#anyways yeah here you go the sketch all colored in smiles

[moth-party]

I’d be pissed too if i was falsely accused of murder, tried as guilty, sent to the electric chair only to be taken in by a hypercapitalist SCP ass corporation and turned into a fish

[quibbs126]

if you havent yet, could you do an almond x latte fankid? i love that ship a lot :)

Here we are, this is Almond Milk Cookie

Funny enough, I was actually trying to go back and find this post after editing something, only to realize I never actually posted it and left it in drafts. Only for one day, but still

Anyways, so on to him

So Almond Milk here is a healer, using almost exclusively milk magic. He started out in Parfaedia, and spent a good portion of time there, until he switched over to the Vanilla Kingdom to learn healing magic, where he now works as a doctor

He’s a very friendly and kind sort, and he’s very dependable. Also, despite what some may think from his profession, he’s quite physically strong as well

However he is self conscious about not being made of “real milk”, instead being made from almonds, and he wonders if his false ingredient hinders his healing abilities. His mother has told him that whether or not his ingredient really counts as “real milk” doesn’t matter, but it’s never been something he’s able to let go. He doesn’t really make it that known anymore though, preferring to keep it to himself

Now on to design things

So I’ve had the name Almond Milk as an almondlatte kid idea for a good while now. Lattes are made of coffee and milk, and there exists a form of milk made of almonds, so it’s the obvious choice

Almond milk:

I made the initial rough sketch some months ago, so I don’t entirely remember the thought process behind it. But it looks nice, and like Latte’s but with one of Almond’s hair colors

I’m not sure why I gave him a thicker body type, but whatever, he has one. It’s not like I’m that good at drawing super skinny Cookies anyways

His outfit was originally going to be more hospital like, and probably somewhat closer to Butter Roll’s, until I decided that maybe I should make it more fantasy looking. Especially with all of my Almond kids generally having more modern looks to them, or at least in the way that Almond is “modern”, I don’t know the right word

The small cloak thing was a bit of a struggle, especially with his smile, but I eventually got something

In the sketch I gave his almond brooch something around it that looked nice, but I wasn’t really sure what it was going into the lineart, so I made it leaves. They probably shouldn’t have lines and should instead be solid green, but whatever

I gave him that spoon last minute in the sketch, since I remembered that as I said prior, I tend to not give my fankids accessories or tools anymore, and I wanted to rectify that. Unfortunately his pose didn’t really lend me well to putting it in his hands, so it’s just slapped on to the back. I’m also noticing now that the spoon itself it too small, at least on the bowl thing. But it’d be a big hassle to try and fix it, so I guess I’m stuck with it annoying the crap out of it

Oh yeah, so as mentioned earlier, I came to edit something in his design, that being his colors. Originally he looked like this

I liked the blue, and it does give him a color scheme unique from his parents, but my big problem was that the colors reminded me of Marcille from Dungeon Meshi. I don’t know if the outfit is exactly like hers, but it was bugging me, so I changed it. I think overall I like the new color scheme better, but I just wanted to mention the old one

I’m actually quite satisfied with how he turned out. Though granted I did have ideas going in about what to do with him, so that probably helped

Anyways, so that’s Almond Milk. I hope you like him

[darealstethan]

NEW CHAPTER OF WANT ME!!!

Slight inspo from @confuzzledcrow headcanons!!

Read on ao3 or below cut! (Please do read on ao3)

Ethan's POV

I sit in English, but my pen doesn't write words. Instead, my hand guides it to draw a masterpiece. My eyes land on a whole Benny face that is now covering a huge portion of the paper. I don't rip it out, I fold over the corner of the page to save for later. I've grown a collection of subconscious Benny drawings, I go on autopilot and let my brain do the work. And when I get home, I make sure to hang the loose line paper in on my closet door. Since the sleepover it been like this. Rory and I actually feel closer in a sense, and he doesn't hold anything against us. When I'm in class, I remember the imitate details. I remember how close we were, and the taste of salted popcorn, his soft skin, green puppy eyes-

"Mr. Morgan!" Eyes widening from the realization she is face to face with my love-filled page dedicated to Benny. I slam my book close and give a nervous smile.

"I'm so sorry" I whisper, sinking in my seat.

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The walk to meet Benny at the lockers was the best part of school now. We would only touch slightly, letting our pinkies linger around each other's. We smile, and we look. We will stare till I feel the heat in my cheeks, and I have to look away.

"Hey..." Just look at him, I'm blown away.

"He-hey, hey, hi." My palms are drenched in sweat. "Hey Benny." He chuckles, he chuckles and looks so dorkie doing it.

"Hey..." He laughs "...Why so antsy? I mean it's adorable but calm down its just me! Remember?"

"Yeah sorry, anyway do you want to come over today?" A grin paints his face.

"Boy, do I? Of course!" He finishes packing his bag, "Can I walk with you?"

"Yes Benny, you don't have to ask." We both shut our lockers, heading out. It's warm out, but there's a wonderful breeze. As we walk, I think about holding his hand, and sometimes I even reach for it. I just can't focus on his words, as my eyes wonder other places. I think other thoughts, it's always that night, how emotional that night was. I've never experienced anything like that, but it's had me feeling pretty good. If I knew this is how it would feel to admit I liked my best friend, well I would've realized a long time ago.

"Ethan!"

"HUH? What? Sorry!" I haven't even realized we made it to my house. "I've been calling your name; you didn't hear me?"

"No, sorry." We walked in, waving to Jane before escaping to my room. Tossed bags, shoes off, and we are now in bed; together. My hand traces his face, before placing short kisses all over. Leaving a longer on his lips before getting up.

"Can I show you something?" He sprung up to my words. I unzipped the heavy bookbag, pulling out my notebook and flipping to the folded page. Carefully tearing out the page, I searched my desk for a roll of tape. I ripped a long piece off and applied half of it to the paper and the other half to the inside of my closet door. Footsteps behind me, I feel his arms wrap around me.

"What's this?" It takes him a second to register what he's looking at. Sketches of Benny filled the door, pen and pencils, colored uncolored, detailed low effort. And I have to hide my face behind my hands, to hide the fresh pink spread.

"Oh my god... you drew these?" I went to shut the door, but I was stopped. "Ethan, these are... amazing." His hand felt each drawing, analyzing each one. He turned me to face him. His hand snakes to the nape of my neck, pulling me into a kiss; a kiss of passion. And it starts off slow, till he deepens it, and this slow kiss turned to a fast race. I trip backwards, as he's now guiding my body to the bed. I turn us just one more time, so I fall on top of him when we reach the bed. I am sat in his lap, with his head up against the headboard. Our lips only parting for breaths, nothing could ruin this moment-

"Ethan, here's your laundry!" The door swings open, all too fast, I practically throw myself off of Benny. Her eyes are wider than I can ever imagine.

"MOM!?" Like a deer in headlights, breath heavy, my mom quickly leaves the room. Panic sets in me and Benny's face, he quickly grabs his things before giving me a quick peck.

"I should get going, I'll call you later." I mouth "I'm sorry" before he leaves just as quick as my mom did.

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Dinner was quiet, the air is thick enough to cut. Nobody has said word, but I can tell many things want to be said.

"So, Ethan, how was school." My mom spoke bluntly, it was clear that wasn't the real question she wanted to ask. Probably, "Hey Ethan why were you on top of your best friend?"

"It was good."

"Well, your teacher called; she said you weren't focused. You were too busy doodling." Oh god..."What's that all about?"

"Nothing, I was just bored" I picked at the chicken pasta Infront of me.

"Is there something you aren't telling us-" "IT NOTHING...Okay? Nothing!" I slid out of my chair and headed back to my room.

I felt embarrassed, not only because I acted like that, because I just got caught with my best friend. Ran over to my laptop to call Benny. We talked for a half an hour, about my frustration. Till I got a knock at my door, I told Benny I'd call him back.

"Can I come in?" It was my dad, I motioned for him to come in.

"Hey buddy, how are you doing?" I rolled my eyes and let out an exaggerated sigh. "I'm okay dad."

"Look I am just going to cut this short; your mother told me what happened. And I understand you are growing up and might want-"

"DAD!!" I threw my hands to protest the continuation of that. "When Benny comes over the door must stay open, okay?" Oh, that's it? A weight was lifted when I realized this wasn't going to be a hate speech conversation.

"Okay, I am sorry!"

"It's alright, plus you just made me win 5o buck-a-roonies!" He got up, leaving from my room.

"Wait what? WAIT FOR WHAT??"

[fantasy-things-and-such]

yo is it normal for your heart to just suddenly hurt really bad for a few seconds anyway, here's the two hundred and smth words i promised:

Ahri Academy is built upon a small cliff that overlooks the Abesine River. At dusk, the outer walls make for a beautiful spot to watch the sunset.

Settling down with a pencil in hand, i begin to sketch the scene before me as the air cools and the first stars blink awake in the darkening sky.

“Watcha doing?” Tira’s bright voice pulls me from my thoughts. 

“Just drawing,” I murmur. “You?” 

“Watching someone draw.” We both laugh.

“You’re always in the strangest places,” Tira remarks after a moment. “I would’ve never thought to come up here.”

“Well, I live here.” I glance over my shoulder. “I know a few spots.”

“Oh?” She sits beside me with a smile plastered on her face. “You should show me sometime.”

I stare into her flame colored eyes. “Yeah.” My notebook lies forgotten on my lap as her hand finds mine.

“You remind me of the sunset,” I blurt out abruptly. 

Her smile grows. “You remind me of the moon. All lonely and quiet and chasing the sunset.” My face turns cherry red in an instant. “That-” I’m speechless. Sure, i’d been stealing glances at her every now and again. But I hadn't been that obvious. Right?

“Draw me.” She prompts, scooting forward to take a seat on the parapet. 

“Okay.” My face is still cherry red as I flip to a new page and begin sketching. The minutes stretch on, with only the sound of pencil on paper and crickets to accompany us. Tira sits incredibly still as I draw her. As the last of the sunlight fades, I lean back with a sigh. “Right.” I stand up stiffly. “How's this?” Tira’s expression softens. “I love it. Can I keep it?” I nod, and she gently tears the page. “Thank you,” she adds. tucking the page into her bag. "let's go back to the barracks." "go without me. I won't be long," I add after seeing her frown. "I promise." "okay." she concedes, leaving me alone with my thoughts in the night.

Tags: @aesthetic-writer18 @the-ellia-west @the-golden-comet @angst-is-love-angst-is-life

[captain-mj]

Outlander Part 3

Part 2 Part 1

Sorry for how late this is!!

Soap led him outside excitedly, holding his hand. He kept smiling at him and continuing to tug him along. Ghost did not understand him at all. Luckily, Soap did have a blanket to wrap around them because it was freezing.

For a moment, Ghost tried to figure out what he was supposed to be looking at before Soap gently touched his chin and led him to tilt his head up.

The stars. The sky was so clear but the stars.

Ghost grabbed Soap hard, trying to make sense of it. He was not an astrologist. He did not follow the stars. He did occasionally use the North Star for navigation though.

And those weren't his stars. There were too many. This was the first time he had been outside since he got here and Ghost was afraid to look at the land. What color would it be? What horrible things would he see?

Soap gently pulled Ghost's face towards him instead. His lips were pursed. "Ye okay?"

"The stars."

"Beautiful tonight, right?" Soap smiled at him, stroking his jaw.

Ghost swallowed, glad he had the mask on. "They look... nice. Do they always look like this?"

"They change a little but they're pretty much the same each year." Soap's smile started to fall. "Are you okay? I thought you'd like seeing the stars."

Ghost nodded. "Yeah... I do..." He glanced up at them again, really taking them in. They were gorgeous. That couldn't be denied. But there were more. A blanket of them.

It took him a while to put it together. Hours laying in Soap's bed, ignoring that he was laying next to him.

Light pollution. He had heard once that before there were lights, the stars were brighter. In all his time there, he hadn't seen any technology. Nothing more recent than a blade.

The whole larp thing was real. He was in the past. An unknown time away from where he should be. It rattled him.

Another day. Another set of hours not moving. Trying to come to terms with it.

"What year is it?"

Soap tilted his head and shrug. "Who keeps track of those?"

"What's the date?"

"Pretty sure the solstice hasn't passed yet." Soap said cheerfully.

Ghost knew they were well in to Fall which meant he was probably referring to the Winter one. He sighed and tried to think of anything he knew about Scottish history. Anything.

"You mentioned you're fighting the Brits right now right?"

"Anglos. I don't know what a Brit is." Soap frowned. "Your accent sounds a bit like them. Are you not an Anglo?"

Ghost shook his head. "From further... South than them."

Soap shook his head. "I guess... I will have to let you travel elsewhere. Once you're healed!"

Ghost frowned and tried a different approach. "I think I'm as healed as I'm going to get. Just waiting for it to scar over now."

Soap clenched his fists and smiled. "Just a little longer please?"

Ghost shook his head but didn't fight him. He didn't really know where he was going to go anyway. There was no getting back to his home.

And... well... besides his host's tendency to keep him in sight, this wasn't the worst place. He still wanted to go home and get away from all of this, but there were worse things.

That night, after bathing in a nearby river, he laid in bed, a little cold but glad to feel clean. He noticed Soap sketching again. He wondered what he was drawing all the time. Soap was clearly very focused and Ghost could see the tip of his tongue between his lips.

Ghost moved silently until he was standing behind Soap, surprised to see it was himself on those pages. His body and mask spread over Soap’s bed. Next to it was a sketch of his eyes and it was surrounded by little hearts and stars.

Oh.

Oh.

Ghost must’ve inhaled too hard because Soap was up and turned around. His normal stoic face was suddenly flustered as he muttered what sounded like apologies in Gaelic.

“That’s why you want me to stay.”

Soap blushes. “I would not be so selfish.” He looked away though, not willing to meet his eye. It was the first lie he had told. Besides "you'll get to leave soon".

Ghost stared. “MacTavish…”

“Simon.” Soap used that name like a weapon. “I am not deceiving you. I do want you to be healed.”

Ghost stared at him and Soap leaned forward, chest to chest.

“Simon…”

Ghost closed his eyes until he felt the gentle press of lips against the fabric. His heart sped up but he very quietly responded back. "Johnny..."

“Simon…”

Soap unmasked him and Ghost didn’t make a move to stop him. The kiss felt a lot better against his actual skin. "I want you to stay. Wanted you to stay. Please stay." He panted against Ghost's mouth before closing the gap to kiss him again.

Ghost slowly melted into him. Soap put some distance between them and looked at him.

"Bòidheach. (Beautiful)" Soap whispered reverently and he picked up Ghost's hand. He took the gloves off and kissed his hands. "làmhan fuar... (cold hands)" That was a little less reverent. It sounded worried.

Soap kept his eyes on Ghost's face as he kept kissing his hands. He compared them. Both of them had longer fingers with Ghost's only a little longer. Soap's were thicker though, his hands easily able to hold Ghost's. It was a funny feeling. He didn't quite feel small.

Soap kissed him again, breaking his train of thought. He whispered more things in Gaelic that Ghost hadn't heard before, just as he was sliding his hands down Ghost's body.

Ghost tried to build up his walls. Tell him no and point out that he didn't like being touched, but he found himself both unable and unwilling to. Soap felt good.

In a move that would've impressed any of Ghost's captains, Soap switched them and had him bent over the desk. His hands moved up and down his body, sliding under his clothes. He didn't seem to have what he wanted to say in English so he told him in Gaelic. Ghost didn't need to understand it to get the gist.

Soap covered Ghost's body with his own. "Let me make love to you, Simon."

Ghost blushed and tried to hide his face again. Soap was having none of it, pulling his hands behind his back. His other hand swatted at his hip, making Ghost jump. He panted and squeezed his eyes shut as Soap pulled down his pants.

Soap's hands were on his thighs, clearly admiring him. He kissed Ghost's back. "Pretty."

Ghost grabbed the desk hard. "Johnny."

"Gonna take care of you." Soap sighed softly as he kissed more of Ghost's spine. He reached around and yanked him up against his chest. His hand reached around and started to stroke him quickly. Soap was focused on making him cum as quick as possible and it was obvious. "Gorgeous. Pretty boy."

Simon panted softly and nodded immediately. His dark hair fell in his eyes and Soap gripped him so easily. Held him nice and tight against his chest while his hand worked him over. He turned his head and kissed him softly, pulling him closer somehow.

"Johnny. Johnny. Johnny..." Ghost whimpered as he came, pressing his cheek against Soap's as he relaxed. Soap bent him back over his desk and used his spend to coat his fingers, gently pushing one of them into his body. He groaned at the stretch and tried to relax but Soap was insistent. Going deeper and deeper as he tried to open him enough to take him.

Ghost felt more kisses and a few nips being placed against his back.

"Simon. You'll never be able to take me if you don't relax a little."

Ghost panted softly and tried his best, feeling embarrassed and all pent up. Soap pushed another finger into him and he gasped and tilted his head back. He felt Soap bury his hand in his hair and then tug it hard, dragging another moan out of him. Soap's fingers curled and he whimpered, eyes fluttering closed at the feeling.

Pleasure sparked up his spine as Soap pressed mercilessly into one spot. Ghost whined and his back arched.

Soap used more of his cum as lube before gently pushing into him, making Ghost scramble to find a hold again. It was a tight fit but it felt good. Really good. He slowly let his head hit the desk as he felt Soap grind into him.

"So good for me."

"Yes sir..." Ghost let it slip and felt Soap thrust into him at the words. He felt Soap pick him up pretty easily and twirl him around to fall into bed with him. "Feels so good."

Soap kissed him hard and fucked him harder, digging his hands into him. "You're mine. All mine." He held him close and rutted into him, making Ghost see stars. It felt so good.

His legs wrapped around Soap's waist and held on to his shoulders.

Soap pushed Ghost's head back and kissed his throat. "Don't leave. Stay here."

"I'll stay." Ghost moaned as he thrust in hard, feeling his legs start to shake. "I'll stay. I'll stay. I'll stay." He felt Soap pick up the pace, wrapping his strong arms around Ghost. The world melted down to the feeling of being filled and smothered.

Ghost lost track of the time, only paying attention to Soap and Soap only. His lips on Ghost's. His hands on Ghost's hips. The pleasure coursing up his spine.

Ghost felt Soap throb inside him and locked his legs around him so he couldn't pull out. Soap tried for just a moment before burying himself back in his body and coming hard, biting into his shoulder. Ghost moaned softly as he felt it. Soap kissed him softly and kept rocking into him, stroking him in time to try to get him to come too.

"My Ghostie."

Ghost flushed and shuddered as he came on his own chest. "My Johnny."

[helloheyhihowdyheya]

Get Well Soon

Eddie Munson x reader

Masterlist

Summary: Steve got sick. You wanted to make a get-well-soon basket. Eddie took that idea very seriously.

Word count: ~1.3k

Warnings: Some fluff, some swearing. Eddie being his funny, dramatic self. Reader’s gender/pronouns not specified.

A/n: Just a funny little idea for Eddie if Steve ever got sick. I hope you enjoy, thanks for reading <3

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Steve got sick. You would’ve accused him of having the “man flu” had you not seen how pale he’d looked and backed up ten feet after the scratchy coughs he let out. Steve had blamed it on one of the kids for getting him sick, but Dustin had said it was Steve’s aging body at fault.

Either way, he was bedridden with a fever, all of you taking turns visiting him and helping him through it. Yesterday, after grabbing the mail for Steve, you’d suggested to Eddie to put together a basket of sorts to help him feel better ��� medicine, soup, chocolate, tissues, maybe a card. It hadn’t meant to be much, just something to help him recover and show that his friends were here for him. You hadn’t meant for it to become this…

“Christ, Lucas. Do you want Steve to throw up more? Cause that’s what this is going to do,” Eddie said, peering over Lucas’s shoulder. You were all sitting at the dining table at the Wheeler house. Your boyfriend had his arms crossed, having quickly taken over the mom role from Steve in his absence.

Lucas had drawn a thermometer with an ice pack on its head for his get well soon card, and while it was a little bit crooked, it wasn’t bad. You knew Steve would appreciate it anywa-

“Robin, you’ve seen a VHS tape before, right?” Eddie asked, his hair falling along his shoulder as he moved next to her.

She leaned back in her chair to look him in the face, rolling her eyes. “I literally work on a video store, Munson.”

Eddie pursed his lips, nodding as he brought a finger down to the basket she was decorating. “Yeah, thought so… Then what in the everloving hell is this you’ve made?” 

One of the crafts you thought could be nice was to draw designs on the basket (really just a cardboard box). You’d all chosen some movies to include in there for him to watch, so Robin had decorated the box with sketches of VHS tapes. You couldn’t quite tell what was wrong with it, but you had long since given up on stopping Eddie’s tirade.

Robin continued her drawing, saying, “It’s literally fine, dickwad. Steve’s too hopped up on meds to even care!”

She definitely had a point. But you just sat there, continuing to redesign the label of a Farah Fawcett hairspray bottle. Instead of her name and face, you thought Steve might find it funny to have his name and face on it — he’d become the epitome of great hair in this town anyway. You were cutting his face out of a picture when Eddie walked up behind you.

For a moment, you braced yourself. But he bent down to kiss you on the head, whispering, “Sweetheart, this is perfect. He’s gonna love it.” His thumb stroked across the back of your shoulder as he kept walking past. Internally, you smiled while ignoring Robin’s playful glare.

Before Eddie could make any more remarks, Dustin came in through the front door, holding up a shopping bag. “Okay, I think I got all the snacks and meds for Steve. How are the arts and crafts going?”

Biting down on the inside of your cheek, you listened to the silence that followed Dustin’s question. Just scurried sounds of colored pencils and tape ripping filled the room.

Meanwhile, Eddie took the bag, rustling through its contents. “Henderson…” he said, and all of you looked up, waiting for his next words. “Are these goddamn Red Vines?” He pulled out a pack of Red Vines licorice, holding it up with shaking fingers.

“Uh, yeah?” Dustin muttered, his eyebrows scrunched together.

Most of you ducked as Eddie threw the Red Vines toward Dustin, who just barely dodged it. “I said Twizzlers. Twizzlers. I…” He pressed his finger and thumb on the bridge of his nose, breathing deeply. “We’d said we wanted to make a get-well-soon basket for Steve. How is he supposed to get better under these conditions!?”

By this point, you let out a soft laugh, unable to hold back your amusement any longer. Maybe the power had gotten to his head too much. He’d even convinced your parents to make some of their homemade soup for Steve.

“Are you going to do any work besides yelling at children?” Max asked from the couch, her eyebrow raised as she worked on her nearly completed card.

Eddie put his hands on his hips, and you had immediate flashbacks to Steve. Silently to Robin, you copied his pose, setting your hands on your waist and pretending to lecture while Eddie spoke.

“I already made a card and a personalized tissue box because I’m efficient, so I have the time to ensure the rest of you don’t poison Steve with these measly gifts.” 

Max gave him an unimpressed look, but a hint of a smile showed when she saw you. Robin had started copying the pose too, both of you hiding your laughter. You quickly stopped when Eddie turned around, but he still saw the way your shoulders shook. Thankfully, before he could say anything, Mike walked in with the stack of VHS tapes for the basket.

“Finally,” Eddie said, looking at all the gifts. “We should be pretty close to done now, even with its faults.” He pointed the last words toward Dustin, who flipped him the bird from across the room.

With a tired back and aching wrists, you yourself were nearly finished with the hairspray. But just as you fixed the new label onto the bottle, Mike bumped into your shoulder as he walked past with the tapes. Your hands flew forward, knocking the bottle and its cover off the table. As it hit the floor, you heard the snap of the bottle’s nozzle breaking off.

Complete silence followed, none of you moving as you stared at the damaged hairspray. In the process, the picture of Steve had ripped too, just leaving half of his face on it. There’d be no way to fit the nozzle back on.

“Mike…” Eddie said, the word tight like it could snap at any moment. You barely breathed. “Go get another one. Now.”

Mike sputtered an apology to you, but then turned to Eddie. “I can’t even drive, man. We could–”

“Figure it out, Wheeler!”

“Eddie, it’s really fine,” you told him, walking up to him and running a hand down his arm to calm him down. “It doesn’t need to be perfect. Steve would probably cry even if we’d just gotten him one card, let alone several.”

You watched his jaw tick as he thought, his weight leaning into your touch. “Fine. I’ll save my artistic vision for another time. We can be done, guys,” he muttered, waving a hand through the air.

A collective sigh of relief went through the room. You grabbed the different gifts from everyone, trying to set them up in the basket just right. Then Eddie took over, twisting things this way and that until it looked perfect — minus the Red Vines, according to him.

Yeah, he was dramatic. But Eddie cared for others with his whole heart, and you wouldn’t trade that for anything. And you were right about Steve. Surrounded by his closest friends and delirious with a high fever, Steve took one look at the wonky, mismatched get-well-soon basket and teared up. You pretended not to notice the watery look in Eddie’s eyes either.

[feeblescholarmyass]

Chapter Three: Kaveh

cw: possible eating disorder tw, tw threats, reader is a casual artist, Kaveh is down bad

Sumeru Boys x GN!Reader, poly relationship, modern au, college au

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Chat: Animals

"I've had a lot of strange interactions with local wildlife lately. Tighnari says it's because I attract trouble like pollinators to flowers, but I think it's just because animals love me. That Rishboland Tiger was purring, I swear!"

Kaveh had been sitting there for the past two hours while working on his current design when you barged in. You had disappeared into the back closet almost as soon as you had arrived, but you had still forced him out of his creative coma. He listened to your rummaging and muttering, wondering what in Teyvat you could be looking for.

"There it is," you finally gasped, pulling out a bag from behind the clutter of the supply closet. "I knew I must have left it here."

Just as you were about to leave, you paused. It seemed he had caught your eye. Or more accurately, his current aggravated looking sketch as he began to get increasingly frustrated with the uncompromising difficulty of this commission.

"What's that?" You asked, stepping closer to his side. You smelled like fresh apples and practically glittered in the light provided by the large window behind him. You bounced lightly on your feet, leaning closer to get a better look.

"Oh, just a commission. I'm trying to get the specifications the client asked for right, but it just doesn't look right for some reason. I can't figure it out."

Your fingers twitched and he noticed you attempt to reach for a pencil. "I wonder if it's the placement of this accent piece? Maybe you could shift it over a little, or find something a little taller?"

He hummed to himself, wondering exactly what you meant. "Go ahead, it's not like what I'm doing is working anyways."

You smiled and lightly sketched over his angry scribbles in neat, soft looking lines. "Like this. Maybe leaving a little more room for open space and decoration looks empty at first, but if you add something right here, then-"

"Yes!" Kaveh gasped, standing up. "How did you do that?"

"Just a fresh pair of eyes, I guess." You smiled at him, returned his pencil, then disappeared with your mystery bag in tow.

He watched you leave, feeling his cheeks grow hot and his heart race. He never noticed how beautiful your smile was before.

You held your pencil differently than he did, he had realized. You rested it on your ring finger instead of your third. You had a writer's callus right above your knuckle closest to your nail. He wondered if that provided any extra stability or if it was just a habit you had learned when you were young.

Ever since that first day in the empty art classroom, you had started to sit together in silence while working on your separate projects. He usually was making last minute changes to a design while you were either finishing an assignment or just taking a break before heading home.

You left at 4:22 sharp on every day except Mondays, where you left at 3:58. He wondered what called for the schedule change.

You also had impeccable fashion sense. He had first noticed some of your bolder outfits that seemed to be inspired by past Fontaine fashion trends, namely about ten to fifteen years ago. You played with monochromatic color schemes, or sometimes direct contrast. But no matter what, it always looked fantastic on you.

But the thing he noticed most of all was the ring you wore on a chain around your neck. It wasn't your size, but you always made sure to have it on your person, even if it didn't match what you were wearing that day.

He wondered who had given it to you, and what meaning it held.

"Yeah, and we were talking about how paint affects the way a space feels when they told me they painted their own childhood bedroom! They showed me pictures and everything. They have such an amazing sense for how to space decor and make a room look interesting! Honestly, I think they would make a great assistant in my work."

Kaveh had been going on and on about your artistic collaboration all throughout dinner with the other three boys. Occasionally Tighnari would comment about your other academic achievements, or Alhaitham would mention what you had been doodling lately during your language classes.

Cyno listened quietly most of the time, but it seemed he had chosen now as the time to chip in.

"You know, you all talk about Y/n a lot. Especially you, Kaveh. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you might like them. As in more than a friend or good assistant." He said dully, taking another bite of his meal.

The excited chatter that Kaveh had been leading suddenly stopped as all three stared at him.

"W-what?! No, no! It's just, uh, refreshing to talk with someone else who understands and appreciates art, is all!" He looked away indignantly and took a large bite of food to excuse him from explaining himself further.

Cyno hummed, glancing at him in a way that made it obvious he didn't really believe Kaveh, but was letting him off the hook. "What about you, Alhaitham? It's unusual to see you so willing to interact so often with someone you don't know well."

Alhaitham's eyes widened ever so briefly, his shock clearer than his friends were used to. "Y/n? They're in a class of mine. We sometimes aid each other with projects. It's a mutually beneficial strictly business relationship. What, are you jealous you're the only one who's life they haven't become a part of?"

Cyno huffed. "You're so annoying," he told Alhaitham. "Besides, it's inevitable that we will cross paths. One way or another, I will find out what makes this underclassman so intriguing to you all."

With that declaration, all mention of your name ceased and they continued dinner in a much less tense manner.

"I'm having trouble tying together this color scheme. What do you think, Y/n?" Kaveh asked, leaning closer to you.

You had been abnormally quiet today, and had hardly touched your pencil. Instead, you had been sitting with your head resting against your arms, observing him silently.

The way your cheek pressed up against your palm was just so precious, he was finding it difficult to remain focused on the project at hand.

"Oh, sorry. I'm just a little tired, I guess. Let me see," you apologized, sitting up to take a better look. "Oh, I see the problem. The undertones of this neutral background you're using are too blue for the other colors. It looks too stark of a contrast."

While explaining what you thought was the best way to fix this, You leaned forward so you could point towards what you were talking about. In order to reach, you had placed yourself precariously behind his arm, positioning yourself just over his shoulder.. If he were to just reach out slightly, he could wrap his arms around you and hold you close.

Which wasn't something he wanted, obviously. What a silly thing to desire. It was almost funny to imagine. Him? Longing to hold you so tenderly, or even intimately? What could possibly have made him even think that.

While he was talking himself out of grabbing your waist, you stumbled and grabbed his shoulder to steady yourself. his head was now plush against your stomach as you wobbled above him.

He cried out in surprise, reaching for your hand to help steady you. "Are you okay?!" He stood from his chair and helped you stand again.

"Y-yeah, sorry," You pressed the back of your hand to your forehead, looking a little flushed. "I got a little dizzy there for a second. I haven't had anything to eat yet today."

"What?!?" He cried, "It's practically noon!"

"Yeah, I woke up late and nearly missed my first class, and was hoping to catch up on sleep here, but it wasn't working out like I'd hoped." You waved your hand, trying to dismiss the topic.

"We are getting food! I can finish this project later, your well-being is more important!" He huffed, practically shoving you out of the classroom.

You felt butterflies twirling in your stomach as his words echoed in your mind over and over again. I am more important than him finishing a project. He thinks I'm important, you thought, hurrying to keep up with his long legs.

Somehow while you were distracted, he had laced his fingers in between yours and was squeezing your hand tightly. You glanced at your intertwined hands and smiled, squeezing back just a little.

He was thankful he was pulling you along instead of walking beside you, because if he hadn't been ahead, you would've seen the bright blush blazing across his cheeks.

So what if Cyno was right, he thought, they're a sweet kid and I can like whomever I want!

He dragged you around campus until he found Puspa Café, where he finally slowed down and let you take a break once you got to your table.

"You walk really fast," you huffed. "I was having trouble keeping up with you."

"Oh, sorry. I was just really worried about you, y'know? Not having enough nutrients to get you through the day could lead to all sorts of problems!"

You nodded, still reeling from the way his hand felt in yours. You looked down at the menu as a distraction, though reading through it proved difficult when one of the prettiest men you had ever seen was sitting across from you, slightly out of breath and twirling a strand of hair absentmindedly.

"Thank you," you said softly.

He looked up and hummed, tilting his head just slightly. He looked like a little bunny with his hair flopped over like ears and his eyes so big and bright.

"For bringing me here, I mean. And caring, too. I didn't realize you cared about me so much. You're a great friend, Kaveh." You smiled at him and he found that his hands were shaking. He was nervous.

"O-of course! You mean a lot to me, after all! It's what a good friend would do!" He chuckled, looking away nervously. If you kept smiling at him like that he might just break.

Just as the silence between you two was starting to feel awkward, a waiter arrived and took both of your orders.

You felt much better after eating. Sadly, your next class was approaching fast, so you had to say goodbye to Kaveh.

You grabbed the rest of your stuff from the art classroom and started heading back to your animal biology class, when you heard a commotion from outside the Spantamad building.

"I didn't know those parts were from the desert, honest! I got them from a vendor in Port Ormos who said they were leftovers from some experiment!" A voice murmured frantically.

"You dummy, what kind of experiment do you think would provide this strange equipment!" Another voice responded, this one sounding much more frustrated.

"I don't know! Listen, we just need to get rid of the parts before the sages find out!"

"Ha, trust me, if we get caught, the sages are the least of our worries- what was that?"

The voices hushed at the sound of your footsteps approaching. You paused, hoping they would forget about it and let you move on, but it seemed you were not in luck.

A hand grabbed you from behind, pulling you behind a wall and covering your mouth. Two frazzled looking students wearing Spantamad colors stared at you in fear.

"You're an Amurta student!" One stated accusingly. "What are you doing here? How much did you hear?"

You groaned from behind the other students hand, and he let you go after realizing he needed to let you speak.

"I was coming back from lunch and I didn't hear anything, I swear!" You shook your head, trying to wiggle out of the tight hold on your arm.

"Listen here, kid, you are going to forget this ever happened and tell no one anything that you may or may not have heard! In fact, you aren't going to tell anyone you saw us at all! That includes friends or family, got it?"

"Just let me go already! I don't care about your stupid parts, I just want to get to class!"

The first student moved to block your path, placing their hands on their hips with a stern look.

"You're a first year, aren't you? Listen here, we'll let you go if you swear not to tell a soul what you heard. You just got a little lost on the way to class, yeah?"

"Shut up and let me go, I already said I don't care!" You shoved your way out from your restraints and dashed around the other student, hurrying towards the Amurta building.

"Hey, wait!" The second student who had been holding you back called, terrified.

You glanced back to see if they were following you, but saw they both were frozen and staring ahead of you.You looked back ahead of you just as your foot caught a large rock and sent you tumbling down on the pavement.

"Shit," you cursed, pulling your stinging palms up to your knees, also burning from the fresh scrapes you had just earned yourself.

A hand reached out to you to help you up. "Are you alright?"

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a/n: it's so late and I have to be awake for swim practice in 7 hours wish me luck!! also next chapter will be the last of the first four feature chapters (wink wink), after that they will have more than one or all of the boys involved for the most part!!

[transmasc-tabris]

Just a dump of the Rook art I've done because I'm still trying to flesh this guy out and finalize how I want him to look, because why not be an absolute idiot and plan out a guy for a game you can't even play yet, right?

Revas Vircanis

18 yrs pre Origins, 39 pre Veilguard, Age 22

I dunno just playing with eye colors. Something something elves eyes glow a little something something demon fight mode because playing with opacity was fun. Also something something cool guys don't look at explosions (I dunno that's the vibe I get from that pose - cool guys also don't dwell on how bad the job must have gone if you're leaving with no armor and torn up clothes)

Veilguard, Age 61

Normal face vs 'Davrin just launched Assan off his shield and did that little smile. Also Neve just did some badass ice magic. So he's short circuiting now.'

Also I couldn't not try drawing him having the only appropriate response to 'you can pet the griffon.'

And since I found pose references some crappy sketches of the two ways my first playthrough is most likely to go at this point because if other people can draw their romance plans then I can too. These are very bad but they were fun to do. I know it won't happen but at least people will probably have polyamory mods for this game within like two days of release so I can just.... I want to hold them both very softly, okay? Definitely didn't think of Neve's sleepless nights in Streets of Minrathous and feel things. Not at all what do you mean?

Anyway yeah just rambling at this point.

- he's yet another instance of 'much nicer and less intimidating than he might initially look' since apparently that's a thing I love.

- somewhere in the middle of making this I realized he's kind of just 'what if my HoF got a god damn break instead of a blight?' (half joking, there are definitely differences but the vibe is there).

- can't do magic but is very fascinated by it. not dagna level but he'll definitely drop whatever he's doing to hear something new about it. a little wary of blood magic, but even approaches that as 'best to know about it since a lot of people around here are into it, and in theory it's cool and interesting. it might be fine actually if people weren't assholes about it, you know?' (sudden realization he would like merrill if he met her)

- life's a little too chaotic for him to amass an actual collection, but always has some new book on his person. often found curled up with it and a cold forgotten coffee.

- quiet and introverted but largely happy guy at this point. a bit lacking in social graces but he'll figure it out, maybe, more or less

- great cook

- had to hold back tears of joy on finding his first grey hairs because he kind of never thought he'd live long enough to see that

- is okay now just be nice about him forgetting things and don't ask why his eye does That sometimes

- wanted to just fight corruption and bullshit in whatever small ways he could but then he just had to go and fuck up some angsty bald guy's plans so now the veil needs guarding and there's some weird fade stuff happening. at least the fade might be interesting.

[knackfandomarchive]

Top 18 of my favorite full-body poses of Little Knack, from the first game.

He still glows brightly from manifesting, here, but I like this expression because it reminds me of a kitten somehow lol.

I'm not sure why I like this one so much. He is far quicker at climbing the giant relic than this image describes, but there's something like, I like the shape and there is an energy there.

The composition? Is so pretty? You might notice that my avatar is a sketch of this (as of early June 2023. I know I will change it again).

This one, I really like: the color and shadows of the night, the grey stone, and drama of the pose. It's not really representative of the scene since he gets back up quickly and seems no worse for wear, but I still like it.

Knack has such long arms in the first game, that when he isn't running and is more casually walking, he sometimes holds his hands out just a bit while he swings them to avoid dragging. It produces an interesting effect.

More below; Thought it would be nice to cut off after 5 images to avoid long posts.

Trying to decide whether this one will make the cut. I like the hunched over crouch look, not sure why. Also did anyone notice they straightened his posture in the second game? I'll have to check again.

The sunset does a pretty good job of putting those carvings in stark relief. Literally! Look up "define in relief". Anyway I just love the colors, texture, and detail here.

Put that boy on a skateboard. Need I say more?

I'm mainly just putting this here because it can be hard to notice, although I think even the animators play pretty loose with it, but Knack's pupils may still be pupils when he small; there's a radial pattern that could define his eye region, and the pupils tend to move within that pattern, except for when they don't.

Once again I like the colors, the energy. You know he's going to hop off that rock. He is so Shaped.

The contrast here is perfect! You can see Knack and the relics lit up against the shadowed cliff. There is pleasing visual interest drawing the eye from the little sprinkle to the relics more up close and visually larger, you can tell the relics are falling away as Knack plummets. Interestingly, they seem to come off in layers.

Might remove this since I can't brain. Something like, the poses are nice and the lighting. There's somewhat the arm-swing I pointed out earlier.

Oh my goodness this one! Hi! I want to also include the smile he does, but that's a close-up.

And the high-five! YEAH!

I love Knack's expression in this one hehehe. Kind of wish I could combine it with another one where the Doctor and Ryder aren't awkwardly mid-stride.

BEAST BEAST BEAST

I just love that impish grin.

And the kinetics of this one are so nice I think. You can tell which direction he's going based on where his ears flap around.

That's basically it. I wanted to share screenies of the second game also, but my mama's laptop can't handle all the Knack.

[surshica]

NONSENSE

: CYJ — wait what? (chapter 1)

Okay right let’s start at the beginning, maybe hopefully. my name is choi yeonjun and i was bitten by a radioactive spider well ever so recently. and for like a good four months i have been seoul’s one true perfect spider-man! you know the rest..i’m a lead singer in my groups band, joined many clubs just so it’d look good on my resume, haven’t fallen in love yet—thats actually a lie. saved many civilians. passed my exams. ate a lot of food with friends and family, i somehow even performed a commercial with a popular skin brand company! but yet even as spider-man with all the courage i still don’t have the courage to talk to her. her name is yn ln, truly the smartest bravest and caring person ever. and to be honest i’m hoping one day i’ll be able to brag to her that yeah i’m spider-man and she’ll fall straight into my arms~ too much? sorry..ANYWAYS. i would’ve never thought i would be a hero, if you told me that when i was back in highschool i would’ve looked you dead in the eyes and tell you to seek professional help. but besides all the constant beat downs the bruises the cuts the deep wounds i still find a way to stand up and fight. why? because i am spider-man—

“YEONJUNNNN” the timing was almost as perfect you could get. from the informality to the way it sounded like a bird screeching told him enough to know who it was. the obvious wasn’t need but the annoyance was needed, a groan rumbled from his lips. shutting his locker only to see a big smiling beomgyu.

his cheeky smile as if he knew he did something wrong but didn’t care in the slightest. “hyung!” beomgyu added softly at the end sticking out his tongue earning a slap to the back of the head from soobin.

“i’m glad soobin did it..i would’ve knocked the shit out of you” yeonjun scowled stuffing a notebook in his shoulder bag. beomgyus wondering eyes caught wind of the notebook. “what’s that? show me!!!!” he reached into the bag to grab it.

yeonjun grabbed his sleeve making beomgyu hit himself on the face “stop snooping. plus you already know what it is..” beomgyu punched yeonjun on the shoulder with his other hand roughly making yeonjun jump back slightly due to the pinch.

“it’s for your little hallway crush huh! HUH!” he insisted, yeonjun rolled his eyes knowing what he was trying to get at. “where is kai and tae?” yeonjun faced his attention to soobin completely ignoring beomgyu.

beomgyu was like a little pest in the wind to yeonjun, maybe even the devil on his shoulder. “they’re already at the tree waiting for us, we were gonna meet you there but someone over here decide to come annoy you!” soobin sided the beomgyu.

“hmm gee i wonder who.” beomgyu stuck out his lips again before walking off the outdoor part of the campus with the two trailing behind him. the weather was beautiful today thankfully. the past few other days have been either rainy or too hot.

the sun beamed down on the three as the door opened to the park like area of the campus, it seemed almost crowded here. only cause the weather plenty of kids often refuse to come out here on any other day.

the tree was a perfect spot. it was the go to spot. yeonjun sighed sliding down the tree his legs sprawling out infront of him, “whatd i kill for a nice iced americano right now..”yeonjun groaned grabbing his notebook from his shoulder bag laying next to him.

he threw his arm over his eyes so he could look around without the sun beaming down harshly on his eyes, his curious eyes wondered around as if he was looking for a certain someone. and there he found you with your close friends and older sister,

his eyes subconsciously moved up and down your figure. not in some hungry way but rather in adoration. he had always found your beauty to be unmatched, he would take pictures but that’s creepy..

a quick glance up and down was all he needed to start the sketch. new fresh page with some colorful pencils and pens. oh how he loved your laugh he loved everything about it, he loved the way you cover your mouth when you giggle when your eyes squint when your dimples pop out.

he could go into full account detail of everything he loved about you from the hair down to the legs. the talks around him started to fade, not because they were leaving him but rather because he was too focused on drawing you.

“yeonjun hyung did you see that fat bird?” hueningkai had looked at his hyung, “hyung?” he pouted poking yeonjun.

“he’s busy..” taehyun crossed his arms to his chest closing his eyes, “he’s in his im drawing my love of my life who doesn’t know me!” he snarked.

“he’s delusional but it’s okay!” soobin smiled stuffing pieces of bread pastries in his mouth, “she may not know yeonjun hyung but when she sees him she’ll def be head over heels!” soobin nodded his head as assurance to his words.

“do you think so?” yeonjun has cocked up his left eyebrow every so slightly, his eyes not leaving her and the sketchbook.

“no but hey we love our delusions!” beomgyu cut off soobin before he could say anything eating an honest laugh from taehyun,

“fuck you too gyu!” yeonjun muttered putting up the middle finger still not bothering to look at him and his messy wolfcut. yeonjun looked up to where yn was but to his dismay she was gone

he raised one of his eyebrows confused, she usually hung out in that area so why would she leave? was all her could ask himself. a sigh rolled off his lips as he shut his notebook stuffing it back into his bag.

“did you see that group of guys at the tree?” kazuha had poked yn’s left arm to get her attention. yn shook her head no an obvious lie that even a baby could tell from. she had noticed them the minute they sat down at the tree. the one sliding down the tree had made her interested a litte, “well there was this cute dude and i think he was drawing one of us” kazuha blushed twirling her hair slightly

“why are you so giggly for?” wonyoung asked the giggling girl. “what they were cute and kept looking our way!” the girl tried to justify, “oorrr it’s just because you have the hots for them!” keeho rolled his eyes

yn smiled slightly as she messed with her fingernails, “i mean i guess they were kinda cute. well one was thats for sure..his black hair the short mullet, it…suits him well”

“oh do you mean yeonjun? he’s a sweet guy. kinda mysterious though.” wonyoung smiled at yn, “why do you have the hots for him?” she teased the girl causing her to roll her eyes slightly. yn shook her head tilting it to the side afterwards, “i would like to get to know him better, i have him for labs..”

keeho looked at wonyoung whom had a slight smirk on her face. “we can play some cupid!” “NO CUPID.” soyeon flicked wonyoungs forehead.

“okay class i’ll be putting you into duos! and no you cannot pick your partners. i know i know shame boo hoo.” your teacher cried sarcastically and explained your project, he called names by names; when he called keeho’s name you were sadly not paired with him.

it seemed like forever since he had called her name, “lastly yn and yeonjun!” yn’s lips parted in a small o. she was going to grab her things but yeonjun was one step ahead of her as he walked over to her.

“you’re mullet boy..” yn said a little loudly so he heard, he tilted his head slightly with a confused expression “what??” he managed to get out with a small chuckle, “well it’s just that you’re mullet looks good on you. most people can’t pull it off well..but you can” she blurted out without a thought. his ears turned red slightly, yn’s eyes were very much fixated on his his facial structure that unmatched truly

yeonjun’s ears started to turn more red. he was flustered. “i was…i was going to cut it off but now that you said it looks good i might keep it” he smiled gummy-ly at her.

yn caught wind that she was staring so she cleared her throat. wiping her hands on her cloak, “so what should we start on? i was thinking maybe we can create some kind of slime like substance!” yn stated shooting casual glances at yeonjun, “…but now that i think about it that doesn’t sound good…” she chuckled awkwardly

“no no that sounds like a good idea! we can be like that one girl from big hero 6, whats her name?” yeonjun tried to recall the fictional girls name. “honey lemon!” yn gasped, “i didn’t know you watched it, most people here don’t like those things..”

“well i am not most people! i love that movie it’s one of my personal favorites from disney” he was standing so he leaned his body against the lab tables, his hands were stuffed in his lab pockets.

the rest of the class went by pretty smoothly, the two got to know eachother more and got to start working on their project. its like they clicked the minute they started to talk to eachother. yeonjun though was a mess he kept stumbling and tripping over his words whenever he felt her eyes fixated onto him.

the bell had rung meaning that class session was over, he had no other classes that day but she still had another one with most of her friends. yeonjun was walking out the door with his dorm keys in his pocket and phone in his hands, “yeonjun wait!” yn’s voice called from behind.

“before you go can i see your phone real quick?” she asked holding out her hand, confused he unlocks it and hand it over to her “i mean sure” she smiles at him quickly scrolling to find contacts,

entering her digits and name onto his contact list, she even sent a small text to herself from his phone, handing it back to him. “you left before i could do this” she smiled at him, “lets meet up sometime for the peoject” she happily said before quickly rushing off to her next class.

he had look down at his phone and it was her name and number, his mind went completely blank for a few minutes as he just stood there near the door of the classroom. he blinked multiple times to see if this was a dream, he looked sound and back down at his phone “wait what.”

AVENGERS RADIO STATION: yeah so uhm no spider-man content in this one but i assure you there’ll be some in chapter two because this is more of an introduction than anything..

[willowshimmer]

I don't mind

My first spicynoodles fic I hope you like it.!

It was cold night Megalopolis and Mk was finishing his shift all he had to do was mop the floors and he was done.

When Mk finished cleaning the floors he waved goodbye to Pigsy and went to his apartment.

As Mk climbed up the stairs to his apartment room he heard a sound behind him.

As he turned around he saw Red son behind him.

"AH- Red? What are you doing here?"- Mk asked looking at Red who had a kinda serious yet embarrassed look on they're face.

"Well Noodle boy as you know I'm staying in Megalopolis for a couple days and I need a place to stay... And I was hoping you would allow me to stay here...?"- Red son asked with a light pink blush on his cheeks.

"O-oh of course. You can stay for as long as you want. I don't mind."- Mk said. Also blushing.

After the LBD incident they had grown closer.

They even exchanged numbers so that way they could stay in touch.

Mei started teasing Mk that he maybe had a crush on Red son and the problem was that...

HE DID!

Which was why everytime they interacted he would be a blushing mess.

"Thanks..."- Red son said as they both continued up the stairs.

Once They got Mk's apartment door Mk got his keys from his pocket and unlocked the door.

Red son was about to open the door but Mk got infront of them preventing him from opening the door.

"Sorry but can you wait out here I have to clean out some stuff."- Mk said as he remembered he was supposed to clean his room.

"Sure."- Red son said remembering the last time he was in Mk's room.

Last time he was in Mk's room it was a mess.

Paper scattered everywhere and it was a complete mess.

But then he saw Mk's drawing journal and found his drawings beautiful.

Each one describing Mk's adventures with only a sketch.

But a few drawings caught his eye.

Those drawings were of Red son.

The shading, the colors they made Red feel a certain feeling...

It wasn't hate or jealousy it was love!?

Red was taken back by the fact that he liked the peasant.

He was in pure shock but not surprised.

The way Mk treated everyone made Red son feel a soft feeling inside.

But now he knew that those feelings were real.

As he waited for Mk to finish cleaning his room he was just thinking about what his parents would think...

They would be disappointed in him and he always hated that.

Ever since the Lady bone demon possessed his father and called him a "traitor" he wondered if his father actually thought of him as a traitor.

"Finished! You can come inside now."- Mk said poking his head from the door.

"Finally..."- Red son said going inside Mk's room.

But now Mk's room was much cleaner.

Sure there was still some stuff scattered around but still looked much cleaner.

"Wow this actually looks much cleaner then the last time I was in here."- Red son said with a little bit of blush on cheeks.

"Thanks... So anyways can you remind me why you're in the city again?"- Mk asked looking at Red son.

"Oh well after the LBD chaos I wanted to see what this place has to offer and to apologize for the damage I caused in the past."- Red son said looking at Mk with a gentle smile on they're face.

Mk blushed alot at the soft smile Red son gave him.

He found it cute and adorable.

"So where are you gonna sleep?"- Mk asked trying to hide his blush.

"Oh I can sleep on the couch if you'd like. That way I won't be occupying you're bed."- Red son said looking at the couch.

Mk felt bad and had an idea.

"Actually you can sleep in my bed with me. I don't mind."- Mk said with a smile on his face.

"W-Wait really you want me to sleep in you're bed???"

"Yeah and cause I don't want you to feel uncomfortable"- Mk said responding to Red son's shocked question.

"O-Ok but let me change first okay"- Red son said mentally screaming inside by the fact that the peasant that he had a crush on was offering him to sleep in his bed!?

"Okay btw the bathroom's right there just so you don't need feel uncomfortable changing."- Mk said pointing to the bathroom.

"Thanks..."- Red said walking to the bathroom

Timeskip to when Red son is done changing

As Red son got out of the bathroom he noticed that Mk had already changed.

Mk was wearing a t-shirt with two black circles and a red dot in the middle and red shorts and his bandana was discarded.

Meanwhile Red wore a dark red crop top with black shorts and they're hair was down.

Mk was a blushing mess when he saw Red.

His face was like a tomato.

"I like you're pj's"- Mk said still a blushing mess.

"Thanks your's too."- Red son said as he walked over to Mk's bed to sleep.

As Red son laid down in Mk's bed, Mk turned off the light's.

"Goodnight Noodle boy..."- Red said as he drifted off to sleep.

"Goodnight Red"- Mk said as he kissed Red's forehead.

Red was obviously blushing but kept calm.

They both then cuddled and drifted to sleep.

Timeskip to when Mk wakes up in the middle of the night

Mk fluttered his eyes open to see that he was cuddling Red son!?

He immediately started to blush but not move to wake Red up.

He got up gently and saw that the time was 5am.

"Welp still 3 hours until I have to go to work.."- Mk whispered.

Mk then stretched his arms and looked at Red who seemed almost distressed.

"No.... Please I'm sorry...... I didn't mean to...."- Red son said in his sleep as he was having a nightmare.

Mk laid back down and put his hands on Red son's.

"It's ok Red as long as I am here you're okay"- Mk said as he put his forehead on Red's.

Red then started to calm down and relax.

Mk then gave another kiss on Red son's forehead and drifted off to sleep again.

This was my first spicynoodles fic I hope you liked it bye!

[call-me-double-trouble]

Old Art

Hi, all! To celebrate my 1-year anniversary of this blog, I decided it’d be fun to show some of my first, never-before-seen drawings of Double Trouble. All of these are traditional, as I hadn’t gone digital yet. Some are also unfinished, and many were sketches at work that weren’t really meant to be “good,” just something to entertain me when I didn’t have any tasks to do.

I’m going to poke fun at some of them, as I’ve improved a lot since drawing them, but I'm not trying to encourage artists to be overly-critical of their past works. Recognizing your mistakes and flaws in your old work only shows how far you’ve come, and I just want to have a good giggle about how silly some of my old sketches look.

Art under the cut because this list goes on for awhile

Here’s the first drawing of DT I remember doing:

I used a reference for this one, hence why it looks better than some of my later entries in this post. Unfortunately, it suffers from Long Head Syndrome, a mistake I still often make with traditional art because at the angle I’m seeing it while I’m drawing, it looks perfectly fine. But then you hold it at eye-level, and uh...

Also, what the heck kinda hairline did I give them? It’s like it meets at a point, but not in the middle of their head.

Next up, these two:

Will the Long Head Syndrome ever cease??? As you can tell, I liked the sketch I did at work, so I traced it onto watercolor paper, made a couple changes, and painted it. This one’s not too bad, though it does look like their eyebrows missed the memo as to what angle their head was at.

This next one may be the worst:

Like...WTF is that? What is that hair poof? Why is one eye so much smaller than the other? What’s going on with that mouth? This is why references are important, kids.

With this next one, I got bored and wanted to color DT in with Sharpies:

So bright! My eyes! The hair poof is too small, but at least it’s not wiggly like the last one. Also, here’s a magnifying glass to help you see those tiiiny eyebrows.

Here’s another I did with fine line markers that I keep on my wall like a sticker:

I messed up on the smile, so I made it a frown. Now their eyebrows are too big, and so is that one ear. (Also, my walls aren’t that bright in real life, they just showed up that way on camera.)

Next up is--

Oh.

WHAT IS THAT

And next we have one of my favorites!

The little menace themselves, cute-ified. (We don’t talk about hairlines, no, no, no~)

And here we have one I turned into a digital drawing, but you may notice...

the ears are too fucking small. DT went from rulers on the side of their head to kid-sized ice cream cones. A real downgrade.

This one’s an unfinished (and will never be finished) drawing:

What even ARE those hands. Ok, yes, they were guides for drawing in fingers later, but...ew.

Here’s the first full-body, colored drawing of DT I ever did.

I had drawn them meeting a character from the book I’m writing, hence the speech bubble, but cropped that character out because spoilers! Anyway, this drawing was done with several references and looks much better than some of the others on this list. The main issue is that they’re standing at an angle. Why are they slanted??? Why can’t I draw a straight line??? *sees ace pride flag* Oh yeah, that’s why.

And lastly, here’s the first time I used the DT doll base from @sheblah​ :

Since this was before I had my iPad, I had to trace the doll base to use it, though I decided to draw the face myself. Oh, asymmetrical eyes, how I loathe thee.

Well, that’s all of the old traditional drawings of DT I have! As you can see, I’ve come a long way since then, but it’s always fun to look back and see where you’ve come from. I hope you enjoyed these silly doodles!

[lrgs-tboiau]

Legacy Ask 1 : Everyone's Opinions on Each Other.. and Azazel Lore.

[With some updates to fit in with some new personalities.]

Maggie: "Oh boy! Wel uh..!" *she has trouble gathering her thoughts, this is her first question after all* "Well, Isaac is a sweet individual! I think I can say that, on behalf of everybody that isn't Esau."

Isaac: "Laz is very nice to me." *he thinks briefly for a few moments* "S...Sometimes I talk with Guppy!" *he lifts up the plush cat laying next to him, smiling* "He likes everyone too!"

Samson: *he ponders for a few moments* "Cain doesn't really talk to anyone, last time I checked.."

Cain: "Oh bullshit 'I don't speak to anybody'!" *he's angry* "I speak to Eve and Maggie, an' yet you choose to ignore those ones?!"

Samson: *he glares at Cain* "Well pardon me for not paying attention to someone like you."

Cain: *he glares at Samson* "Say that to my face and..."

Maggie: *she gets in-between Samson and Cain to stop them from fighting* "Boys! Boys! Let's not start anything right now!"

Azazel: "Sweet Satan! It's only the first question and you two are already at each others throats!"

Apollyon: *it lifts up a small sketch of itself sitting nearby Azazel, ???, and Forgotten (with the Soul drawn next to them). They flap their wings gently, and sign 'friends' with their hands*

The Soul: "Oh.. they say that they like being near me and Blue Baby..." *they look away, with a small blush and smile on their face*

Azazel: "Anyways, has anyone seen-"

The Lost: *they scream, running from The Revenant*

Jacob: *also screaming and running away with The Lost*

Azazel: "...Revenant's loose."

Eve: "R-Right now??"

The Static: *they hover close by them* "I'll go stop him.. I'm the only one that has been able to reason with them thus far.." *they fly off to go and stop The Revenant*

Azazel and Eve: *they watch The Static fly away*

Azazel: "Good luck with that!"

Lilith: *she heard the question, and popped her head out of her room* "Everyone's very nice! I'm so sorry I couldn't answer the question previously, young organism!""

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Isaac: "Um..." *he tugs at Azazel's jacket* "Azazel..."

Azazel: "Huh?" *he looks at Isaac* "Yeah, Isaac?" *he's holding a book, probably going to attempt to sleep 'the Judas way'*

Isaac: "You and Eve did not answer the previous question..."

Azazel: "Neither did The Lost, Jacob, Esau, and Beth. Come to think of it, when's Beth coming home?"

Isaac: "Oh um.. soon... I'll uh... I'll let you sleep now." *they wander back to the living room, going back to doodling in his coloring book*

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Azazel tossed and turned in his sleep. He was being reminded of something, enough to cause a nightmare. He remembered getting into an argument with his dad, their biggest yet. He remembers his dad snapping off his horns, and his wings. He remembers screaming for help as his mom tried to stop his father from doing this. And then.. he wakes up in a cold sweat. The book that was laying on his chest had fallen to the floor.

"Need some help?" Someone asks. Oh, right. Beth had just come home while he was sleeping. She must've saw him having his nightmare, and waited for him to wake up outside his room. Azazel nods slowly to her, before sitting up in his bed.

Bethany picks up the book, before sitting down next to Azazel on his bed. Placing the book on her lap, she sighs to herself. "I'm guessing you had that nightmare again, huh?" She asks. Azazel sighs to himself, confirming her suspicions. "Azazel, the nightmares are not going to stop. So long as we are stuck down here, everyone will suffer with them." She looks up at the ceiling, huffing. "Even I've had nightmares of that ritual the cult did to me! It's been effecting me of all-" "Beth." Azazel interrupts her before she could rant about the nightmares.

She giggles sheepishly. That's a habit that she's been trying to let go of. Though she knows that everyone's having them, she smiles softly to him. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about them. I wouldn't want Isaac and Lazarus to worry." She tells him. Azazel sighs in relief. He was going to ask her that moments later.

Bethany gets up, and returns the book to the bookshelf. "I have to get ready for bed." She tells him. Azazel nods to her. That time already? "Stay strong for me, okay?" Once again, Azazel nods to her. "Have a good night, Beth." He says. Bethany flashes him a smile and a thumbs up, before leaving his room.

[middleearthpixie]

Durin's Garage AU ~ Good Trouble - Chapter Seven

A/N - I know it's been a long time since the last update on this, but the story isn't quite finished yet... :)

Summary: When your car breaks down, there is only one garage in town - Durin’s Garage and Engine Repairs. And sometimes, they do more than just tune your engine, check your oil, and top off your fluids…

Everyone in town knows Durin’s Garage and Engine Repairs is THE place to go when your car needs work, and everyone knows that Dwalin Fundinson is to be avoided outside of the garage. He’s an ace mechanic, but trouble otherwise.

Dwalin surprises you with an unexpected declaration and you handle it… poorly…

Pairing: Modern!Dwalin x reader

Warning: M unprotected intercourse (m/f), some angst

Word Count: 4,091

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When you opened your eyes the next morning, you were alone, and for a moment, you wondered if maybe you didn’t just have some sort of hyper-real, hyper-erotic dream.

But as you stared up at the ceiling, you knew it wasn’t your ceiling, and the sheets weren’t your sheets. The ceiling was the wrong color and so were the walls. You could also hear soft singing floating on the warm air, and the voice was absolutely lovely. Deep and rich, and perfectly on key. And while a rough burr came with the speaking voice, Dwalin’s singing voice bore no such thing.

You smiled at the sound even though you had no idea what song he sang. It didn't matter.

With a sigh, you sat up and reached for the first thing you saw—a black tee shirt with Durin’s Garage across the front in gold, Old English style lettering—and drew it over your head, over the camisole you slept in. Your cozy gray sweatpants lay draped over the footboard, but his tee was long enough that you decided to ignore the sweats. Your legs weren’t all that cold anyway and the heat in his apartment was far better than could be said for your own. Thick socks kept your feet warm and with that, you followed the sounds of Dwalin singing into the kitchen.

It was a sight you wouldn’t have believed if you hadn’t seen it with your own eyes—Dwalin clad only in black sweatpants but with an apron over himself. One that said—and you also wouldn’t have believed this if you hadn’t seen it yourself—Kiss the Cook. Bacon sizzled in cast iron skillet, eggs did the same in another, and the small kitchen table had been set for two.

“You’re a busy little bee this morning.”

He smiled at you over one shoulder. “I’ve been up since four. Someone put their ice-cold feet against the back of my legs and woke me.”

“Did I, really?”

“Unless someone else snuck inta bed wi’ us last night, yeah. Ye did.” He winked. “It’s okay, though. I forgot to set my alarm and Thorin would have my head if I was late.”

“What can I do?”

“Just sit down and read the paper, if ye like.”

“You still get an actual newspaper?”

“Yeah. Why? Shouldn’t I?”

You moved to the table, where the newspaper sat folded in the middle. “I didn’t think anyone still read a newspaper. I thought everyone read it on their phones.”

“I’m old-school.” He flipped the eggs, swearing softly with the last one. “Ah, damn it. Broke the damn yolk. Anyway,” he looked over at you, “I carry a cell because I have to, not because I actually want to. It’s a pain, if ye ask me. I liked it better when no one could get ahold of me so easily.”

“It’s tough always being in demand, isn’t it?”

“Ye have no idea.”

“I’ll bet women don’t mind being broken down on the side of the road when you pull up and climb down from your truck.”

He chuckled, grabbing a pair of tongs to pick the bacon from the pan and set the slices on a folded paper towel next to the sink to drain the grease from them. “They about wet themselves when I climb down from that cab.”

“But that’s not a bad thing, right?”

“I don’t mean it in happy to see me way.” He set the tongs down and moved to lift the coffeepot from its burner. “Ye’ve seen how people react to me. They’re all afraid I’m going to mug them or worse.”

“They should only know the man who whispers, oh, love, in my ear at just the right moments.”

He brought the pot over to pour you a cup. “If they know who I am at all, they all wonder the same thing ye wondered and really don’t think I would ever speak an endearment of any sort.”

“They wonder the same thing I did? What thing is that?” Your cheeks grew warm at his knowing look. “Oh, right. Your tattoo.”

“My tattoo.”

“And how many of them get an answer about it?” You winced as the words popped out on their own. Wonderful. What a dumb thing to say. You wanted to smack the heel of your hand against your forehead when he didn't respond, but just moved to put the coffeepot back.

“Do ye really want an answer to that?” he asked softly.

That put you on your guard. “I don’t know. Do I?”

He turned back to the stove, grabbing a pot holder, and then took the skillet with the eggs off the burner to slip two eggs onto one plate and two onto the other. “The number who wonder is far greater than the number who know, and let’s keep it at that, okay?”

Your gut kinked. You really did wonder how many women in town had been where you were right now, sitting here with the man who frightened so many people with his appearance alone, while underneath his gruff and brash exterior you knew beat the heart of a true gentleman. How many did hear him growl, oh, love, into their ear as he thrust inside them, as he arched hard and shuddered again them, as he cradled them against him when the sex was over?

Why did you do this to yourself?

“Well, everyone is curious about you, Mr. Fundinson,” you told him with a smile. “You should only hear what I hear at the Dunraven. And every woman wants to tame the bad boy. We’re genetically programmed to want to do that.”

“The bad boy, eh?” He slipped out of his apron and brought both plates over, set one before you, then went back to grab the bacon. “Ye think I’m a bad boy?”

“I don’t know about now. But at first?” You picked up a strip of bacon and bit into it. Crunchy and smoky, with just the right about of burn to it. “Yeah, I absolutely did. You kind of scared me, if I’m being totally honest.”

“I’m sure I did.”

He stripped off the apron and tossed it onto the counter, then dragged out the other chair to sink into it. “And now?”

“Now? Easy, you’re a mush.”

His right eyebrow rose. “I’m a mush.”

“Uh-huh. And I know you go to jelly if I let my nails just brush along your back, or down the backs of your thighs, and I know you murmur endearments when we’re making love, even if you won’t tell me what they mean.” You smiled as his cheeks above his beard went pink. “And I know you that you blush when I point out those things, and I know you’ll blush when you do tell me what they mean.”

“Yer different, mesmel,” he murmured, casting his gaze down at his plate. “I feel comfortable with ye.”

That was not what you’d expected him to say and his whispered words had you pausing in your chewing. “What?”

He drew in a deep breath and looked up to meet your eyes. “I said, I feel comfortable with ye. And I do. I have since the day we met.”

You sat up straighter. “You remember that?”

“Of course I do.” He picked up his coffee cup, holding it halfway between the table and his lips. “I walked into the Dunraven to get lunch for everyone back at the garage and ye were working the bar, and I knew I’d never seen ye before because I would definitely have remembered that. Ye smiled and didn't look like I’d just scared the piss out of ye.”

“I hid it well because you absolutely did scare the piss out of me. But… not for the reason you might think.”

He took a sip of his coffee before saying, “Then for what reason?”

“Holly.”

“Who?”

“The other bartender. Really pretty. Black hair. Blue eyes.” You waited for the typical male reaction at Holly’s name. She was the sort of woman who made men walk into things because they were too busy staring at her.

“Not ringing any bells.”

You didn't believe him. There was no way any guy with a pulse did not know who Holly was, even if they didn't know her name. “Well, anyway, she warned me about you. Warned me away from you, to be honest.”

“Warned ye away from me? How?”

“She said you were trouble.”

“She said I was trouble?”

You nodded. “Trouble. And you know what? She was right. You are trouble.” You got up from your chair and moved around to wedge yourself between him and the table, smiling when he caught you about the waist to pull you up against him.

“Am I, now?”

“Uh-huh.” You traced your forefinger along his beard. “But, you’re good trouble, Mr. Fundinson. The best kind of trouble there is. And every woman should have a Dwalin Fundinson in their life at some point.”

“Is tha’ so?”

“Oh, yes.” You shifted to sit astride him. “And she was asking me about your tattoo."

His eyes glinted even as her offered up a grin and asked, “Which one?”

“I think you know which one.”

The glint sharpened. “I want to hear ye say it.”

“Why?”

“Because I do. Ye turn red at the word dick, ye know. I get the feeling yer face would melt clean off if ye used the word cock.”

He was right. You could think it, but saying it was completely different. But that was all he said about it, even as his hands slid up along your back. “I like how my clothes look on ye.”

“I didn’t bring my robe.”

“Ye don’t need it.” He tugged you closer, easing both hands beneath the tee shirt to skim along your back. “Yer welcome to anything of mine until we get yer things all moved out of your place and in here.”

You gazed down into his eyes. They were absolutely beautiful, almost the exact same shade of blue as the summer sky on a cloudless day, and you leaned in to brush his lips with yours, whispering, “Holly wanted to know if your cock really was tattooed.”

A low, husky laugh rumbled toward you and his hands tightened at the small of your back. “What did ye tell her?”

“I told her it was none of her business,” you brushed his lips with yours again, “and that I wasn’t telling her.”

“Ye can, if ye want. I don’t care.”

“You like the idea of two women discussing your dick, don’t you?”

“I like the idea of ye braggin’ about it.” He kissed you back this time. Harder. His hands tightened on you, pulled you more firmly against him. His lips parted, and when his tongue met yours, you shivered against him. He tasted of rich coffee, smoky bacon, and lustful sin, and you slid your arms about his neck without hesitation, to tug him closer still.

His hands slid up, then down along your back, and he caught the hem of the tee shirt to whisk it over your head, which you let fall back as he kissed his way down over your chin, along your neck. He teasingly nipped at the curve where your neck and shoulder met, and you couldn’t help but shiver against him.

A warm laugh teased along your skin, but then faded as he drew back to gaze up at you. His eyes were smoky blue now, and a sly grin curved his lips as he caught the camisole’s spaghetti straps to ease them over your shoulders. The soft cotton skimmed along your sensitive skin as he drew down the camisole itself and the air came cool across your bared breasts now. “I like how my clothes look on you, but I really like how they look off you.”

Your skin was cool, but not for long. Dwalin’s eyes darkened as he whispered, “Abnâmul,” and bent to sweep his lips along the inner curve of your right breast.

Your eyes closed, your fingers sliding into the cool softness of his hair, twisting them into it, your back arching of its own as he moved along the lower curve, then came up to capture your nipple with his lips. The tip of his tongue leisurely slipped about it, and when he caught it with his teeth, you sucked in a sharp breath and tugged on his hair.

Slide. Nip. Slide. Nip. Your nipple tightened, smoky pleasure swirling through you from where he stroked. A gentle, steady, growing pressure filled the vee between your thighs and without thinking, you rocked against him. His hands tightened on your hips, pulled you hard against him, and you couldn’t hold back your soft moan as his cock ground up against you. Your bodies met just perfectly, as that bulge nestled right up against your clit, and the slight movement sent a tingling pleasure rippling through you.

His beard swept gently against your skin as he moved to your left breast now, teasing and torturing it the same way. Fire slowly crept through you, had you rocking harder against him, your arousal pooling thick between your thighs. He slid a hand along your inner thigh, nudged your thong aside, and felt that wet heat for himself as he slid a thick finger into those damp curls, along your clit, to your opening.

“Oh!” The gasp came involuntarily as he eased that finger inside you. Bent it. Stroked you so slowly until you moved against him, savoring each delicious sensation he offered you. Your orgasm already took root, the sensual tension deep in your core maddeningly slow and sweet.

Your head spun from those teasing caresses, your eyes heavy-lidded. You fought to keep them open, smiling at his low laugh and growled, “Oh, love… ye should only know what ye do to me…”

You slid a hand down through the silver-tipped dark hair over his chest and belly, into the waist of his sweats, and smiled at the hitch of his breath when you curled your fingers about him. “I have a pretty good idea what I do,” you murmured, trailing your fingers along the underside of his shaft, toward the wide head before easing him free from the confines of those sweatpants.

He slid his finger free, leaning in to capture your lips in a smoky kiss as you shifted just so and came down upon his cock as slowly as you could manage. He moaned softly, his fingers tightening on your hips. “Oh… mesmel…” he breathed into you mouth. “Ride me slow…”

Your entire body tingled from the feel of him sliding so deep inside you. Your walls clenched tightly to him, greedy as you rose slightly, then came back against him. Each silken inch of him sent delight screaming through you as you rocked back away from him, and then surged back. He cupped your breasts, his thumbs moving about your nipples, his gaze locked on you, his eyes now more gray than blue, darkened by desire and smoked by lust.

You rode him as slowly as you could manage, despite your body’s demand that you just fuck him hard and fast and make the two of you come in a fiery flash. The knots twisted sharply in your belly, your core warmer by the minute, your need for releasee building with each slow, teasing roll of your hips toward him. Away from him. His crisp chest hair teased your nipples relentlessly, his hands on your hips slid about to cup your backside, to give each cheek a playful squeeze as he moved you faster against him.

“I thought you wanted me to go slow?” you managed to murmured, your breath harder to catch now as the fire built. As the flames licked higher now, spreading through you from your core. You wanted to just melt all around him as he thrust deeper inside you. You tightened about him, let him rake along every sensual pleasure nerve to your core.

“I did and now, I’ve changed my mind… oh, love, ye feel so damn good… ye’ve got me so fucking close already…”

“I’m not quite there, though,” you managed to whisper. And you weren’t. You were close, but not as close as he was.

He offered up a seductive smile and tugged you harder against him. Hard enough that you sucked in a sharp breath as spiked pleasure swept through you. Hard enough that you shivered against him and picked up your pace as you body demanded all along. Forget control now. That was a thing of the past. You couldn’t be slow. Teasing. You’d go crazy if you even tried.

“Mesmel…” His head fell back, a muscle in his jaw bulging beneath his beard. He released your left breast, that hand falling to find its way into the shadows between your thighs, where he slid his fingers into your heat, teasing your clit with his thumb, dragging the pad roughly along that aching bud. The tingles sharpened, your core melted completely now, your arousal slicking his cock as he pumped into you, his thumb as he teased that bead mercilessly.

“Oh…” You couldn’t hold back your moan. You had to move faster, gripping him by the shoulders as your body demanded you ride him even harder now. His thumb move faster, pressed harder, and the tingles grew sharper.

He pressed harder still, shattering you when he dragged his thumb in a hard, slow circle about your clit, harder with each pass until you shuddered again him, your fingernails digging into his shoulders even more fiercely now. You clung to him as fire filled you, your orgasm radiating from the center of your being outward, and you only barely noticed when he rose as if you weighed nothing, when he lifted you and shifted to press you down against the table.

His hands tightened on your hips as he pounded into you, the dishes clattering with each deep, powerful thrust. The table itself might have moved. You neither knew nor cared. All you cared about was the scorchingly sweet ecstasy he sent screaming through you. You squeezed him, lifted your hips to meet him, and with a low, growly moan, he surged hard, crushed you to him, then shuddered as he spilled inside you with a gritted, “Oh… yes…”

He bent over to sink against you, his head coming to rest on your breast, his breath coming across your skin in hot blasts. You let your heavy-lidded eyes finally close, smiling as the remnants of his released triggered a smaller orgasm for you. Smaller, but just as heavenly, and you couldn’t hold back your contented purr as you traced along one of the intricate designs inked into his scalp and just lost yourself in the moment.

His lips skimmed along the inner curve of your breast, his breath a caress as he murmured, “I love ye…”

Your hand, which had been stroking his hair, went still. You opened your eyes and stared up at the ceiling. “What?”

He lifted his head, a sleepy smile on his lips. “I said, I love ye. And I do. I’ve been wanting to say it for a while now, but I thought ye’d tell me to bugger off, but I can’t be quiet about it any more. I love ye.”

“Dwalin…”

“What?” He straightened up, grabbing one of the cloth napkins to press into your hand as he withdrew from you. “No, ye know, don’t tell me. I know by the sound of yer voice, what yer going to say.”

“We just started seeing each other. How can you love me?”

“It’s actually pretty easy, ye know.” He stepped back, taking the other napkin to clean himself off. “I think I fell for ye the first time I saw ye.”

“That’s not even possible.” You shifted to the edge of the table and careful eased down, wincing at the warm trickle of his spend on your inner thighs.

“Why? Hell, Thorin knew he was going to marry his wife the night he met her and told her as much.”

“Well… that’s different. Thorin’s… different.”

“Different? How so?”

You hedged. “I don’t think I can explain it, Dwalin. He’s just… different.”

You winced at the irritation flashing in his blue eyes. “He’s different, eh? Yeah, I suppose he is. I scare the shit out of women and he—well, he doesn’t. I understand.”

“No, that’s not what I mean.” You reached for him as you tried again, catching him by the wrist. “I just never expected this—any of it. And I honestly don’t know what to do with it. I don’t know what to say.”

“I didn't mean to put ye on the spot,” he pulled away, out of your grasp. “And I know I’m not the most polished guy around, or the most poetic or sensitive or whatever, but… damn… I didn’t mean to scare ye as well.”

“Well, it does scare me.” You felt suddenly so very foolish standing naked in his kitchen, so you crouched to swipe his tee off the floor and tugged it over your head. It wasn’t much, but at least you didn't feel quite so vulnerable. “We’ve been seeing each other only a short while, though, and I’ve got this amazing gift for making really awful choices.”

You regretted those words the moment they left your mouth and his eyes widened. Shaking your head, you said, “I didn't meant it the way it sounded. I just—”

“Awful choices. I see. Tha’s how ye see me? What? Ye think yer walking on the wild side by sleepin’ wi’ me? That yer showin’ daddy by fucking a guy like me? Is tha’ wha’ I am to ye? Rebellion? A way ta get back a’him?”

His burr thickened with each word until you could only barely understand him, and you wished you’d not been just such a jackass, but his declaration caught you completely off guard. “N—no. That’s not what I meant at all. Oh, God, of course it isn’t. I mean… you’re you and why would you want… me?”

“Why would I—why wouldn’t I? What sane man wouldn’t want ye?”

“Oh, stop it. We both know I’m nothing special, but I am new and unfamiliar—and so is this and of course it’s all wonderful now and nothing makes you love the world quite like an incredible orgasm, but—”

“But what?” His eyes flashed with anger as they met yours. “Ye think I said because… because what? Because I fucking came? Do I look like a dumb kid who doesn’t know wha’ he’s sayin’? Who has tha’ little control over himself?”

You gut kinked sharply and you really wished you’d just kept your stupid mouth shut. “No, of course not. But… Dwalin, we’re only just getting to know each other and—”

He tugged his sweats back into place. “And I should’ve just kept my fool mouth shut. I should’ve known I’d scare ye off. I shoulda known this was going to happen.”

“Dwalin,” you reached for him, “wait—”

“I have to get ready for work.” He dodged your hand, skirting the table to head for the doorway. “We’ll talk later.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, following him back to his bedroom, “I’m making such a mess of this. And I didn’t mean to embarrass you. It’s just… it’s so soon and I—”

“No. Yer fine. And ye didn’t embarrass me at all. I did that all on my own.” He paused in the doorway, “I’m just confusing love with lust, I guess. And yer right. It is too soon. Maybe we just need to slow things down a little.”

The hard edge to his voice caught you by surprise and you just stared at him for a long moment. “You were the one who pounced on me, remember. So, if you want to slow things down—”

“I do,” he nodded, “and I think it’s for the best if we do as well.”

“Fine.” You folded your arms and offered up a long look. “Do you want me to find somewhere else to stay?”

“Ye can stay here until ye do. I’ll take the sofa, ye can have the bed.”

“Fine.”

“Good. I’m glad we understand each other.”

With that, he closed the door, leaving you to stare at it as you wondered just what the fuck happened.

[be-gay-do-heists]

hardison/parker || masc day for parker, potentially while on date with hardison

i think it ended up a little more the dysphoria route with this one but i hope this at least touches on what u were looking for!! had a spark of an idea and had to write it :V

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If it was just the dress, maybe Parker could stand it.

Hardison had won choosing date night this time around, and he had suggested a new restaurant that recently opened up on the other side of town. A nicer restaurant. Which meant fancier clothes and Hardison had said the dress code recommended dresses so. The dress. It had been fine, leaving the brewpub in it to go meet Hardison at the restaurant. It was comfy enough, the fabric had a nice texture, and it was the same kind of green that you could see if you looked sideways at a professionally cut emerald, which was one of their favorite colors.

It was only upon arriving at the restaurant that they realized they really, really, really did not want to be wearing it.

And if it was just the dress, maybe it would be fine. But they were out in public, and Parker had come to understand over the years that if people in public thought they had your gender clocked, you had to act, walk, and talk a certain way if you didn’t want weird stares, unwelcome attention. A performance that they didn’t particularly have the energy for if there wasn’t a con and the promise of a payout at the end of it. The first “miss” they got from the hostess made them twitch, but they made sure to keep their mask up as they saw Hardison, already at the table, who smiled sunnily as they approached and stood to help with their chair. He was wearing his purple suit, the deep plum colored one that reminded them of a bottle full of red wine.

“Wow. You look amazing, I can’t believe you’ve been hiding that dress for so long,” he said as they both sat down. “It’s not one of Sophie’s?” There was a trace of playfulness in his voice.

“No, it’s mine, I didn’t steal it,” Parker replied, latching onto his good mood for stability. They fidgeted, hyperaware of their bare shoulders and the cut of the dress around their torso. “Well, not from her anyways.”

Hardison snorted in that fond way of his. “Hey, it’s not stealing if it looks that good on you. That’s just proper re-appropriation. Anyways, you’re gonna love this place, the whole idea is normal fancy food, boring boring et cetera, but! They change the colors around so it messes with your senses and makes you experience it differently, you get me? I’m talking like green steaks, purple mashed potatoes. Cool, right?”

“Yeah, sounds great,” Parker agreed absently, discreetly hunching a little and hoping Hardison wouldn’t notice. They fiddled with the utensils on the table, which had little chameleons etched on them. That was fun. This was supposed to be fun, they reminded themselves.

“Hey, you ok?” Hardison asked, brows furrowed.

A waiter came up before he could say more. “Welcome, folks, pleasure to have you with us this evening. Can I start you with drinks?” After Hardison, concern still showing in his face ordered a fruity-sounding cocktail, the waiter turned to Parker. “And for the lady?”

They couldn’t help their flinch, knowing that Hardison saw it, and pulled out their most flawless grifting voice to respond. They deflated a little again once the waiter left.

“Shit. I shouldn’t have said dress. I should have specified that you could have worn anything you wanted, who even cares about restaurant dress codes,” the hacker said, rubbing his hands over his face. Parker had to give it to him, sometimes his brain worked faster than his computers, and he was always twice as perceptive. “Is it a they night? A he night?”

Parker shrugged a little apologetically. “I’m not sure. It’s just really, really not a she night.”

“I’m really sorry Parker, I should have checked in before we came,” Hardison sighed, and having him in the loop did actually make Parker feel a little better. “Do you wanna get out of here? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable for any longer than you have to.”

Parker immediately felt bad again. “No, you won date night, you were so excited about this place.”

“Man, don’t even sweat it,” Hardison reassured them, waving a hand. “We can come back some other time when we’re actually feeling it. Or if it’s never the date vibes, I can ask Sophie if she wants to try it sometime. You know she gets a kick out of dressing up and I’m sure she would call this place ‘an exercise in creative expression and reaction’ or something.” He smiled at Parker’s bark of laughter following his terrible impression of Sophie, which made a couple other patrons startle in their seats.

“I don’t really want to be in this dress anymore,” Parker admitted. “Maybe we could go back to the brewpub and do something there?”

“Hey, if I ever refuse a quiet night in, know that I’ve been replaced with a clone or maybe a mind-eating fungus,” Hardison beamed at them, and flagged down the waiter to pay for their drinks with a tip that made the man’s jaw drop, letting Parker lead the way out.

On the ride home, Hardison gave Parker his suit jacket, pretending he was too hot even though it was damp and cold out. It was far too big for the thief and they thought it was kind of ridiculous how it came down to almost their knees, but the broad shoulders on it made them feel good. And the wine color purple was fantastic, even though they thought it looked far better on Hardison. They said as much, and took a silent satisfaction in the way Hardison ducked his chin to hide his face.

Entering back into the safety of the brewpub and the upstairs apartment took a weight off Parker, and they sighed, kicking off their shoes and slipping off Hardison’s jacket to cast onto the back of the couch. Hardison picked up to carefully keep it from creasing with a “heaven help me” kind of look. “You got everything you wanna wear here? Need anything of mine?”

“Mostly, but…” Parker thought aloud. “Could I borrow one of your shirts? The soft ones?”

Hardison nodded fondly. “Sure thing, lemme grab one.” While he was in the bedroom, Parker stripped off their dress like it was burning them, shaking the feeling of it away once it was off. They spotted their good jeans on the chair by the hallway that Hardison liked to call “Parker’s wardrobe,” where all the clothes they had left while over lived, and rushed to put them on. They were comfy and boxy and had a button-up fly. More buttons felt good.

“Incoming,” Hardison’s voice called, and he entered with his eyes covered, tossing a shirt in their direction. Parker jumped to catch it, and quietly approved of his selection, a wooly flannel type. They wiggled it on, tucking it in slightly, and exhaled in relief on how delightfully big it was, draping off the prominent muscles in their shoulders, leaving enough room on their torso so that the fabric wouldn’t cling to them. They rolled up the sleeves to expose their strong forearms, looked down at their broad hands. Yeah, this was much better, they thought, tying up their hair high.

“I’ve still got those canvases from last time, and the same paints, if you wanna do that. Ooh, I just got some good charcoal too if you’d rather sketch,” Hardison was saying, sifting through his art supplies. Parker bounded over and pressed up against his side. He jumped slightly but turned to look at them. “Feeling better?”

“Lots,” Parker hummed.

The hacker took in their outfit change. “And looking damn handsome too. Real suave, James Dean kinda look.” When Parker wryly grinned and crossed their arms, squaring their shoulders and standing tall, he mimed a swoon (Parker could see the slight, genuine flush that rose to his face). “So what do you wanna do tonight?”

“Dunno, it’s still your date night,” Parker replied, putting a little more husk in their voice and enjoying the way they could see Hardison’s thoughts stutter slightly.

He recovered quickly. “Well, all I want is a nice night in with my fella, whatever we do is gonna be more than alright with me.”

Parker felt another glow of joy at the endearment, and moved to wrap their arms tightly around him, one hand coming up to grip the back of the hacker’s neck. “Thanks Hardison. I really mean it.”

Hardison softened a little against their firm embrace. “Of course, I never want you to be uncomfortable. I love you.”

“I know,” Parker responded, and smiled mischievously into Hardison’s shoulder as he sputtered.

“Oh no you did not—“

[shemarmooresfedora]

Rebuilding Family

Summary: Y/N and Spencer were college sweethearts at Cal-Tech but once Spencer got accepted to the FBI Academy, he ended things deciding it was not fair to make Y/N wait for him. When they meet again years later, he discovers something unexpected.

Pairing: Spencer x Fem! Reader

Masterlist

Chapter 10

You were packing up your stuff as students filed out of the lecture hall, it was your last class of the day. As you were walking out towards the parking lot, your phone started to vibrate in your bag. It was the school.

“Hello?” you answered.

“Hi Y/N. It’s Mrs. Flynn. I was just calling to let you know that Jo is now waiting inside with me because she was getting cold outside,” she informed you.

“Spencer’s not there?” you questioned, looking at the time displayed on your phone.

Pickup time was fifteen minutes ago.

“I’m on my way. I’ll be there in ten minutes. Sorry for the inconvenience,” you opened your car door and set your bag down in the passenger seat, turning on the ignition.

“No worries, I have to reorganize the classroom library anyways so I was already planning on staying after.”

Once the call ended, you tried to call Spencer but it went straight to voicemail.

“Hey Spencer, I don’t know if you forgot but it was your day to pick up Jo. I’m getting her now,” you said as you reversed out of your parking spot.

Minutes later, your phone rang again. Expecting Spencer’s contact to show up on screen, your brow furrowed when the name read “JJ” instead.

“Hi JJ?” you said, more of a question than a greeting.

“Y/N, Spencer has been shot. I already told Will to go back to the school to pick up Jo. You should get here if you can. He’s in surgery now but there has been no update since he went in,” JJ explained.

“Oh my god. Okay, I’m turning around now. How did this happen? He didn’t mention he was on a case?” you pulled into a random parking lot to turn around.

“Well technically, we weren’t. We had a lead on a possible local case and we went to interview a potential witness who could give us some more information. We realized too late that he was the unsub. He thought we were on to him and shot Spencer in the leg while trying to escape.”

You had silent tears running down your face.

“I’m five minutes out” is all you could muster and then you hung up the phone.

You ran into the ER doors to find the rest of the team in the waiting room. You were glad you went to Rossi’s dinner party now or else this would have been a much more awkward first meeting.

“Any updates?” you asked frantically.

“No,” Derek sighed, “But no news is good news.”

You took the empty seat in between JJ and Penelope and put your face in your hands, not wanting everyone to see your tears.

-

Two hours of crappy coffee and vending machine snacks as your only source of sustenance later, a doctor emerged from behind the double doors.

She had a completely neutral expression that you couldn’t read but then again you weren’t a profiler.

“Dr. Spencer Reid?” she asked, glancing down at her clipboard.

All of you stood and desperately crowded around her.

“Dr. Reid is in stable condition and awake. The bullet went into his thigh but it wasn’t through and through. He will need to be on crutches for about a week or so but luckily the bullet wound is near the edge of his thigh rather than the middle, meaning recovery time will be shorter,” she explained.

There was a collective sigh of relief along with a few “thank god”s.

“Although he is awake, I don’t think it’s best if you all go in at once since he is very drowsy. He has been asking for a Y/N?” the doctor looked around at you all.

All eyes fell on you. You collected yourself, grabbing your purse and following the doctor down the hall.

“I’ll let you know how he is,” you told everyone before you disappeared past the double doors.

The doctor guided you into a room at the end of the hall. You thanked her quietly and she nodded in acknowledgement, leaving you two alone. Spencer had his eyes closed but his hospital bed was inclined so he was sitting up slightly. You briskly walked over and took the seat right beside him. You took his hand in yours and squeezed it lightly, combing his messy hair out with your fingers.

As you were softly massaging his scalp, you heard a light groan. You retracted your fingers immediately as Spencer began to open his eyes.

Once Spencer took in his surroundings, he quickly sat up completely in bed, letting out a yelp of pain.

“Jo...it was my turn to pick up,” he said frantically.

“Hey, look at me, Spence. It’s okay, she’s at JJ and Will’s. You were shot in the thigh though so you’re not going anywhere. Please lie back down,” you assured him.

He nodded his head, relaxing a bit and looking down at his hands in his lap. He seemed to be processing something in his head.

“You called me ‘Spence’,” he stated.

Shit. That was twice now. It keeps slipping.

“Sorry, I-,” you began to ramble some apology that you didn’t even know where you were going with it. Luckily, he stopped you before you could further embarrass yourself.

“I didn’t say it was a bad thing,” he spoke softly as he looked up at you, tears threatening to fall.

“I was so scared, Y/N,” he sobbed.

You swiftly pulled him into your embrace, tucking his head into your neck as you began to gently stroke his hair again.

“It’s okay, let it out. I can’t imagine what that was like. I’m so sorry you had to go through that but you're safe now, I promise,” you whispered to him.

“I was so afraid I was going to abandon you and Jo again. It hurt worse than the actual bullet,” he muttered into your neck.

You removed your hands from his hair and cupped his cheeks, forcing him to look up at you.

“Spencer Reid, you did not abandon Jo in the first place so there is no ‘again’. Second of all, you would have died a hero saving lives and I would have made sure Jo knew that and she never forgot her Daddy or how much he loved her,” you spoke earnestly, never breaking eye contact.

Spencer’s eyes softened. A second later, his lips were on yours again. This time, however, you didn’t pull away. Life was too short and this was already complicated as is, what’s the harm.

You basked in the familiarity of his lips locking with yours. Once he finally pulled away for air, he rested his forehead against yours.

“Go out with me. A real date. No more college dorm dates with takeout,” he smiled.

“You know you didn’t have to get shot to ask me out, right?” you teased.

“I thought I needed a grand gesture,” he beamed, chucking lightly.

“Yeah, Spence, I’ll go on a date with you.”

His lips found yours once again.

-

“Jo, are you ready?” you called out from the kitchen, packing snacks.

“Mommy, I’m already at the door!” she exclaimed.

Jo was eager to go see her Daddy at the hospital. You would spend the day there until he was discharged and then he would live with you guys for the week. You insisted on being there to take care of him while he was healing. You didn’t want him hobbling around all alone in his apartment.

When you walked out to the front entryway, there was a stack of various toys and books that hadn’t been there when you came down the stairs.

“What is this?” you gestured to the pile, amused.

“Daddy has big boo-boo so he needs stuff to cheer him up,” she stated.

“I don’t think we are going to be able to bring all this. Plus, remember Daddy is coming home with us later today. So here’s what we will do,” you handed Jo her dinosaur backpack, “You pack all the stuff you can fit in this bag that you think Daddy needs right away and the rest of the stuff can wait.”

Jo made quick work of sorting through her massive pile, trying to decide what would make her dad the most happy.

-

“Daddy!” Jo excitedly screamed, running towards the bed.

“Jo!” he returned with the same sentiment.

She was unable to get up on the bed herself so you had to lift her up.

“Remember what I said, careful with Daddy or he won’t get better,” you reminded her.

“You can sit her on my good leg,” Spencer patted his right thigh where you gently set Jo down.

“We brought you loads of stuff, Daddy,” Jo chirped, looking over at you.

You revealed a box of donuts from your bag and the coffee tray you had been holding. You handed him a chocolate frosted donut with sprinkles and Jo a strawberry frosted with sprinkles. The two ‘cheers’ed their donuts before biting into them.

“Jo also brought you some things to cheer you up,” you handed her her backpack.

First, she promptly pulled out a pink Disney princesses band-aid and stuck it on Spencer’s already bandaged thigh.

“You need that so it doesn’t get infected,” she repeated Spencer’s words from when she fell at Rossi’s dinner party.

“Thank you, princess. What would I do without you?” he kissed the top of her head as she rummaged around in her backpack some more.

She set up her five favorite dinosaur toys on his tray table in front of them, glancing up at him for approval.

“Perfect,” he smiled, nodding.

Next, she pulled out a piece of paper that had been colored on.

“Who’s this?” Spencer asked, looking at the three stick figures doodled on the paper.

“That’s you, that’s Mommy, and that’s me,” she pointed to each of the sketches.

“Aw, that one is definitely making the fridge,” you smiled.

Finally, Jo took out her Magic Tree House book that she was currently reading. She needed help with some of the words but either you or Spencer or the both of you would help her read it every night.

“You already finished the last one?” Spencer picked up the new book that was next in the series, examining it and smiling proudly.

“And I didn’t need help with a single word on the last chapter,” Jo beamed.

“You’re so smart,” Spencer kissed her head again, “let’s see how far we can get on this one before we can go home.”