other NLS series requests in the queue. Since it’s been like 1000 years since I've posted, here’s a preview: (sorry, Ik it’s not Consonance, but I don’t have anything ready for that just now 😭💀).

Tav always reacts to her touches, even the faintest brush of her lips. 

But there is something about the way she closes her eyes that tells Shadowheart that something more is at play here. 

Shadowheart does what she does best- she draws the truth from Tav’s lips through touch. She rakes her fingernails lightly across Tav’s stomach under the water. Each little kiss makes Tav’s lashes flutter with pleasure at the sensation, molding into Shadowheart’s touch like soft clay. 

Her free hand takes Tav’s chin delicately and tilts it, allowing her better access to her lover’s neck. 

She nips once at Tav’s throat, and smirks against Tav’s skin when she hisses in surprise. 

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were Astarion.” Tav mutters with a little grin and enjoys the way Shadowheart chuckles against her. 

“I suppose I do want to feed on you, in a sense.” Shadowheart muses playfully, and pulls a face. “Just…not like that.”

“Be careful what you start. We’re expected in High Hall by nightfall, and your goddess herself can’t pry me away from you, once we’ve begun.”Tav laughs, but yet again- Shadowheart finds she’s not entirely there. “-And I’d hate to make a poor impression as guests of honor, for Wyll’s sake.” She adds, as an afterthought. 

Ever since they’ve arrived in Baldur’s Gate, she’s had a particularly tense quality about her, her gaze never fully present. 

She decides that a direct approach may be the best option, after all. 

“Is that what has you so tense?” Realization dawns across Shadowheart’s face. “...Of course it is, how doltish of me. It’s your first time back in royal court, in this capacity. You’re nervous.” She says it so matter-of-factly, there’s little room for any kind of argument. 

Tav sighs. “Perhaps I’m just nervous to be in the presence of such breathtaking company.” She tries, in one final attempt, to steer Shadowheart away from the truth. 

She tries, and fails. Shadowheart rolls her eyes at the pathetic attempt. “I’ve little patience for your dodgery, Lady Tavyndír.”

[valyalyon]

6 Harvest Whispers

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CW: pregnancy symptoms, violence, gang interactions, police character. MDNI. 2.1K Words.

By the 9th of May, life felt picture perfect. There was normalcy, there was a routine of luxury relaxation that permeated Star’s every day life with Jasper. Especially now that she was 18 weeks pregnant.

The old man would frequently take her out on spa days, shopping trips, and he always made sure that all her cravings were satisfied. He always told her he’d be sad if he found out her cravings weren’t all settled by him.

That night, Jasper was getting ready to leave for the Red Highway while Star sat on the bed, drawing circles on her tummy. They were talking every few minutes, but the man was in the bathroom when he heard his girlfriend yelp.

He quickly went to check on her, and saw her touching her pregnant belly with a look of excitement burning in her sweet green eyes, “Jasper… I just felt the baby move… I think I saw it.”

He was at her side, touching her belly all over and talking to the baby, “let me see you move you tough little rugrat.”

Their baby did kick in response and the couple were both watching it happen. Star was wide eyed, and gently ran her index along her belly, “I’m so excited to meet our baby.”

Jasper kissed her, and smiled at her when he pulled away, “I am too.”

…

By Star’s 19th week of pregnancy, the movement of their baby was more frequent.

That night, Star and Jasper were getting dressed to go to the Red Highway together. Jasper had a business meeting to attend to, and Star had finally agreed to join him.

I don’t wanna ride alone down this dark and lonesome road ‘cause even cowboys can get lonely from time to time.

Star still felt nervous, but she had realized that she was feeling more nervous alone in the guest house. She worried that if he died on the Red Highway, no one would ever tell her. She couldn’t lose him, so she decided to go with him.

Star wore one of her midi dresses and held onto Jasper’s arm. The strong older man walked with her to the truck, helping her into the passenger’s seat once there.

She leaned back comfortably in the seat, as Jasper came around the truck and entered the driver’s seat. The man made sure Star was still comfortable, asking her, “you sure you want to come?”

She nodded her head, touching her tummy with her hands gently, “I’d rather be at your side than not at all.”

The older man smiled at her sweet words, and they started on their trip.

About half-way through their voyage to a small town on the Red Highway, Jasper got a call on the speakers of his phone from Dahlia. He answered the call.

She was seemingly calm, “hey. Got a call from your dad’s nurse. She says she doesn’t think he has much time left, that he might die within a couple days.”

Jasper rolled his eyes, “how many times has she told us he has a couple days left? I’ve been waiting for years at this point.”

“He’s a piece of shit but he’s still your father. Aren’t you worried for him?” Dahlia asked with a more serious tone.

“He physically abused me for years and was generally a shitty man that expected too much of me,” the old man said in exasperation, driving very safely, “the answer to your question is: no.”

Dahlia laughed a little, and then asked, “where are you and Star headed?”

“Taking Ember on a work trip to the Red Highway… you know how those criminals are out there. Got an undercover meeting with gang members, we’re getting to meet their boss,” Jasper essentially lied to his wife.

She wasn’t involved in his illegal crime business. She knew he was the Sheriff of Sunwoods and that he had a substantial territory to “protect and serve”.

The Red Highway was known for so many different criminal organizations and industries. It was a silk road of illegal paraphernalia and had created its own self-sustained communities.

While never addressed by the Heliosea Government in any public statement, the “criminals” of the Red Highway were the ones responsible for taking care of their highway. These criminals accused the government of deciding to negate assistance on H-35, a federally created interstate.

Due to lack of assistance from the government, the Red Highway was able to become an intense, crime-ridden area with well maintained roads and identical towns to commit crimes.

“I don’t even know why the government still makes you go to that Hellish road. You’re too good as Sheriff to just get killed out there,” Dahlia responded, and then added, “my friends are calling, I’m going to hang up. Be safe out there you two.”

…

Arriving in the Red Highway, Jasper drove South until they hit the town they’d be meeting in. From there, he drove to the bar they’d be meeting the gang at, and he parked the truck in the front.

The couple walked into the bar together, and found it empty of any patrons. Dim lights obscured the room, and music played through speakers all around them.

Jasper led her to a booth seat and had her sit inside so he could stand freely to greet the gang members.

The two chatted back and forth, with Star commenting, “it’s easy to disappear out here. I think about that a lot. There isn’t a government, and it’s the gangs you have to answer to, but… there’s a lot you can still do under their noses.”

Jasper chuckled and raised his brows, “you’re an expert at hiding from gangs, then? Why don’t you tell me about the things you can still get away with?”

“I wouldn’t say I’m an expert,” she shook her head, “also, I’m not telling you what my secret is because you benefit from uncovering that information. I would lose my ability to do it if I told you.”

“Sneaky girl,” he tsk’d slightly, and wagged a finger at her dramatically, “you wanna disappear from Sunwoods under my nose… If we weren’t about to have a meeting, I’d have to show you that I am the boss.”

Star rolled her eyes and chuckled at the old man’s dry humor. She went to respond, but his attention was off to the side, looking at the front door of the bar.

The girl decided she wouldn’t speak, and waited as the man’s eyes moved.

Finally, the older man stood up, and shook hands with…

Daniel. Do you happen to remember Daniel? Probably not because his gang name is used more often, how about Dog?

Dog was one of the top men in LJ’s gang, considered the secondary hand to Leviathan.

The gang member greeted Jasper kindly, shaking his hand and avoiding his eyes slightly as he spoke, “Cowboy J, Leviathan said it would be better for us to have the meeting. He said some really rude stuff, as I’m sure you can imagine…”

Jasper was in the middle of speaking when Dog’s eyes began to trace over and would find Star, “I can definitely imagine. That man is unhinged.”

Dog took a step closer, squinting and looking at Star, “Angel? Is that you?”

“This is my girlfriend, her name is Star,” Jasper responded, trying to keep distance between his girl and the young gang member.

Star recognized Dog, yet it had been so long since she heard the name Angel, and she hoped maybe he would believe Jasper.

He didn’t, though. His eyes widened a little as they scanned Star’s face, and soon the man started taking some steps back, “might be better that Leviathan speak to you.”

The old man was about to reject that, but Dog disappeared out the door. Star’s heart rate was elevated and she scooted closer to Jasper who was standing next to the booth, “maybe we should go?”

The man looked down at his young girlfriend and furrowed his brow, “of course not. Were you dating Dog or something?”

“No,” the girl answered as the door slammed open and Lazarus stormed into the bar flanked by at least three other men.

Lazarus walked directly to Jasper, his voice full of irritation, “you’re a fucking disgusting old man.”

Jasper raised his arms defensively, and to taunt Leviathan, “here we go again. Typical Leviathan being completely incapable of having a normal, level-headed discussion.”

“I feel as if I’m pretty level-headed given the circumstances. She was my girl and you have her,” Lazarus looked at Jasper with a serious expression of hatred, “She’s 40 years younger than you, you disgust me.”

“Watch your mouth, kid,” the older man responded, only for Lazarus to approach him, “back the fuck up or I’ll hurt you, Leviathan.”

“Fucking try me, old man,” and with that Lazarus decked Jasper across the face, pouncing to get him to the floor, “I’ll fucking kill you.”

Star screamed from her seat and it made Lazarus pull away from the older man. He came to try to speak to her but Star stood up quickly and went to Jasper’s side.

Seeing her standing, Lazarus could barely make out a bump but couldn’t tell if she had just eaten or if she was pregnant.

He approached the couple, speaking to Star, “my Angel… I miss you so much. Come back, I’ll be whatever you need me to be. He isn’t who you think he is.”

Before Star could even think to respond, Jasper moved forward, shoving Lazarus hard into his men. They quickly sprang into action.

As another scuffle broke out, Jasper grabbed Star by the wrist with his hand and pulled her away quickly.

Jasper rushed Star out of the bar and towards the parking lot, grabbing the attention of the rest of the gang members. The running, the scuffle, the shouting voices of the men and Leviathan, was quite overwhelming and someone pulled a gun.

Jasper closed the passenger side door once Star was inside, and he ran around the front as the shots ran out. There were two and they were quick, followed by a loud scream from Lazarus that quieted the shots.

“Who the fuck is shooting at him? He has Angel, are you fucking insane? Don’t fucking shoot at her!” his voice was so furious it sounded animalistic.

Jasper didn’t waste any time and got in the truck, slamming the door and driving off.

Star had heard what her former lover said, and for a moment she was stunned. She had seen the kid that shot at them, but she hadn’t even seen Lazarus.

People heard him when he screamed that command, but he wasn’t even near enough to identify the culprit. He was just furious that anyone had put her in danger.

Still, she reminded herself that he created the danger that day.

As they were entering the Opportunity Highway, a call came in from Dahlia, Jasper casually asking, “is he finally dead?”

The woman paused, then laughed, “man, you’re fucked in the head.”

“Did you forget who my father was?” Jasper’s eyebrows were furrowed, and he continued keeping his eyes on the road.

“You’re already talking in the past tense,” Dahlia sighed, “how did you even know he was going to die tonight? Did you do something? Just tell me.”

“You know I didn’t, fuck off. I saw the Harbinger of Death, today. I figured you’d give me this news tonight,” Jasper told her, and started to drive with one hand.

The woman’s voice sounded irritated on the other side, “Leviathan. Great. So, he’s still out there.”

His other hand took Star’s hand, and he kissed it before he continued speaking, “terrifying the masses, slowly overrunning all the Red Highway gangs, typical Leviathan behavior.”

“God, if only he could figure out that he was meant to be better than that,” Dahlia sounded disappointed.

“He punched me, I doubt he believes anything is wrong with him. At least, we know where he is. Better than Brutus being on the run all these years,” Jasper said, making Star reflect in her mind to see if she knew a Brutus.

The name didn’t ring a bell to the young girl, but Dahlia recognized it because she continued, “that’s one of those things, though, Jasper. Do you really want to find Brutus?”

“Of course, he’s a dangerous assassin and he’s just running around the country freely. He needs to be arrested,” the man responded.

we are almost done with Harvest Whispers!! What do you think is going to happen in the last chapter? Leave your ideas below!

SONG REFERENCES Lonely Cowboy by KALEO

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Sketch dump extravaganza!

So, the end is near. The end of the owl house that is. I’m excited, and nervous, and happy and sad, and all sorts of other feelings all at once. This show really meant a lot to me, and this is the first time I’ve ever been THIS involved in making stuff for a fandom. It really helped me grow in both my art and my writing, so as a sort of sent off, I put together this! It’s a look back on my Owl house journey in the form of sketches I never posted, process pics, and unfinished works, along with some creator commentary!

Starting it off with a ton of Hunter! Hes been my most drawn victim subject, and one of my top faves. Above is a number of sketches I never finished and a few alternate goof arounds. Sometimes when I feel stuck trying to capture an expression I draw the most basic version of what I wanna get across, both for my amusement and to get out of the funk. More to see below the cut.

This next one was started during the hiatus after Yesterdays Lie and never finished. It proved a bit too challenging at the time.

That background was waaay above my skill level at the time, so this is as far as I got. You’ll notice, Willow is the only fully drawn character. I just really liked how she was coming out.

I already wanted Hunter to be part of the friend gang before he’d even met Willow and Gus, and I wanted them all to have a fun human realm adventure hiking and having a picnic. Here are some sketch highlights.

Hunter found a good walking stick, and then Flapjack found one too. Ghost in a cat backpack, Gus with a dandelion.

Next up is an early imagining of what Belos’s final form might look like.

With a scared Hunter for scale. It was also related to my long running fanfic (good days bad days and all the days in between)  written during that same hiatus along with a few other arts.

Hunter was not the only character I liked to make suffer. Here are a few Raine sketches related to that fic (on the right) and a few unfinished pieces from after we met Terra (On the left)

Next up, in a continuation of the Raine suffering. (And my terrible goofy looking thumbnail sketch on the upper left.)

Sketches from my happy then sad Raine and Eda fanart, featuring dead (or mostly dead) Raine. Fun fact, both the content, and style used here were inspired by the short animated film Fuelled, in which a cat wife seeks revenge for the murder of her cat husband. (Ok, it was actually inspired by a Fuelled fan AMV set to Mitski’s Because Dreaming Costs Money, My Dear, but still, beautiful film, go check it out.) For a change of pace, here’s something cute.

Big happy family with young bats, and baby Hunter. This was going to be for an unfinished fic I started in which the bats are already Raine’s adopted kids, and, unable to let baby Hunter suffer, Raine kidnaps him, and goes to Eda for help. Happy family shenanigans ensue.  Here’s a chunk of that fic. (and we’re back to suffering for both Raine and Hunter, so be warned) -- “Eda, I-I am so sorry to show up like this, but—” Raine swallowed hard, and looked over their shoulder into the distance. Fear in their eyes, like something was going to pop out of the woods and get them. “I did something...and I am in so much trouble and...and I didn’t know who else to turn to.” The kids behind them looked up at her with a mix of fear and hope. One of the younger ones clung to Raine’s pant leg, looking especially weary. “You owe me an explanation.” She said, stepping aside. “But it can wait. Get in here.” “Thank you,” They said, sounding beyond relieved, and absolutely exhausted. The kids followed them inside, and Eda paused in the doorway, looked out into the night, unsure what she was expecting to see. Nothing was out there. “Hey, Hooty.” Eda said quietly. The house demon sleepily gave a hoot of acknowledgment “Keep an eye out. Let me know if you see anything.”  With that she shut the door, and turned to face the...complicated situation she was suddenly faced with. Raine had set the youngest child down on her couch. There was a wad of bloody gauze secured to the kids ear. “Do you have any healing supplies?” Raine asked, firmly focused on the injured ear. “Anything for pain?”  

“Yeah.. uh, I’ll grab um.” she said, moving to fetch the kit. The whole situation was bizarre and confusing, but getting everyone taken care of had to be the first priority.

One of the kids followed her. 

“Do you have any food?” The little pony-tailed kid asked. Truth be told, no, she didn’t. Not much anyway. She really needed to keep more around, especially now that she had— oh, she should mention that. It’s a good thing he was a pretty heavy sleeper.

“Kitchens that way” She said, pointing “Don’t burn the place down. Help yourself to what you find. What are you, five?”

“I’m ten” The kid said “Hunter is five. I’m not five, I’m not a baby.”

“Good for you.” She said, digging through the half depleted healer's kit. “Don’t touch the bottle with the apple on it.”

“Katya,” Raine called, worry in their voice “Where did you go? Come back here please.”

“Sorry!” said the kid whose name was apparently Katya. The kid ran back to the living room, and Eda followed. She handed over the kit.

“It’s not much,” She said. “I can see about whipping up a pain potion. I gotta look up the doses for a kid — how old is...”

“I told you, Hunter is five!” Katya said, exasperated. 

“Katya, please.” Raine said, sounding more tired than frustrated. “Yes, he’s five.”

--

Next up, an unfinished crossover between Owl House and Hades Town

Set to the song Doubt Comes In, with Raine as Orpheus and Eda as Eurydice. I never finished it because I didn’t like how it was turning out (and it was way to much work, lol.) But I still love the crossover. Some highlights below.

Next, sketches from things that did end up finished.

And a few alternate poses and expressions from finished stuff.

Here’s King, and an itty-bitty Eda.

And some post Kings Tide sketching.

Another happy family type sketch from waaay back

and lastly, me!

Its me as an owl house character, featuring a spider beast form, and non-binary cape! So there you have it!

In it’s final secret title message to us, Owl House thanked us for watching, so I want to thank it back for all the entertainment and inspiration it gave me (And thanks to those who have followed, liked, reblogged and commented on my art and writing along the way.). I’m gonna miss it, and I wish it hadn’t been cut short, but I’m looking forward to its last episode. Goodbye Owl House.

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4 Minutes Ep 7 Rewatch + Ep 8 Live Blogging

The very last week of this show, woah. Very curious and nervous how they'll wrap it up. By the end of KinnPorsche I was so over it but I really liked DFF ending (last 10 minutes not withstanding and even then I chose to believe in the more bleak possibility), so I hope this one ends in a good way. Not in the sense that it's a happy ending but rather a suitable ending.

Ep 7 Rewatch (Sep 12)

As usual, when I watched in last Friday, I watched the regular version that's ~2 minutes shorter + was watching it on my phone + it was on the bus with the sun shining so I couldn't see the screen properly. So here's me watching it again on my laptop full-screen.

Saw a post about how Tonkla's cat appears whenever he's thinking of kill, oh man

if you can't come out, you're probably just stuck in the fake world while you're dead in the real one

lol I do find Lukwa and Den so cute

Also Den in general has such a cute face I hope he's also in whatever show BOC has next

oof, seeing the grandma get shot and die through the screen

little Great and Tyme knowing each other is cute but it doesn't actually make me feel much about their current relationship, you know?

I find it interesting that Tyme's parents had the gambling dens + they were being investigated. Although it doesn't mean they should've been murdered, they weren't innocent either

Ep 8 (Sep 13)

Couldn’t watch during lunch break but I ended up going on Twitter a few times and got spoilers such as Fuaiz dying in two series lol and Fuaiz-JJay having similar endings here and DFF apparently.

My headphones are glitching so I can only watch it when holding in a certain way but at least now I downloaded the episode with data and so can also watch when on the subway

Also it's Friday the 13th and that's fitting somehow.

Tyme sees the same 11pm thing like Great. I wonder if he’s gonna remember somehow

Tyme initiates the break up with Nutcha this time

hm the Great and Tyme meeting is completely different. Great seeks Tyme out as a doctor Why? Does he know something? which timeline is he from? does Tyme get flashbacks of himself and Great the way Great got them?

or is it just that this Great is made up in Tyme’s mind and so it doesn’t align? but like idk why Tyme specifically would be hung up romantically over Great

oh is this Why Don't You Stay by Jeff Satur? lol

Tyme’s time went by really fast lol and it was mostly just him and Great hanging out. i thought something more would happen

Korn bringing love into it like what’s that got to do with anything lol

lol Win your little infatuation is a murderer and is being helped to escape by his bf that he was cheating on with you. and he’s probably the paring his gun hm when ppl were drawing parallels did that include Tee being the one who killed White

also funny that Korn’s finally giving Tonkla some attention but he’s the reason Great was shot

The Win-Tonkla-Korn confrontation is insane with the amount of cheating + murderous secrets between them lol. Korn and Tonkla cheated on each other + Korn’s brother helped kill/get rid of Tonkla’s brother so Tonkla shot Korn’s brother

there’s too much sunlight on the bus, i’ve gotta see the screen better

damn, Win really shot Tonkla just like that. useless ass cop, couldn't do shit for Dome but can kill Tonkla just like that

oh Korn’s secret yearning to run away together and abandon his station. ig he really loved Tonkla lol or at least that combined with having nothing n left in this business thus killing himself. I was rooting for Tonkla to kill Korn with his shitty behaviour towards him and was like aw he died before killing Korn but in a way, he’s the reason Korn’s killing himself

the shot of Tonkla Korn lying in the bed and then in the same position dead on the ground is soooo good

I wish Tonkla hadn't just unceremoniously fallen dead immediately after the shot. I wish he was still alive when Korn was cradling him and either said something or had a vision like Korn did or something

also I'm glad that Korn knew everything Tonkla did and still decided to kill himself, like he did it despite knowing it all, he didn't have an incorrect view of Tonkla.

now what is going on in this real life timeline. Tyme mourning his grandma makes sense but Great is beside him hmm ig they both woke up? I remember Great waking up but that was the weird scene where he was shot in the 4 minutes timeline with the assassin shooting him and his mom

also does Great know that Tonkla shot him? he must, right? but he’s like okkkk let’s forgive and forget be happy in the afterlife in love?

i don’t understand Great and Tyme’s relationship (well maybe it’s more understandable after the 4 minutes timelines) but I do get Lukwa/Den lol how cuteee

ohhh the room that Lukwa and Great met at was an art exhibition! I love this actually because I was like ?? if they met in their consciousness, but also I’ve been going to art exhibitions and museums lately and have enjoyed a few of the video art rooms like this, so it feels like great timing for me bc I wouldn’t have had this experience if this show had come out a few months ago. And this art exhibit touched them so deeply and thoroughly that they internalized it for when they went through literally live and death experiences

but who is this ominous woman who did the presentation? it really as if she granted them those 4 minutes lol (though Korn went through the same thing without seeing the exhibit)

wild that Great literally just left while Lukwa was dying lol but it wouldn’t even be his second most egregious crime in that timeline

girl i wanna head Great and Tyme talk a bit more about their experience!! what do they remember etc

oh those angel wings behind Great hm

Tyme is still working on his parents murder also what happened to the woman who Korn called who Warit Id assume also killed?

I read that Bible was dissatisfied with some sort of choice (?) in the final episode and it wasn't to his liking and I wonder if it's this money and bringing parents back thing? but he chose to be a better person so idk like idk what other choice Great has made this episode

girl who is Wanchai? Korn? who is Warit it’s Fahsai’s dad who killed Tyme’s parents and shot Tyme right?

is the person who Korn called the same person who beat the shit out of Warit after Korn died?

ooh murderer Tyme. Took a page out of Tonkla’s book

agh he didn’t even kill Warit. fine i guess, shouldn’t get found out and lose your medical license and be charged for murder etc. It’s not like Tonkla’s story is anything to aspire to.

yknow there are multiple series where it feels like i’ve seen this sort of “villain ends up in hospital and instead of killing people are gleeful at them being stuck in bed and needing help for all bodily functions” and like yknow pretty much all of us will end up there someday. those who are disabled aren’t being punished

ohh maybe it’s this decision? Great turning himself in for Dome’s death. but what about that woman's death from the hit and run

pls not them faking out "oh maybe this is fake in your mind" smhh At least when DFF did the fakeout escape, it made a more compelling "oh they're actually all still stuck in that house" interpretation even though they were too cowardly to actually show that. doing the opposite where they tease a more compelling ending while the actual ending is unearned is like what...

Last episode thoughts:

I think it focused on the wrong things, specifically when it came to Great and Tyme. What was the point of Tyme's 4 minutes trip? Nothing happened except he also in his fake timeline fell in love with Great for some reason. From my tags on a post: Maybe we can convince ourselves that great was lonely and was just looking for somebody to care about him and decided to latch onto tyme in his dying moments thus his 4 minutes romance. but what was tyme's 4 minutes even about?! why did he spend all of it falling in love with great in it?!?!?! and what was the point of it fr like his timeline did nothing affected nothing. great could've just woken up when real life tyme was calling him on the hospital bed if we Needed to have tyme wake great. in Triage when the other guy was in the loop there was a very clear purpose and mission and it aligned with the story, he had to save the doctor this time. i thought us getting to see tyme go into his own timeline at the very end would lead to something like that, whether it be uncovering some mysteries, figuring out the mechanics of this phenomena, or what. But instead he just went on fakes dates with Great.

And then once they woke up, it didn't focus on their recovery or them meeting each other again or the 4-minutes phenomena at all. We didn't even really see Great wake up, we saw his alternate self wake up. Why didn't we see Great and Tyme finding each other in the real world where they have a very broken not-even-friendship and how to reconcile the real person with who they each had in their head (because it's not truly the other person in their head) - unless we were maybe supposed to think it was because of the river incident where Great drove to the river even though he didn't know it was there in his dream timeline.

Are we just assuming that the timelines are all fake and doesn't affect the real timeline, thus no explanation or discussion of it necessary? but then why are Great and Tyme's relationship not explored at all outside of their fake ones aghhh.

man, why did they not actually explore any of the things that the story started on in this finale.

I liked the Tonkla-Korn-Win showdown because it's delicious to have to confront everything at once, nowhere to hide and so many secrets come spilling out. Korn is an asshole and Tonkla should've killed him but he technically did do that because Tonkla dying lead to Korn killing himself. Win is such a dumb bitch, how did he get to just continue living life normally and continue with his job? How wasn't he investigated or in agony at what he's done (the way Tee from DFF was)? And why did we not have a conclusion to the corruption of cops and how they have impunity and get away with anything the way we had started off but now Win's just a good cop and that's that? And Tonkla died so... unceremoniously. Man :( Also despite my dislike for Korn, I think Korn/Tonkla is really compelling and it's like woah when we realize that Korn actually loved Tonkla even though his priorities were whack by the end and him persistently trying to have sex with Tonkla that one time was scary. It's like Korn might "love" Tonkla but he's still not... good at love him and he's not a kind/good person even though he maybe loved Tonkla. idkidk I enjoy a good tragedy.

Actually I also wish we got some more of Tonkla POV in this episode rather than just through Korn's eyes.

There was a post that was like this is like GMMTV ending and I agree, they went with the the easiest, most non-sensical romantic route despite it not suiting the story but gotta make it all romantic because it's BL/GL. smh.

I dont mind that Great and Tyme both woke up instead of a “Great went through this whole thing in his mind and nothing changed and he dies” because although I can enjoy a bleak/tragic ending, I don’t know necessarily that that’s the only suitable ending my for the story. like if it was even more character focused and focused mostly on Great and his character development on his deathbed, then maybe but we had many characters and like mystery and suspense with the business and Tonkla stuff so I feel like tragedy isn’t the only viable solution. so it's not that I wanted a tragic ending for them but right now... it still doesn't feel like the earlier fake-timeline eps actually did anything??? like it's not real to me. I know Sammon said in Twitter that apparently it's an alternate timeline that affects the real one but uh, not according to the show.

Overall:

It's a shame that the last episode was not very good and it didn't tie up things well or do anything meaningful with the 7 episodes that came before it because I quite enjoyed 7/8 eps of the show and even enjoyed the Tonkla portion of the story. I enjoyed the characters (and how terrible they were) and what I thought was going on. It was a good Friday watch + I liked it even more when I binge rewatched eps 1 - 6 and was anticipating the show even more. And yet, it feels like they didn't explore the themes and potential of the storylines enough, especially the whole 4 minutes thing. It's fine, I don't hate the show and really liked most of the show but it feels like the last ep took the wind out of it.

Overall: 6.5/10 - a rating that hurts me because it was one of my most anticipated and for so long too.

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The Week Of - Bucky Barnes X Reader || Part 1 || Angst

Summary: As a bridesmaid in your best friend's wedding, you are invited to stay with her during the week of the wedding as everything gets prepared for the big day. Things don't quite go as planned when you discover that you will be bunking with one of the groomsmen.

Word Count: 1,631

Date Posted: 05.29.23

TW: strong language.

Note: This may not actually be that angsty, but I wasn't sure what else to tag it as lol.

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Let's get one thing very clear. You hated flying. You hated airports and their crowds. You hated airplanes. You hated these deathtraps on wings that made babies scream and cry until you were so overstimulated that you wanted to claw your ear drums out. Your leg bounced rapidly as you tried desperately to tune out the static, but your headphones just weren’t quite doing it for you. 

“Are you some kind of nervous flyer?” The man next to you asked, drawing your attention from where you were staring out the window, dissociating as self-preservation. You pushed back one of the ear cuffs on your headset, the rush of noise making you cringe.

“No,” You snapped, “I just can’t stand the chatter.”

 

“Damn, I was just trying to make conversation. You didn’t have to snap like that.”

 

“And you should know better than to try to make conversation with someone clearly wearing headphones.”

 

The man held his hands up in surrender, and you slid your headset back in place. Ava owed you dinner and some peace and goddamn quiet. You wouldn’t have even been on this damn plane in the first place if it wasn’t for her. She and her stupid fiance Greyson, you wanted to smack the shit out of right now.

 

Ava was your best friend in the whole world that had moved out of state with Greyson when he’d gotten a job offer that was too good for him to turn down. You’d kept in touch, but you had to admit that you were a little surprised when she asked you to be one of her bridesmaids, given that you wouldn’t be able to participate in a lot of the planning.

 

The jarring touchdown of the landing gear on the asphalt was as if someone had activated the trash compactor on the Death Star. It felt like the walls were closing in, and you were itching to set your feet on the cheap linoleum that lined the corridors of the airport. Once the airplane door was open, you had your carry-ons in hand, just waiting for your opportunity to join the slow shuffling line to the exit.

 

However, the stranger in the aisle seat next to you had other plans. He sat calmly in his seat, looking as relaxed as ever, despite your death stares boring holes in his temple. He was certainly in no rush to join the line or clear the way for you to hop past him. Only if murder wasn’t illegal, you had some fun plans for him.

 

Y/n: I’ve landed, but this fucker in the aisle won't get the fuck out of my way, so I can get off this plane. 

Ava: I’m roughly 30 minutes out from the airport. We’ll be leaving soon to pick you up. 

Y/n: I appreciate it, but I’d really rather not be at the airport any longer than necessary. Ava: Well, sweetheart, as long as that “fuck” isn’t moving, it looks like you are stuck either way. You’ll be fine. We’ll be there soon.

“After you.” Finally, once you were the last pair on the plan, he moved to let you out of your row. He gave you a faux gentlemanly smile that didn’t reach his silver-blue eyes as he allowed you to exit the jet in front of him.

“Go fuck yourself,” You scoffed as you made your way down the uncomfortably narrow aisle. If you never had to see him again, you’d die a happy woman. Sure that you had lost him long behind you, you made your way down the baggage claim, collecting your suitcase that they had started unloading off the belt to make room for the next arrivals' luggage.

 

Once outside, you felt like you could take a breath, despite the cloud of cigarette smoke from people lighting up after their long flights.

 

Ava: I’m five minutes away, just navigating my way to the gate. I got lost and had to loop around again.

You fastened your headphones firmly over your ear, trying to drown out the cacophony of car horns. You rocked on the balls of your feet until a familiar car pulled into view. Ava’s unmistakable VW bus hadn’t changed a bit despite being older than you were.

  

Ava pulled to a stop in front of you, hopping out of the driver’s seat with a squeal, rushing over to you, arms stretched out for a hug.

“Hugs or no hugs?” She asked, hesitation halting her movements.

“Later hugs,” you offered, “The airport and flight were just too many people, and I’d like to take a break.”

  

“Okay,” She gave you an understanding smile, dropping her arms and helping you load your bag into the van. You stared at her for a good beat, waiting for her to head back to the driver’s seat and back to her house.

 

“Are we not going now?” You shuffled, scratching your arm, wondering if you’d missed something.

 

“I’m just waiting on one more person,” She assured.

Just as you turned to hop in the front passenger seat, you heard the unmistakable voice of your worst nightmare. Today was just not going to be your day. It was the man from your flight. The leather jacket he wore did nothing to hide the built muscles underneath, nor did his well-fitting jeans. You would have thought he was attractive if you didn't despise him.

 

“Oh, you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” He cursed. You knew it was meant to be under his breath, but it didn’t stop you from hearing it anyway. 

“Bucky!” Ava cooed, wrapping him up in a hug, “How was your flight?” 

“It was fine.” he patted her back in assurance, whispering, “Who is that?”

Of course, it was Bucky. The Bucky. Ava told you about James Buchannan Barnes, the other guest she’d have in her home over the course of the next week while they’d prepared everyone for the wedding. Greyson’s friend from the support group for disabled veterans that he used to attend before they moved. The Bucky that Ava and Greyson had always wanted to hook you up with but had never actually met. That Bucky.

The Bucky that you had been a bitch to on your flight.

You turned up your headphones, drowning him out. You weren’t interested in what Bucky had to say about you. You were certain it wouldn’t be anything good anyway. Ava helped him load up into the van before joining you in the front row of seating behind the steering wheel. 

Ava made small talk with Bucky the whole way home, leaving you to mess with your pop-it and try to regulate yourself. You ignored them until Ava parked the car in front of a beautiful two-story house you’d only seen in pictures. The entire first floor was open-concept, allowing plenty of room to have a living room and conversation area. With the exception of Greyson’s home office, which was the only separate room on the entire first floor. You knew from Ava’s stories that the house had two guest bedrooms. Once they’d gotten to that point in their relationship, one of them would become a kids' room.

 

“Well, you are welcome to anything in the house.” Ava smiled, stopping outside of the larger of the two guest rooms, “Oh, and Greyson’s parents arrived late last night, and William & Janine will be staying in the other guest room, so you and Buck have to share.”

 

Before you had the chance to protest, Ava continued, “You two are grown adults. You’ll be fine sharing for the week. Besides, there is plenty of space in there for the two of you.” 

You sighed, the look of defeat evident on your face. You knew you couldn’t afford a hotel for the entire weekend. You led the way into the room, setting your suitcase on the bed. It was a simple room with a large king bed centered on the interior wall. There wasn’t much for decoration, but it was nice nonetheless. 

“I call first shower,” you muttered to Bucky, digging through your suitcase to find your shower items to take into the attached bathroom. If you didn’t shower the ‘travel’ off of you, there was no way you’d be able to sleep at night. But you had to shower before your unwanted roommate, or there was no way you’d be getting in a shower. Logically, the hot water heater would refill in about twenty minutes, and you didn’t know how Bucky liked his showers, but either way, if you didn’t shower first, then you weren’t showering. All of the hot water would be gone, and there would be no more left for you. 

“Be my guest,” Bucky let out a groan as he sat in the armchair in the corner of the room. He dug out his phone, and you were convinced it was to text Ava and Greyson his private complaints about you. Or, as you hoped, to book a hotel and be out of there asap. 

You took as quick of a shower as you could when you had to scrub every inch of your body until you no longer felt like you were covered head to toe in slime. Being around so many people in such tight quarters always made you feel like there was garbage sticking to your entire body. You’d changed into sweats and an oversized t-shirt. You hadn’t expected to be stuck in the same room with someone long enough to be worried about dressing sexy. 

“The shower is all yours,” You offered meekly, moving to zip your suitcase back up and set it on the floor. Bucky said nothing but gathered his things and headed to the bathroom himself. 

Great, your thoughts echoed. Off to a great start.

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[frecklystars]

Fic anon if you are out there,,, idk if you will see this but I was wondering if you were still down for an art trade 🥺

So I um,,, I wanted to ask for a Driver fic for months now but I’ve held back because I was worried it was too stupid. But then I remembered you’ve written me mostly hurt/comfort and you haven’t treated my ptsd like it’s stupid at all, so ;-; I thought I’d throw this post into the void. But you don’t have to write anything if you don’t want to!! This is entirely your decision, and ofc I will draw you anything in return if you were up for it.

So um here is the thing,,, I love Driver sooo much but I’ve struggled for almost a year now with feeling kind of. scared of him. The reasons for it are dumb and I won’t bore you with it, but like. So Damn Much has happened in the last two years and self shipping is so difficult for me. The trauma I’ve gone thru that gave me cptsd in the first place ruined self shipping for me just in general, and then I started to feel better after the Barbie movie started healing me. But I still don’t feel safe with my F/Os every day, it’s an on and off experience, and I’m always going to fear them in the back of my head even on my good days. But out of all of my Ryan F/Os, I’ve felt the worst around Driver... which breaks my heart because he’s my second favorite Ryan F/O tied with K!! He is sooo dear to me. I don’t engage with fics in the Ryan community because there might be some ppl who don’t like self shippers engaging with their content, and I’m always too afraid to step on any toes. but I wonder if reading something rly soft and gentle with Driver might make me feel better.

I was hoping if you were down for it, if you could write something rly comforting and soft with him? It doesn’t have to be anything in particular. It could be a romantic date without any angst, or it could be a hurt/comfort thing full of angst, it could be anything you are comfortable writing.

Sometimes I feel comforted thinking about how maybe he’s rly worried about me when I don’t visit his dimension for a long time, and he knows it’s because there’s something about him that scares me. Well - it’s not him, it’s just… some incidents I associate with him. But still, I do draw some comfort from the idea of him being really devastated that his own girlfriend flinches around him or avoids him entirely every so often without warning. Sometimes it’s nightmares related to ptsd, sometimes it’s a flashback of something else, sometimes it’s just paranoia/anxiety, but any time these things happen, he gets a little nervous that it’s his fault somehow. He knows it’s not his fault, he knows she’s got a lot of trauma and has been through way too much, but it hurts him to know that out of every guy in that room, he’s probably the one she’s scared of the most. Sometimes I’ll draw comics with Ken holding my star form, and Driver sees it, immediately pivots and walks away because he’s afraid she’s had a nightmare about him or something. And Ken rushes to say “no no, wait, the nightmare wasn’t about you/she was triggered by something unrelated to us” etc, he turns back around and Ken’s like “here, you should hold her.” And Driver shakes his head and steps back because he doesn’t want to make it worse. And Ken insists “dude, you’re her boyfriend, you need to show her you’re there for her” and he reluctantly takes the star and just. hugs her.

Like… it’s sad to think about stuff like that, but it does make me feel better, to think he cares about me that much that he’d want to still be considerate of my boundaries. Or that he wouldn’t hate me for being so… jittery and broken. Or I’ve drawn some other stuff too where she’ll jolt awake from a nightmare and he immediately keeps his distance, and when she calms down he asks “are you scared of me?” and if she says no then he asks “can I touch you?” And tells her it’s ok and holds her. And then takes her out for a drive since she won’t be able to fall back asleep again. Gets some apple pie at a diner, gives her his jacket. Thinking about that makes me feel better ;-; I think my biggest worry is always that my ptsd is “too much” for my F/Os to handle, or that they wouldn’t love me when I’m like this. And then feeling unsafe with my F/Os on top of it just,,, it’s just a bad time all around, so I was thinking maybe reading someone else’s perspective on them still being loving and gentle w/ me despite everything would be something good for me to focus on when I’m having a bad day.

You don’t even have to write a hurt/comfort thing if you don’t want to, you can write any scenario you want, or you don’t have to write it at all!! If this is something you don’t have the energy for or you’re just not feeling it, that’s totally okay. If you are up for it, I will draw you anything you want in return. I’m tied up with commissions at the moment so I’d only be able to do the simple art style with the little dot-eyes, but I’d color it and add my sparkles and make everything look nice and pretty just for you. And you can be as specific with your request as you want.

Also I love you and hope you’re doing well, giving you hugs and sending you stars 🌟✨🌟✨🌟✨

[miru667]

hi there, miru ! it’s surely been awhile since i’ve visited your blog , and i was always shy to directly interact with you, but this time, i want to say a lot of things, and i hope you’ll find some time to read.

i remember how i stumbled across your account when i was 8 or so, around the time when you just started posting about the lorax and the fandom was growing up. at first, i simply checked your blog out of boredom as a kid since you were the only person i followed here, but later on, i really got interested and often would go back home from school and run to read your new posts, no matter what was it, just because i liked them, and i guess my little mind wanted to explore more about the fandom in general. (: i grew up wishing i was as “cool” as you, and really wanted to talk to you, but guess the unknownness made me nervous enough so i always brushed it off. and no matter how cheesy it sounds ,just going through your blog at least once a day helped me with most of my sad days. you were a huge affect to my childhood, and going through your page again after so long made me feel such a bittersweet nostalgia , i nearly cried catching up with things haha. you were the reason i found out about the lorax in general and joined the fandom , as well as inspired me to try drawing ( i remember using your art as a base when i was 12 ,,, but shhh, let’s keep it a secret (; )

it’s been so long since then, and sometimes it’s hard to believe how much i’ve grown up, as well as you did too. i’ll never forget these days when being a young kid i would try to redraw your onceler fan art , or make a small silly slideshows with your drawings to some goofy songs, LMAO. (i still have them, by the way… eugh. cringeee) and getting to spend my growing up surrounded by such an amazing fandom and amazing people like you has truly built me up as a person, and i couldn’t be more grateful i’ve found out about you back then, because i don’t know who i would be right now if i never did. thank you so much miru, keep going, be happy, and no matter how time passes by , you’ll always be one of my biggest inspirations, and i’ll continue looking up to you. <3

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now , ending the cheesy paragraph above, i’m a little curious about some things, feel free not to answer them if you’re uncomfortable! i’m not pressuring you.

1 ; i’ll start off with a simple one. how are you doing, how’s life in general? (:

2 ; did you know that your small onceler height headcannon you’ve made back in 2013 is showing up on google as an actual height of his , making a lot of people (especially on tik tok. boy, they’re going feral over that fact…) believe it’s his canon height ? they’re actually saying it’s his actual confirmed height and etc. , so i was always wondering how does it feel to have your headcannon being considered by the whole onceler fandom as canon, haha. :D

3 ; speaking about tik tok, you mentioned you don’t have it at all. why don’t you try to get it, and post your art in there? trust me, a lot of people absolutely adore your work in here and considering the fact onceler fandom is apparently biggering again , that could be a nice idea , since personally i think you’re really underrated and deserve some more recognition (:

4 ; what’s your actual opinion on oncest? because honestly , i remember how people drooled over this ship to death back in 10s, however i was never really fond of it and,, you know what i meaannn, it simply didn’t feel right for me at all. (,: did you immediately start liking it since you have some art about it , and what are your thoughts about it now ?

5 ; how old were you when you joined the whole lorax fandom?

6; you obviously have a lot of good memories with the Onceler fandom , as i do too, but there is also some bad memories for me, and some that i wish i could completely erase from my mind haha. how is it for you? like, were there perhaps some situations that happened to you in the fandom that make you shiver in a pleasedon’tremindme way? i’d love to listen if there is some!

7 ; and , the last one. i literally have been a huge fan of your for awhile now , and i was wondering if you’d ever want to maybe ,, talk, y’know? and become friends , perhaps? ;;;;; i feel like i’m being too pushy atp ,but i’m still a little nervous so i’m sorry if i act weird,, (,: but either way, remember you’re amazing, and i hope you have a good day/night !!

thank you for reading my non-sense to the end, lol. i hope i didn’t take off much time <33

Omg,,,Q_Q?? Thank you for sending this message, I wouldn't have known otherwise that I've made such an impact on someone's life, like...it's truly humbling. You were 8?? 😭 And I was really the only blog you followed?? 😭 Back then I did not think about how others might've been using my blog; I myself had always been the one looking up to others, and here you were all that time looking up to me...I guess it's really magical, the way we don't know who in the world might be thinking about us. I hope you're doing well. Your slideshows are not cringe. Or rather, you were cringe and free, and I think that's wonderful.

For your questions then:

I guess I'm doing okay. I have friends who care about me, and I'm able to support myself with my job, so with those two things alone, I'm already very lucky.

If you mean this post: [link] I didn't make this headcanon! As you can see on the post, tumblr user torikabori made it, and I simply reblogged it. I think there's been a few fandom headcanons that have mistakenly been posted on wikis and tvtropes as canon, and I really wish it didn't happen that way, because I don't like misinformation being spread. I've said this before but if it's not in the Lorax DVD, or in any official interviews, or in any concept art, then it's NOT canon. Do not trust google, wiki, tvtropes, or word of mouth.

I,,, reallllllyyyy don't see myself getting into tiktok ;w; Having to be a slave to algorithms and numbers really turns me off, and I can barely keep up with posting on social media anymore. I've almost completely abandoned my instagram, and I'm half a year behind in posting my art to tumblr haha. So I wouldn't be able to keep up with tiktok anyway. Thank you for thinking I deserve more recognition though! 🥺

I think in the early years of the fandom I drew it because it was popular, but since then I've been more true to myself and I only draw what my heart desires now. So now I can say that I've never shipped oncest, though I've shipped onceler askblogs together before. And I'll always be a fan of 7212, though that's not the classic oncest we're referring to here. But I still support whoever does ship it, I think that's totally cool!

I was a young adult!

You are not alone, so many of us from 2012 have gone through bad times in the fandom at least once. For me specifically, it's been 11 years that I've been here, so do you think I could have avoided every single possible bad situation? ;) I won't be sharing any stories, but the onceler fandom would not be what it is today without both the good AND bad, I guarantee you that.

You can feel free to message me anytime you like! I'm not much of a talker since I'm often busy, and I rarely ever message first, but I'll always be courteous to anyone who messages me. As for friendship, I think it should just happen naturally, if it happens!