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sheerfreesia007 · 6 days ago

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Love at Lunch Time

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader

Word count: 2,636

Content warnings: Fluff

Summary: You’ve been dating Chan for two months now and have started to pack him a work lunch each day with a little extra sweet surprise for him in the form of cute love notes left in his lunch box. What happens when the boys start to realize that ever since you started dating and packing him lunch Chan now takes his lunch break seriously? What happens when they find one of your sweet notes in his lunch box?

Pabo: Fool

The smell of homemade cooking fills your kitchen as you hum along to a tune that is nameless inside your head while you stand over the stove watching the pan as it sizzles.. It’s a lazy Sunday afternoon and you’re preparing meals for the work week ahead, your kitchen island is littered with containers and brightly colored lids ready and waiting to receive the food that you’re just finishing up. Snacks have already been packed and are ready to put away in each of your lunch boxes and Chan’s for tomorrow. A smile slowly unfurls on your face as you think about packing lunch for your boyfriend for tomorrow.

Ever since the two of you started dating two months ago you’ve started packing a lunch for him, at first it had been because you were worried about him not eating during his work day and now it had just become the norm for you and a way for you to show him that you love and cared about him. It was just an added plus that Chan had confessed that he loved your homemade lunches, but it also made him actually take his lunch break and look forward to seeing the meal that you had prepared for him. You enjoy making your work lunches and now that you’ve got Chan to care for and look after you’re even more excited to make him meals. It always made you feel great when he would come home and tell you that he loved his lunch and that he really enjoyed it.

Turning off the stove you begin to portion out the meal into each of the containers for the both of you just as Chan enters the apartment with a bright happy grin on his face. He had been spending time with the guys this afternoon before promising to be home for the evening to spend the rest of the day with you. Walking into the kitchen he eagerly grabs the large pan you’re holding and helps you finish dishing out the meal into the containers. When that’s done he rinses the pan out in the sink before setting it down in there, he then turns back to you as you hurriedly put the lids on the containers knowing what’s coming next. He grins fondly at you before stepping close and wrapping his arms around your waist and hooking his chin over your shoulder as his eyes watch what you’re doing.

“So what little surprise am I going to get in my lunch tomorrow?” he asks softly before pressing a quick kiss to the side of your neck causing you to flinch away from him. You chuckle softly at his question knowing he’s trying to find out early what cute little note you’ll leave him. Not long after you had started making and packing lunches for him you started to leave little notes in his lunch box for him to find. They often would just be little notes with words of encouragement or just little doodles that you made for him. But now they had evolved into little love notes where you confessed how much you loved him or certain things about him that you loved and cherished.

“It’s a surprise.” you scold him gently and he pouts at you before burying his face in your neck to nip and kiss at you trying to make you crack and relent to him. You flinch and twist trying to get away from his tickling actions as he continues to nip and kiss at you while his arms tighten around your waist maneuvering you to lay flush against him

“Tell me.” he pleads as he turns you in his arms until you are facing each other and he’s holding you up just so that your toes graze the floor not allowing you to touch down. You shake your head at him and he pouts prettily for you and you scowl at him softly knowing that he’s trying to get you to tell him what the note will say and he’s using his dirty tricks to get his way. You lean up and peck his lips quickly trying to distract him but Chan quickly follows your retreating mouth with his own, capturing your lips with his in a heated kiss. You kiss him back just as heatedly for a few moments before you pull away from him panting slightly.

“I have to finish.” you tell him softly and he pouts again at you. “And you know I don’t write your notes until the morning of. Otherwise you’ll spoil the surprise.” you chastise him gently and he sighs softly at your words.

“I know, but I gotta at least try to get you to tell me what they’ll say. I always look forward to them.” he says softly and you beam up at him feeling the love you have for him pouring into your body. “You finish up and I’ll order dinner for us before we pick a movie together?” he asks as he stares into your eyes lovingly. You nod your head at him before he presses his lips to yours once more in a sweet tender kiss before he slowly lets you down onto your feet. He turns from you and you quickly finish getting all the containers ready and put away before joining him on the couch as he scrolls through the selection of movies you guys have.

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The next morning your alarm wakes you and you groan softly as you try to snuggle deeper into your warm blankets not wanting to wake up yet for the day. Chan grunts heavily from behind you and pulls you in closer to him as you both cuddle further into your bed. But just as you’re about to fall back asleep Chan’s phone alarm goes off making the two of you groan loudly.

“Why did we agree that having an alarm on both of our phones was a good idea?” you ask grumpily as you begin to rub the sleep from your eyes. Chan chuckles softly and presses a tender kiss to your temple.

“Because if we didn’t we would just fall back asleep.” he says knowingly and you grumble softly causing him to chuckle at your antics. “C’mon babe, we’ve got work to get to.” he tries to cajole you out of bed and you grumble some more before rising from your comfortable bed.

“Fine, I guess so.” you sigh out loudly and Chan chuckles once again as he sits on the edge of the bed trying to wake himself up. The two of you quickly get ready for work and soon you’re in the kitchen grabbing both of your lunch boxes to set them on the island before grabbing yours and his travel cups. As your coffee brews you pull open one of the kitchen drawers and grab the cute wolf decorated stationery pad and your favorite sparkle glitter pen. You lean against the counter for a moment silently mulling over what you want to write to him today before grinning softly and writing down your note. Just as Chan is entering the kitchen all dressed for work you’re pouring coffee into your cups. You hand him his cup and lunch box before grabbing yours, the two of you exit your apartment and you press a sweet loving kiss to his mouth before you have to go in the opposite direction of him towards the bus stop.

“I could drive you.” he offers as he chases your mouth teasingly while a grin graces his face and you smile sweetly up at him.

“But then you’d be late.” you tell him softly which causes him to shrug his shoulders at you.

“It’d be worth it.” he tells you honestly and you smile fondly at him before pressing another quick kiss to his pouting lips.

“I’ll text you when I get to work. Have a good day babe. Love you.” you tell him firmly and he sighs while nodding his head knowing that you won’t allow him to be late to work.

“Alright, love you too sweetheart.” he responds before he heads to the parking garage where his car is parked..

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Chan stares at his laptop screen and sighs loudly as he comes across another issue with the song. Han sits next to him and looks over with a worried look on his face, Seungmin stands in the booth staring concerned over at Chan through the glass as he waits for more direction while Changbin and Felix sit on the couch behind Chan watching with silent shared looks between them. Just as Chan feels the tension and anger begin to rise up in him his eyes dart to the small clock in the corner of his screen and he grins widely all of a sudden.

“Alright, take a break Seungmin. It’s lunch time.” Chan says after pushing the speaker button to be able to be heard in the booth. Seungmin stares at him shocked for a moment and Han grins widely as he turns to give a look to Changbin who grins at the younger man.

“Lunch time?” Felix asks curiously and Changbin smirks widely as Seungmin exits the recording booth.

“Since when do you eat lunch?” Seungmin asks with a scoff and Han nearly vibrates in his chair as he watches Chan roll his chair away from the desk and grab his black lunch box and exit the room with an eager grin on his face. “Someone want to tell me what’s going on?” Seungmin asks as he turns to Han and Changbin while Felix nods his head. Han excitedly turns to face all of them in his chair as he grins mischievously at Changbin.

“So ever since Chan started dating his girl she’s been packing him homemade lunches and he’s actually been taking his lunch break instead of working through them like he normally does.” Han said conspiratorially as if it was a secret.

“Oh, that’s actually really sweet.” Felix said softly as Seungmin gags loudly with a look of disgust on his face while Changbin laughs softly.

“But there’s more. I think she leaves little notes in his lunch box for him to find. He always sneakily stores something away in his safe in here.” Changbin says knowingly as he shares a look with a nodding Han.

“We want to see the notes.” Han says suddenly and Felix frowns at his words before he begins to shake his head.

“I’m in.” Seungmin says suddenly and Han and Changbin grin widely at the younger man.

Just then their leader enters the recording studio and they all turn to him silently. He’s not paying attention to them as he looks down at his phone with a soft smile on his face while his fingers type away on the keyboard. He places his lunchbox down on the desk and Seungmin swiftly flips it open, surveying the contents before his eyes land on the cute wolf stationery with sparkle handwriting on it. He quickly snatches the note and Chan looks up with wide shocked eyes.

“Give that back Seungminnie.” Chan says almost sounding threatening as Han and Changbin quickly stand to help their friend. Seungmin looks over at Chan quietly before he grins and rushes out of his reach as the older man lunges for him. Chan tries to chase Seungmin around the studio while the younger man dances out of his reach with help from Han and Changbin keeping the note away from their leader. Changbin finally has the note while Han and Seungmin hold Chan back as he watches Changbin with avid eyes trying to make sure the note doesn’t get destroyed.

“WHAT IS GOING ON!?” sounds your voice loud and clear making all of the men whips their heads to Felix who is holding up his phone with you on a video call. Instantly the younger men let Chan go who rushes to Changbin and carefully grabs his note from the man before stepping back over to his desk where his lunch box is still sitting. “I didn’t stutter.” you say scolding the younger men who all duck their heads in embarrassment.

“Noona, we just wanted to see Chan’s notes. He’s been actually taking his lunch break ever since you started packing him a lunch and Changbin and I started noticing little slips of paper that he’ll save from his lunch box. We got curious and wanted to see what you were writing to him.” Han quickly explains and Changbin makes a noise in agreement as he nods his head. Chan is amazed at how easily you’ve stopped the boys from teasing him and stealing his note from him and he can’t help but feel his heart thud heavily in his chest.

“And let me guess Seungmin say a chance at being a menace and said I’m in?” you asked knowingly and Seungmin pouts softly at your all telling words. “Listen just because you’re jealous Chan gets notes in his lunch box doesn’t mean you get to tease him about it. Once you all get girlfriends maybe she’ll send you little love notes.” you scold them gently and Seungmin twists his face with slight disgust. “Don’t give me that look Seungmin, you’re one of the biggest tsunderes out there, you pabo.” you chastise him and ducks his head as his ears burn pink causing Chan to grin fondly at you successfully calling out the younger man.

“You really think that’ll happen for us?” Changbin asks suddenly as he looks over at Felix’s phone where your face is displayed. Chan watches the faces of all the boys and sees the hopeful looks there and wonders if all of his members feel that way, hopefully for someone to treat them like you treat him.

“I hope so, Bin. Yuy guys deserve it.” you say truthfully and Changbin giggles loudly while Seungmin scoffs again.

“I should write a song about receiving love notes. That’s actually a really cute idea.” Han says suddenly before he grabs his chair and begins to furiously write in his lyrics book. Felix suddenly hands his phone to Chan who eagerly takes it and turns it so that you can see him on the video call, your face lights up with happiness when you finally see him and he can’t help but mirror your grin.

“Thanks sweetheart for shutting the boys down and for my lunch and notes.” he says fondly to you and you chuckle softly at him.

“Any time babe.” you tell him happily with a chipper tone that has him smiling.

“Oh! Let me show where I’ve been keeping all your notes.” he says suddenly realizing that he can finally show his hiding spot. The boys all watch him eagerly and he shoots them a glare which makes them back off.

“Wait, you’ve saved all of them?” you ask surprised and Chan looks down at the phone bewildered.

“Of course I do. They’re special to me and make my day brighter. They give a little boost of energy at lunch time.” he confesses softly as he opens the safe that’s in the corner of the room. He directs the camera into the safe and you gasp softly as you see the cardboard box that has all of your multicolored stationery notes that you’ve given him over two months of dating.

“Oh you’re too sweet for keeping all those notes.” you say softly and slightly teary eyed. Chan beams at you as he blushes cutely. “I’ll have to make sure I never miss a day of notes for you.” you tell him sweetly and he grins at you.

“You better not.” he says seriously and you chuckle happily at him before blowing a kiss to him which he happily accepts before letting you get back to work.

SKZ Taglist: @intartaruginha, @kayleefriedchicken, @babigriin, @simpforleeknaur, @inlovewithstraykids

#my writing #stray kids #skz #skz x reader #bang chan #bang chan x reader

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petday · 2 months ago

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Do you think that it is okay to be "slow" at art? I have problems with ADHD and I can never get things out very quickly... while I still improve, learn, and end up finishing things, it often takes me way longer than it should. It ends up being a little stressful because my friends can output drawings a lot quicker, even in doodle format, whereas even for just doodles it can take me at least an hour at times. This makes things like drawpiles a bit hard to do as well.

Yes, it is okay to be "slow" in art.

"Speed" is relative. You are quite fast in movement speed in comparison to a different person.

Going further, there are infinite points to compare your speed against. "Was I the fastest I could possibly be when depicting this character with these series of lines?" Well, there are infinite different series of lines you could have drawn, infinite influences that any one person can have, infinite life experiences, thus no two people will ever draw exactly the same. A person can draw faster than you, but their drawings are different than yours. Even when people emulate each other, there is something about each person that makes their differences clear eventually – attitude, subject matter, tendencies, choice of material... "Would my friend draw this picture faster than I could?" You can ask yourself such questions but it would be impossible to answer, because you are the person who made the drawing, thus whatever 'speed' was required for the drawing was exactly the 'speed' at which you made the drawing, otherwise the drawing would not exist at all.

If you wish to draw 'faster', you can avoid some actions. You can paint without use of the undo button, you do not have to flip the canvas, you do not have to spend time reading color theory, you can just draw. You can qualify even the messiest drawing as a 'finished' drawing. That's what I enjoy.

However, if you avoid actions that you enjoy for the purpose of 'saving time', you may end up desiring such actions, and you may regret your faster pace. Contrary to the belief that 'fast is best', being 'slow' can be preferable over being 'fast', because you are enjoying the actions that cause you to work at a slower pace.

In this world, I particularly dislike the focus on "high speed" as if it is an innately positive quality. It is a neutral quality. Of course, you should be fast in some emergency scenarios. But there is no 'perfect' future, so I do not see why humans rush towards this imaginary 'perfect' future. There are no 'perfect' pictures, so there is no rush to reach such a 'perfect' state. I was happy to refresh an artist's blog in 2006 and see a new picture once every few months. Also, there were some websites in which you could view the time-lapse video of a person's drawing, and some people spent hours and hours. There was no ability to edit the video, so you could watch people redraw things over and over, scrap various ideas, focus on different parts of a drawing, and so on. Even if the 'completed' drawing looked 'perfect' to me at first glance, the person might have taken a lot of time. I had fun watching their videos. Others would draw quickly, so their videos were short. That was cool too. I didn't feel either was superior over the other.

I like a slow pace. My speed varies because life and thoughts vary. I have spent weeks on some of my favorite works. I have spent months thinking about something before finally drawing about it. In artwork, you can spend an eternity. Ideas can mutate into different ideas if you leave them alone for a long time. There is no pressure to act immediately. That is great.

Perhaps you can make things with friends who do not usually draw. You may find that they have a fun insight in comparison to the friends who are experienced at drawing. 'High experience in drawing' can also result in 'doing things only in the way that we are taught is the correct way' which can result in 'repeating the same ideas and techniques.' That is fine, but 'low experience in creating art' can result in great art because they do not follow the common 'rules' that are popularized in various art communities, so they can make awesome, surprising artwork without consciously thinking about making something 'good'.

I am 'slow' in comparison to my friends. Drawing with friends was difficult to enjoy. "Well, I will just doodle fun things at the bottom of the page. Oh, others have already painted complex things." It's alright. It became fun when I stopped thinking much while drawing. You can doodle at your own pace, true friends will not judge you. Also, if you do not enjoy drawing with others, even if you make great effort to enjoy it, it is OK. There are other activities to enjoy with friends too. I can enjoy drawing with others sometimes, but other times, I prefer to draw alone.

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cherry-bomb-ships · 10 months ago

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Hello everyone! Welcome to our Valentine's Week mini Self Ship event!

Pr*sh//ip please dni

From February 12th to the 18th, I'd like to invite you all to participate in a self ship event all about love! This is meant to be a low-effort, laid-back event where the hardest thing you'll probably have to do is interact with other people 😅 Each day will have a different theme for every type of f/o and self shipper! The themed days are listed below:

February 12th - Familial F/o Day! This day will be all about focusing on your familial f/os! Parents, siblings, kids, or any other character you consider part of your family. ❤️❤️

February 13th - Platonic F/o Day! This day is dedicated to all our fictional besties!! Give some appreciation to the f/os that are there for a good laugh and a shoulder to cry on. 💛💛

February 14th- Romantic F/o Day! Of course, Valentine's Day itself will be dedicated to the special f/os in our lives who are there for us through thick and thin. Our f/os love us every day and we love them, but we'll give them extra love today! 🩷🩷

February 15th - Self Love Day! Sure, it can be argued that all of self ship is a form of self love, but I really want us all to focus on it today, by thinking about and maybe even listing out the things that our f/os would especially love about us. 💝💝

February 16th - February 18th - F/o Takeover & Letter Writing Weekend! This one is a bit of a player's choice; option one, an f/o takeover! Y'all know the drill on that one by now, let your f/os of choice answer questions on your blog for the weekend. ❤️ Option two, for those not into takeovers, is to spend the weekend writing love letters to your f/os! They can be as short or long as you like, while also making as few or as many as you'd want to. I'd also like to highly encourage sending out f/o letters to your fellow self shippers from their own f/os! ❤️

There we have it! That's our weekend, laid out in its entirety. However, these are more guidelines than strict rules. You can really run the week any way you like, as long as you're enjoying yourself!

I would also like to add that this month, for those who don't know, is Black History Month, so while you focus on your ships, don't forget to show some love to my black brothers and sisters in the self ship community as well! 🧡🧡🧡

I'll have some more suggestions on things to do below the cut, but I'll end it here up top, because this is long enough as it is. Feel free to reblog to get the word around, and for just one week, let's only think about love. ❤️💝🥺💝❤️

Now then, here are some suggestions on things to do over the week on our themed f/o days:

For our creative types, you could create some art and doodles, writing and drabbles, gifs, screenshots, or any other type of content for your f/os of the day.

For those who want a more chill experience, just some good ol' gushing will work perfect! I'll also be trying to make some short ask games full of questions for each themed day.

For the self-love day in the 15th, I highly encourage everyone to make a list of things that their f/os love about them. Of course not everything is always perfect, so if you'd like, you can also talk about your flaws and the way that your f/os would still love you with them. I don't wanna see any self deprecation though, because I know all of you are much more wonderful than you may think! ❤️❤️

Lastly, for the weekend, as I said earlier I would love to see people sending out letters to other self shippers. If anyone remembers the To My S/i events from a few years back, as much as I would love to run an event like that, I know that's setting some people up for disappointment when they don't receive any letters, so I want it to be something that's encouraged but not expected. That being said, it's still highly encouraged! Even if you're worried about how accurately you may write someone's f/o, I believe you should still give it a try anyway! 💝💝💝

That's about all the suggestions I have, except for this last one: while this week is about love for our f/os, I still wanna see love for our fellow self shippers with plenty of interaction going around, even something as small as a reblog or question sent for an ask game makes a big difference! And remember, just like the New Radicals said, "you only get what you give."

If you're reading this far, then thank you! Go ahead and throw a "btw my f/os love me" into your tags to let me know you got this far. I hope everyone enjoys the event!! 🩷❤️💝❤️🩷

#ok to rb #self ship event #self shipping #safeshipping #oc x canon #self ship community #f/o imagines

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lovers-rck · 1 year ago

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Can I request a touch starved! reader x Spencer Reid which they are friends and become cuddle buddies? Maybe more... :)

Spencer Reid x fem!reader (but it's actually pretty gn actually)

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The room was in silence, the only thing that could be heard was Spencer's calm breathing.

Rays of the sunrise peeked through the space between the curtain and the window, saying goodbye until the next morning. The black curtains blocked every possible outside light, letting the room almost pitch black.

Your body was hidden under the blanket, immobilized by spencer's arms around your waist, keeping you by his side.

It all started a few months ago, when the both of you started to sleep in eachother shoulders in the plane after a case. You liked the feeling of Spencer's body and he discovered that he could sleep better with you by his side, so you two keep doing it.

A few weeks later since that, Spencer started to invite you to his house after long cases to have dinner and discuss about the case itself, which ended up with both of you in his bed, sleeping long hours in eachothers arms.

But it was just that; sleeping next to eachother, nothing more.

So after every hard case, he drove you to his house and you both spend the night together, watching documentals of serial killers and in each other's arms, just like now. At five pm he suggested a quick nap to regain energy, and two hours later you two were still in bed.

"Spencer" you murmured his name, waiting for a response

You could feel Spencer's hot breath in the back of your neck, his arms holding you against his chest, keeping you still.

"It's time to wake up" you said, and heard how he groaned in protest.

You giggle and started to turn around, facing him. You saw how his curls were displayed all over the pillow, perfectly desorganized.

"It's seven pm" you murmured to him, your finger making invisible doodles in his cheek.

You were looking at his lips when Spencer opened his eyes, puffy and tired. His arms untangled themselves from your body to stretch.

Your eyes averted shamelessly as you watched spencer's shirt lift slightly, leaving a patch of skin exposed.

"Hello" he said to you, sleepy.

you smiled at him slightly "We have to take the plane at eleven o'clock" you reminded him, pulling the blanket to cover your body.

He nodded quickly "The case of the killings on Chicago"

"That's right" you said "Did you rest?"

"Yeah, i feel rested" he murmured "And you?"

He looked at you, his gaze dancing from your eyes to your lips. You nodded and slipped into spencer's arms, your head on his chest and his arms protecting you from the outside.

"I wish we could keep sleeping"

"We have time" he said "We could stay in bed a little more"

For a few minutes, everything went silence. You could hear Spencer's heartbeat.

"what are we doing?" you murmured

"Cuddling" he said "Are you uncomfortable? Do you need me to move?"

"No, i mean" you stood up, sitting down across from spencer "What is this, Spencer?"

He looked at you, knowing exactly what you meant. He would be lying if he said that the same was not questioned in his mind for extensive amounts of time. His time was devoted to facts, data collected and evidence, not love.

The terrain of love and feelings was an unknown field in his eyes, not because he wanted to, but because he never had the opportunity to explore it.

"I don't know" his tongue caressed the dry lips "I enjoy sleeping with you"

Sometimes, when you fell asleep first, Spencer would spend time examining your fractions. How your hair caressed your skin, how your lips took on the perfect pink as the temperature dropped, and how all these things awakened something in him.

"I know, and i enjoy it too" spencer wanted to adjust the lock of hair that fell in your eyes, doubting if it was a very bold gesture on his part "But friends don't do this"

He looked at your lips, and for the first time in his life he gave in to his impulse and kissed you.

His kiss was hungry. His hands cupped your face controlling you as he wished, his thumb caressing your cheek in small circles, as if you were the most delicate flower in the garden.

Slowly and sadly, his lips left yours, his forehead resting against yours.

"You are a good profiler" he said "And that was my clue to my feelings toward you"

You laughed softly, and pressed his lips against yours again.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #one shot #Matthew gray gubler

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underqualified-human · 1 year ago

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Have some serious writer's block rn but I read some fics about Yuu having their younger sibling with them in Twisted Wonderland and now I'm imagining that but the kid is an absolute menace.

Yuu leaves them alone for a few minutes while they go do something. The kid is minding their own business, doodling on a piece of scrap paper when suddenly all these random suitors approach them to get in Yuu's good graces. Then the kid just tears into them. Like - they point to each one while dishing out insults like a philanthropist.

"You're too uptight, you're basically a teacher ."

"You're annoying and the only reason they spend time with you is because you're rich."

"You look like you're going to sell them a used car that breaks down after two weeks."

"Your hair probably gets everywhere."

"You're full of yourself and probably won't even let them talk."

"You can't even speak to them in person."

"You're too tall to hug comfortably."

And when Yuu comes back and somebody tries to tell them, the kid pulls out the waterworks because "The mean lion is being rude to me!"

The first years and Grimm are the only ones safe from them. (Mostly because a) Cute cat and b) The first years are the only ones that haven't made an obvious move on Yuu that the kid can pick up on at least)

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losfacedevil · 1 year ago

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Tattoos and Blow Jobs // DRW

a/n~ Sooo.. Daniel with a tattoo huh? Oh the thoughts did this one evoke in me. I attacked my love @vanfleeter with this idea and well, let’s just say shes one if my biggest enablers. This is my redemption.

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI Oral (m! Receiving) allusions to sex.

It was unlike Danny to leave without warning - it was even more unlike him to leave in the middle of the night.

You awoke that morning to a cold and empty bed, the furnace of a man who had originally been tucked up next to you long gone. Bolting upright you glanced around the room to find his overnight bag gone and upon further inspection his car to be still parked in your driveway. You had no recollection of him leaving, him having not woken you to kiss you goodbye - or at least not that you were aware of.

But when his phone went straight to voicemail you had an inkling of what he was up to. Squinting your eyes against the harsh red light in the dark you let your vision focus before reading the time and with a soft nod of your head quickly found Sam’s contact in your phone.

“If this boys still sleeping I swear.” You mumbled, pressing the call icon before pressing the phone to your ear. It rang four times before a sleepy groan greeted you on the other end of the line.

“Sammy, where’s Danny, darlin’?” You drawled, knowing Sam had a soft spot for you. A soft sigh and the shuffling do what was probably his sheets could be heard down the line before he answered in a groggy voice.

“San Francisco, but you didn’t hear it from me.”

~*~*~

Less than twenty four hours later you heard a knock sound at your front door. A groggy fog encased your mind as you looked at the clock that sat directly above the television in the living room.

11:45pm

A groan slipped past your lips as you pushed yourself up off of the couch and straightened out your shirt - one of Danny’s old and threadbare high school shirts - before slowly dragging yourself over to the door. Pushing up on your toes you fluttered one eye shut and looked bleary out of the peep hole.

Danny stood on the other side of the door clad in his favorite comfy travel jeans and a cut off band tee. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked the time before gently knocking on your door once more. Giggling softly to yourself you knocked back - something the two of you had come up with to make finding each other at parties easier before flattening your feet to the floor and opened the door.

“Well, well, well, what have we here?” You cooed, leaning up against the door jam. Reaching down you wrapped your fingers around the bottom hem of the shirt and tugged, trying to cover yourself a little better. A beaming grin spread across Danny’s face as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“I couldn’t miss curling up on the couch for movie night with my girl, now could I?” Danny said, shrugging his shoulders before swiftly slipping past you inside.

“You couldn’t miss that but decided to sneak away before I was even awake the morning? Okay, break it to me easy, Tiger, what’s her name?” You joked, pressing the back of your hand to your forehead as you closed and locked the front door.

“Matilda. But look at this!” Danny’s voice jumped an octave as he turned and presented his arm to you. It was wrapped with Saran Wrap held together by medical tape. He pointed at it excitedly, his eyes gleaming as he looked back up at you.

“Did you hurt yourself? Did you spend your day in the ER or?” You knew exactly what lay under the Saran Wrap, having seen a doodle he was passionate about drawing splayed all over his things for the past week or so. A soft smile caressed his face and he rolled his eyes as he gently began to remove the bandage from his arm.

“Sorry I went MIA - Sam knew where I was. But you know how I had been talking about that doodle I’ve been drawing all week? Well I thought about it and decided it would make a really cool first tattoo, because it’s my moon phase from the day I was born and you know how I feel about the moon and well - look what I did!” He rambled on, slowly removing the rest of the Saran Wrap and crumpled it in his hands.

Danny turned so his newly inked arm faced you, the sharp lines and bold black out stripes sitting perfectly against his tanned skin. Your eyes flickered to his and you took a step forward, reaching out to wrap your hands gently around his forearm. You inspected the piece up close, moving your head this way and that as your eyes danced over the intricacies in the moon and upside down triangle that housed it.

“The moon and the sun are the two most constant things in my life, my travels, so on and so forth. But the moon, it changes with its phases and well, we all change with ours don’t we? But it always reminds me that where there is an end, a beginning always follows.”

You danced your fingers up towards the reddened and sore skin, wanting nothing more than to trace your fingers over the newly inked lines in his skin. His eyes never left the tattoo, basking in the fact that he had actually gone through with it and that you seemed just as intrigued by it as he was. You gripped the underside of his bicep firmly, the tips of your fingers accidentally brushing against the sore skin and caused him to pull a hiss of breath in through his teeth.

“Ooh, let’s not bump it, that’s still sore, darlin.” He mumbled, turning his arm gently so your eyes could follow the bands of black that now encompassed his entire bicep. You dropped your hands to his waist, stepping even closer to him as you inspected the entirety of the tattoo. Danny cocked his head to the side and raised his arm, flexing the muscles of his bicep. He chuckled lowly as he watched the ink dance as his muscle rippled.

“See? Isn’t it cool?” The thoughts that danced through your mind were colorful ones. Your eyes never left his arm as you took a small step back and quickly found his gaze with yours.

“It’s so cool, I always knew you’d look badass with ink. But… can you do me a favor?” You glanced up at him through your lashes, a devilish smirk playing across your lips. He dropped his arm to his side, careful not to bump it against his body and placed a gentle hand against your cheek.

“What do you need?” He cocked his head to the side, every request he could think of playing in the forefront of his mind. You eyes blazed with excitement, pupils dilating right before him as you nuzzled your face against his palm.

“Show me… show me it in the best way possible. The.. the way I’ll see it the most.” You giggled, ghosting your hand gently over his hips in an attempt to help him understand your request.

Danny’s eyes grew wide as realization washed over him and he nodded softly. He backed you up slowly, hand never leaving your cheek until your waist was pressed against the high back of the couch. He took a step back and let his hand slide down your neck, gently wrapping his fingers around the sides of your neck. Your eyes were immediately drawn to his new ink, watching as it danced softly every time he would tighten and loosen the grip against your neck.

His eyes began to cloud with lust, watching the way your jaw became slack and your eyes rolled back every time he’d tighten his grip the slightest bit. A sinister chuckle escaped him as he pulled you away from the couch and wrapped his arm securely around your waist.

“Oh you like that? Is it my hand around your throat or the way the tattoo dances?” He chuckled, leaning down to rub his nose against yours. Your hand came to rest against his crotch, the straining of his already hard cock clueing you in to his enjoyment as well.

“I think you know the answer to that - though I could pose the same question.” You giggled, wrapping your hand as best as you could around his cock. He sucked in a deep breath, the whistling of it though his teeth like music to your ears. He removed his hand from your throat and placed it on the top of your head, applying gentle pressure in a silent request.

You did what was asked and slowly sunk to your knees, looking up at him through your lashes as you rested your knees fully against the hardwood floor. Reaching around with his other hand he cupped your chin in his palm and gently tilted your head until your gaze met his.

“Look how pretty you are, down on your knees like a little obedient good girl. Now how about you do me a favor and suck it.” Danny chuckled, digging the pads of his thumb and index finger into the soft skin of your cheeks. You raised your brow cheekily before reaching up and gently sliding his pants and boxers down just enough to free his cock.

Your lips curled up into a devilish grin and you darted your tongue out between your lips, effectively dampening the skin. Your eyes found his as you wrapped your hand around the base of his shaft and gave it a gentle squeeze. His chest visible rose with the deep breath he pulled in through his nose and he pulled a bit of his bottom lip safely between his teeth.

His reaction was one you craved, the subtlety of his teeth worrying down in his bottom lip, brows furrowed together as he watched you with his fingers burrowed deep in your hair, his nails scratching gently against your scalp was enough to drive you mad. His nostrils flared as he watched you open your mouth, tongue darting out quickly to lick a thick stripe up the underside of his dick. The sharp, whistling intake of breath through his teeth was all the encouragement you needed.

Slowly you wrapped your lips around the tip of his dick, eyes never leaving his jaw slackened slightly and he ran his tongue along his bottom lip. You sunk your head slowly and hollowed your cheeks, taking him as far into your mouth as you could. A huff of breath escaped him as the tip of his dick caressed the back of your throat briefly - pulling back quickly as to not trigger your gag reflex.

You set a slow and steady pace, retracting your cheeks to create the suction he craved and reached up with your free hand to cup his balls causing him to toss his head back. A low chuckle escaped your chest, the vibrations of the noise causing his dick to twitch in your mouth. You knew slow and steady won the race with Danny, pulling him even closer to the edge with every swirl of your tongue over the tip of his dick.

He continued to scrape his nails gently across your scalp, the sensation sending chills down your spine and keeping your attention as you brought him fully into your throat once more. He righted himself, pulling his head back up and his eyes quickly found the newly seared flesh, the dark black of the ink contrasting perfectly with his already tanned skin.

He took a deep breath, muttering soft praises as you as he watched the muscle ripple under his skin causing the ink to dance every time he tightened his grip in your hair. A look of wonder snuck up behind his eyes as he kneaded his hand against your scalp, gently flexing and releasing his grasp as he watched the tattoo move. No wonder you had wanted to see it with his hand around your throat.

He began to twist his arm gently, admiring the art now permanently etched into his skin as his hips began to buck into you involuntarily. You glanced up at him through your lashes, his jaw still fallen slack but his eyes were trained on the way his arm moved, how the lines of the tattoo danced.

A loud moan toppled from Danny’s lips as you brought him over the edge, his orgasm crashing into him unexpectedly and bringing him back to you. He fought against the buckling of his knees, his grip in your hair fully tightened as he held you in place and filled your mouth with his release. His chest heaved as he leaned forward slightly and rested his hand against the back of the couch, steadying his wobbly legs.

“Holy shit, what the fuck.” His eyes were wide as he glanced down at you, loosening his grip in you hair and massaged your scalp gently. You couldn’t help the giggles that slipped past your lips as you pulled away from him and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Who knew you getting a tattoo would turn us both on beyond measure.” You giggled, reaching up to pull his hand from your hair and used it for leverage to pull yourself up to stand. Danny’s breathing began to even as he regained his composure and reached down to pull his pants up.

Your eyes were back on the tattoo, watching it dance as he buttoned his jeans. Lifting his arm up he flexed the muscle - showing off just how cool he thought it was once more. Your fingers danced dangerously close to the sore skin, his eyes snapping to yours and he reached over, enclosing your wrist in his large hand.

“Let’s see how it dances when my hands are all over your body.”

Your eyes grew wide as a sinister smile spread across his lips and he bent at the waist, wrapping his arm under your bottom and lifted you up. Giggles escaped you as he tossed you on the couch, hovering over you and placed soft kisses to your face.

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#danny wagner #danny wagner fluff #danny wagner smut #danny wagner fic #danny wagner fanfiction

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sstormyskyess · 11 months ago

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please i love your single dad soap😭 moresingledadsoapplsthankyougoodbye

uhh i may have gotten carried away but that's okay because i love him too. more single dad!soap enjoy

After that first playdate with Abigail and your nephew, it was fair to say that Abigail absolutely adored you. You ended up getting a call from John a few weeks later and he asked you if you were free to come watch the girls while he attended to some business on base. Obviously, you agreed without a second thought. Abigail had made a good first impression on you just as much as you had for her, so you were happy to help.

To say that she and her little sister were a handful would be a bit of an understatement. They were very well behaved, there was no question of that; it was just that the both of them were very energetic.

Abigail was generally occupied with her doodles, but it wasn’t rare for her to get excited by something and all of a sudden she’s bouncing off the walls. Ashley, on the other hand, had to be some kind of escape artist because no matter what you did, she could manage to get herself into the most random places. Regardless, they were always a treat to take care of.

John always made sure to remind you how grateful he was that you made yourself available for his and his daughters sake. You quickly stopped him from trying to give you monetary compensation, even though he was adamant about it at first. Once you managed to pull him off the idea, he started doing all sorts of nice things to repay you: offering to drive you home from work, getting you little gifts, taking you out for dinner or drinks.

Eventually, he started to invite you over just because. He tried to mask it as the girls wanting to see you, but quite honestly, he was more excited to see you than they were. He wasn’t expecting to have you become such a good friend to him, but your friendship seemed to progress naturally, all on its own.

The two of you would spend time planning excursions for Abigail and Ashley. His favorite outing had to have been the trip to the aquarium; you had taken Abigail to the touch pool full of small sharks since he was too scared to (something that you teased him relentlessly for) and he got to see Ashley be entranced by the colorful tropical fish swimming around on the other side of the glass tank. He relished seeing you and Abigail having such a fun time while he entertained Ashley nearby. He was all smiles the entire day, so much so that his cheeks were practically aching by the time you went your separate ways.

After a few months, you and John were seeing each other at least a few times a week. It was the happiest he’d been in a while, partially because Abigail was coming out of her shell for the first time since her mom was out of the picture. It made his heart swell to see her so cheerful when, for a while, she had an air of gloominess over her head.

When Ashley’s first birthday rolled around, he felt it only right to invite you to the small party he planned. You got to meet more of his family, his mother and father, his sisters, and a few of his friends that he told you were from the squad he worked with. It was both amusing and embarrassing to have people mistake you as a couple, but he would be lying if he said it didn’t make his heart flutter a bit. You made his heart flutter a bit.

When he came home from a small get-together with his mates one day, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of domesticity witnessing the intimate scene that met him when he walked through the door. You, Abigail, and Ashley were all curled up and asleep on the couch together, with you holding Abigail to your side and cradling Ashley to your chest. It was a beautiful sight, the peaceful looks on all of your faces. You shifted a bit in your sleep and leaned into his touch when he pet the top of your head, making him smile softly.

That was when he realized when he was falling, hard and fast. He hadn't felt like that in a couple years, still stuck on his wife, but now? Now he was going through the motions of a boyish little crush again. He wanted to fight it, but he knew himself better than that; he knew that he was a goner.

He just hoped he was able to stop himself from scaring you off. You wouldn't reciprocate the feelings he had for you and it would ruin your friendship.

Or so he thought.

He had no idea that you were silently yearning for him. He had no idea that whenever you were heading to sleep at night, you couldn't get your mind off of him. He didn't know you were cuddling your pillow, imagining it was him. He would've never imagined you were just waiting for his texts or calls, so excited to spend time with him.

It all came to a head one night when an unexpected snowstorm rolled in, draping a blanket of snow overtop the city and polluting the air with wet snowflakes that made the roads slippery. Abigail had been excited since it meant school would be canceled the next day, but you were slightly worried. You knew you wouldn't be able to make it home in this weather, but the thought of staying the night flustered you. Despite the fact that you and John had lost track of time on many occasions and you were with each other late into the night, neither of you had spent the night at the other's house.

You insisted that you didn't want to intrude and would find some other way home, he shut that down immediately. The very moment you suggested the idea, he got deadly serious immediately. You weren't going anywhere, for your safety.

When you realized you weren't going to be leaving, you resigned yourself to sleeping on the couch, but that idea was shut down as well. You would be taking the bed, whether you liked it or not. But you felt so bad for booting him out of his own bed, so eventually he compromised with you and simply joined you in the bed.

The both of you were blushing messes, and you had to turn away from him to hide your flustered expression once the lamps were off and the streetlights were the only light illuminating the room ever so slightly.

You woke up the next day with John wrapped around you, holding you to his chest with his face buried into your shoulder. He was warm, practically a human heater, just like you imagined he would be. His breath brushed against your neck and his palms were flat against your stomach, having somehow found their way under your shirt at some point during the night. His arms were strong, hard muscles crushing you close to him, almost protectively.

You sat there in his arms and felt him breathing evenly behind you, his chest rising and falling against your back, soothing you back to sleep. You had another hour of sleep before you woke up to the bed dipping under some new weight in front of you. You blinked your eyes open to see Abigail hovering above you shaking her dad's shoulder to wake him up.

"Papa! Papa, wake up, come look at the snow!" She squealed, a big bright grin on her face and her dark brown hair messy, probably having just woken up. You smiled at the sight, her excitement contagious. You felt him yawn behind you and he pulled one of his hands out of your shirt to rub the sleep from his eyes. "I'll be up in a minute, sweetheart—" he was about to sit up, but your weight in his arms stopped him from going anywhere. His eyes widened at the sight of your sleepy form looking back at him with your sweet little smile. You couldn't help but chuckle at the way his cheeks turned pink and he went speechless for a few moments before Abigail kept shaking him.

"C'mon, Papa!" She urged him again, snapping him out of his embarrassed stupor. You laid flat on your back after he slipped his arms out from under you and sat up and stared up at him, enraptured by his shirtless, disheveled form. Somehow, all the nervousness you had felt the night before had dissipated, even when your eyes met. He had to have seen the adoration in your eyes or something, since his own softened as soon as they met yours.

The rest of your morning was spent watching Abigail and John playing out in the snow from the porch while you bounced a bundled Ashley on your leg. You didn't notice his fleeting glances the whole day, but he definitely got scolded by Abigail for being distracted when they were making snowmen.

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twisted-king · 7 months ago

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HIHIHI, I was really curious what type of headcanons you could whip up about SilverZul ( maybe doodle the silly ones)

I see u rarepair enjoyer... Not sure if ill doodle for this one BUT if i come up with anything ill tage you <3

anyhow, one with the show!

SilverZul Headcanons

They met during first year in class, Silver was left behind due to his narcolepsy, conviniently in Azul's seat.

Azul politely woke Silver up

Now, Silver has really pretty eyes and i think Azul was a little more awkward during his first year. Resulting in a semi flustured Azul responding to Silver's gratitude.

Over their first year they continued seeing each other more, Azul would often invite Silver to the emerging Monstro Lounge to "test out" different recipies for their table service.

The Tweels are ON that shit btw

While they didn't have much in common, they were quick to bond over their equally determined attitude towards goal attainment.

Azul didn't tell Silver about his midterm scheme... totally to get him next year hahah...

One fateful day, around the end of their first year, the two do their usual routine of walking to Octavinelle together after classes, going towards Azul's office and chatting over tea it happens.

After an indescribable amount of time of doing the same routine just about every other day, Silver falls asleep in front of Azul.

Azul doesnt know what to do!!! He's a little concerned but also..

Silver is SO PRETTY?????

Azul eventually stops gay panicking and quietly sorts through his doctuments to let Silver Sleep.

When Silver wakes up he greets Azul with a smile.

Its so over for Azul.

Silver is a little embarassed, both becayse he fell asleep in front of one of his friends, but also because its his cute mer friend.

Like a week later Silver asks Azul out with the enouragement of Lilia.

Their dates are next level DOMESTIC

A lot of just hanging out and giving one another affection

They hold hands to and from class

They still spend a lot of time together at the lounge

But, sometimes Azul goes over to Diasomnia to watch Silver train

Yes, Malleus grills him older brother style. Yes, it is weirdly intense.

Lilia is a proud dad (he knows how to spot a good boyfie)

I think during GloMasq they danced together (much to Rollo's horror). Silver led, because he definitely has classical dance training stfu.

Silver tries his best to stay awake around Azul, but sometimes you'll find him napping in the strangest of places with a familiar jacket covering his figure...

Or even Azul himself!!!

#twisted wonderland #twistedwonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twst silver #silver vanrouge #azul ashengrotto #twst azul #silverzul #silver x azul

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spicysix · 2 years ago

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bestfriend!steve and reader are working at fv and it’s extremely slow, so they pass the time by playing a cute game of MASH. Reader starts picking names, locations, & pets and when the game’s over, Steve reads back his ending result (example: Steve gets to live in a house with Robin and they own a pet flamingo in the North Pole) but when he says your results it’s like the life he’s always wanted with you. (Example: you’re married to him in a house with six kids in Ohio with a pet dog) I hope this makes sense because at the end he mumbles some shit like “I’ve dreamt of this life with you” and the reader is like “same” and then they have their first kiss or something IDK it’s up to you

(If this doesn’t make sense that’s super embarrassing and forget i said anything LOL)

a/n: that did make sense, babe, don't worry! HOWEVER ksksksk i had no idea what MASH was and even though we have a similar game in brasil, i don't remember how to play it and was too lazy to try and learn MASH. so i changed it to fuck marry kill. hope you don't mind it, hope you like the fic anyway! ♡

warnings: just some cursing and, you know, the general theme of hypothetically fucking or killing people hah. and an absurd use of italics. otherwise, pure fluff

word count: 1.7k

↳ requests are open!

fuck-marry-kill

Tuesdays were slow days. No one stops by to rent out movies at the beginning of the week, movie nights are reserved for the weekend. And even though Monday is the beginning of the week, Family Video doesn’t open until Tuesday, so. Not a lot of incomes and most of them were returns, a five-minute-tops interaction and that was it. Anyway, Tuesdays were slow days.

Tuesday afternoon shifts were with Steve. Your schedules - yours, his, and Robin’s - always intertwined with each others’ because you all have bribed off Keith, threatening to expose him and his growing stock of porn he’d casually borrow from the job and never return. He had no choice but to make your shifts as to have at least two of you, together, most days of the week.

And Tuesdays afternoons, you’d spend with Steve.

He was a little fidgety today, you’ve noticed. Steve’s not a fidgety guy. He’s sturdy, reliable, steady. And not like anyone would’ve noticed Steve’s fidgety behavior, no, not anyone. But you’ve noticed. Because you knew him so well.

You knew Steve was not the best guy at opening up, but he was trying his best after a lecture you, Robin and Dustin had gave him about him having friends, and that he could and should open up to his friends, he wasn’t a burden, he was loved and wanted and blah-blah. You think it did got into his head, slowly. But he was still best at opening up with Robin, because they were two halves of the same soul.

So you didn’t meddle in. If he wanted to open up about his fidgetiness to you, he would. If not, he would probably open up to Robin. That’s okay.

“Kay, I’m done with the rewinding,” he showed up by the counter, where you were so busy doodling in a forgotten receipt. “Work’s done, I think we should be able to leave.”

You snorted, looking at the clock in the wall behind you. It was two forty five PM. You had been there for the insane amount of fifteen minutes.

“I wish,” you answered him, and he jumped up at the counter and sat directly behind your drawing - a DeLorean Time Machine, just like the movie. You guys have had a Back To The Future marathon that weekend.

“Looks good,” he complimented, and you hummed in appreciation, finishing off the last details, uncurling your spine and handing Steve the doodle before jumping to sit beside him.

Who cares if you were standing with your backs to the door? The store had a bell for that reason.

Steve carefully folded the doodle and placed it on his back pocket, like he’d do with every drawing you gave him. You gave him every drawing precisely for the fact that he kept them all - you saw them, once, when you drank too much and passed out in his couch after a get together. You woke up in his bed, all your drawings glued to the wall beside some Polaroids of your friends and the children you babysat - barely children anymore, but whatever.

You didn’t mention them once you went down the stairs and found him, Robin and Eddie in a huge hangover in the kitchen. But you could tell he understood the fondness in your eyes.

“We should play a game,” he said, after a few minutes of silence. He always did that, you were just waiting for the suggestion to come.

“Which one this time?”

“How ‘bout, Fuck, Marry, Kill?” you sneaked a sideways glance at him, not missing the smirk on his lips.

“Feeling naughty, Stevie?”

“Shut up,” he snickered. “Okay, you first since I came up with the idea. Michael J. Fox, Tom Cruise, Jude Law. Go.”

“You came up with that way too fast,” you joked, and he shrugged, not looking at all embarrassed. “Okay, I’d fuck Jude Law, I mean, have you seen him? Michael J. is the marriage kind, so dreamy! And I’d kill Tom Cruise, I’m not into military propaganda.”

“Valid,” he answered, laughing a little bit. “You also came up with those answers way too fast.”

“What can I say, I’m a made-up-mind kinda gal. Okay, your turn: Molly Ringwald, Carrie Fisher, Jennifer Grey.”

“That’s a hard one,” you nodded in agreement. “Uh… Fuck Jennifer, she probably has the nice flexibility thing to her body. Marry Carrie, she’s the nicest one ever. I’d have to kill Molly. Sorry, Molly. She reminds me of Carol too much, so I don’t actually feel that bad. Not into the preppy girl type anymore.”

You both laughed and continued the game for a few more rounds. You had to chose between names such as Van Halen, Bowie, Sting, John Taylor, Keanu and Ralph Macchio; and made Steve chose between Stevie Nicks, Joan Jett, Geena Davis, Kate Bush, Olivia Newton-John and some others.

It was fun. Steve Harrington was a fun guy. He’d always come up with ways for you to spend time and make it pass by faster in your Tuesday shifts, and you were always thankful for that.

“Okay, I’m going nuts now,” he announced after a quiet time. “How about… fuck, marry, kill: me, Eddie and Jonathan?”

Your eyes almost poppet out of their sockets.

“Stephen! I can’t answer that, ew, no!” you screamed, and he laughed at your antics as you got out of the counter.

“Why not, C’mon, don’t be a coward!”

“I’m not being a coward, but you’re all my friends, I can’t choose! Even less in front of you!” you were only 50% freaking out, the other 50 was finding the whole thing kinda funny.

But you really couldn’t answer that. Oh, no, that would turn the conversation into a completely awkward one.

“Oh, so if it was Robin or Nancy asking, you would’ve answered?” he accused, in a knowing tone, smirk playing at his lips. Bastard.

“Well, yeah, maybe okay? Don’t look at me like that!” you pointed a finger at him and he put both his hands up as if in surrender. “It’s just, it’s a basic sleepover play, yeah?! We’ve all been there.”

“So you’ve played this already at a sleepover, is that what I’m hearing?” he cackled. “Did you answer then?”

“Doesn’t matter, Harrington, if I answered it then, ‘cause I’m not answering it now!” with crossed arms, and fighting not to let a smile out, you stood your ground.

“Okay, you’re a coward. Okay,” he also jumped off the counter, and leaned into it, hands on his hips - his usual mom stance. “Okay. I’ll go then! Between the three of you-”

“STEVE! I don’t wanna know!” you all but yelled, you should leave, really, afraid his answer would actually harm you, but you couldn’t because you also wanted to know.

“I DON’T CARE!” he yelled back, laughing. “I’d kill Robin, obviously, I can’t pick any other choice, I’d fuck Nancy-”

There it was.

“Ugh, you’ve already fucked her multiple times, it doesn’t count,” you murmured, rolling your eyes, suddenly all the humor in you evaporating.

“Woman, listen to me, I’d marry you!” he came closer, his hands in your arms in a firm but soft touch. You almost didn’t notice, but he was shaking, just a little bit. “I would marry you.”

Suddenly, he wasn’t joking anymore. I mean, yeah, there was still a gleam of humor in his eyes, but there was also… honesty. He was being painfully honest.

Your arms uncrossed all by themselves, standing loose on your sides, your eyes wide and your mouth dry.

“What are you saying?” you asked, teary-eyed, afraid you were misunderstanding.

“I’m saying I would marry you, because I know you, and I wanna get to know you even more, because I l-like you, and I wanna grow that feeling, because I can see a future with you by my side and I’m sorry if that’s way too forward, but I wanna be honest here, and I’m sorry that was the only way I could come up with, with something to break the ice first, but. That’s what I’m saying.”

His cheeks were flushed, and you connected the dots between his love marks with your eyes, and you connected the words he said to the way he was looking at you, all tenderness, as if you hung the moon all the way up in the sky, and he was beaming - beaming like the fucking ray of sunshine you knew he was, and Steve. Liked you.

He liked you.

Feeling like walls were tumbling down inside of your chest, you couldn’t help but throw yourself into him, hugging him tightly by the waist and he wasted no time before tangling his fingers in your hair and kissing your forehead with the gentlest of touches.

“I like you too, Stevie. Didn’t ever wanna say it, afraid you wouldn’t say it back. But you light up my Tuesdays. And all my days,” you were saying it pressed to his Family Video vest, the smell of laundry softener and expensive cologne and hairspray and the smell of Steve invading your senses. “Thank you for being braver than me and saying it first. I don’t wanna be nowhere else but beside you.”

You could swear you heard him sob, but you closed your eyes before you could check it, giving space between you, just enough space so you could cradle his face in your hands and kiss him. He tasted faintly of strawberry, and you knew he used just a little bit of ChapStick every morning to keep his lips moisturized - and, goddammit, it worked. He had soft, velvety lips that wrapped around yours gently, savoring the kiss as if he was savoring the most delicious of meals. His hands now in your hips, holding tightly, not willing to let you move, to let you go. He shouldn’t worry about that. You weren't planning on going anywhere.

You kissed for what felt like ages, making up for the lost time, for all the time you had been his, he had been yours, and you both had no idea about it. You only split up when a car seemed to stop outside - you remembered a Xanadu tape, scheduled for return that day. You caressed his cheek and opened your eyes, foreheads touching, catching your breath, and he was looking at you with so much adoration in his eyes you could’ve sworn you were melting.

“Who would you fuck, after all?” he asked, probably understanding the implied answer that you would marry him too. You chuckled, giving it a thought.

“Hm. Jonathan.”

“WHAT?!” he was scandalized, you laughed even harder. “No, no, Jonathan is a marriage guy, okay, you have to fuck Eddie!”

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wambsgansshoelaces · 11 months ago

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Live A Little

Tabitha Hayes x fem!Reader

Oneshot

Summary: life is short. might as well live it.

inspired by this ask from lovely anon! there isn’t exactly a plot, I just made it fluffy. enjoy and let me know what you think x

Word Count: 2.549k

If anything, your life was boring. Nothing exciting ever happened to you, and if you were being honest, you were becoming borderline depressed from the lack of interaction in your day to day life. The lines between boredom and excruciating loneliness were staring to blur.

Today, you find yourself sitting in a café. You liked to do work in this shop in particular, the environment light and airy. When you felt yourself beginning to be unable to bear the now perennial suffocation of your worsening depression, you came here, and it all disappeared for an all-too-short while. You liked leaving small doodles and thank you notes on napkins for the overworked baristas. You knew what it was like to need a little relief. You were happy to provide it.

You’re absentmindedly stirring a spoon around in your cup when she sits down across from you. She’s gorgeous, you think. Her hair sits just above her shoulders in beautiful little curls, her eyes twinkling with something you can’t place.

“Hi,” she says, holding eye contact.

“Hi,” you say back carefully.

“I know this is weird,” she tells you, “but I’m trying to branch out more in life. I’m trying not to miss anything special. And you look like fun.” She extends her hand out to you. “I’m Tabitha.”

You quietly murmur your own name back. “Do you do this often? Whatever… this is?”

She shrugs. “Just trying to live a little.”

“What brought you here?” You push the pastry you got with your coffee towards her, and she gives you a small, dazzling smile. Your deadened insides come back to life, as if she was breathing your soul back into you.

She takes a small bite, thinking about her next words. “Needed a breather from my jackass boyfriend.”

As quickly as your spirits hit a record high, they come crashing back down. “Oh?”

“I dunno. He’s… he’s weird, but in a good way, but sometimes not?” She takes another bite. “Just, lately, he’s getting in my nerves. Leaving clothes around the apartment, not spending that much time with me. It’s whatever, though. Que sera sera, eh?”

You take a sip of your coffee. “You’re certainly handling it better than I would.”

She shrugs. “Life’s short. I shouldn’t be wasting my time on tiny things.”

“You don’t think loving someone is serious?” You don’t break her gaze.

She chews on her bottom lip. “I mean, I do. I kind of just… don’t think our relationship is like that.”

You purse your lips. “Sounds like you’re both just fucking around. Pardon my French,” you add lamely.

“Enough about me. What do you do for work?” she asks, changing the subject. You decide not to press her- you’d just met, after all.

You tell her, and she asks questions, genuinely interested. You’re happy to have someone to talk to after such a long time of radio silence.

“I think I do what I do just because I love it so much,” you tell her truthfully. “Even though everything else is shitty, I’m doing what I’m passionate about, so how can I really complain?”

“That’s… really respectable.” She’s finished the pastry, brushing the crumbs from her soft, pink tinged lips. “I could learn a thing or two from you.”

You finish your coffee, an awkward silence lingering.

“Could I get your number? I think we’d be good friends,” she murmurs, soft smile gracing her face. You slide her your phone, and she types in her number. “I’ll text you,” she says, grinning.

You look down at the new contact saved.

tabs <3 ੈ✩‧₊˚

Tabitha texts you the next morning, asking if you can hang out. It starts a chain reaction, the two of you becoming inseparable over the next few weeks.

You go out to eat, out for more coffee, and even to a museum. You’d walked around arm in arm, making fun of the modern ‘art’ on display, gaping at the Renaissance exhibit, giggling with each other at a family of ducks passing by outside.

You get closer as the months leak away from you, and that tingling you’d felt in your chest when you’d first met morphed into a raging tightening of anxiety and awe every time you saw her. Despite the color she brought to your grayscale world, deep down, you knew nothing would happen. For one, you didn’t know if she was even into girls, and two, she had an entire boyfriend to worry about.

As you both got closer, you learned more of her relationship with Roman. You’re both lying on her couch as she complains.

“I feel like he doesn’t take anything seriously,” she tells you. “Like… I’m just in a relationship with him for his own entertainment.”

“Being completely honest, Tabs?” You look over at her.

“Hmm?”

“I think you’re in the relationship for the same reason.”

You both just stare at each other for a moment. You know you’re right. She was only with him because he could entertain her- you can tell clearly from the way she talks about and acts around him.

“What, because I think he’s fun?”

“Tabitha,” you chide. “You shouldn’t be in a relationship just to ‘have fun’. Besides , you think *being with him is fun, not his actual personality. Don’t you think life’s be better when you’re loving someone?”

Her eyes never leave yours. “What do you mean?”

��Love is what makes the world go round, isn’t it?”

“Cheesy.”

“Whatever. But you get the point. Life’s better when you’re in love.”

“Have you been in love before?” she asks, shifting so that she’s leaning in towards you.

You take a moment to think. “Yes, but no. It only ever counts if it’s reciprocated, right?”

“But you’ve loved someone before?”

“Plenty of times.”

“And? Is it worth it? Does it make life worth living?”

You sigh. “I wish it’d gone well enough for me to tell you. But based off what I see, what I hope to feel,” you say quietly, “it’s worth everything.”

“How do you know? If you’re in love, I mean?”

“As cliche as it is, you just know.” You lean back into the couch. “And I’m sure you don’t have it with Roman.”

She snorts. “Oh, come on. We’re both perfectly happy together.”

You make a face at her. “But are you? Even if you are, that doesn’t mean you love each other. Whenever you talk about him, Your face is just… the same. He also never does anything for you. Where are the flowers, the romantic dates? Hell, you don’t even fuck, let alone ‘make love’.”

Tabitha’s face sours. “Why so critical? I’m happy, so what’s it matter?”

“I’m just saying you deserve more.”

“I didn’t ask for your opinion,” she says hotly.

“God, Tabitha. I was just saying.”

She gets up from the couch, leaving you all by yourself. ੈ✩‧₊˚

After your disagreement, she doesn’t speak to you for a while. You text, you call, nothing. You’re not sure why she’s upset with you. You don’t think you said anything out of line. Regardless, it stings more than it should when she stops speaking with you. It’s like a piece of your heart was ripped out of your chest, your feelings needlessly hurt.

You decide to leave her be. You don’t want to push her even farther away.

The next few days, you don’t hear a thing from her. You don’t bother reaching out anymore. You’ve already tried.

To your dismay, you can’t get her off your mind. Anything pretty reminds you of her. There’s a stray cardigan of hers strewn on your couch. She hasn’t bothered to come back and pick it up.

You’re lounging on the couch, watching TV when a banging sounds from your front door. Begrudgingly, you open it, finding Tabitha on the other side.

“I broke up with him,” is the first thing she says to you.

You pause. “I didn’t mean to ruin your relationship,” you say back, voice quiet. “I should’ve kept quiet, I-”

“No,” she insists. “I overreacted. I overreacted because you were right. He gave me nothing. The entire relationship was meaningless.”

You stay silent for another moment. “What brought this on?”

“Like I said,” she begins, “you were right. Life’s better when you love. I didn’t love him, I didn’t even want to love him.” You both just stand there, staring at each other. “It’s really horrible, but ever since I saw you sitting in that cafe, I’ve wanted to love you.”

You can’t bring yourself to say anything.

“The entire period I was with him, after you. I… couldn’t get you off of my mind. You’re so… you just make me feel things. Things I haven’t felt before. Things I definitely didn’t feel with Roman. Fuck, I don’t know what I’m saying. You’re just so pretty and so much fun and I want to learn to love you.”

You step forward and press a gentle kiss to her lips. After a moment, she takes your face in her hands, kissing you with a new fervor and pushing you back into your apartment. ੈ✩‧₊˚

You watch as Tabitha raises a flute of champagne to her reddened lips, her delicate throat constricting lightly when she swallows.

She’d brought you to a work gala as your date. You couldn’t stave off the electric feeling whenever her eyes rake over your body.

She raises the flute at you in a mock cheers. “Something in my teeth?” she asks cheekily.

“No. You look perfect,” you answer truthfully. She raises her eyebrows at you and takes another sip.

“Do I really?”

“You’re gorgeous, Tab. As always.”

She shifts so that her hip is touching yours as she peers out at the crowd, smirking. “You should say more nice things.”

“Tabitha, you’re the prettiest fucking woman I’ve ever seen.”

“You flatter me.” She kisses you gently, her lips lingering before she pulls away. “I should be flattering you.”

Your arm snakes around her waist, your hand settling on her bare hip. You pull her flush against you, and her hand comes to sit on the side of your neck, holding her to you. Her dress is skintight, the back completely cut out, leaving part of her hips exposed. The deep emerald of her dress brings out her eyes, makes her skin glow. She’s a fucking vision, and you make sure to tell her every time you can. But that doesn’t mean you don’t want the pretty words, too.

“Go ahead, then.” You smile at her. “Flatter me.”

You both walk, ignoring the invasive stares other guests give you. “Well,” she begins, trailing off to think. “Your ass is perfect. The way your hips fill out your dress is fucking perfect. Every single curve makes me want to drool… Shall I go on?” she asks dramatically.

“Please do.” Your hand leaves her hip, instead reaching for hers. She happily laces your fingers together.

“Your face is straight out of one of my dreams. You’re a dreamboat, baby, you hear?”

You laugh, in turn making her laugh.

The two of you spend the rest of the night giggling at the ridiculous attire of people who have way too much fucking money. ੈ✩‧₊˚

You’re back at the cafe where you first met, staring at each other with stupid grins pasted on your faces. You both know why Tabitha invited you back here. But neither of you felt like ruining the moment.

“So,” she starts, unable to suppress her grin. “I want us to be exclusive.”

“I’m being promoted from fuck buddy!”

She laughs, burying her face in her hands. “Stop! I’m serious!”

You don’t take your eyes off of her, affection evident in your gaze. “Say the actual words, Tabby.”

“I want to be your girlfriend. Will you be my girlfriend? Be my girlfriend.”

You lean across the table, giving her a kiss on the lips. “‘Course I will.”

“I got you something,” she tells you giddily, rooting around in her purse. She takes out a small paper packet and slides it across the table to you. You take it, sliding out a small brass house key.

You’re unable to contain your smile the next time you glance up at her.

The entire walk back to her apartment, you grip each other's hands, moving quickly. She throws her front door open, dragging you inside. The second you’re inside her bedroom, your hands are at her hips, hers cupping your jaw, and you’re pushing her down into her- now your -bed.

You kiss up her neck, savoring every sound that falls from her lips. Every whimper, every moan, you memorize.

The next morning, she’s curled up against you, her head buried in the crook of her neck. Her breath fans across your skin, warm and soft. Her hair is splayed out behind her, and when you wake up, you think that it looks just as good as it did when you fell asleep. You press a soft kiss to her hairline, trying not to wake her up.

Subconsciously, she tightens her grip on you. Your hand smoothes up her spine, your fingers going to stroke at the nape of her neck. She shivers at your touch, making a quiet, contented noise.

You have no idea how you got here. It feels like the two of you had just met, and she had just been complaining about her shitty boyfriend and her shitty relationship, and you were yearning for something you thought you never could have. And yet here she was, in the end, wrapped in your arms.

You feel her lips brush against your neck. “Good morning, baby.”

“Hi, Tabby.” You kiss her forehead, smiling softly to yourself.

“This is probably way too early,” she says groggily, “but I’ve known you for ages, and I fuckin’ love you.”

You are so excited for the rest of your life. ੈ✩‧₊˚

When the day finally comes, you’re doing your best not to cry your makeup off. Your veil runs down your back and onto the floor, and your dress could not have been more perfect.

You control your breathing, smoothing out the fabric of your dress. You smile at yourself in the mirror, tearing up. You made it. You finally fucking made it.

When you see Tabitha, it takes all your will to not break down into happy sobs. She’s tearing up, lips quivering, eyes watering. Her veil is fashionably short, her dress clinging to her hips and bust, cascading into a long train, the fabric pooling on the polished marble.

You reach out to her, and her hand is immediately clasped in yours. You both squeal at each other, feeling like you’ve died and gone to heaven.

“Look at you,” Tabitha coos, encouraging you to give her a little spin. “So fucking gorgeous.”

“Anything for you, Tabs,” you murmur quietly. Your hands slide down her corset, thumbs stroking her sides affectionately. “So pretty. So, so pretty. I love you so much.”

She grins at you, her lips perfectly painted, full and plump. She fixes a stray strand of your hair, her gaze saturated with nothing but pure adoration.

You’ve never felt more elated than the moment when she slips that perfect fucking ring onto your finger, both of you crying, both of you so madly in love.

#tabitha hayes #tabitha hayes x reader #tabitha hayes x you #tabitha hayes x fem!reader #succession #succession hbo #succession fic #wambsgansshoelaces #succession x reader #anon ask #fluff #succession fluff #wlw #tabitha hayes oneshot

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languajix · 6 months ago

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Ello!

I would love to respond to your answer of my ask but I don’t know anything about who your characters are or what they look like… would be able to explain a bit? It’s fine if not!

Hello! Absolutely! Thank you for asking. I'm so excited you want to respond to that :D

I don't make art myself, but a friend of mine drew a doodle of Uncle Mike and his nibbles (nephews) here! I also have a general tag for the art people have made which includes a little more of the kids.

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My characters sitting out by the fire are:

Mike - a 27-year-old 2k3 Michelangelo. His mask goes over his head rather than across his eyes, and at the camp he is currently wearing blue beads in his mask, his mask tails are dyed red, and he is wearing purple nail polish. He has lost his left arm up past the elbow.

He's goofy and determined to be the fun uncle. Chatty, likes pop culture references. Pretty much always grinning. He doesn't like being the responsible one, but if he's the only adult in the room, he will be. Currently trying to set a good example for his nephews.

For actual refs for your mental theatre, here's a pic of him at 15, next to a (future) pic of him at 45 (...kind of, it's complicated.). He's a little more than 1/3 of the way to the future pic.

Then there are his nephews (his brother Don is sort of an adoptive parent to them.) They are the Rise turtles, only a couple of weeks mutated. Mike calls them his 'nibbles' affectionately because they are his 'nephews/niblings' and tiny, 'the perfect size for a little nibble'.

El (Raphael) - Roughly mentally two. Not ready to talk yet, but knows some baby sign - "Yes," "No," "Drink," "Eat," "I love you," and signs they've picked for each of his brothers, to start. Can identify colors and follow simple instructions. The only sounds he currently makes are turtle noises and a little huffing sort of laugh. A total and utter sweetheart. (But he can and will throw an incredible tantrum in the right situation.)

Lee (Leonardo) - One-ish, still very small. Very mobile, likes to crawl/climb on everything, chirps a lot. Likes stimulation! Noise, motion, interaction.

Dee (Donatello) - One-ish, same size as Lee. Does not like to be touched without a lot of warning. Doesn't like loud noises, weird smells, wrong textures... Will let you know if he's not happy by hissing, or worse, biting, and stubborn enough not to let go for a long time. Tends to stare at stuff pretty intently when he's curious or focused on learning.

Angie (Michelangelo) - Tiny baby. Spends most of his time sleeping, staring up at things, occasionally patting someone to comfort them... he likes watching the fire.

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For thoroughness's sake, the kids and Mike first meet in this fic here, but I do not expect you to read any of that! The info up top should be more than enough. Please let me know if you have questions, though :D

#banana-pancake5 #asks #hem event tag

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mustainegf · 7 months ago

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— Masterpost

— Chapter 7

Sitting in class, I found myself absentmindedly doodling on a stray sheet of paper, my mind wandering back to the events of the past days. It's been a week since she cried on the beach.

Mom was letting me go out, but not without a tense look after I begged.

I had been spending time with Felicity almost daily, except for the days she had dialysis.

I noticed a pattern. After her dialysis, she would be radiant, her eyes sparkling with life, her laughter infectious, and her energy boundless.

But as the days passed, I could see her gradually losing that spark. She seemed more tired, her smiles less frequent, and her enthusiasm waning. It broke my heart.

But then, she got dialysis again and the process would repeat all over again.

Lost in my thoughts, I continued to sketch. I hoped and prayed that Felicity would get better.

As much as I hated using the word “pray,” especially considering my moms close knit relationship with it, I would do anything for her to heal. Even if that meant praying.

As the teacher droned on, my attention drifted further away from the front of the classroom. The end of class was nearing, and I figured it didn’t really matter if I missed a few details here and there. That was until a particular word caught my ear.

"dance."

My gaze snapped to the front, focusing intently on the teacher as she announced an upcoming school dance to celebrate the end of the school year in just two weeks. A flurry of emotions smacked me in the face, and for a moment, my mind raced.

The thought of the dance brought Felicity to mind almost instantly. I remembered her mentioning her brother going to prom, and how she wished she could experience something similar.

As the teacher continued to discuss the details of the dance, I found myself lost in thought once again.

Should I ask Felicity to the dance?

Would she even be able to go?

What if she couldn’t because of her dialysis?

What if she didn’t even want to go?

Despite the questions in my mind, I wanted to make her feel special, to give her a night she would remember.

The bell signaling the end of class finally rang, snapping me out of my reverie.

As I gathered my things and headed out of the classroom, my thoughts remained on Felicity and this dance.

As I walked through the bustling hallways, I realized I had never actually asked a girl to a dance before. In the past, I had either gone to hang out with friends or found an excuse to skip it altogether. The idea of formally asking someone to be my date was foreign to me.

The thought of asking Felicity made my heart race a little faster. It was hard not to develop feelings for someone like her.

Did I have a crush on her?

The question caught me off guard, and I found myself stressed. Each memory brought a smile to my face, and I couldn’t deny the warmth that spread through me whenever I thought of her.

The idea of having a crush on Felicity felt both exciting and terrifying.

I guess friends don’t daydream about kissing each other.

Something I’d been doing a lot recently.

What if she thought I was only interested in her as a friend? Or worse, what if she didn’t feel the same way?

The idea of the dance consumed my thoughts as I sat in my next class, the teacher's voice fading into the background as I daydreamed about what that evening could look like.

I had never been to a dance with a girl before, and the uncertainty of it all left me nervous.

What did couples even do at dances?

The image of slow dancing with Felicity came to mind, her in the most beautiful dress, her eyes shining with happiness.

The mere thought made my palms feel hot, a flush creeping up my cheeks.

The idea of holding her in my arms, feeling the warmth of her body against mine. I imagined the way her hair would fall around her face, the softness of her lips, and the sparkle in her eyes as she looked up at me.

I was getting ahead of myself.

The rest of my day at school was a blur, my mind consumed by thoughts of this dance and the possibility of going with Felicity. The halls echoed with chatter and laughter, but I barely registered any of it, lost in my own world of daydreams and what-ifs.

With each passing hour, my excitement grew, imagining the joy and happiness Felicity would feel at being a part of something as special as a school dance.

I could picture her face lighting up with delight, her eyes glimmering. The thought of being able to share such a memorable experience with her filled me with warmth and a sense of purpose.

As the final bell rang and students poured out of the school, I found myself walking home in a daze, consumed in my thoughts.

The way she would look in a dress, I couldn’t even come up with a word to describe how beautiful she would look.

It's been 3 days, and still no sign of Felicity. The days without her felt longer, like they were stretching into endless hours of waiting and wondering. Each time I walked down to the lake, my eyes scanned the familiar spots where we usually met, but she wasn't there.

The silence of the empty shore only taunts me, making a mockery of my solitude.

I tried to convince myself that she was simply resting, recovering from her treatment. But the nagging worry in the back of my mind refused to be silenced. What if something had gone wrong? What if she was in pain or facing complications? The thought twisted my stomach into knots, I worried about her like this a lot.

Every day, I found myself missing her more than I had ever thought possible. She had become such an integral part of my life, and her absence left a void that nothing else could fill.

Was she thinking about me too? Did she miss our time by the lake as much as I did?

I had been looking forward to asking Felicity to be my date, imagining how her face would light up with surprise and joy.

Now, with her nowhere to be found, my plans felt like distant dreams, fading with each passing day.

I found myself wishing for a sign, a message, anything that would reassure me that she was okay.

As the days dragged on, I tried to stay positive, reminding myself of how much of a fighter she was. She had faced so much already, and I had to believe that she would overcome whatever challenges she was currently facing.

I was lost in my thoughts, staring blankly out the window, when my mother's voice suddenly broke through the fog of my emotions.

"How is your friend doing?" she asked slowly.

Her question caught me off guard, pulling me back to reality with a jolt. I blinked, trying to refocus, as I turned to face her.

"She's... she's okay," I replied hesitantly, my voice barely above a whisper.

It was a simple question, but it felt odd coming from Mom.

"I hope she's doing well, and I expect that you’ve been praying for her," my mother added softly.

There it was.

"Thanks, Mom," I replied, offering her a weak smile, trying to ignore her mention of prayer.

I found myself checking the clock more often than usual as the day wore on, each tick reminding me of the possibility that Felicity might be at the lake later.

I knew her dialysis schedule by heart now, and yesterday was one of her treatment days.

The thought gave me a glimmer of hope that she might be feeling well enough to come out today.

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wistoyo · 7 months ago

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Hi i just saw your t4t gumbeat art and i love it,, you are so correct, do you have any hcs about these two? I'd love to hear it

I love u have some art and then I also just spat out some stuff. these are more low effort than I wanted but here u go. loving doodle and early high school babies

gum & tab were childhood acquaintances - tab being the sole son to a working class father with anger issues and the pair grew closer in late middle school after gum began exploring her gender identity. growing out her hair, bleaching it to all hell. the pair of them formally ran away when gum was 16 and tab was 15, spending their first formative year in tokyo-to with light tagging and scouting bases.

by the time beat ran away from home due to similar parental issues w gum, they had solidified a smaller spot in gangs in tokyo-to. for the first few weeks of beat sleeping on the streets and struggling to find his place, gum hears about his existence and things take a turn from there !!

gum & beat find a lot of solace in meeting another trans person. the two form a pretty amicable relationship but don’t actually start “dating” until they’re around 18 because they just never cared abt labels

- beat is incredibly reckless and stuck in the phase in thinking him getting injured only truly hurts him - he’s the rough and tumble type and gum has gotten onto him multiple times about it. dude hates wearing protective gear and likes getting way too close to cops just to prove his point

- gum and beat have matching trans stick and pokes from when they turned 18. they just pretty consistently body mod each other for gender purposes

- they both start basically black market hormone therapy almost immediately after meeting each other. gum typically helps him inject just because it’s one of their favorite bonding activities

#mwah. mwah mwah #jsr #beat jsr #gum jsr #gumbeat #jet set radio #jet set radio future #jsrf #peelar.art

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nights-at-crystarium · 2 years ago

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Fragments - episodes 12-14 author notes

Hi hello and welcome to yet another ramble about Fragments C: I’m doing these regularly because there’s so much I wanna say about my idiots, and I like looking back and appreciating the work I’ve done.

You can find similar breakdown posts on older episodes in my pinned!

I haven’t commented on any of the ShB episodes yet, so here we go. Chapter 2 is estimated to last for over a year real-time, it correlates to the msq events up to Amity. The name honestly I’m not too proud of, I didn’t wanna spend too much brain juice on it :’> But the cover.....

Obligatory ShB spoiler warning!

- Investigating each other. They’ve become completely new people since ARR.

- Despite what he thinks of himself, our lord and savior Crystal Exarch has the ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ grandeur ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆.

- Vivi’s self-image is similar, he doesn’t see himself as anything grand no it’s not a height joke but Exarch rapidly grows in his eyes as he learns about him.

- He sports an outfit I once doodled and found cute, I’m just being cheeky about his newfound obsession.

- He also appears fragile to Exarch, who’s literally seen a world where he died being this young. Exarch wants to protect him, to say the least.

- Vivi’s perceived helplessness and lack of agency in ShB, although it’s nothing he hasn’t already been through in his other WoL misadventures.

- The Light, of course the wicked white surrounding them.

Episode 12 I’m proud of writing-wise, but not art-wise. Turns out the Ocular is a bigger bitch to draw/paint than I’d anticipated, and, although I’ve mostly figured it out by now (having just released episode 16 for patrons), the colors and light in the episode 12 will forever stick out like a sore thumb to me, probably until I find the time to redraw it. Same goes for the Scions, learning to draw a whole bunch of new characters over a week (roughly, an episode takes 7~14 days to complete), well, I should’ve taken a bigger break and practiced some more.

I’d even apply the ugly word “crunch” to this episode. But ah, the best page wasn’t crunched, hell started breaking loose a bit later. Yeah I don’t work in order, usually I do the most important frames first.

A bit of a sidetrack: even though I sometimes find myself wanting for more time between episodes, I don’t think I can afford making the releases even more sparse, current 2-week cycle ensures that this story WILL reach its finale in some distant 2028 if not later, I’m not kidding, it might take even longer and I’ve only been working on the script for a year. The broad strokes are complete, but I indulge in adding more sweet nonsense here and there. Or sometimes a raw af dialogue pops up in my head and MUST be included in some chapter. In other words, help, this behemoth keeps growing.

Personally I’m loyal to my fandoms, and not in a rush to finish the comic, but my mmo experience bangs on that nothing lasts forever: I don’t know where the xiv community would be in 5+ years from now, and I need A LOT of people supporting me, allowing me to work on this full time. So I’d rather keep a steady pace while it’s still possible.

As I get more xp in painting backgrounds and learn all the ShB character designs, it should become easier for me. Currently I’m fumbling through a new field, so please bear with me :’D

Back to the main topic: I came up with and scrapped at least 2 ideas of the transition between ARR and ShB, the timeskip was always planned, but Vivi needed some more introduction still. Current iteration of Exarch “interviewing” the Scions seems the most fun and creative to me.

Also, tea parties with Urianger and Feo Ul :> They’re his only two friends in my hc, Urianger he purposely revealed himself to, and Feo Ul, merely being a soul in a sparkly shell, can see Exarch’s soul as well, hoods are useless. All while they’re somewhat reliable, truly the paragon of pixies who wouldn’t randomly spill his secrets (probably).

Vivi’s a mirror. Every single one of us is, to some degree. We react and adapt to the way the others treat us, and so does Vivi. Unintentionally, of course. It’s a natural “passive trait”. All the Scions except Urianger (for the same reason he managed to trick the pixies, he’s just a special smartass) see their reflections in Vivi, direct or warped.

Y’shtola is basically this:

Can’t promise equal amounts of screentime for all the Scions, but the twins and Thancred are the closest to Vivi, you’ll definitely see more of them.

He’s 26 now, which is still rather young by the elezen standards, and he’s way too tired (tm) probably like most WoLs at this point in time.

Maybe not of life itself, but he’s definitely sick of the Source and all its inhabitants. For all he cares, this place can go to hells.

His state just so happens to be perfect for the isekai love story that awaits him. How did he get there? I know, you’ll have to stick around until I deem it appropriate to drop some flashback episodes. I’m leery of loredumping too early on: firstly, you current readers will get more invested over time, therefore have more fun learning about him at a later point; secondly, I’m personally not a fan of tragic backstories right in yo face, before the main story gets a chance to breathe. And, mind you, Vivi’s past isn’t even THAT tragic, just, well.. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes \o/

In this episode I wanted to show his practical approach to things. He may possess an Echo, Blessing, soul stone and whatnot else, but gotta stick a good ol’ dagger in a boot just in case. He’s a doubter, just a tiny bit paranoid.

Also he has The Chair (tm) where he dumps clothes on. His room in the Rising Stones looks vague for now because we indeed don’t return there for years in real time, I don’t need to spend my energy on designing this room in detail just yet.

Most items don’t hold any special meaning, he simply prepares for a journey into the unknown. Well, there’s the journal he dumps his cringy thoughts in, and doodles sometimes. The trinket he holds here is a Princess Ai easter egg:

I talked about Vivi’s character influences and inspirations here if you haven’t seen yet C:

Exarch’s glorious meltdown does a good job averting eyes from Feo Ul being right there in the beginning of the episode 14, but yeah they’re present not for no reason :>

Mentally he’s still in the msq cutscene.

Gotta mention that there’s no amnesia, insanity, or other sad brain fuckery ever in this comic. Vivi’s head’s made of dense and sturdy stuff x’D

Just a meme I made because I had to :>

There isn’t much Deep Meaning in this episode, the visuals speak for themselves, and I’m DAMN PROUD of them.

We don’t see Exarch in this moment ingame, so I took my creative liberty to illustrate the range of emotions he goes through in like 5 minutes before finally rushing out to meet his hero in person, forgetting that he can teleport at will (yet another hc of mine) anywhere in the Tower’s vicinity, and doing so on foot.

That’s it for now, thank you for reading this and enjoying Fragments C:

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