#IT WAS SO WEIRD NOT GIVING HIM HIS EYE BAGS OR SLIT EYES

[evilsniigura]

remembering that adam cheating with eve idea… they get back because adam is ruining reader’s lifw and adam ends up babytrapping reader

reader very much folds when a letter flies in about her scholarship, how she got a strike for some random thing she didn’t even do. it has adam written all over it. he has been getting pretty desperate, everyone can see that

hes so annoying!!!!!! reader unblocks him (well, one of his many numbers. he is nothing if not persistent) and asks him to meet up. he has to audacity to act like he has to think about it. hitting him with a „ok so you do want to leave me alone?“ and suddenly he’s fumbling around spam texting about how actually he misread his calendar and he totally can meet up the next day

brining the later to the cafe has no use. hes denying it but hes smirking in a way u can just tell its his doing. do he really is ready to destroy your whole life because HE decided to cheat?? great. totally a guy you want to spend the rest of your life with. but well, you have no other choice. you’re already on thin ice at your job for constant anonymous complains about you, weird rumours going around and even it going as far as your friends being snippy with you. it feels horribly wrong to ask adam to try again, but if it gets you your stability back you dig your nails into your hand and do it

adam acts like you both never spent any time apart. doesn’t talk about the incident and you don’t want to bring it up. he has to plan every date or hang out, has to text first always to get a slow and short response, has to incite any physical contact because you want him as far away as possible. you know he feels guilty. he’s overcompensating, trying to shower you in gifts and compliments which mean nothing to you anymore.

he tried to incite sex once. it didn’t go well, for either of you.

„god forbid i want to sleep with my fucking girlfriend!“ adam screamed at you, feed up with the lack of affection and intimacy.

you glare at him, „you’re not entitled to my body! leave me be! go get your dick wet somewhere else!“at this point you didn’t care if he slept around, as long as he leaves you alone

that seemed to piss adam off even more, „stupid bitch…you better give me a good time, unless you want more fucking letters to come in!“ he threatened you

you spluttered around, fed up with the guy before you. „adam, let me set one thing straight. you ruin everything for me, i will swallow all my pills and slit my wrist. it’s my life.“ you hissed at adam, who seemed shocked at your words. worst of all, he knew you were being sincere.

storming out of his bed room, you slammed the door shut. you stomped into the guest room and slammed yourself into the bed there. if your bag wasn’t in adam’s room, you would have left. sadly, you can’t get far without your keys and wallet.

you didn’t know for how long you laid in bed, but it was long enough for you to finally calm down. a feeling of emptiness replaced the fire which burned inside of you not that long ago

the door carefully opened, and you made it a point to turn your head away from adam. he slinked in, his steps cautious. the bed dipped from adam’s weight and he laid down besides you. he was on his back, and you on your stomach.

„…i love you.“ adam’s voice was barley a whisper

you scoffed, rolling your eyes. adam’s hand brushed against your own and you immediately pulled it away, pressing yourself closer to the edge of the too small bed

„you can sleep with other girls. i don’t care.“ you finally turn your head towards adam

adam let himself slide down the bed, now he was also laying on his stomach. your head were at the same level, and his eyes were wet

„the thought alone makes me sick to my motherfucking stomach“ he mumbles out

„you’re a bad liar“ he annoys you to no end

adam sniffles, tears brining his eyes. „where are you sleeping tonight baby?“ he changes the topic

„here. get back into your own bed“ your voice was curt

„cant. cant sleep without you.“ he really put on the kicked puppy act

rolling your eyes, you pushed yourself up slightly by your arms. taking both the pillows into your hand, you pressed them between you and adam. building a wall

„don’t cross it!“ you sternly order him. he has no blanket

he nodded at you. letting yourself fall back into bed, you curled up under your thin blanket.

„….can you hold my hand?“ adam’s hand rested on the pillow wall.

you sighed, before wrapping your hand around his middle and ring finger.

it shouldn’t have surprised you so much. your landlord didn’t want to renew your lease, some bullshit excuses. adam had you moved into his apartment before you realised it

his own paranoia peaked through. obsessively checking your phone and randomly visiting you at the places you said you’d be at. he side eyes everyone around you, your friends, his friends, your group project partners who you hated

adam was crazy, as always. lucky for him you don’t have the time or energy to cheat

he always tried to show just how good and loyal he has been. leaving his phone open around you, checking in with you where he’s going to be and with who. as if you cared

you nearly throw up at seeing the positive pregnancy test. you’re still in college!!! well, 3 months are left but still. you want to hide, you really do. but when adam shows you the package (which you put at he bottom of the trash can????) with a grin on his face you realise you’re fucked. when he confronts you he’s happy enough with the excuse that you wanted to make sure by going to your doc. he seems not to surprised by this, but you can’t really find anyways wrong with your pills…. maybe adam’s paranoia is a bad influence on you

[neymiiie]

Eyes of the SEES members ~

I’ve always admired artstyles where every character has super unique and recognizable vibes, so decided to try it with the gang. Super fun, highly recommend!

In the process of designing these I developed headcanons for each of their eyes, kind weird but if you want to read me ranting about why I drew Yukaris pupils a certain way or whatever, feel free to click read more lol.

Makoto: I wanted him to look tired, so a lot of his eyelashes go downward instead of upwards, also eye bags because he has insomnia and you can’t convince me otherwise. I didn’t want his eyes to look hollow/empty, but I didn’t want to put super obvious highlights and I think it works? Idk. Also drew his eyes in a way that reminds me of the ocean at night (Atlus gave me a ocean/water motif and I run with it ok?). His eyebrows are kinda “messy” in comparison to the others but I think it makes his eyes prettier so it is in character to me.

Yukari: I wanted her eyes to look a little more intense and turned them a little to give them a slightly “angry look”. Yukari should have a light case of rbf imo. I feel like Yukari puts a lot of effort into her appearance, and she probably wears more makeup but I cannot draw that to save my life lmao. Her eyebrows are probably the least messy other than Mitsurus, for the same reason as the previous one. Also hard to tell, but I put hearts in her pupils because it’s cute. Really proud of these ones, they read like hers so well to me.

Junpei: Junpeis eyes were so fun to draw! I feel like he’d have pretty short lashes and slightly smaller eyes, but still very vibrant! I really wanted his eyes to look full of life but still pretty simple, and I think I did pretty well! They feel very expressive to me. Also I feel like he’d have naturally very thin eyebrows, so gave him that lol.

Akihiko: idk how I feel about these, but I guess they’re alright? Gave him a kinda intense stare ig. I gave him really long natural eyelashes because I feel like he’d have them (canonical pretty boy that he is) and I’m somewhat proud of them because I stuggle with making longer eyelashes look masculine so guess this is a win. Gave him an eyebrow slit because I was so sure he had one in p4arena only to find out he didn’t even have eyebrows in it. What.

Fuuka: I feel like Fuukas neutral expression would still look slightly confused/concerns so her eyes are a little droopy. Gave her short but thick eyebrows because I thought it would be cute. Her eyes kinda remind me of rain and I like that! Also sidenote love the fact that official art draws fuuka with teal eyebrows. The implication that she was either born with teal hair or is so dedicated to the dye job she even dyed her eyebrows is hilarious to me. I know blue is treated as a normal hair color in persona-universe but Fuuka is literally the only one with teal hair how is it not dyed but yosuke and chies is??

Mitsuru: I wanted Mitsuru to be pretty. I gave her thinner but crisp eyebrows and eyeliner. I was a little worried because before I started shading her eyes looked kinda evil?? Lol but they turned out better in the end. Didn’t do a lot of details in her eyes because it felt like it worked better that way, but gave her bright highlights in her eyes to make up for it.

Aigis: These are my least favorite, and the first ones I did. Not sure if thats awful, because I wanted them to be very different from the rest. I feel like Aigis doesn’t actually have this wide eyes but willingly widens them so you can see the whole iris. I feel like her eyes would look more normal at a distance, and most of her classmates just assume she’s got weird eyes because they’re an uncommon eye color (major “give her brown contacts please” energy). Made her eyes look like does target-thingys and slightly plastic-y.

Ken: I didn’t want his eyes to be to bright, but still lively and childish. I gave him round wide eyes + smaller and thicker eyebrows to give a more childish feel. His eyelashes are pretty short but made them point more downwards since they looked too cheerful when turned upwards.

Shinjiro: dunno how readable these are as shinji, but theyre fine. Made his eyes very dark and put bright highlights cause I thought it looked better than the grey he actually has. Also gave him major eyebags because man has not had a good nights rest since like. Last October (sorry)

[sucker4sixx]

Jealousy

PLOT: Your ex moves next door and invites you and nikki over for dinner..

WARNINGS: jealousy, slight sexual harassment, threats

2 years back you met nikki right after the break up with the so said ‘love of your life’, he showed you alittle interest and instantly you ran to nikki like a sad puppy. you and nikki grew inseparable but recently your ex moved across the street, you and nikki have been having more arguments due to the tension and one morning your ex invited you both round for dinner that night. nikki argued with you, telling you its not right but you insisted, not wanting to be rude

"look, im fucking telling you we are NOT going!” He shouts over you “nikki its a nice thing to do, we are just being good neighbours by taking up this offer”

“But what if we go and he hits on you all night?!”

“Then we will go home-“

“But-“

“Nikki what if we go, have a good night and you no longer need to worry about him, hm?” This silences nikki, he sighs “fine, get ready. We’re going.”

You show up to johnnys house at 5pm, a gorgeous model-like woman with long legs and tanned skin awnsers the door, smirking when she sees nikki “come in.. dinners just finishing up” she speaks lowly, opening the door so you and nikki can make your way in. Johnny walks over with a welcoming smile, he comes in and gives you a hug, nikki glaring at him intensely and when he tries to shake nikkis hand nikki shows no interest, you nudge him softly and he sighs, shaking johnnys hand with a fake smile. “Make yourself comfy in the living room, me and roxanne are just going to finish the meal” johnny smiles.

You and nikki sit on the couch, a hard look on his face. “Nikki cheer up.. dont be weird and akward” he glances to you “dont like him, too nice.” He mutters “cheer up.. cmon” you litter his cheek in gentle kisses and he cant help but smile, trying to get you off “stop it.. your such a tease”

You sit at the table for dinner, johnny across from you and roxanne across from nikki. You talk away to johnny as nikki silently eats, his eyes catching onto roxannes cleavage and she smirks, knowing shes caught his eye. “So.. nikki, tell me about yourself” she speaks seductively, your ears prick up but you convince yourself shes just being friendly.

“W-well.. im a bassist and i am a photographer on the side” he smiles up at her “a bassist? Are you in a band?” She says excitedly, nikki giggling and swallowing his food, nodding. “Yeah.. mötley crüe”

She gasps and sits up “mötley crüe?! Oh wow.. so im sitting with a real celebrity?” Nikki chuckles and nods “you know your music just makes me so horny-“ “hey.. roxanne.. manners” johnny buts in, your eyes narrowed to slits as you watch the gorgeous woman fangirling over your boyfriend.

As the night progresses you and johnny talk more, catching up as your unaware roxanne is sliding her leg up nikkis, he shifts uncomfortably, trying to ignore her “hey.. i need help prepping desert” roxanne stands up, johnny goes to stand up but she shakes her head “no.. you continue your conversation, nikki.. how about you come help me?” He hesitates but follows suit as she sways her hips, walking to the kitchen. You feel a stab of jealousy but know that if you freak out about nothing youll look like a bitch.

In the kitchen nikki asks what she needs help with “well.. i just need to fill these doughnut holes up with cream” she glances to him, handing him the cream she whipped and put into a pipe bag, he nods and follows her instructions, her hands wrapping over his to “help him” “thats it, just fill those holes up with that cream” he nods nervously, not sure what to do, if he freaks out hes worried he will get accused of trying it on with her. He makes one alittle messy and curses “its okay.. i like my holes all messy” she whispers into his ear, he feels himself starting to get hard and passes the pipe bag to her in shame and walks back to the dinner table quietly, johnnys not there and you sit there alone. “Everything okay baby?” You ask him, he nods and gives a small smile that doesnt quite reach his eyes “yeah baby.. perfect” he kisses you gently.

Johnny returns a minute before roxanne presents the deserts, nikkis patience wearing thin, wanting to just go home and cuddle up with you. “You know.. your looking great” johnny comments “i am? Awe thankyou” you smile, nikkis grip to his spoon tightening “you look stunning” johnny grins, roxanne doesnt bat an eye but nikki practically shakes with rage. “Im a lucky man” nikki growls “a very lucky man indeed” johnny narrows his eyes at nikki “s-so.. roxanne what do you do?” You try to change the subject but johnny interrupts “just a sin i got to her first, you know? But then again she probably just got better in bed-“

“Hey fuck you!” Nikki jumps up

“What? Its the truth! She was terrible at blow jobs before i taught her how to really take care of a man”

“Get the fuck over here mother fucker, i will crush your skull!” Nikki screams, slamming his fists on the table

“Calm the fuck down, the both of you!” You jump up and grab nikki, drag him out the house as he screamed at johnny

When you both get home and nikki calms down you spend the night laying in bed, you stroking nikkis hair as he sulks that you didnt let him hit him. “Look babe im sorry but, i didnt wanna get blood on my new dress” you chuckle. “You just dont think i can take him in a fight”

“Wrong.. i know you can take him in a fight thats why i took you home”

You both hear talking from outside and sit up, looking out the bedroom window as johnny paid roxanne. Unknown to you both he had hired her to try fuck up things between you and nikki so he could steal you back. she slipped off into a cab and he looked around before disappearing into the house. “Shes a hooker.. that makes sense” he whispers “how?” Nikki went silent knowing if he told you you would just get mad he didnt tell you sooner “nothin.. just intuition I guess.. and that hooker name” you scoff “roxanne.. dont know how we didnt catch on sooner”

[beatrizamante]

_Shooting Star

Lara is still frozen in front of her ajar apartment door, mouth slightly agape. The passing night breeze slits through her nightwear since she didn’t bother to change into something presentable. No one was expected tonight and the gang isn't used to seeing her in short tank tops and hot pants, so as long as it isn't the gang, it’s alright. The cold winds seem to caress her naked skin, but for some reason, none of that chill seeps in. 

No, her eyes are locked in certain burnt umber ones. She was too concentrated when the bell rang, still calculating equations when she climbed down her just inherited new apartment, trying to find a path through the mess. Many things were bought, hanged and taken care of, but the place was still chaotic, especially because she was also transforming her old Pa’s apartment into a study for astronomy and physics. Well, as much as she could without having government funding and just enough that was still cozy to live in. 

The scientist, though, was not expecting a visitor. A Mal visitor. And he does not look happy. 

He still wears his diner apron, the red fabric billowing with the wind, but he’s sporting his biker pants and sleeveless gray shirt. It is a weird combination and the fact that he’s holding a delivery bag while looking at her like that makes all those times she felt weird so much more meaningful. His brunette hair is disheveled, probably from taking off his helmet in a hurry. And he had this look… Jaw set in a way that Lara could bet that, in the correct lightning, that prominent scar would show. There was no customer veneer to him today, nor the charisma he would usually sport when talking to her. 

There was only an… intensity. His brows were furrowed and mouth set in a dangerous grin. She couldn’t read exactly anger, but maybe frustration? Oh, frustration! The taunt lines of his body exuded that. It wasn’t dangerous, just… very intense. 

Did she do something? 

Think, Lara, think! 

Oh… Well, she did… avoid?... The diner… for two days.

Hey! Lara needed to think, ok? A lot of things were happening and Fernweh was loading a whole set of problems onto her. Especially these… feelings. HOW DOES ONE DEAL WITH IT? The doctor has to think. Sit with these thoughts and really think about them. 

But that couldn’t make Mal this mad, could it? It was only two days.

I have no intention of letting you go. 

Hm, maybe it could. 

Welp, at least they could talk!... She hopes?   

“Mal…”, her voice is very soft with wonder, unintentionally cutting him when he’s about to speak. The bag crinkles at his closed first, blood seeping from his fingers as the skin turns pale. Lara can almost hear his teeth grinding against his skull. Ops. “... Sorry. I didn’t ask for any deliv- I mean! I’m happy to see you, I’m just confused? Can we talk… privately? I think I left my card upstairs. ”, her face flushes, her pulse spikes so much that she worries if a heart attack is on the way. He must find something in her expression that makes him soften. She’s trying to give him an excuse to get upstairs to a private conversation. There’s no hesitation when the waiter steps forward. He’s done waiting. No excuses tonight.

“The delivery was already paid on your behalf, Charmer. Looks like your sweetest friend was worried that you vanished from the world of the living.”, he shadows her steps and, as Lara looks over her shoulder, shivers welcome her. “But I can take these up for you. After all, you’re not very good at holding onto things.”

Lara cocks her head his way, raising her brows. He’s repeating what he told her at the lake, that fateful night. Her waiter loves to recall his own sentences, doesn’t he? She chuckles slightly at that. It was a good one, after all. Lara can feel her marked left hand warm up even without his touch. She wonders what kind of magic he suffused in it, connecting them. 

The door behind them is closed with a click of finality, but her mind couldn’t be giving less fucks about that.

“Don’t mind the mess, I’m still decorating and making it usable for work.”, she exhales. It has been a tiring process, especially with her mind being the mess it has been these last few days. Her heart was beating so fast. The butterflies in her stomach were enraged. MalinmyapartmentMalinmyapartment. 

It takes her back to these last days. Is it what it means to care for someone romantically? Lara can say she likes likes him, but can she believe she loves him? That’s not something she can answer, but it’s undeniable how the doctor craves time with the waiter, how she loves hearing his voice or seeing him working on his bike. True, she still knows very little about him, but it makes her happy that Mal can smile, really meaning it, when they talk. When they hang out together… WHY DOES THAT MAKES HER HEART BEAT SO FAST? She’s already aware of it, alright? No need for this! 

And the shivers? How does his voice seem to caress her neck whenever he speaks with her? It’s not something she can keep giving excuses for. No, it’s not the cold weather. It’s not the electromagnetic fields.

She can’t keep staring at his hands or lips anymore, it’s humiliating. 

The climbing is silent, broken only by their steps and Lara’s own uncontrollable heartbeat. She feels like a rabbit, but doesn't dwell on it. Talking with him about the thoughts of these last few days is way more important now, and Lara knows it. There’s one doubt in her mind, though, that she has to voice. “Is this place safe to talk?”

 Her voice sounds delicate as Mal crosses the threshold of her apartment, absorbing every detail as if he needed to burn it in his memory. The walls further from the windows sport midnight blue wallpapers filled with charting in silver and gold. The kitchen aisle was reformed and thousands of extra-small tiles that seemed to form a blue and green nebula were lightened by soft orange lamps.

  The old windows were removed and now wall-sized ones showed the verdant horizon of Fernweh. Heavy gray curtains could be used if Lara needed more privacy. Her trusty telescope was set in one of the windows overlooking the more wild side of the town. 

Adjacent to it, there was a whole set of modern lab equipment that Lara was still unpacking, a seemingly futuristic laboratory of calculators, monitors and sensors. Fairy lights that looked like twinkling stars were hung in perfect cuts and sizes. 

The whole place seemed like either a sci-fi lab or an old astronomer’s tower.

“I took care of it, you don’t need to worry tonight, Charmer.”, his voice resonates against the walls in a way that makes her tremble. Why? Was it the husky tone? Was the fact that Lara might feel a feathering touch at her arm?  

For some reason, the pressure of tonight seems way out of scale from their normal encounters. It was charged, almost short circuiting. Not insulated as it would usually be. Lara turns to her visitor. Her waiter. Her… Well.

Mal threw his unfastened apron over his shoulder. Their eyes meet and all words leave her. His eyes were almost crimson against the light. Cocking his head, Mal still has that coiled bearing, but his face transmits a very different message as she feels his electrifying focus pressed against her from head to toe. Deliberate. Slow. 

Oh gods, did she have any medicine for blood pressure? 

“Not tonight, huh? Did you tape the supernatural bugs in here? Well, no matter. This is good, I want to talk…”, she ever so softly takes his diner bag from his hands, trying to break eye contact. Key word trying. Focus, Lara!, “Sit, please? I’ll brew something for us. Hopefully I won’t mess up, I have no idea what’s inside these.”, Lara shut up. She brings the bag to the aisle, smelling the perfectly made parfait. She can’t wait to dig in the ripe strawberries, but this is more important. 

“There’s a certain type of drink that I want to taste, Lara. I’m sure that one, you have in here.”, his flirting catches Lara a bit off guard, but she breathes in, heart skipping once more. Her vision is almost blurry from her nerves and she knows she must be a glowing red alert, but she chuckles.

“I wouldn’t put so much trust in it if I were you.”, at that, Lara brings her visitor a cup of hot chamomile tea with milk and honey. As the waiter reaches for his cup, his left hand snakes and grabs the scientist’s left one, warmth suffusing against her palm. She jolts, balancing her tea without spilling it. 

“Looks like you’re learning to hold things better, Lara.”, he pulls her closer, eyes dead set on hers. Their knees bump into each other softly. “Why don’t you sit, Charmer? You’re home.”, Mal says, in a very honeyed and hushed voice. 

She can’t focus like that, but she sits beside him, focusing on the half finished planetarium close to her telescope. Lara sips her tea, tilting her head towards him once he starts to test the give of her fingers. It’s weird to have this… Intimate moments with someone, but not a bad weird. She softly smiles at that. Something that always makes him stop staring so intently. 

“I’m trying to make it homey, although I miss the lab… But this is not why I wanted to talk.” 

“I… hm, first, I’m sorry for not showing up at the diner. Before you said something enigmatic about it, I go there mostly for you, and we both know that.”, she says, looking inside her teacup. Mal will wait for her to speak, she knows that, but still, it is hard to maintain eye contact. And those words need to be said. Lara can’t afford to be hypnotized now. “So, sorry, I needed to think. I never had to deal with this before… And second, well…”, the astrophysicist trails off, eyes automatically burrowing into Mal’s crimson ones. She shudders a breath, but holds eye contact. It is most important. “What I was thinking about was… you.”

That soft expression she spotted other times was back. A fragile hope. Eye contact is broken, but not by her, this time. He seems to tense even more, if that’s possible. With deceptive strength, he pulls her even closer. The scientist reeds the unanswered question, their sides merging with proximity as if Mal couldn’t fathom not being this close with her. 

Then, his head snaps into attention until he’s hovering over her, hands still locked in that firm grip and teacup forgotten in the coffee table. Somehow, even her cup is not in her hands anymore.  

Her eyes scrutinize him, stopping at his lips, and she swallows. He’s biting the bottom one, on the brink of losing control over his calm. His face exudes something consuming, devouring.  

Lara takes a deep breath and searches the monitors on the walls for some reading that can distract her, so the rest can be said. 

“Wait, don’t speak. Sorry, it’s just that… I need to put these into words, and I’m terrible at that. But I think I might… Well…”, he seems to approach their faces, a ground out intent in his eyes. Their noses are almost touching, which makes it impossible for Lara to try to distract herself. Not when he’s this close, warm breath touching her lips. “I don’t ‘think’, I know that I do like you. I don’t know about love, but whatever we have now? It’s nice…”, the admission leaves a little too fast, as if she was desperate to breathe. “Fernweh hasn’t been the best place to be since I came back, but I am glad to have come and met you.”, the doctor manages to push out her remaining words, unable to look anywhere else but him.

He smells like cinnamon, sweet and warm. So warm… Her eyes trail down, locking on his indulgent smile.

“And what do we have, Lara? What is this?”, he says, amused, right hand starts a tentative trail on the right side of her rib cage. Lara doesn’t remember how her hand ended up on his chest, feeling the expanse of muscle beneath his shirt, softly tracing his rib cage, counting bones unintentionally.

Such a thin layer separating them. Such a thin layer of air doing the same.

Her voice is breathless, but she manages to squeeze out some words. “I don’t know… But I want to find out.”

The final distance is cut mostly by Mal, but also by a soft pull from her right hand and the eagerness of her eyes when she looks at him like that. 

As if he was one of the stars she’s so passionate about. 

There’s almost no control over the ferocity of his kiss, sending shivers all over her skin, but that is barely registered as Lara is drunk on the moment. He is still holding her left hand in an unrelenting grip, while his other hand tries to settle her in place so she doesn’t climb on his lap as she wished to do subconsciously. That kiss will leave a mark. She swallows the sweetness of his mouth with abandon, mind feeble. All thoughts are drowned in a fog. A haze of heat she doesn’t understand, but doesn’t shy away either. 

When Lara separates to breathe in, she can feel his smile at her soft gasps for air. A husky chuckle leaves him. 

She was never kissed like that. Her face is flush, but her eyes are still set on the prize. Mal’s eyes are a deep crimson and there’s nothing in this world that could make Lara move from that place right now. 

Is this the feeling of being hit by a supernova?

The woman lets the intrusive thoughts win and oh-ever-so-softly nips at his lower lip. That small action changes something in his fragile veneer of control. An almost death grip on the nape of her neck makes their lips join again with violence, pulling out a decadent moan from her throat. How can two bodies be even closer than they are now? He maneuvers her, setting a trail of kisses, sucks and nips down said throat, drinking her sensitiveness as more soft moans leave his scientist’s lips. Lara feels a bite at the junction of her neck and shoulder and that wakes her from her haze. The sensation that climbs down her lower belly makes her set her thighs together. Wide eyed and heavily flushed, the doctor stares at Mal’s almost too smug smile. “It looks like you learned your lesson well, Charmer.”

She can’t speak. Her heart is beating too fast. There’s too much blood rushing through her head. The doctor stands up suddenly, breathing in with desperation. Mal watches her, amused, even if he’s still holding her left hand in that dead-lock grip. 

Ever so slightly, she eases their hold until he lets go. The smugness is exchanged by a dark expression as Lara grabs the teacups and takes them to the kitchen aisle. I can't think. I can't think! Lara you can't just attack a guy like that!     

The scientist almost flees, but the waiter doesn’t wait for her to return. He gets up and remains just some steps behind her, merging their personal spaces. He doesn’t want any more distance between them. There was already enough of that for a lifetime. She's still trying to recover her breathing when he locks her between him and the aisle, intentionally so close that she doesn't have room to move. Tea cups again already out of her hands.  

“Lara, look at me.”, he commands, impatient for the first time since they started this. Her eyes are unerringly drawn to his, locking in again. As it was always meant to be. 

“Mal, I’m… I’m sorry! I should’ve asked first, not just…”

He has to bite down his bottom lip to avoid laughing. Of course that’s what she’s actually worried about. He’s unable to hide his smile when again, she’s hypnotized by his lips. “We can repeat that as many times as you want…”, he murmurs ever so softly. Approaching his lips to her ear, he gives her a hushed breath. “... Even more. I want all of you, Lara.” 

At that, Lara bites down her bottom lip and, in a practiced movement, she sits on the aisle, but it’s Mal that grabs her face and takes her breath away, making her hold onto him as if he was the only thing in this world that could set her free.  oc from @lacunafiction

[aajjks]

NWO!JK

earlier today…

“ah! holy shit, you scared me”

“sorry, sorry. i just wanted to give this to you”

“well good morning to you too, mj” you say with a subtle roll of your eyes. “and no thanks, i’ll pass” you try to push past mj but she doesn’t let you. she’s adamant about you receiving this multicolored bracelet that could possibly grant you an abundance amount of luck but jungkook’s words echo in your brain: avoid her.

jungkook would kill you if you weren’t to take this bracelet from mj and despite you not getting a clear reason as to why, you trust jungkook’s word. “oh c’mon, just try it” mj insists but you decline once again. mj then grabs your wrist but you snatch it back and shove mj against the wall. “what the hell is your problem, morgan?!” you yell. “i said no. now, quit it”

“i tried to be nice” is the last thing you hear before mj pulls a taser from her pocket and pushes it up against your waist. she then shoves you onto the floor before pushing the taser against your side once more. “w-wait til i get my fucking hands on you b-bitch” you pant. “you’ll be dead before that even happens” mj says before knocking you unconscious. she puts a multicolored bracelet on yours and her wrist and not even 5 minutes later, she’s awake in your body. her voice even sounds like yours.

“wow, it really worked” she says as she looks at her hands and runs her fingers through your hair. she pulls out the cat mask from her bag and puts it on your face. the eyes glow and with her command, her body rises and stands without uttering a word. “plan A was a success, me. now go into plan B” which is putting on the suit made with the most powerful crystals and your death. the good thing is that when jungkook kills you, you won’t even know it.

“SPEAK UP NOW Before I use the crystal to slit your fucking throat!”

the black cat doesn’t respond. instead, she releases a kinetic energy burst that nearly destroyed the entire apartment complex. all of those occupying the complex flea their apartments but you remain. too curious to see whether or not jungkook spider-man will kill the black cat once and for all. it’s the final showdown but who will win?

~🫧

Why isn’t MJ speaking up?

There is something weird about her because it feels like there’s a different person but the energy is really really negative, “UGH STOP THE DESTRUCTION RIGHT NOW!” Jungkook yanks her by the hair harder.

And you’re still standing there as he looks, “pretty girl can you move? As you can see I’m in an emergency right now.” he almost said your name out loud. “Come on MOVE!”

The black cat has her eyes on you she will attack you on any given moment and he doesn’t want you to get hurt but why aren’t you looking scared? Maybe you believe in him that much?

The thought of that makes his heart flutter.

Jungkook tries himself to stop thinking about you so he can focus on the black cat, “ugh you bitch you just have to ruin everything!” He senses her attack on you immediately and kicks her.

“GET OUT YN!”

Holy fuck. He just said your name out loud. “UGH FUCK YOU BITCH!” Jungkook says before picking up a piece of concrete and hitting her with it. He immediately manages to dodge her attacks on him.

This new suit has only enhanced his abilities.

“ WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM WITH HER HUH? AHH BITCH I KNEW THERE WAS SOMETHING REALLY WRONG WITH YOU, BUT I REALIZED IT TOO LATE.” Jungkook starts to beat her, harshly, punching the black cat.

Something about her is making him very angry, but part of him is warning him not to kill her right now.

What is going on and what are these mind games?

[mes0p0tamia]

HCs about Sleep Token's eyes

They all have horrendous eye bags. yes all of them.

they also all have reflective eyes bc its creepy and I like it. I think it's hot. If someone shines a light on them in a group, it looks smth like this:

Vessel

Vessel's eyes look brown from far away, but they are just really a dark red. Their shape is very feline with a very prominent lower lash line, and usually his pupils are slitted. They are especially prominent in the sunlight. His pupils will often contract and dilate with his emotions like a cat. If he's really pissed off, they will contract to a needle's point. But if he's really, really happy his pupils will blow so wide you can barely even see the iris.

believe it or not vessel does not have angry eyes, they are just very intense. He has eyes like a predator, like a snake or just any dangerous animal, really.

making eye contact with him is hard because his eyes are kind of unnerving, in a good way kind of? (Listen I'm trying to not make this sound really weird, ok?) His eyes look other-worldly and omniscient; like if you make eye contact, he will know everything about you.

especially at rituals, because under Sleep's influence they will glow gold. It's part of the reason he wears the mask.

I also HC that he has sort of siren-like abilities (I'll go more into that in another post), and his eyes play a role in that.

If you look closely, you can see a very tiny rim of gold around his pupil, but most of the time it will look copper or bronze because of dim lighting.

They look hauntingly beautiful and dangerous.

ii

ii has very large eyes, not like bug eyes or anything, they are just very prominent. They have a very wide shape, with very dark lashes. His eyes almost look Vanta-black. They absorb all the light around them. ii got that boba eyes autism stare.

His irises are also very large, leaving little room for the white.

he looks almost bored or sad all the time bc his eyes are kind of droopy. They often look misty like he's somewhere else mentally.

he has the best puppy dog eyes bc when he tears up it is gut wrenching (the watery eyes make him look not super creepy, and kind of like a baby cow)

He is not hard to make eye contact with like Vessel is, it's hard to keep eye contact with him. He will stare you down for what it seems like forever (in reality tho he just really doesn't blink that often and is probably zoned tf out).

when he feels intense emotions, his pupils turn slitted and white; that's when his eyes look really creepy. This has only happened on few occasions though, so the sight is rare.

also, his tears are black bc I said so and it looks sick asf

iii

iii has very pretty doe eyes

They shift in color with the light depending on the angle you look at them. He has little tiny flecks of iridescent white in them. You can only see them if you get really close though *cough cough* VESSEL *cough*

he probably has the most "normal" eyes out of all of them, honestly.

His eyes look very kind, like a mother, but also very tiered. He gives a lot of himself to others, and it really shows in his eyes if that makes any sense? (I literally don't know how to explain it I'm sorry)

iii has the most long and beautiful lashes you've ever seen on a human being (jealous fr oh my god. and are any of them even human anyway?)

His eyes are just so beautiful it's hard to look away, and in the sunlight, they almost glow. He's got them Gojo Satoru anime eyes

He's the only one of them who's eyes aren't super off-putting in some way. they're still kinda creepy, just like, the least creepy.

iv

iv's eyes are angry and stern. His eyes are like the fallen angel painting (the one by Alexandre Cabanel). He's not actually that pissed off all the time, he just has major resting bitch face.

His eyes are a pale-ice blue, with the pupils being a slightly darker blue. Around the edge of the iris is a dark rim, with that being the darkest part of his eyes. His upper lash line is the most prominent, with his lower lash line looking kind of red; and his eyebrows sit very low.

Instead of his pupils contracting, the rim around his irises will instead. In emotionally intense moments, the rim will close so far over the irises that his pupils look like little white dots.

His eyes are sharp, and predator-like, similar to vessel. He doesn't have the "alure" that Vessel has, just the "dangerous" look if that makes sense.

He is generally the more stoic type, but you can see in his eyes that he holds on to a lot of anger or just any intense emotion in general. He has a hard time letting go of things.

In more vulnerable moments, his eyes look like he's pleading or begging. He looks a little scared, like he might get hurt.

[marvelmaniac715]

This is the Chucky confronting Tiffany angst fic that @chuckysimplmfao requested. I hope you enjoy it, it was a great prompt! 

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The house was uncharacteristically quiet. Usually, Tiffany would be squawking about something or other, or the terrified screams of victims would echo down the halls. But at this moment, the only noise was the steady sound of ripping, sticking and even sometimes licking as Tiffany busied herself with gift wrapping in the next room.

Chucky was curious, he didn’t know what she was wrapping because Tiffany hadn’t let him see the shopping bags. It wasn’t a holiday, and there wasn’t a birthday coming up (he’d checked the kitten themed calendar that Tiff had hanging up in the kitchen) so why was she buying and wrapping gifts? This curiosity led him to lumber his way into the room, still unused to his new body. 

With a lazy smirk, he snaked his arm around Tiffany’s shoulder and rested his chin on top of her head. Tiffany hummed in acknowledgment and continued with her task. She was wrapping… clothes. Specifically, a set of  bras. That was… odd. Were they for him? Sure, he had to wear them, but he normally wore Tiff’s hand-me-downs or whatever he could salvage from the laundry place nearby. He was a guy, it felt weird wearing women’s clothing that was brand new. And if it was a surprise, why wouldn’t she be shooing him away and insisting that it wasn’t ready? Everything was so strange.

“Hey Tiff, what is that?”

Tiffany whipped her head around so fast that he stumbled backwards in surprise. She bites her lip and shrugs in a way that means she’s hiding something. Chucky had known her since the eighties, he could read all of her different moods and expressions like a book.

“It’s a bra, can’t you remember what they look like?”

Chucky rolled his eyes and sighed in annoyance.

“I’m not an idiot, I know what it is. I just wanna know who it’s for.”

Tiffany looked almost embarrassed now, but there was a hint of steely defiance in her eyes that concerns him slightly. He didn’t like her when she decided to get feisty, because the woman was borderline insane, and that was coming from a diagnosed sociopath.

“Is it for me? Cause I’m flattered, but you know I don’t like buying the new stuff, it makes me feel weird.”

Tiffany stood up and gave him a look that meant that she pitied him. What right did she have to pity him?

“No Chucky, it’s not for you.”

There was a moment of silence, then Chucky cleared his throat and managed to speak again.

“If it’s not for me, then, uh, who’s it for?”

Silence, then, a heavy sigh.

“Nica. It’s her birthday next week, I’m gonna give it to her the next time she has the body.”

It was for Nica. That girl that he’d only kept alive because she was convenient. The girl that was young enough to be his daughter (in fact, the timing matched up, and they looked alike, it was very possible that she was his daughter) that he’d taken pity on. He’d spared her, elevated her to a higher purpose with the honour of being his vessel. And she’d repaid his kindness by  flirting with his sort-of wife. That… bitch. Then again, Tiffany had fallen for her as well. Chucky couldn’t remember the last time she’d said that she loved him, the last time they’d kissed or slept together. There was always an excuse, always a “I’m busy” or a “I need sleep, I’m doing voiceover work on Family Guy tomorrow”. The love had died.

“Since when did you start cozying up to Nica? I thought you hated her.”

Tiffany rolled her eyes and sat back down, turning her attention back to the gift.

“She’s sweet, and she actually listens to me when I speak.”

That was so unfair. He was a busy man, there were a lot of throats to slit and a lot of bottles of booze to drink. Tiff prattled on about bullshit all day, he couldn’t listen all the time. But he probably shouldn’t lash out-

“If you said interesting shit, maybe I’d be more inclined to listen.”

Oh, she was so mad now. She threw a vase at him, Chucky only just managed to dodge it.

“Why are you always like this, Charles? Y’know, Nica keeps telling me that you’re a bastard, a monster, but I stayed loyal. ‘He’s good deep down’ that’s what I always told her, but thinking about it, she might be right. You never spend time with me, you don’t love me anymore-‘

“Oh fuck you, you’re such a needy bitch, don’t you have anything better to do than whine at me about how nobody loves you?”

Tiffany was crying now. This was reaching dangerous territory.

“You never ask about the kids. You’re their father, but you don’t care about them. Nica was happy to look through the photo albums with me, would you do that?”

She was psychotic.

“She looked at those pictures with you because. You. Imprisoned. Her.”

He punctuated his last four words with sarcastic claps, trying to emphasise the important facts behind this latest attack against his character. And he barely knew those kids, he despised all children, why would his own be any different? Sure, he liked them in 2004, but they’d be difficult teenagers by now, and he couldn’t deal with that. Tiffany was steaming now.

“How could you be so heartless?”

Then came the waterworks. Chucky never knew how to handle her meltdowns, all he could do was cross his arms and look at her. 

“You’re being hysterical, Tiff. Of course I like you-‘

“But do you love me?”

He had nothing to say. What could he say? Sure, Tiff was fun, they had a great time together, but did he still love her? After a few moments, he had an answer.

“…No.”

They were both calmer now, but there was a sense of friction between them. Chucky went to walk out of the room, but just as he reached the doorway, Tiffany spoke again.

“I’m sure that, given time, Nica will love me.”

There was only one thing left for Chucky to say.

“I hope you two freaks are happy together.”

He left the room, and the house was silence once more.

[drades-lair]

5 Days of smut (straz): Sounding

Fandom: HelluvaBoss

Pairing: Straz

Rating: M

Chaz didn’t ask for much when it came to the bedroom thus the odd occasion when he’d request something from Striker, the imp would be happy to grant it. Tonight, was one of the few nights when Chaz wanted to do something different stating, he had a surprise that he wanted to use on Striker meaning he had a new toy. Striker wasn’t a fan of using sex toys on himself, on Chaz it was different the shark enjoyed them and who was he to judge what got someone off, but past some light bondage Striker was as vanilla as they came in the bedroom. Once more Striker didn’t want to deny Chaz as the shark didn’t ask for much from him thus here, they were on the bed in the motel room with Striker laid on his back as Chaz passionately kissed him. Honestly everything for the past hour had been power for the course, some light groping, kissing and various forms of fondling however nothing too out of the norm making Striker wonder what Chaz was working up to. Both were butt naked sporting hard-ons that rubbed against each of their stomachs, smearing precum over them both. Once they were both hyped up Chaz stopped what he was doing to get up drawing Striker’s curiosity as he watched the shark go to his bag only to return with a small metal rod in hand with a ring on the end making it look like a keychain of a sort.

“What is that?” Striker asked eyeing the suspicious little rod.

“This is the surprise I told you about,” Chaz briefly explained, crawling up between Striker’s legs.

“Uh-huh? And what is it yer fixin’ ta do wit that?” Striker wondered cocking an eyebrow at Chaz.

“Well, you ever hear of sounding?” Chaz asked gingerly taking Striker’s cock in hand making sure that the imp’s spines were in between his fingers.

“No, what in the hells is that?” Striker responded now watching very carefully where Chaz’s hands were.

“Basically, sounding is where you stick a metal rod, like this in the tip of your dick, then you or your partner edge you. It feels great I promise,” Chaz assured Striker making the implication he’d done this before.

“Yer gonna stick that…where!? Ya done this before?” Striker retorted feeling a little uneasy as he began to regret his decisions.

“Yeah, I had several partners in the past do this with me and it felt amazing plus the orgasm is so intense…I’ll understand if you don’t want to do this, but I promise if you do I won’t hurt you,” Chaz assured Striker still just holding the imp’s dick in his hand with the rod in the other as he waited for Striker to give the all clear. Striker took a moment to think it over eventually giving in, putting full trust in Chaz as he leaned back on his forearms.

“Alright, I’m trustin’ Ya,” Striker stated causing a beaming smile to spread across Chaz’s face.

“Okay, just relax and if it starts to hurt let me know,” Chaz reassured Striker moving the tip of the metal rod to the slit of Striker’s dick.

Reflexively Striker gripped the bed sheets as Chaz gently circled the imp’s slit with the rods tip causing precum to bead creating lubricant. Holding Striker’s cock steady Chaz gently pressed the rod into Striker’s slit immediately making him hiss through clenched teeth, it didn’t hurt necessarily it was more of a pressure slightly more forceful than taking something up his ass almost like when he was about to cum.

“Are you okay?” Chaz checked, watching Striker’s expression as he stopped pushing the rob in.

“Y-yes…it feels weird,” Striker admitted in a breathy tone.

“Okay, again just let me know if it starts hurting,” Chaz reminded his partner before continuing.

The rod slid smoothly into Striker’s cock till a small ball at the end just below the ring popped into his slit making Striker groan slightly. Chaz pulled his hand back promptly leaving the rod inside Striker’s hard cock, spines slightly flaring as he panted again it felt so strange like he’d not cum for weeks and needed release as soon as possible.

“N-Now what?” Striker asked having forgot what Chaz had said earlier.

“Now, I edge you,” Chaz smirked, hand still wrapped around Striker’s cock shaft.

“Wait, what!? You know I hate being edged,” Striker growled shakily.

“Trust me, I promise it’ll make it feel amazing,” Chaz reassured the imp.

“Ugh, fine…if Ya say so,” Striker conceded.

That was all Chaz needed to start twisting his wrist around Striker’s shaft, due to the imp’s spines he couldn’t stroke up and down like normal however he’d figured out that this was just as stimulating for Striker. Chaz rubbed his thumb along the underside of Striker’s cock to feel the metal sounding rod inside him making the imp moan loudly, biting down on his lower lip as the knot in his stomach grew, thrusting his hips into Chaz’s grip. Adding his second-hand Chaz stroked Striker’s cock base in time with the shaft strokes causing Striker to open mouth moan however just as his cock began to tense Chaz stopped everything he was doing, watching as Striker’s cock twitched a few times and the imp groaned irritably. After Striker calmed down Chaz started massaging the shaft of his cock again followed by pulling the head into his mouth, tongue swirling around the crown before sliding up to toy with the end of the metal sounding rod eliciting a deep guttural groan from Striker as his hips bucked upwards. Chaz felt Striker starting to tense again as well as his spines starting to flare thus, he pulled off once again watching Striker’s cock bob a few times while the imp moaned irritably, panting heavily with a deep crimson flush across his pale skin including his cock. This time Chaz rubbed the pad of his finger over Striker’s tip, running over the rods end, absently toying with the ring as precum oozed around the rod’s end out of Striker’s slit, the head of his cock a rosy, red color that spread about halfway down his cock shaft.

“Fuckin’ hell Chaz! Get on wit it already!” Striker demanded through panting breaths, glancing down at the shark through half lidded eyes.

“Okay, okay, calm down,” Chaz chuckled, sliding off the bed to go to his bag again.

Upon returning Chaz popped the lid on a bottle of lube he’d grabbed, drizzling a small amount onto his fingers that he pressed to Striker’s entrance. Chaz managed to insert two fingers rather easily indicating Striker had done some prep previous, pulling them free Chaz lubed up one of his cocks. Striker shifted his hips to give Chaz better access, the shark gingerly held the imp’s hips as he pressed forwards sliding nearly halfway in a single go eliciting a deep moan from Striker, cock straining for release as the sounding rod remained in place. Chaz waited a couple minutes for Striker to adjust then pressed the rest of the way in, waiting again before setting up a rhythm yet he subtly started shifting around in search of Striker’s prostate only knowing he found it when Striker arched off the bed with a high-pitched moan. Chaz continued to assault that spot with deeper, quicker thrusts while one hand came up to the ring attached to the rod inside Striker’s dick. Striker barely had time to register that Chaz had hold of the sounding rods ring before everything went white, he cried out in a breathy tone, head flung backwards and back arched clear off the bed as his orgasm wrenched through the imp. When his senses started to come back to him, Striker’s entire body ached, and he could feel the warm sticky feeling of cum on his stomach as well as the warmth of it trickling out his ass. Glancing around Striker spotted Chaz coming out of the bathroom drying off the sounding rod before placing it back in his bag then he walked over to Striker revealing he also had a cloth in hand.

“Didn’t I tell you it would be amazing,” Chaz chuckled upon seeing Striker was back to his senses.

“Alright…fishy…you were right…that was amazin’,” Striker admitted with a breathy chuckle.

Chaz chuckled with the imp as he cleaned him up, tossing the cloth to the floor afterwards then curling up with Striker with a fresh blanket over them.    

[showfallmediacameracrew]

[ Input Received. Transmission Begins. ]

[ The camera clicks on, the video is immediately greeted with shaky footage. Two people moving quickly through a forest shrouded in darkness with the soft tapping of falling rain around them, twin panting from the pair, the camera occasionally catches glimpses of them as they run. The shaky footage only stops once they two slow, standing under a tree that gives way to an open field and a nearby Denny’s dark and closed in the night. Both catching their breath, though the person holding the phone noticeably more winded and wheezing. Each have a plastic bag with takeout containers in a hand. ]

J: “Fuck Axolotls and their weak ass limbs. That’s their only problem, making my bones weak.”

M: “Are you sure- fuck, are you sure you don’t have asthma or something?”  

J: “I don’t even know what that is! Axolotls have cartilage for bones and it’s affected my own limbs. I have bones, but I’m not exactly a hybrid of an animal known for being really good at running on dry land!”

M: “Maybe just get better bones, idiot.”

[ There’s a brief pause as the two attempt to get their breathing back to normal. It’s silent aside from the natural ambiance of the forest during rain. After a minute or two, Marvin breaks the silence. ]

M: “I cannot fucking believe we just stole all of this shit from a Longhorn Streakhouse, like- Holy shit we actually got away with that! I didn’t expect that to work at all, I thought we were gonna go to jail or something but we actually did it! Holy shit, there’s so much food here!”

[ Marvin laughs. It’s a little snicker at first, but it quickly snowballs from there. In a matter of seconds he’s full on cackling, head thrown back and his laughter-wrought face bathed in moonlight. He knits a hand in his rain soaked hair as fat droplets snake their way down his jaw. ] 

[ Jasprix is frozen, staring at him. Marvin's face glowing in the light of the moon, coming through a break in the rain clouds for a few moments, mouth open in surprise, expression turning to something softer. His normally slitted pupils are blown as wide as saucers. Jasprix’s tail curls up and waves within view of the camera recording, swaying side to side as he watches Marvin. When his companion eventually stops laughing and turns to look at him, Jasprix quickly avoids eye contact and looks at the forest floor. ]

M: “You got a weird look on your face, man. Not having buyers remorse, are you? I mean. Well. We didn’t buy anything so I guess it  wouldn’t be- Oh whatever, you get the idea.”

J: “The moon is weird and I can’t see in the dark, let's hurry before something smells our food and we have to fight a bear. Yep, come on, let’s go!” 

[ Jasprix starts walking quickly, pausing to look back at Marvin and pull his arm forward by the handcuff connection instead of forcing him to run or trip on his own feet trying to catch up. Marvin yelps in surprise but follows along beside him. ]

[ Transmission Ended. ]

[heartsopenminds]

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I tagged 279 of my posts in 2022

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#misread the artist name as penny lancaster and was like supporting artists is great but i dont think rod stewarts wife waa short of cash

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

youtube recommending ninety minutes of dan telling us about how shitty youtube can be, we love to see it

66 notes - Posted May 5, 2022

#4

words don’t come so easily

pairing: Dan Howell/Phil Lester

rating: general

tags: alternate universe, first meeting, artist phil lester

word count: 8019

summary:  When Dan agrees to be a celebrity guest on a reality show for artists, his only aim is to raise his profile a little and appease his agent.

That is, until he meets the artists who'll be painting his portrait, and one in particular catches his eye...

for @hiwatari​, sorry it’s been so delayed ❤️

~~~

thanks so much to @sainthelmine for this gorgeous art of dan viewing phil’s self portrait, it’s exactly what I’d imagined!

71 notes - Posted January 9, 2022

#3

So we've had OFMD, Heartstopper and now Dan's back....2022 is officially the year of the queer, baby

160 notes - Posted May 5, 2022

#2

preshow hangout q+a! london 28 sept

I was at the show again tonight (I got to go on friday too!) and it was sooo good! I also got to go to the pre show hangout, so here’s some highlights from the q+a - putting under the cut as it’s v long and maybe a little spoilerish so....

- dan had lots of people he knows coming to the show tonight and was trying not to think about how how much ‘adult content’ there is and how they might react

- he had to remove some grandma jokes from the cardiff show because of the queen's funeral

- what disney prince would he bang? Immediate answer was the beast, then he clarified he meant in human form, then switched to aladdin

- people have mocked him for the fact that all he has in his rider is red bull, water and a banana (he reassured us this was not for sexual purposes)

- his feet smell like soap, but apparently americans have told him that's weird because everyone uses shower gel these days and soap is for medievel peasants

- he used to know how to do the dance to lucifer by shinee, and they're his number one all time group

- he thanked the person who wrote 'piss' on their piece of paper for bringing that over from instagram q+a’s

- the box where people post questions which is labelled ‘dan’s hole’ is now being referred to as ‘dan's slit’ because it’s a slot not a round hole

- the crew named the box dan's hole without consulting him and he's worried about getting it through customs to america

- the vip bags are meant to be an end of the world survival kit and you can use the bracelet as a weapon to fire at people's eyes and blind them

- there's lots of journalists coming to review the show tonight and Dan is worried they are all going to be bald white old heterosexual men and will think he’s just a woke child, but apparently if he wears nail varnish they'll suddenly realise he's gay and then whatever he says will be fine

- he said several times that we all have to make sure we cheer and look like we're enjoying the show so that the journalists will give him a good review

- his least favourite one direction solo music is liam payne’s

- the same person who asked that also asked for 'thoughts on’ daddy marx aka karl' and dan’s response was icon, legend, slay

- if phil were turned into a houseplant, dan wouldn't water him as he wouldn't deserve it because of how many plants he's killed

- dan thinks phil will live in filth for two months while he tours america and then do a panic clean 2 days before he gets back

- the person who asked them for a threesome was.....your mum

- corgi might win over shibe in the 'get a dog' discussion because shibes are apparently not very emotionally available

- someone said get one of each and Dan said he doesn't want to come home from tour and find two dog skeletons, so maybe that's a 2023 thing (!!)

- he emotionally vibes with the idea of becoming a cottagecore cat lady with 9 black cats

- his dream place to do a show would be in his house so he doesn't have to get dressed, so probably a livestream of him sleeping

- if he had to be a biscuit he'd be a hobnob - messy, large, circular and full of too much sugar

- fuck marry kill with mariokart characters - he'd marry then fuck then kill luigi

- he’s clueless about wine and never knows what to say when people ask him what his favourite red wine is

- phil only likes alcohol that tastes like ribena, and likes a nice gay rosé

- fave alcoholic drink - he said he's a gin girl because gin makes you cry and he's crying all the time on the inside so he's drawn to it on an emotional level

- someone asked how it felt to have turned an entire generation queer, and he laughed and apologised

- 'would you rather turn into sonic, godzilla or megamind every time you’re aroused?' dan’s response was sonic because whatever you're going to do, you can do it fast ‘time is money - spin on that, bitch!’

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216 notes - Posted September 29, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

so dan's spent two years writing his own non-youtuber au fic and trying to get youtube to help him make it

338 notes - Posted May 4, 2022

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𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐌.  Suguru braced himself for impact — his jaw clenched, his teeth gritted together.  This was more like it… a quick cut to the chase was what anyone in his line of work would’ve expected.  It was easier to work with this flashy display, to look for openings and exploit them, rather than waiting for the small talk to grow cold and boring.  In a way, Suguru preferred the predictable nature of vampires —-- he knew their weaknesses, and how desperate they became the moment a drop of blood scented the air.

The exorcist swallowed down the growl of discomfort currently working its way up his throat as his back made contact with the wall behind him. He didn’t dare to look down at the vampire’s clawed hand pressed firmly against his chest, keeping him rooted against the wall —-- he didn’t dare to look away from those eyes.  A brilliant, impossible blue.  Suguru had never seen anything like it, in all of his years as an exorcist. The way the colors shifted within them… his slitted pupils a stark contrast to the chilling azure surrounding them.

Suguru felt the other’s hand creep upwards to frame his jaw.  For some reason he allowed it, not bothering to fight back just yet.  Perhaps he was intrigued by his presence —-- curiosity getting the best of him as the vampire considered his options.  He watched the subtle shift in demeanor, going from monstrous to blasé… felt the sharp nail pressed against his throat.

He took a moment to consider his options.  While he knew that this guy was a vampire, he didn’t quite know how old or how experienced he was.  It was easy to ascertain that he wasn’t a newborn, at least —-- the vampire was all but playing with his food.  Newborns were incapable of doing so.  Still, though, the vampire’s piercing gaze was enough to put him in a new category altogether; one that left Suguru feeling a bit more cautious than usual. 

The silver-tipped bullets lodged in his gun were his best bet.  The three silver crosses against his neck in the form of a necklace might be enough to disinterest the vampire as well.  He didn’t have his bag of tricks with him —-- assorted weaponry for threats such as this one, this man, currently pinning him to the wall.  A silver stake to the heart would’ve been ideal here, but alas… Suguru had been planning for a typical run of the mill exorcism.

❝ People like me? You mean exorcists? ❞  Suguru asked, growing all the more interested in this guy.  He didn’t fight off the other’s grip, instead choosing to practically welcome it.  His violet eyes stared straight back into the other’s ethereal blues, unblinking. ❝ I know there aren’t many of us walking around Tokyo, but surely you’ve seen your share of us. Unless you're referring to what I did earlier... in which case, I'd love to learn more about any other encounters you've had with people harboring my skill set. It'd be great to know what ancestor decided to fuck me like this. ❞

While Suguru knew that his particular abilities were no match for any other exorcist in existence currently, he still felt just like anyone else.  Though perhaps a bit lonelier than most… but he wasn’t about to dwell on that right now.

His gaze widened as the vampire flicked his index finger against his forehead, momentarily forcing him to recoil.  Suguru pressed the back of his head against the wall behind him, if only to give him a bit of space. Weird.  This guy was weird.

❝ A drink? You want to buy me a drink… ❞  Outside of that being the worst option for a recovering alcoholic, Suguru was overwhelmingly surprised by the vampire’s forwardness. This whole exchange was odd, coming off the heels of a successful exorcism, the demonic soul he had sanctified still being absorbed, deep within…

He couldn’t help but smile, letting a small chuckle fill the air as he adjusted his clothing.  

❝ You’re something else, really.  You know what, sure —- let’s go get some coffee.  I’d love to see how much stranger this night can get. ❞

𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐄 𝐀 𝐒𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐊-𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊, 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐋𝐘 -- especially when Satoru could kill anyone with the flick of a finger. This exorcist was cute, asking him why he hadn't attacked as though somewhat disappointed that the order of things was being disrupted by Satoru's inherit dismissiveness, his unashamed curiosity bettering centuries worth of instinct to lunge. Tsk.

He shrugged, then promptly lunged forth in an eye's blink, slamming the poor guy against the opposing wall at his back with a resounding thud. Caging him with his arms, one planted firmly upon the center of Suguru's chest, Satoru leered. The pin itself, aside from disorienting, hadn't been enough to smack the back of the man's skull against the wall -- nor had it been powerful enough to crush his ribs. Maybe he'd have a bruise on his spine, but that was otherwise it. Merciful.

❝ Do you prefer this, do you want me to attack you, exorcist? ❞ Up crept his hand from chest to the underside of the human's jaw. A pointed nail pressed to skin, to jugular, whilst glasses were lowered upon the bridge of his nose enough that glowing azure nailed him with a piercing gaze capable of slitting straight through skin and bone. He didn't draw blood. ❝ Do you want me to say 'I see a hearty meal right in front of me' ? ❞ He pouted, now, aura completely switching from menace to boyish. ❝ Man, really -- don't sound so expectant. Maybe I was just curious about you; with how long I've lived, I don't see people like you... ever. ❞

His pupils were slits, dark abysses within pools of glacier oceans, cloudless skies, close enough that the bright blue reflected against Suguru's own eyes, faintly ghosting his cheekbones with its cool-toned light. In an incomprehensible way, if eyes met, Suguru's senses could detect the same sensation of Satoru's unseen gaze floating above him, a halo of thorny unblinking eyes drilling into him, and the other set gazing out beyond them. Keeping watch.

Satoru slowly dropped his hand away, but not before giving Suguru's forehead a tiny flick of his index finger, wafting aside the stray strands of black that lingered there. He didn't step back, for a moment, looming within the other's space whilst the subtle thrum of power filled the air between them. Within reach, and yet not -- especially with contact broken.

❝ How about this -- let's chat. I'll buy you a drink... or -- ❞ He sniffed once, then hummed. The distinct lack of alcohol scented his blood, his liver, and Satoru tipped his chin down. ❝ Ah, maybe not... -- coffee, maybe? There's a shop nearby, their pastries actually don't taste like ash. Besides, I have a feeling you'll be too wired to sleep now. Oops! ❞

Then and only then did the vampire take a singular pace backwards, swaying with a tuck of his hands behind his back -- as though somehow trying to make the other feel at ease after his fake-out and challenge; did Suguru want them to fall into the status quo, or would he humor his strangely human-esque request?

[professionallydeadinside]

A fun little “what if nothing bad ever happened” au, mostly a reason to draw more of Allison’s siblings and Demetra XD 

[kiwanopie]

boyfriend!Bakugou 🤝 best friend!Bakugou = thinking being annoying is a love language. Technically a prequel to this and this.

“Are you…?” You turn your head at him from your seat at the cafe table. “Are you eating my konsume? That was in my purse.”

Bakugou slides another chip in his mouth carelessly as he keeps himself still laid back against his seat, barely looking in your direction as he scrolls through his phone. “Don’t leave your purse just anywhere on the floor then.”

“I put it in between us.” You kiss your teeth as he reaches into the bag again. “Literally for the exact reason you’re eating out of it now.”

“Well I bet you feel real fuckin’ stupid now.” He snorts. “What made you think I wouldn’t-“

Bakugou shoots his hand up high in the air when you suddenly lunge forward to snatch them away.

“Tch, loser.” He jeers. “Aren’t you supposed to be fast?”

“I’m gonna be so mad at you if you ate them all.”

He clicks his tongue. “Who cares if I did? They’re mine now, anyway.”

“You can’t just be a bully and steal things!” You frown. - And you’re nearly completely over his lap as you reach for the snack in his hands, kissing your teeth when he divots his torso to sneak his hand in it again and full out whining when he holds it back in the air.

He straight up laughs in your face. “You’re so fucking easy. - If you want it so bad just make me give to you. You’re a fuckin’ siren, aren’tchu?”

“I shouldn’t have to use my quirk just to get my things from you! Were you really so hungry that you had to go into other people’s purses?”

“Hungry enough to get into your purse.” And Bakugou snickers at the way your face falls when he crumples the empty chip bag. “What are you even so mad for? I bought this, I can just get you another one.”

“But we’re having lunch now.” You pout, still woefully hovering over his lap. “And that was the last one of those they sold in the vending machine here! Now I’ll have to wait until we get back to the library...”

“Fine,” He shakes his head. “Then I’ll get you something else.”

“That’s not the point! You can’t just steal my snack!”

Bakugou rolls his eyes. Like you don’t get your sticky fingers on something of his every other day. Let’s not pretend he didn’t graze his hand on a couple of his mechanical pencils while he was rooting around in there. A few miscellaneous pieces of gum he’s sure correspond with the empty gaps in the one sitting in his book bag, and even looking at you now the faded royal blue of a worn rubber bracelet - participation award to any half chump loser who flunked the H.L.E.’s (Him) - is very blatantly making rounds around your wrist, nearly big enough to fall off your hand when it’s held in anything other than a fist.

His lips tighten mockingly as he pushes his back off of his chair, eyelids narrowed into slits as he folds his arms tightly against his chest and lowers himself to your gaze until he’s nearly a hair away from your nose.

Bakugou sneers. “Do something about it then, pussy.”

“- O.K. So, can you guys just kiss already? This is starting to get indecent.”

Mina giggles as Sero grimaces over his bento, untucking his perched hand from under his chin as you both part under his unimpressed glare; and Kirishima who’s very poorly hiding his blush under the guise of focusing on his lunch.

“If this is how you two act in public, I can’t imagine what you get away with in the privacy of your own homes.” He shovels a helping of rice into his mouth. “This much sexual tension is making my sushi taste weird.”

“Yeah guys, even I’m starting to get a little antsy at this point.” Mina absently crushes her bagged okaki into fine crumbs. “You obviously like each other? What’s the point in pining anymore? Just get on with it!”

Kaminari frowns petulantly as he fastens his arms around his chest. “I’m too old for crushes anyway. With this much tension - we would’ve gone all the way by the third day.”

“Yeah well, they’d be booking it to the nearest highway and J-stepping into traffic by the fourth.” Bakugou adds and you lower your head to hide the chuckle you’re holding in at your friend’s wounded pout.

“You’re not even denying it anymore!” Sero exclaims. “At this rate, I’m concerned that you two might be involving us in some kinda kink we don’t know about.”

You roll your eyes as you stretch over to reach for the half eaten curry on your best friend’s plate, ignoring him when he protests. “It’s not even that bad, Hanta-kun. We’re just… really close friends?”

Even Bakugou snorts at that.

“That’s it.”

There’s a loud screech that echoes into the walls of the emptying cafe area. A few halfhearted turns of the head that straighten just as soon as they glance, and the four of them stare up at their friend as he tosses his food with a huff.

“I’m not talking to either of you until either fuck or get married!” He points. “I don’t care which of them comes first.”

Mina chuckles as he bends to throw his bag over his shoulder. “Where are you going?”

“To shower. You guys are making me sticky.”

Bakugou’s eyes are on you as you turn your head to watch as your long time friend storms out of the cafeteria, smiling prettily as you stifle any laughs you might have at his expense. But your eyes are on him again as soon as he’s out of sight, and you smirk finding his eyes already in place of yours.

You’re unabashed as you giggle together.

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Unconditional Daydreams.

Pairing: Yandere!Incubus!Kaeya x F. Reader [+Diluc] (Genshin)

Word Count: 1.6k.

TW: Modern AU, Non/Con, Oral Sex, Distorted Reality, Implied Memory Tampering, and Slight Marking.

“Are you absolutely sure you should be working tonight?”

You glared in Diluc’s direction, to where he was standing behind the bar counter, idly cleaning pint glasses while you wiped off tables on the main floor. You knew he meant well - that as the owner, it was his responsibility to make sure his bartenders wouldn’t pass out while serving customers – but you were getting tired of the questions, of the unwanted comments on the bags under your eyes and the lack of color in your face. You looked like shit. You knew. But, you couldn’t afford to miss another shift just because you looked like a walking corpse, even if you were starting to feel like one, too.

“It’s fine,” You muttered, and then again, with more force, more reassuringly. “I’m fine. I’ve just been having weird dreams, lately. It’s been keeping me up.”

Diluc hummed, his usual scowl twitching up into a slightly softer, slightly less hostile frown. His tone was steady, dulled, but honestly, you were just surprised that he was bothering to indulge you at all. “Are you going to share with the class, or will I just have to let my curiosity eat me alive?”

You started to shake your head, to brush him off, but stopped yourself, laughing airily. You still had an hour before you opened for the night, and if telling him about your stupid, inane dreams would help to pass the time, you didn’t really have an excuse not to.

Still, you hesitated to start, letting your head lull to the side and your rag slip out of your hand. At least talking would help stave off the exhaustion. “It always starts with this guy, I think his name is— Kaeya— Kaeya—”

His name caught in your throat, and your hands shot downward, your fingers soon tangled in his hair as you made a half-hearted attempt to pull him away. He didn’t budge, obviously, only letting out a rough groan as he lapped over your entrance, tracing aimless patterns into your slit with his tongue before drifting, lapping over your clit until he drew out a sharp, cracked whine, audible evidence of your over-sensitivity. Even then, he only drew back far enough to latch onto the inside of your thigh, sucking harsh bruises into vulnerable skin while you pouted, carding your fingers through his hair. “Go on,” He encouraged, after giving you a moment to catch your breath. “You were telling me about the nightmares you've been having, right?”

You huffed, collapsing into the cushions of your loveseat. He hadn’t wasted any time today, forgoing his usual flirting and pet-names in favor of pushing you onto the nearest sofa and pulling your skirt up to your waist, burying his face in your cunt before he could so much as pretend he’d come over for anything else. You didn’t really mind. That was how it always ended up when the two of you saw each other – with Kaeya on his knees and you, too delirious to do anything but call out his name. “They’re not really nightmares,” You mumbled, your voice nearly too quiet to be audible. Kaeya made a throaty, reverberating sound of acknowledgment, and you went on, watching blearily as he peppered love-bites along your thighs. “Most of them are pretty normal, and you’re always there. I think I know you, most of the time, but it’s always a little blurry, and I can’t really tell if you’re supposed to be my neighbor, or my husband, or just a stranger I don’t—”

“Oh, so it is a nightmare,” He cut in, warm breath fanning over the back of your neck. His arms snaked around your waist, dragging you against his chest, and you laughed, playfully jabbing your elbow into his stomach. He’d cornered you in the kitchen, demanding his hourly dose of attention while you were trying to get something out of one of the higher cabinets. You could still hear the movie you’d been watching playing in the other room, and he could’ve just waited until you got back, but you couldn’t bring yourself to mind. You… well, you just couldn’t, with Kaeya. “I mean, a world where your handsome, charming, doting, handsome boyfriend is little more than a stranger to you? That sounds like a nightmare to me.”

“A few hours without your awe-inspiring modesty? I’m not sure how I managed to survive.” You felt his lips brush against the edge of your jaw, then the column of your throat, nipping gently when he reached your jugular. “It really isn't that bad. We’re usually just hanging out, or I’m meeting you for the first time, and we’re…”

You trailed off, but he didn't seem bothered, his grin pressing into the crook of your neck. He was grinding against your ass, now, because of course he was, the insatiable bastard. “We’re what, sweetheart?”

You rolled your eyes, scoffing. “We’re fucking, sometimes. That’s not the important part. It’s what comes next. After a while, everything just starts to—"

A hand slipped under your shirt, and you felt your smile waver, something in the back of your mind clicking out of place – like a bone pulled out of its socket, some electrical circuit disconnected from its system. You’d done this before, but you hadn’t. He was Kaeya, but…

But, you didn’t know a Kaeya, did you?

Silk sheets pressed into your back, cool and mild compared to the pure warmth radiating above you. There was something tangled around your arms – braided rope, soft to the touch but strong enough to keep your arms pinned above your head as he thrust into you, fucking into your cunt with no sense of concern or restraint. Your nerves felt like they were on fire, everything a little too hot, a little too intense, a little too hazy when you made any attempt to focus, to do anything but lie back and feel what was happening to you.

In an effort to block it out, to make the heat washing over you just a little more bearable, you tried to shut your eyes, to bite into the side of your tongue, but a hand rose up to cup your cheek, to work a thumb into the corner of your lips and pry your teeth apart, until your mouth hung open and you were stripped of any way to swallow back your little, whimpered moans. It didn’t hurt, but it was sadistic. You couldn’t feel much of anything, but all of it was agonizing, inhumane.

You’d never been here before, but it was all so, so familiar.

You could see him, above you, his smile broad and relaxed, one of his eyes visible and the other hidden behind a mess of dark hair. His movement slowed, but didn’t still, growing just lax enough to allow him to laugh, to lean down until his chest pressed into yours and his hair formed a curtain around you – caging you against him, refusing to let the rest of the world in. He was still holding your mouth open, but if he was deterred by your objection, your panic, it wasn’t enough to keep him away from you, to stop his lips from crashing into yours. You tried to pull away, and when that failed, to bite down, but you couldn’t move, and your mind went blank, and—

You woke up with a start, clawing at the bar’s tile floor as you bolted upward. You were on the ground, breathing heavily, and Diluc was at your side, a hand raised like he’d been moving to touch you. The renewed exhaustion hit you first, like something very heavy and very blunt to the back of your head, then the soreness, the aching in your limbs and the throbbing behind your eyes, tired muscles taunted with a moment of rest. Still, you did what you could to brush it off, to smile apologetically as you rubbed the back of your neck. “I’m… I’m sorry about that, it’s never happened before. How long was I out?”

“About thirty seconds.” Dry, flat, with only a hint of concern lacing his tone. He looked shaken, if anything, his eyes a little too wide, his own breathing as heavy as yours, and a tight knot of guilt formed in the back of your throat, only growing more difficult to swallow down as he went on, clearly taking pains to maintain his composure. “Get your things. I’m taking you home.”

“No, it’s alright, I’m—” You tried to get up, but your knees gave out as soon as you tried to put your weight on them, leaving you to stumble forward and brace yourself on a nearby table. He followed you, pushing himself to his feet, moving to take your arm before you brushed him off. “I promise, I’m fine, I just need to—”

“You need to get some rest. I’m not letting you drive, either, not like this.” You opened your mouth, squaring your shoulders, but stopped yourself, bit the inside of your cheek, forcing yourself to nod. You took a tentative step, moving towards the breakroom, but Diluc stopped you, a hand landing on your shoulder. “By the way,” He started, his voice low, razor-edged. “Do you know anyone named Kaeya?”

You thought for a moment, then shook your head. “I don’t think so. I mean... should I?”

He seemed to hesitate, but ultimately let you go. “Just get your things. I’ll be waiting here.”

You didn’t try to argue at all, this time. You didn’t want to. You didn’t want to stay here, to push yourself any farther.

Honestly, you just wanted to sleep.

~

Diluc waited until you’d left the main floor, until he couldn’t hear your footsteps or see you moving behind the door’s circular glass plane. Once you were out of earshot, he let out an airy sigh, fishing his phone out of his pocket and dialing a familiar number, a number he swore he’d never have to call again.

“Kaeya?” He said, as soon as the ringing stopped. And then, without waiting for an answer, “We have to talk.”

[lady-ashfade]

Double sided worry.

Eddie Munson x female reader. (She/her)

Plot: Eddie has been distant to his girlfriend and she notices. She starts to worry about why he wouldn’t even look at her or act like he used to. Eddie is worried but for different reason.

Warning: Non.

Length: Short.

Eddie’s been acting weird all day since the moment he picked u put, from the moment school ended.

He acted nervous and he was more spacey then normal. He is usually all over you like hands around your waist, kissing you, pretty much anything he could do.

But today he just wouldn’t and the most he’s giving you was a pat on the back and a kiss on the cheek. This caused your insecure mind run with ideas.

Like what if he didn’t care for you anymore. Or what if he found someone else. Did you do something to upset him? Maybe you looked horrible today.

Your knees bounced with anxiety as you waited for him to come out the club door. You always wait for him since he was your ride, not liking to take the bus. But it gave you time to do your homework so you could have more free time at night.

The doors swung open and cheering and chatting could be heard from all the way do the hallway. You looked up from your book and saw your group of friends and boyfriend step out.

“Did you see that shit? A perfect twenty and I sang the dragon to sleep” the other group members rolled their eyes at Dustin’s bragging.

“It was so easy. I would have cut its head off and that would have been way cooler” Mike groaned. He clearly wasn’t happy about dustin having his moment.

You started to collect your things and put the back in your bag. “I think what you did was cool dustin” Eddie smiled at him and wrapped a arm around his shoulder.

“Thank you” Dustin cried out. You picked your bag up and stood up. “Hello guys” You called out and they all turned to you.

“Y/n, you’ll never believe what happened” He ran up to you and started to tell the entire story. Eddie only looked at you for a slit second and walked away while the rest of you guys followed.

You guys all road home in Eddie’s car. The guys telling you about the whole section while Eddie only popped in from time to time.

Once you finally said goodbye to the kid you nervously started to pick at your nails. It was dead silent in the car and you couldn’t take it.

“Have I done something” You asked so soft and worried. Eddie quickly jumped and looked at you.

“What? No, of course not. Why would you think that” He was so quick to deny, it almost made you feel better.

“You’ve been distant today. I haven’t even gotten a real kiss or hand holding. It’s like you don’t want me around” You averted your eyes back out the window trying not to cry.

“Baby.., it’s not like that. It’s just-” he put his other hand on the steering wheel and the other one through his hair while he was trying to find what to say.

“If you can wait until we get to my place I’ll explain everything” He sounds so nervous and serious. Like he was asking you to trust him.

“Yeah, I can wait Eddie” You looked back at him to see him staring back at you. He placed his hand over to yours and held onto it. You smiled softly at the feeling and waited till you got to his house. And it seemed like forever to get to the trailer park, more then it usually did.

“Wait there” He said while getting out his door. You watch him walk around to your car side confused but then he opens your door.

“My lady” You giggled. He hasn’t said that in a while. “Thank you, my king” you also haven’t used that nickname in a long time.

He smirked and took ahold of your hand and pulled you into the trailer. You stood in the middle of the room while he closed the door.

He stepped away from the locked door and up to you. Your breath hitched as he pulled you into a kiss like he hasn’t kissed you in days. His hands grabbed ahold of your chin and waist pulling you closer with force.

You hummed in delight while kissing him but also Confusion on why he kissed you all of a sudden.

“What’s that for?” You asked while he pulled away. And as you looked at him with those a sweet eyes of yours, he melted.

“Just wanted to do that before I probably do something stupid” you frown your brows at him. Do something stupid? What’s he talking about.

And before you could asked he puts his fingers to your lips and shh’s you. “Let me go get something, okay” and with that he leaves you alone.

You watch him walk away and disappear and your heart starts to beat. This whole situation was very confusing and it still had you convinced he was going to break up with you.

You play with your fingers while waiting for him and you could hear him talking to himself and throwing things around. You couldn’t make out what he was saying but you wished you could.

“Got it” he yelled as he can out of his room. You watch him run towards you with a hand behind his back.

“Got what?” You eyes run up and down but mostly at his arm behind his back. He just took a deep breath and swallowed.

“You’re probably going to hate it and realize you don’t want to be with me anymore. I have to say that i-” He started to stutter and the words just came out as blanks.

“Here” He pushed something into your chest. You looked down to see a cute red box, you grabbed ahold of it and looked up at him to ask permission to open it and he nodded.

You opened it and what you saw your heart turned into a million butterflies. You felt like crying. Looking back up at him but the look on your face made him worry.

“I know we’ve never said it before and now you just have it onto a necklaces. It’s probably to soon for you and you probably don’t love me back and that’s okay. But I love you with everything I have and I know it’s lot a lot but-” His sentence stops as soon as you throw yourself at him and wrap him in a hug.

“I love you too, Edie.” You said while into his shoulder holding him close. He smiled and wrapped his arm around you. His heart now filled with happiness and not worry.

“I can’t believe you thought I didn’t love you.” You pulled away. He just shrugged. “I was scared to tell you because I didn’t know where you stood” Eddie looked ashamed for a minute but you reached to pat his cheek.

“Well I guess I have to step up my game” You turned around and moved your hair out of the way. “Put it one me” He took the box from your hands and pulled the necklace out.

It was a golden heart with “I love you” written on it, and it was beautiful and simple. But you would never take it off.

“Of course my love” He put it around your neck carefully and clipped it together. He put a few kisses on your neck, sweetly. You couldn’t think of anywhere else you’d rather be.

You only wanted to be with him at the moment. And that’s where you stayed.

[sir-phillip-crane]

Your ex is trying to embarrass you in public, but your lover steps in as a shield, eyes ablaze in a fury. - with Keyleth, Grog, and Vax'ildan?

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Keyleth • Keyleth got momentarily distracted by a vendor with! Little wooden carvings!! Of animals!! • “Oh! Buttercup, come look at these! Oh, they’ve got a little sabertooth!” • Yes, she absolutely calls you buttercup, or lilac, or sunshine, or rosebud, etc. They’re all based on nature things! Of course they are, it’s Kiki! • Pretty quickly, she realizes that you aren’t there with her. Well… That’s weird. Where’d you go?? • She starts to try and find you, and it’s not too tough to find you interacting with a stranger. • What they’re doing doesn’t matter, but it’s brought the attention of a ton of strangers, and you look uncomfortable. • She immediately shoves her way through the crowd and will absolutely summon something to try and freak them out. • You know in the first fight against the Briarwoods when Keyleth summons a ton of bees and yeets them at Delilah? • She absolutely does that. • There’s more of a lead up to it. She summons them and, since they are her bees, lets them climb on her arms. • “Do you know the interesting thing about bees? When they sting, it’s a death sentence. But here’s a funny thing; these are wasps. Wasps don’t die after they sting… But you’re gonna die after, uh, after… Oh, I’m not good at quippy remarks.” • She just yeets the wasps at them, absolutely grinning ear to ear. • Then she’ll wrap an arm around you and say “they deserve that.”

Grog • “Fuck yeah, they got ale!!! Babe, babe do you want some ale!?” • He turns around and just… where? Are you? • “Babe? Hey, babe, where you at?” • He wanders around the festival for a little while, trying to find you. After asking a few vendors, he’s got an idea where you are. • And there is some bitch ass piece of shit talking to you. • Grog doesn’t know much, but he knows he fucking hates whoever that is. You look upset and are trying to get away – that’s not good. Not good at all. • He takes out VM’s bag of holding, the one with his ax and other various random shit. • Including the severed hand of that guy that he and Vax cut off. • He walks up behind you and puts his hand on your shoulder. • “’Ey babe. This guy botherin’ you?” • He pulls out the severed, partially rotted hand, and throws it at your ex. • “That’s what happened to the last guy who bothered one o’ my friends. I’d say you should get outta here-“ • He pulls out his axe • “-before somethin’ worse happens to you, yeah?” • They’re running scared before anything else is said or happens. • He grins, kisses your forehead, and asks “do you want some ale? I know I do.”

Vax’ildan • “You funny little raven, you! My finger’s not a worm! Oh, you are the cutest, aren’t you?” • He absolutely gets distracted by all of the animals he sees. Ravens are a favorite, and the aforementioned one, he absolutely will adopt. Usually he’d steal but, you know, they’re making a living from this, so… • “We’re gonna have to name you, yes we are. Oh, you are the sweetest! My little darling, my little knight-“ • His newly adopted raven croaks, flutters his wings and tries to get Vax to pay attention to the crowd gathering. • After a moment Vax does notice, and absolutely shoves his way through the crowd. • He finds Vex and “hey, hey, what’s going on?” • She explains that she should have brought her fucking bow because she wants to murder this jackass bothering you. • “You’ve your daggers, brother? If you slit their throat I’ll keep the guards from catching you. We’ve done it before.” • He sighs, “don’t bring that up. I… Let me deal with it.” • He gets a natural 20 on stealth and sneaks up behind this cunt, one of the daggers to their throat, and greets you with “hey peach, did you miss me?” • He won’t say much else, but come around to give you a peck on the lips and “meet my raven, too. I’ve yet to name him but, ah, you know. Bigger fish to fry.” • He lights up his dagger and turns around, “such as you. You know, I’ve never filleted a human. Fish, squirrels, really any animal. But not a human. That would be so fun, wouldn’t it?” • Your ex is running for the hills. • “There we go! Don’t let the door hit you on the way out! Or, or… something… Darling, are you alright?” • He’ll check on you and make sure you’re alright before- “and we need a name for my little friend here! Yes, yes we do!”