#late night doodle from like a week ago

[glittergoats]

there is no finale, and there is nothing beneath the mask

[satorusdiary]

bkg headcannons ❤︎︎

Katsuki Bakugou who is harsh with you when you first meet. But once he notices how you don’t push him away, he starts warming up to you more.

Katsuki Bakugou who doesn’t consider you as an extra, instead he considers you has a close friend with a lot of potential for themselves and their future.

Katsuki Bakugou who pays for your food, or brings you home made food he prepared before he left home.

Katsuki Bakugou who secretly blushes and clenches his jaw when you make a silly joke, he shoves you off acting like he’s annoyed. In reality, he is hoping you make more jokes to lighten up his day.

Katsuki Bakugou who welcomes you with open arms when you come to his house late at night, complaining how you were lonely and had a nightmare. He doesn’t a notice how much his heart is beating until he falls asleep with you cuddled against him like a koala.

Katsuki Bakugou who cries in your arms after getting kidnapped, and blaming himself for being the reason for Allmights failure.

Katsuki Bakugou who kisses you on the forehead, and on your nose after you comfort him, noticing your teary eyes after watching him break down.

Katsuki Bakugou who helps you move into your dorm room.

Katsuki Bakugou who confesses to you first. It happened during valentine’s day when you gave him homemade chocolate covered strawberry’s, with small doodles of his hero costume.

Katsuki Bakugou who keeps your relationship a secret for a few weeks, but then gets caught when his classmates see him kissing you on your lips on the couch. You both had thought everyone was gone and made their own plans.

Katsuki Bakugou who threatens anyone who tries to interfere with his relationship.

Katsuki Bakugou who isn’t a fan of PDA, but is willing to have his arm around your waist just for you. And so boys would stop eye-fucking you from a distance.

Katsuki Bakugou who has you pinned on his phone.

Katsuki Bakugou who ruins his sleep schedule, just to help you understand a problem you didn’t understand during class.

Katsuki Bakugou who lets out genuine smiles around you.

Katsuki Bakugou who has hundreds of poloroids of you and him, mainly you in his wallet, behind his phone case, and on his home bedroom walls.

Katsuki Bakugou who is annoyed when his friends tease him about how he acts around you, denying it. Only for you to walk into the room with a cheeky smile, making his annoyed expression soften.

“Bakugou. just admit it! You’re hooked towards y/n.” The blonde boy’s closest friend Kirishima coo’s, poking at his side only for Katsuki to not have a reaction towards it.

After many pokes, Katsuki gets fed up and harshly smacks away Kirishimas finger.

“Shut the fuck up! ‘m not hooked, and stay out me and my girls buisness.” Katsuki grits his teeth, turning away from his group of friends to continue doing homework.

Denki rolls his eyes, letting out an sigh. He puts his hand on his friends shoulder with a bored expression.

“That’s a lie! You were just all up on her a few hours ago in the study room!” Denki exclaims, recalling the memory of him and his friends walking in on you on Katsukis lap whilst reading a book.

This time Katsuki ignores both of his nosey friends, only rolling his eyes and solving the problems in-front of him with no problems.

The group thinks about leaving their angry headed friend alone for the day, until you step in the room with a big smile and a bag full of clothing. Eyes are on you waiting on your move as you walk towards your boyfriend who notices your presence almost immediately.

“Katsuu, what’cha doin?” You coo’ed wrapping your arms around your boyfriend who stops paying attention to his homework for once. His group of friends watching the couple in shock, and in awe. Long forgetton towards him.

“Hey sweets. ‘m doin homework, do ya need help with it?” He questions, the kiss he leaves on your cheek not being hesitantly placed.

You nodded your head. Honestly, you didn’t really need help with homework. The thought of just being around him was what really mattered to you the most.

“mhmm, can you help me now? if it’s okay with you.” You muttered, eyeing the elevator signaling to him that you wanted to go into his dorm room.

Even if it wasn’t allowed, he always made sure you would end up in his dorm room by the end of the day. He is a good boyfriend, isn’t he?

“Yeah, sure baby.” He slightly mumbled the pet name, packing up his stuff and ignoring the protests coming from his friends.

As soon as you both leave and make your way into Katsuki’s dorm room, the group begins giggling and mocking Katsukis past words.

“Oh-Oh! I’m not hooked on y/n! Lay off my relationship blah blah blah!” Mina mimicked , making the other guys laugh at her expressions.

What they didn’t know was that you both didn’t take the elevator, instead you took the stares and was able to hear his friends just before you made it to the second floor.

Katsuki was furious and embarrassed, but with a simple move that you made with holding his hand and rubbing the sole of his fist made him calm down.

“..Fuckers. Never mind them, y’want give me a haul of your clothes first before we do homework n/n?” His expression calmed down and his hand made his way to carry your bags.

Your smile increases and you begin nodding your head furiously from excitement, katsuki chuckles and kisses you on the lips before dragging you to his dorm room.

You never remembered the last time you actually spent a full night in your own dorm without sneaking out to go into Katsukis.

Katsuki Bakugou who spars with you, simply kissing you sweetly if you ever lose to him. Kissing him is better than winning anyways.

Katsuki Bakugou who gets annoyed by his mother who keeps begging him to invite you over to their home again. Mitsuki and Masaru are very excited to meet the angel who is bringing out the softness from their son.

Katsuki Bakugou who cuddles your nightmares away, having a hand tightly wrapped around your waist while the other cradles your cheek. His usually rough voice whispering sweet words into your ears, hoping it is enough to soothe away your nightmares.

Katsuki Bakugou whose life goal was to be the number 1 hero, but also has another goal in marrying you, having kids with you, and growing old with you until forever.

[serejae]

margaret

myung jaehyun x doodler!reader

syno; a pencil lead you to him now

a/n ; uncapitalization is intended, some kissing, inspired on our beloved summer besides the exes factor lol :-), enjoy

it was a late night, jaehyun wasn’t home yet and you couldn’t quite fall asleep yet. so you decided to kill two birds with one stone. ever since you were young you had a hobby of drawing, it was normal for you to get asked from people to draw them. unfortunately for them your drawings don’t focus on people but rather sights. as you organized your old drawings you came across a dusty folder hidden all the way in the back of your shelf, curious to see what it is you grab it and clear the dust off. the cover of the folder doesn’t go unnoticed with masking tape messily on it with the words “DO NOT OPEN. YOURE CRAZY.” written on top. you laugh to yourself slighty and take the risk going against your past self. when opening the folder a tiny pencil falls out and all the memories suddenly flash back. picking up the pencil, you immediately sit down and go through the folder.

-

it was almost 2 years ago. you were sketching in a cafe when you got distracted by your phone that you didn’t notice one of your pencils falling out of your pencil case. someone suddenly diverts your attention away from your phone. looking up you see the most (not even exaggerated) mesmerizing man, his lips turn up slight and he clears his throat “sorry for bothering you, but your pencil fell” he said with a slight blush on his face and reddish ears. you laugh slightly and thank him expecting that to be the end of your conversation but to your suprise he paused for a second thinking about what to say

“are you here alone?”

the wise answer wouldve been no, i mean you dont even know the guy

“yeah”

“can i sit?”

-

while reminiscing the moment you played with the pencil, the pencil was special, not only because it lead you to jaehyun but the steps it took to realize you loved him.

there were 2 drawings of jaehyun. the only drawings you ever drew of a person

-

drawing 1 .

its been 2 weeks since you met jaehyun. you both had been talking regularly and you hated it: not because you disliked him or anything but rather the opposite. you found yourself developing a

crush. :-/

as you sat at your table shaking your good pencil between your fingers staring at the blank paper that seems to be staring at you back. thats when you started imagining eyes, nose, lips, a face on the paper but not just anyones face. it was myung jaehyun’s. you never had the urge or willingness to draw a person but something inside your soul was telling you to. trying to push the thoughts back you starting thinking to yourself

“i don’t even remember his face accurately”

“its been 2 weeks pfft”

*ding*

pausing at the notification you flip your phone over and the screen illuminates.

myung jae !

**ONE NOTIFICATION **

“if your not too busy do you wanna ft?:p”

fuck.

before replying back (a obvious yes) you scramble your desk for the pencil he had handed you that day. the pencil was tiny, you kept it because you kept forgetting to throw it away but once you find it you reply with a

“sure”

cant seem too desperate right?

and as he calls you and the screens connect, your met with a familiar face and start doodling. focusing on his voice and you drew, you looked up every so often studying his face.

after finishing you date the corner and shove it in the back of your drawer.

-

drawing 2 .

your crazy.

its been 9 months since you first met jaehyun and it takes every muscle in you to not draw him. you can’t feed into your delusional or into the thought that you might have a crush on him. at this point its more then a stupid crush. you would say you just really really really like jaehyun but you guys werent even dating yet and thats the problem.

everyday for these past 9 months the two of you have become incredibly close, might i add a little too close.

all you could think about was him and normally in situations like this you would draw things you like to get your mind off of whatever you were stressed about which sadly wouldn’t work in this situation

as he was what you like and all you could think about.

after a hour on debating (3 minutes) you sigh and open your camera roll, opening the album “mjae<{3” your favorite photo of him, one you didnt even know you took but there was something different about the photo

his eyes.

theres no way he couldnt feel the same about you, right?

shut up.

you stopped the thoughts and started doodling, sketching all the details on his face. youve memorized his face probably more then your own now that you think about it.

adding the finishing touches and dating it, you back away from the paper and stare at it

how does he have you wrapped around his finger so well?

grabbing your phones you search variations of questions into google

“why cant i stop thinking of a guy”

“how to know if you like a guy”

“does my crush like me????” you made sure to find one made bv a guy to insure accuracy.

unfortunately the answers didnt help you

they all lead back to love

and thats when you realized

you don’t really like myung jaehyun

your inloveeeeeeee with myung jaehyun.

jumping onto your bed you scream into your pillow and go into a rage. scrambling around your room you find a folder, empty everything inside, get tape from your desk and aggressively put the tape on there. taking your marker you write “DO NOT OPEN. YOUR CRAZY.” you stuffed the current drawing in there as well dug in your drawer for the previous one. once inside you grab the pencil that started it all and put it inside too. then shoving it to the back of your shelf.

-

a year after meeting jaehyun thats when he finally asked you to be his partner, he had asked to meet in the same cafe you 2 had met. you arrived on time while jaehyun was a bit late, you didnt mind too much though. while waiting you scrolled on your phone when you suddenly heard a voice

“excuse me?

i think you dropped this.”

you look up confused and see a bouquet of flowers with a sticky note attached to it

“be my partner? (plz)” as well a silly drawing of you and jaehyun as cat and dog. looking up you see his familiar face that has a reddish tint

“of course.”

-

you hear the door open snapping you out of your thoughts

“baby? im home!”

“at my desk jae”

you hear him shuffe his way to your desk and kisses you on the head before looking at your desk

“oh look! its the pencil i gave back to you when we first met, you still have it?” he laughed, his eyes shift over to the two drawings on the table of no other then, him.

“woah…”

he said as he picked up the drawings seeing the dated marks

“these are amazing babe, but i thought you didnt draw people?”

you look down at the pencil and smile

oh you couldn’t wait to tell him the storied behind the drawings

you looked up at the sticky note on your wall before opening your mouth

“funny story…”

[yearningandstillnotlearning]

A r t .

- B.E.

Blurb :p | no use of any names for the characters, just “she” and “you”

a/n: first fanfic posted ever im so nervous | this was my yearning from some months ago i decided to make it into something more | please comment on your opinion on this im nervy

Not fluffy nor sexual but a secret third thing (sensual)

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Have you got colour in your cheeks?

Leftover snack packets and crumbs of cookies and sugar littering the couch of the living room, clock read 12:38AM, its past midnight, yet for two girls with a sleep schedule as theirs, the night is still young, too young.

Family and friends long gone, others went home others went on dates, and another stayed behind to cherish this very moment.

Are there some aces up your sleeve?

Have you no idea that you’re in deep?

Laughs had hit the walls hours ago when they were once gathered up to 7, and even now at 2 laughs are still bouncing back and forth. Sneaky giggles and stupid jokes, unexplainable videos that just seem so funny when its late and for once youre not alone.

Energy drinks on the floor next to the bed and an annoyingly bright light hitting at the side to make up for the lack of sun, yet thats the last thing to bother you right now. Theres nothing that could actually bother you right now, not when you finally have her in front of you.

Ive dreamt about you nearly every night this week

Sketchbook in your lap, pencil in your hand and coloured pencils scattered along your side on the bed, criss crossed bodies mirroring each other face to face.

Even if your face wasn’t able to stay in one place. Even if your face couldn’t handle the urge to heat and melt your makeup off in the process, even if you couldn’t handle looking at her, as much as you couldn’t handle her looking at you.

How many secrets can you keep?

Your heart thumping in your chest the same way it does when you’re at a club next to the speaker, body shook with the beat of the speakers and the bass, and you couldn’t tell if its from the amount of energy drinks you’ve consumed this evening or her presence.

But this is better, oh this is way better, theres no eardrum-breaking noise, or people squished up together, stomach-stirring drinks, uncomfortable heels. None of that.

This is simply adrenaline in itself, it was the excitement pumping in your veins.

Cause theres this tune i found that makes me think of you somehow and i play it on repeat..

Emotions thumping at your heart and in your veins causing your blood to rush to your face, cheeks burning red, but the colour showed at your ears, palms so sweaty you hold your sketchbook carefully to not wet and bend the paper. Neck and collarbone stained with red rash spots, just how into her are you?

Shes not stupid now, you tell that to yourself to sleep better at night. She has noticed everything, a simple blood rush is nothing. The way you look at her when everyone is talking laughing and you’re quiet? When your choice of “recharging” your social battery is looking at and through her? When you’re alone and suddenly your voice drops to just above a whisper, sweeter than any sugarcoated candy? When you doodle her and her only out of so many people, there are 5 other people with you two, yet who do you draw the most? You spend all your effort and time on her, enjoyably so.

Until i fall asleep,

A hand picking up your own has a wave of goosebumps sent across your body, a wave of heat while doing so. An amused laugh breaks your gaze, from the mixed hands, up to her own stare.

Shes staring at you, and you’re wishing she would stare nowhere near you. The fear in your brain banging like a migraine, wordlessly telling you she sees it all, and the very same fear in your body, giving her all the confirmation she needs. Her eyes softening as her one-sided laughter dies down, and you’ve yet to actually see her. So far you have been too caught up in your own thoughts to see in front of you until now.

A hand holding your burning one to her also heated cheek, and a twinkle in her eye right between that blown out pupil and icy blue cloud that dances like the stars do on the dark night sky right outside the window.

“I knew you felt it too, Im not crazy to like you”

spillin’ drinks on my settee.

[ellieswrldd]

college gf!vi hcs!

college girlfriend vi headcanons (sfw & nsfw below the cut!) a/n: did this with ellie a while ago and now my brain refuses to think of anything other than vi so...

sfw: ✧ college gf!vi who calls you the most ridiculous pet names she can think of just to tease you and catch you offguard "c'mon babycakes," "babycakes? who says that?!" ...but you know you secretly love her dumb nicknames for you ♡ (even when she calls you mamas.) ✧ college gf!vi who will always hug you from behind when she gets the chance ✧ college gf!vi who will walk with you with a thumb in the belt loop of your jeans in public she claims that it's just comfortable but in reality...she does it because it makes it easier to pull you into a kiss ✧ college gf!vi who steals your phone whenever you’re not looking to change your background from the cute picture of her you had to one of her making a silly face just to mess with you ✧ college gf!vi who will shamelessly start doodling on your arm in class if she's bored you'd look down to see what she's drawing and see horrible drawings of the two of you two kissing ✧ college gf!vi who will agree to study sessions in the library to keep you focused, but will stare at you the entire time, a small smirk on her lips as she fiddles with a pen ✧ college gf!vi who loves to sleep in sooo late and you literally have to spam her with texts and calls when you see she isn't in class five minutes early like you always tell her to be ✧ college gf!vi who would prefer to spend her friday nights in your dorm, but will accompany you to any party if you ask because she cannot sit still knowing you're partying alone nsfw:

✧ college gf!vi who will text you as soon as her roommate is out, begging you to come over and help her "relieve some stress" ✧ college gf!vi who is so loud in bed, whether she's the one giving you pleasure or the one receiving (because that girl is a switch at heart) vi is whimpering and moaning your name you worry that she'll bother the people in the dorms next door but they always seem too intimidated by her to say anything ✧ college gf!vi who is always desperate to fuck because both of your schedules are so busy with school and work that she can't control herself around you :( ✧ college gf!vi who will fuck you so hard in the bathroom of a frat house during a party because she's so ticked off by all the looks you're getting in your cute outfit imagine she's got you bent over the sink, facing the mirror while she pounds her strap into you, your slick dripping down your thighs as you near your third orgasm she's whispering incoherently in your ear, gripping so tightly on your hips you're sure there's going to be bruises of her fingers, all while some overplayed party song from the 2000s is blasting throughout the frat house "look at yourself, so fuckin' pretty-" she says in between low groans and directs your gaze to the mirror. "you're m-mine, all mine..." vi would mumble as she rests her head on your shoulder and when you whisper "all yours, vi" in between choked moans, well, she cums so hard she forgets where you are

✧ college gf!vi who offers to help you study for a test you've been stressing over for weeks and says that if you get the right answer, she'll reward you, but if you're wrong, she'll edge you until you have the term engraved in your memory ♡ "sorry, that's not the right answer.." she sighs looking up from the flashcard she was quizzing you with "w-what? i could've sworn that-" "well, it's not what you wrote, so," vi whispers as she runs a finger up your aching slit and tossed the flashcard to the floor you stuttered out a different answer and looked up at her with wide, teary eyes. "please, please let me cum, please..."

despite how much she wants to make you cum, she shakes her head. vi said she was here to help you study, and you got the answer wrong, you wouldn't be allowed to cum until you got it right. "i can't let you cum until you get it right, cupcake, guess again," she mutters and starts rubbing your needy clit again just to stop as soon as she sees you nearing your orgasm :(

tags: @ellabsprincess

[sardonic-the-writer]

—a stakeout

SUMMARY | a late night steakout with tangerine has you questioning how you really feel for him

PAIRING | tangerine x reader

REQUESTED | no

WARNING | mentions of guns, hit men, murder, some angst, etc

WORD COUNT | 2k+

AUTHORS NOTES | no spoilers for bullet train! and as much as i love the rivals/enemies to lovers troupe with tange, here's some softer stuff. happy holidays!

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Lemon had done this on purpose.

He had always had the ability to read people well when he wasn't busy talking about that train show of his. You swore he could tell what you were feeling before you did most times—instantly there with a handful of tissues or some reaffirming words before you even knew it. Most times it was real a help.

Most times.

That was all you could think as you stared out a tinted window into the cold night. The leather of the car seat underneath you was warm from hours of constant body heat, your legs surely numb from blood loss by this point.

From next to you sat a tall figure, dressed to the nines per usual. Soft ringlets of messy brown hair fell in his eyes, only ever moving as he let out a big sigh on occasion.

Tangerine rested his head in one hand, the other drumming his fingertips across the steering wheel as he clutched it. Flashes of moonlight would steadily dance over your vision as the luminescence caught sight of the metal rings decorating his fingers.

His rings. Seperate pages in one giant book it often seemed. Each one of them told an individual story throughout his life. The pitch black ring on his pinky? The first time he'd ever gotten into a fist fight on the job, that one had left a mark deep enough in the other guys face to shed buckets of blood. A lucky hit. Tangerine often told that story with pride, boasting that you would still be able to see the scar he left behind to this day.

The chunky gold one situated snugly on his pointer? Lemon had snatched that off a random bloke that had been in the wrong place at the wrong time a few years ago. It had been right when they had first gotten into the business, presenting it to his twin afterward with a clap on the back as a job well done. A sick gift of sorts, but it still managed to make each of them smile when they looked at it.

And that smooth, rose gold band hanging around his chest—dangling loosely on a silver chain? Well that was the reason you were currently sitting in a car in the dead of night.

Lemon was no fool. The moment he had seen you pull out that small gift box for his brother last week, he had recognized that love sick smile on your face. The way your eyes shone with excitement as you practically bounced on the balls of your feet when he went to open it. Lemon should be able to recognize it after all. It was the same look Tangerine got anytime you entered the room.

It was antagonizing for him really. Watching the both of you harbor crushes for each other in your own ways. (Tangerine; constantly checking for texts from you when he was away, using more than enough loving nicknames for you just to see your ears grow red. You; buying anything and everything that reminded you of him, doodling little drawings of the man on the corner of your loose leaf nktebooks at briefings before quickly erasing them.)

Finally he had had enough, pulling you off to the side last night. He had been a bit too rough about it for his liking, but it didn't matter now.

"Here's the plan." He didn't even stop to acknowledge your confused expression, questions surely bubbling on the tip of your tongue. "I'm sick. Very sick. You're not. Tha' stake out tomorrow night? You're goin' on it mate."

"The fuck Lemon?"

"Mate, just trust me. I know you fancy m' brother. Just take th' opportunity."

He had taken your stunned silence as a yes, giving you his best smile before moving on like nothing had happened.

So far, that was the only thing you had been able to focus on the entire time you'd been sitting idle on this hill. Not your target or his friends' late night activity you were supposed to be monitoring. Just re-running things over and over in your mind until you were dizzy with the effort.

All the times you had tried to be subtle with the longing looks and sporadic gifts. All the nights you had lay wide awake staring at the ceiling. Wondering if it would even be possible for someone like him to love you back. How did Lemon know? Were you really that obvious? Did anyone else know?

More importantly, did Tangerine know?

"Alright. S' going on in that lil head of yours (Y/n). Been quiet all night. Not like you."

Tangerine was now facing you. Arm draped around the back of your seat as if preparing to back out of a parking space. Heat from his hand radiated mere inches from your neck, but you pushed your shiver down with a forceful swallow.

"The mission." You shrugged, not moving your gaze from its spot on the window. Hoping that your response would be the end of this conversation.

"Yeah right." Tangerine just snorted. "You've never cared for these kinds of jobs love."

You forced the butterfly in your stomach to be killed off one by one. Refusing to be affected by the nickname.

"Guess I do now." Your shoulders moved with the effort of another shrug.

Tangerines mouths dipped down into a slight frown. He had been looking forward to a night alone with you. Maybe even going to get some food afterwards, even if just under the guise of two friends having a meal together. He would take it. He would take anything involving you at that point if he was being truthful.

Calloused fingers gently cradled your chin, softly gripping it as Tangerine turned your head to face him. You finally got a proper look at him, seeing the way his baby blue eyes rippled with concern as they traced unseeable patterns on your face. You were so focused on his intense stare that you forgot to remind yourself not to lean into his hand.

"You alright love?"

It would be so easy to kiss him. Just a little stretch of your neck and—

"I'm fine." His hand fell away from your face as you jerked yourself away. You almost immediately regretted it, wanting nothing more to feel him against you for a moment more.

"(Y/n)—"

"I'm just peachy Tan." You snapped, suddenly feeling angry. "Can we get back to our jobs now? You know. The thing we came here to do?"

Tangerine felt his own face flare up with anger. A rare feeling when it came directed at you.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" He frowned with a bit more bite to his tone than he intented. The sound of it made a flicker of regret cross your face before it was replaced with a scowl. "Seriously, who fucken pissed in your oatmeal this mornin?"

"Oh like you don't fucking know." Your own teeth grit against each other as you glared at him. The both of you now locked in a heated staring match. It wouldn't be a suprise if the windows started to fog up. The car certainly seemed like it was a lot hotter than it had been a few minutes ago.

"What, so I can fucken read your mind now?" He ran a hand through his hair in a jerky movement. The way your heart fluttered at his disheviled state drove another molten spike of rage into your heart, frustrated with yourself for finding him attractive even in the middle of an argument.

"Sometimes I really hate you Tan." You hissed. How it had gotten to this point you had no idea. But each word was like a nail to the heart for you.

"Yeah? Well, you're not exactly a joy ta be around all the time either, sunshine."

"And that's another thing!" You were full on yelling now, probably looking like a crazy person to any passing cars as you threw your hands in the air. "Stop fucking calling me those names! I bet you think you can just charm your way into anyone's pants with that huh?"

"When the fuck did I ever say anything like that!? And I thought you liked the nicknames for fucks sake!"

"I do!" You hissed with clenched fists. "The problem is I like them too fucking much! I like you too fucking much Tan! And it's killing me knowing I can't do a single goddamn thing about it!"

It was only after it was already out there did you realize what you had really said.

"Fuck. Listen—"

You didn't get any farther than that before Tangerine slammed his lips into your own. A sound of muffled suprise made it past your lips before it was quickly swallowed by him, along with the rest of your breath. The faint feeling of something prickly ticking your upper lip sang in your head as you realized it was his mustache, resulting in a silent sort of laughter. Teeth clicked against each other harshly before you reached up to rest a hand on his jaw and the other in his hair, steadying his pace to a softer, more tender one.

He only broke away in time for you to notice how fuzzy your head was becoming at the lack of oxygen. Gasping for breath, you brushed a hand over your lips. As if checking to make sure that had really just happened. Or maybe to keep the moment bottled up forever, solidifying it with the graze of your fingers.

Both of you took a moment, panting for breath as a way to fill the silence.

"Did you just—?"

"Yeah."

"Did we just—?"

"Sure did."

"And that means you're—?"

"If you ask anymore questions I might have to kiss you again (Y/n)."

The smile in his voice shone through. You allowed yourself one as well, eyes watering.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that for." The englishman sighed, resting his elbows on his thighs as he watched you stare star struck at him. "Please tell me I didn't seriously misread the situation there." He added on as an afterthought with a chuckle, already knowing the answer as he looked deep into your eyes.

"I'm sorry Tangerine." The sudden apology left you with a breathy quality. Tears were threatening to fall at a rapid pace now, one or two escaping. You couldn't tell if they were from remorse or joy. "I didn't mean that. Any of it."

"What about th' part where you confessed your undying love for me?"

He laughed as you went to hit him in the chest playfully, noting how the tears in the corner of your eyes began to disappear.

"You know what I meant. And I did no such thing." Your efforts to conceal a smile were fruitless for once. "You just got lucky this time."

"This time?" He reached a hand out to brush the pad of his thumb across your cheek with a sudden fondness. "Nah. Been plenty lucky for a while now, love."

"Sap." You mummbled, closing your eyes with a sigh as he continued to leave soft strokes against your skin.

"Just for you darling."

You really would have to thank Lemon when you got back home.

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How to Rehabilitate a Jock Part 6

Part 1 Part 5. Ao3 Link Part 7

It was already the second week of December by the time the Hellfire club finally, finally, defeated the Demon Lord Graz’zt. Normally, Eddie loved when a campaign stretched and stretched. It was a devious kind of joy to get to see his friends get stumped and backtrack and do everything they could to defeat whatever he had put in front of them. 

This time, he just wanted them to stab his stupid demon in the chest, light him on fire, and be done with it. 

A thousand times he had thought about just letting them win, and just letting them get through the end of the campaign. But his integrity as a dungeon master and a storyteller stopped him from doing it every single time. 

That, and Eddie was pretty sure they would be able to tell if he was skimping out on an ending just to get to the next campaign. Especially since they all knew why he would be so anxious to get to the next campaign. 

But, last week they had done it. Right at the last second Graz’zt had exploded in a shower of red sparks, the party had gained treasure and XP galore, and Eddie had stayed up every night this week finishing a one shot just for the occasion. 

Usually there was a rest week in between campaigns, or one of the others would rotate in as DM and Eddie would get to play for a while, but he wanted to be the one to run Steve’s first game. He didn’t trust any of the others not to sabotage, or try and kill him off early. 

Besides, he had the perfect beginner game planned. 

Well, he would have the perfect beginner game if their beginner ever decided to show up. 

“Seems like being late is a character trait,” Frank said as the rest of Hellfire sat around the table, clearly bored. Jeff was doodling in his book, and Rocky looked like he was asleep on the far side, face smushed up against the wood. School had ended almost a half hour ago, but there was still no sign of Steve. 

“This does give us time for a JRP update?” Janet suggested, sliding her chair back and walking over to the board. 

“Well, the update is…wow! Nothing has changed,” Gareth said, faking a look of utter shock before sliding back into his usual grumpy scowl, turning to Eddie, “Do you really want to wait three more months just to have to admit that I am right about him?” 

“How could anything have changed so far, Gareth?” Eddie shot back, sick and tired of his best friend’s issues. 

He held up a hand and began to count on his fingers right in front of Gareth’s face. Eddie knew that the other boy hated when he did things like that, but he also knew that he really couldn’t give a flying fuck at this point. Steve was trying, really honestly trying, and Gareth was being a jerk for literally no reason. 

“We just finished our new campaign, Steve isn’t even aware of the band yet because I’m not allowed to invite him to a show, and your third ridiculous checkpoint still has no defining parameters!” Eddie finished with a flourish. 

“Well, technically you can invite Steve to a show,” Kaiden said, grabbing everyone’s attention. He shrugged, pointing to the board, “It doesn’t say that Eddie can never invite him. It just won’t count towards the JRP until Steve goes without an invitation,” 

“Kaiden, what the hell?” Gareth said, spinning around and shooting his glare over to him instead of Eddie. 

“I don’t mind Steve, Gar.” Kaiden said with a shrug, unphased by his mood. By now they were all getting used to working around Gareth’s griping, “He’s pretty chill, he can be kinda funny, and I can’t think of anything he personally did that was that bad. Maybe he really is trying to be someone different now,”

The rest of the club didn’t speak, which Eddie decided to consider an extremely minute amount of progress. Sure, they weren’t sticking up for Steve, but they weren’t actively fighting against him anymore. 

Well, all except for one

“Traitor,” Gareth muttered under his breath. 

“Hey,” Eddie immediately snapped. Gareth could be pissy with him all he wanted, but he couldn’t go after another one of Eddie’s sheep just because he was mad. 

“I agree with Kaiden, I don’t see why Eddie would be forbidden from ever inviting Steve to a show,” Janet said, tapping her chin. 

Either she was unaware of how close the boys were to actually fighting, or she was actively ignoring it in favor of staying logical. Eddie would bet all of his money on the latter. Janet really was too smart for her own good. 

“As for setting parameters for the third point, I’m not sure how we go about that,” She continued, tapping her chalk against the board as she wracked her brain for potential ideas. 

“We don’t. We’ll know it when we see it,” Gareth stubbornly repeated, crossing his arms, “Though I doubt we will. This is just a waste of time.” 

Okay. Enough was enough. 

“What is your problem with him?!” Eddie shouted, starting the rest of the group. Rocky’s head popped off the table with a gasp, and Jeff immediately stiffened up. They were used to Eddie shouting, used to him raising his voice or getting angry, but that was all play, a show. This was actual anger, and that was scary. 

“Where did your problem with him go?” Gareth said, giving as good as he got, “You used to be the first to say that they aren’t us! They’re the enemy! He is literally the face of that enemy! What happened to the Munson Doctrine?!” 

Eddie opened his mouth to tell Gareth exactly where he could stick his Munson Doctrine, but before he could, Jeff stood up. 

His shoulders were up by his ears, and he looked completely uncomfortable, but Jeff was standing up anyway. A silent look from their bassist took the wind out of both boys’ sails, and they sat back down, tense and on edge. 

“Sorry Jeff,” Eddie sighed, pushing down any potential self hatred that wanted to rise up. The two of them knew Jeff’s story, knew why he wasn’t comfortable with angry yelling close to him, and they had done it anyway. Eddie forced himself to take a deep breath, watching as Gareth did the same. 

“Yeah, sorry,” Gareth echoed, looking genuinely remorseful. 

“This isn’t productive,” Frank pointed out, rolling his chair backwards until it collided with the chalkboard next to where Janet was standing, “I think that we should settle for a compromise.  All of the club members agree that Steve can stay. That would at least be enough to be considered a renouncement of some sort, right?,”

“That’s not the same,” Gareth protested. 

“Well, seeing as you don’t have a good argument for your checkpoint,” Frank replied, trailing off and waiting to hear if he had anything else to say. When Gareth remained grumpy and silent the rest nodded. 

“Okay so, I’ll just write our initials here, and when we decide we’re okay with Steve-”

“If” Gareth interrupted. 

“Fine. If we decide that we’re okay with Steve staying, we can cross out our names,” Janet said, miffed at being talked over, but choosing to move past it in favor of keeping the peace. 

She quickly began to jot down everyone’s initials, adding Steve’s right at the top just to keep up appearances. Eddie wasn’t exactly sure how they would explain that one, but hopefully Steve wouldn’t ask. He usually didn’t question things around the room unless they were particularly outlandish. 

“I’m fine with Steve,” Eddie said the second she wrote his initials. 

“We got that one, Eds,” Jeff replied with a good natured eye roll. Now that things were calming down again, he seemed way more relaxed. Janet clicked her tongue anyway, putting a thick white line through the E.M. she had just written. 

“I don’t mind him,” Kaiden tacked on. Janet shot him a quick nod, crossing out Kaiden’s initials, and then, surprisingly, her own.

“Janet?” Frank questioned. She shrugged, pausing for a second to ruffle his hair as she continued to write. She was the only one that didn’t see the way Frank’s face went beet red the moment she touched him. 

“He’s interesting,” She said, as if that was the only explanation she needed, “I’m a scientist. I like to experiment,” 

She finished with Gareth’s ‘G.L-W.’ turning to face the group. 

“Anyone else?” 

The rest of the club shook their heads, but Eddie couldn’t care less. He was already a third of the way there! And, there was no doubt in his mind that at least a few of them were going to be impressed with Steve’s gameplay today. 

After all Steve had been taught by the best. 

“Okay so, slightly modified parameters, but-” 

“Sorry I’m late!” Steve said as he burst into the room, cutting Janet off. 

If she was annoyed at being interrupted a second time, she didn’t let it slip. Instantly, she and Frank were back in their seats, her chalk abandoned, broken in two on the ground. The entire club did their best to look perfectly innocent, a truly terrible job that left them all seeming extremely, extremely, guilty. 

The only reason they got away with it was that Steve was way too caught up in rambling and trying to explain himself. 

“I’m so sorry, I was trying to get the kids set up in the library, because they want to come to my house after school for a sleepover. Winter break, right? But then they kept asking me question after question, and wanting to come watch me shoot hoops. They never want to watch me shoot hoops! Why now?! I swear this is what I get for letting them use my house to take pictures for the Snow Ball.” Steve groaned, getting stuck in his scarf as he tried to unwind it from around his head. 

Eddie laughed softly, getting up and coming around the table, slowly helping Steve get free of his yarn filled prison. 

“Are you going to chaperone this Sunday?” Eddie asked. Instantly his mind was filled with the image of Steve in a handsome black suit, a dark red rose sitting in his lapel and perfectly complimenting his ruby lips. 

Okay. File that under ‘Things Eddie was never allowed to think about again except when alone in his bedroom’. 

“Definitely not. I’m a babysitter, not a chaperone,” Steve said with a smirk, “I’ll let them get ready at my place and have a little after party there, and that should stop them from being arrogant whiny brats for a little while. Hope I didn’t miss anything though,” 

Just the rest of the club talking about using him as a human lab rat. 

“Nope,” Eddie lied smoothly, pulling Steve’s chair out for him and making a huge grand gesture for him to come sit. 

“Welcome to this side of the table,” Kaiden said from his seat across from Steve. Normally Gareth sat on Eddie’s right side, but since the first meeting that Steve had joined, his best friend had regulated himself to the corner as far from Eddie as he could get. 

Whatever. That was better anyway. Eddie didn’t care. 

(He cared so much more than he wanted to admit.) 

“Glad to be here?” Steve said, pulling out the folder Eddie had given him for all of his character sheets and looking around the group nervously. 

He didn’t have anything to worry about. Eddie had helped him to build a totally awesome persona. 

“It’s hell,” Frank sighed solemnly, patting Steve’s shoulder. 

“Hellfire,” Eddie corrected, the rest of the group groaning at his bad pun. He waved off their lack of appreciation for his fantastic word play, perching on his throne and raising a hand. 

“I would like to take a moment to recognize that this is a special occasion. We are here to celebrate the birth of Steve’s very first Dungeons and Dragons character,” Eddie said, pausing so the rest could react appropriately. 

Sure enough there was a round of foot stomping and table slapping. Steve startled at the noise, but quickly recovered, blushing, but still staring directly at Eddie with those big beautiful browns. 

God damn this brave, lovely, completely adorable boy. 

“May I introduce the former Prince of the realm, Level One Human Ranger Stefan of Herringtown. Stefan, Welcome to Hellfire,” Eddie said, pausing to give Steve a secretive wink and loving the way that the blush on the other boy’s cheeks traveled to his ears when he did. 

Stefan was, arguably, a pretty cool first time character. Steve lingered just on the edge of being a paladin, but he had enough chaotic energy that Ranger seemed to fit him better. He was a loyal to a fault kind of guy who had a habit for picking up strays, a smooth quick talking charm that tended to get him in and out of trouble, and a chip on his shoulder from being exiled from his kingdom. 

In short, he was Steve, but dungeons and dragonsified. Perfect for the first play through. 

With that settled, Eddie rolled his shoulders, settling himself into his dungeon master character and taking a long breath in. 

“Your party is starting off trekking across the frozen tundra,” He began, feeling the mood shift to excitement as the rest prepared themselves for his opener, “Your feet are freezing, and your fingers have gone numb, but you continue on anyway. You have heard tale of an abandoned factory at the highest point of the world- a place littered with treasures and everything a being could ever ask for. You want to see the place for yourselves, and maybe even loot some of the booty.” 

Rocky gave a vicious grin at this, chuckling softly to himself. His tiefling rogue was always looking to horde more treasure, and Rocky loved to get into character as quickly as he could. It was fun, it added something to the game. 

“You see a building and hurry closer, eager to get out of the biting frost. It is a dark unnatural place with high smoke stacks and mounds of coal sitting all around the entrance. You enter as one without thinking or stopping to check your surroundings, collapsing on the other side and panting to catch your breath. What is your first move, Goren the Great?” Eddie asked, starting on the far side of the table. 

Even if he and Gareth weren’t on the best of terms right now, Eddie still wouldn’t want to start a campaign with any other player. It just wouldn't feel right. 

“I do a perception check,” Gareth decided. Eddie nodded towards his d8, and Gareth grabbed it, throwing down a seven. 

“As a dwarf, you have spent many years hunting through mines for precious gems, so your ability to see in the dark is unparalleled. You can see strange boot shaped bags all around the room, and boxes that are wrapped with twine bows,” He said, watching as their brains began to spin with possibilities.

This was the best part. Watching his players try to figure out exactly what was going on around them was just so fun. 

“Well, I have a feeling we may have stumbled upon the right place. I can see treasure from corner to corner,” Gareth remarked, throwing his voice into a growling rumble, perfect for his hardened grizzled character. 

“I can’t see anything,” Jeff complained, getting into it. 

"That's because you are a stupid elf, and your stupid elf eyesight only works in the day,” Gareth replied, both of them holding back laughter. 

“How dare you?! You, you…tiny little man!” 

And then they were off, back and forth insults that were cheesy, yet sometimes creative. The club watched in amusement. Even Steve was snickering, and he normally tried to pretend he didn’t exist when it had anything to do with Gareth. Usually Eddie would try and focus the group back in, but he was happy to let them banter for a little while. 

This was the kind of fighting they should be doing. This was the Gareth Eddie knew, and getting to see that that guy was still somewhere in this new person was very comforting. 

“I am through with your impertinent conclusions,” Jeff huffed in mock exasperation, keeping his voice high and flighty as he did, “I am ready to take my turn, master of the game.” 

“Very well,” Eddie said, inclining his head and waiting to hear. 

“I open my bag and get out a torch, but I want to hit Goren with my bag as I do it,” Jeff said, the rest of the group immediately bursting into laughter.

“Roll 2 d8. One for hitting him, and one for how much light the torch is going to give you,” Eddie instructed, biting his lip to hide his smile. Jeff let the dice fly, getting an eight and a two respectively. 

“As you pull out your torch, you smack Goren right in the face with your bag. Goren loses one hit point,” Eddie said, making a note on his paper. 

“Ow!” 

“Oh, I am sooo sorry that was completely unintentional.” Jeff gasped sarcastically, holding a hand against his heart and raising his eyes to the sky. 

“Goren does not believe you, but he will hold his anger for later,” Eddie said, sliding in smoothly before another ‘argument’ could take place, “You light your torch, but the draft coming in through the broken windows makes the flame flicker and shrink. You can just see the edge of an image drawn on the wall,” 

“I want to examine the drawing,” Kaiden jumped in. 

“June Iper it is not your turn,” Eddie replied, referring to Kaiden by his character’s name. If they were doing things their normal way, then it would be Kaiden’s turn, but as it was, it was time for Rocky to go. 

Kaiden grumbled to himself, then sat up straight. He and Rocky made eye contact for a brief second before quickly scrambling to switch seats. 

“Now it is my turn,” Kaiden said, his head held high in victory. Eddie rolled his eyes but allowed it to slide, just happy that the two freshman boys were having a good time. He let Kaiden roll and then continued on, eager to get to the entrance of the main enemy. 

“You snatch the torch out of Boz’s hand, scampering up to the wall and holding it as high as you can, which isn’t very high at all,” Eddie pointed out. Kaiden’s character was a gnome, and Eddie never missed a chance to make a short joke at their expense, “The rest of the party can only see what looks like a chariot being dragged by cloven hoofed beasts.” 

“Wait a second,” Janet said, her face lighting up in realization. She turned to Eddie with her eyes narrowed, and he schooled himself into a completely innocent expression. 

“Yes Miss Ngyet?” He asked innocently, having a feeling she had already guessed where this one shot was going. 

“I take the torch from June so we can see better,” 

“Is there normally this much torch stealing?” Steve asked softly as Janet rolled, quirking his head to the side as he gave Eddie a raised brow. Before Eddie could respond, Frank interrupted. 

“Hey, you’re on our side now,” Frank said, nudging their arms together, “Ask us your questions,”

“Oh, sorry,” Steve apologized, turning towards Frank. 

Behind Steve’s back, Eddie gave Frank a grateful little smile. Sure, he was probably only being nice to Steve right now because Janet had said she was okay with him, but Eddie would take any kind of progress. Frank gave Eddie a short nod, and they settled back into their roles, continuing the game. 

“With Miss Ngyet’s extra height you can all see the full mosaic. Gasping in horror you finally recognize the picture you’re looking at. A man dressed in robes that are bathed in blood, a stampede of reindeer pulling his sledge. All at once the lights turn on in the factory, blinding you. There’s an ominous laughter from behind. Ho. Ho. HO.” Eddie roared. 

More light bulbs around the room as Jeff and Frank both caught on. 

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Jeff sighed, putting his face in his hands to muffle his laughter. Eddie grabbed the mini figure sitting in front of him, standing up and beginning the monologue he had practiced in front of the mirror all week. Wayne had nearly forced him to go outside to do it after the first few days of never ending repetition. 

“Your foe! A man turned God who knows the name of every child in the world, and watches endlessly. This God, who was once a benevolent overlord, loved to shower gifts upon those he deemed good, giving gentle reminders to those he saw being bad. Now he feasts upon the ‘Naughty’ alongside his favorite meal of milk and cookies,” Eddie ominously lowered his voice, coming to stand between Steve and Frank. 

Steve leaned backwards and turned his head. Frank did the same. 

“Is this what I think it is?” Steve whispered behind Eddie. 

“Yes,” Frank whispered back. 

“The demonous, the dastardly, the fat…” 

Eddie thrust the minifigure down onto the table, standing back as he hollered at the top of his lungs. 

“KRIS KRINGLE!” 

Eddie had been absolutely, completely, 100%, right. 

This was an epic one shot. 

After their initial reactions to finding out they were doing battle against Santa of all people, the rest of the club dove into the campaign with glee. Eddie had taken care to create an awesome story filled to the brim with little easter eggs, and they were eating up every bit of it. 

There were hypnotically enslaved elves, blood thirsty reindeer, exploding candy canes, even a section where the party had to sing Christmas songs to escape from a platoon of killer carolers.

Yeah he was biased, but Steve’s giggly rendition of WHAM’s new hit song was the best thing Eddie had ever heard in his life. 

Speaking of, the biggest shock of the game had to be how well Steve was doing. Eddie had honestly expected to have to subtly take it a little easy on him, but the jock was turning out to be one of the trickiest players he had ever gone up against. 

Sure, the math and the writing portion was a bit of a hiccup, but Steve’s strategic thinking was unexpectedly excellent, and he seemed to have a knack for survival. He had quickly made himself an invaluable player, and the rest had accepted him into the fold, if only for now. 

And the best part of it all was how much fun Steve was having. The smile on his face was bright, utterly joyful in a way Eddie had only seen once years ago. He had seen Steve smile plenty since then, but it was always quiet, kind of hidden away, like he was scared to show how much he was enjoying himself. 

But this was just…happy. Pure, clear, happy, with nothing standing in its way, and Eddie was drinking in the sight like a man in a desert who had found an oasis. 

After a grueling four hours, Hellfire had finally managed to kill off the final reindeer (Vixen had gone down in a blaze of glory) and release all of the elves from their mind manacles. 

There was just one foe left. 

“As the not-so-jolly man with a bag gently lays his last beast on the ground, he looks up at you all with complete rage in his eyes,” Eddie said in a hushed tone, letting things get as quiet as possible before exploding into sound.

“Naughty! You are All on my naughty list!” Eddie declared, slapping his hand on the table before standing and reaching over his binder to point, “You! And You! And You! And-” 

“Steve?”

Eddie paused mid monologue, his finger still hovering in the air directed at Janet. All of them turned around as one, facing their new intruder. 

Little Red was in the doorway, staring back at them with big eyes. A mischievous grin quickly overtook her face and she opened the door wide, crossing her arms and smugly jutting her chin out at her babysitter.

“Shooting hoops, huh?” 

“Max? Why are you here? Where are the boys?” Steve asked, quickly getting up from the table and coming to her side. The anxiety coloring his tone was unexpected, and Eddie felt himself wilt a little as all of Steve’s walls seemed to have pulled back up in a snap. 

“Down the hall. We’re fine,” Max said, quickly reassuring him and dropping her act. Steve relaxed for a second, but then stiffened once more as she peeked her head around his side. She waved, and the rest of the group waved back. 

“Shooting hoops,” She repeated, raising a brow, “You know, Steve, I’ve never played basketball, but it looks a lot more like Dungeons and Dragons than I expected it too,”

“How long have you known?” Steve sighed.

“That you were lying?” Max asked for clarification, “The whole time. You’re a bad liar, and Billy just couldn’t shut up about how you were benched from playing, and he was going to be the one leading the team now. I wasn’t expecting you to be doing this though. I thought you were meeting up with a girl.” 

“I’ll pay you real money to not tell the others,” Steve said, completely serious. 

Max tapped on her chin, a move that was so reminiscent of Janet that Eddie had to stifle a laugh. He didn’t want to call any attention to himself right now, too invested in seeing how this would all play out. 

“How much?” She asked, giving him a shrewd eye. 

“Five bucks?” Steve offered, sounding slightly desperate. 

Max hummed, making faces as she pretended to consider it. 

“Not enough,” She finally decided with a cute little shrug, sticking her head into the hallway and shouting for the boys to come. 

A stampede of footsteps and hollering began in the distance and Steve groaned, shooting Max a look of utter betrayal before turning to pout at Eddie. 

“Lord, help me,” Steve sighed. 

“Nay, I shan't. Lord Kringle has deemed you naughty, Stefan, there is no hope for you now,” Eddie replied, shaking his head. Steve did not seem at all amused by this, but the rest of the club was chuckling, exchanging wry little grins. 

“Oh, are we about to meet Harrington’s famous children?” Kaiden wondered aloud, already knowing the answer. 

“Don’t,” Steve warned with zero heat in his voice, seemingly already resigned to what was about to happen. He was rubbing at his temple, his eyes shut with a look of pure exhaustion on his face. 

Max patted him twice on the arm before coming over to look at the board, looking over Steve’s character sheets with glee. 

“Hey Little Red,” Eddie said. 

“Hi, Steve’s friend,” She replied with a smirk, “You guys are gonna have fun watching this,” 

Before anyone could ask what she meant, a veritable horde of boys burst into the room. They were once again all talking over each other, but this seemed to just be the way the boys communicated. Dustin, Lucas, and Mike all stayed crowded around Steve yelling at him, while Will began to look around. 

Max quietly whistled, jerking her head and catching Will’s attention. He obediently trotted over, and she showed him what she had found, both of them exchanging quiet whispers that even Eddie couldn't make out over the other kids shouting. 

“Why are you not in the library?” Steve griped, managing to raise his voice above theirs. 

“We finished our campaign and got bored. You’re taking forever, we’re hungry, and we want to see El,” Mike whined, crossing his arms and glaring at his babysitter. 

“What are you doing anyway?” Dustin asked, trying to look around Steve.

“Nothing,” Steve said quickly, pushing Dustin’s head back in front of him, “Get out. I’ll come get you guys in like an hour, or you can walk back to your own houses,”

“Who are they?” Lucas wondered, ignoring Steve’s minor threat. Everyone in the room already knew how hollow it was, “This is definitely not the gym,” 

Eddie was sure Steve had some sort of excuse, something he had cooked up to explain why he was here, but he was not eager to hear it. Sure, Eddie understood why Steve might have wanted to have something that was ‘just his’ (or, at least, he respected it), but the rest of the club wouldn’t. They would definitely think Steve was trying to hide the fact that he knew them, and that would reinforce everything Gareth was saying. 

No matter what, this was not going to go down well, and would probably erase any progress that had been made. 

Luckily for both of them, Will Byers decided that this was the moment to speak up. 

“Steve?” Will said, catching everyone’s attention, ��Are you…playing DnD?”

Tension thick as a thousand page novel blanketed them all. Dustin gasped in an extremely melodramatic fashion, and Mike blew past Steve, storming over and slamming his hands down on the table, making all of the figures tremble. Steve seemed lost for words, turning back to give Eddie a ‘help me’ look of terror. 

So, Eddie did what he did best. 

He caused a little chaos. 

“Why yes, young small one, he is playing Dungeons and Dragons,” Eddie said with a tricky grin, loving the explosion of mayhem that came right after, 

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Say my name (König x witty! reader)

Pt1/ Pt.2 Tantrum

🐥A very short part two of two requests I had

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Dreams of you tormented König every single night since that day at the armory.

His brain was like a swarm of wasps stinging at every nerve on his body every time you passed by, those gorgeus eyes of yours giving him this knowing look that spoke a thousand words, heavily implying that you have not forgotten what happend between you two. So he opted to ignore you like before. But worse. He'd avoid you now.

König was your colonel, you had to know of his commands, he was very aware of this so instead of using his walkie-talkie or inform you directly he decided to use other operators as homing pigeons and whenever they protested he'd show one of his intimidating glares and insist with his authoritative tone. It always worked. But not with Horangi.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

If König glared any harder he'd burst a vein tainting his cerulean eyes red with blood. "Deliver the message. It is an order."

Horangi took off his sunglasses, a weird sight to see, and squinted at his colonel like he was looking up at the blinding sun. "You want me to deliver the very important message of refiling this one particular paper to (c/n)? You are aware I could do it instead, we hold the same rank." Once he was finished he slid his glasses back on.

König was stiff, eyes adverting to the side for a millisecond with a squint. "Do it anyway...?"

Horangi knew something was up, specially since one quick look at the paper reminded him that these documents were already finished weeks ago, he delivered them himself. His colonel had been quite distracted lately and that's something worrying in König judging by how hyper focused he was about everything, specially his job. The operator smiles under his facemask, he crosses his arms and tilts his head as if he had figured the most amusing thing ever.

"Having problems in paradise, sir?"

König took a moment to figure what he meant, this expression was new to him, soon he frowned. "There is no 'paradise' and no problem with me. The only problem here is that you are refusing to obey a direct order from your colonel-"

"König... Come on." Horangi insists but it's clear his friend doesn't want to keep dwelling on this, so he slightly folds the paper, nods at his colonel and leaves his office with a low "Right away, sir." before closing the door.

The way the Austrian deflated made his long body mold to his chair. He's been quite nervous to be around you, the memories of your last (very intimate) interaction became a constant on his brain affecting his work performance, even going as far as not letting him rest properly, the image of you appearing on his very own dreams, your voice a mermaid's call encouraging König to approach and do things to your body that never failed to wake him up with a raging boner. It has been roughly a year and a half since König was promoted to colonel and he was letting a simple operator like you put his position at risk. His hands took a pencil from a red cup he used as penholder and begun writing and doodling absentmindedly on a random white paper to occupy his hands while he waited for the refilled documents to be delivered to him. The distraction was very much needed.

His hands trembled a little as König applied sole pressure on the surface. Memories of your lips moving when you said his name with that sweet voice of yours carried his mind to the moment he felt them against his skin, the delicious feeling of your soft fingertips caressing along the skin of his long neck. The sudden (but expected) erection he got caused the colonel to growl, his other unoccupied hand fisted slamming the table twice before his eyes refocused looking down at the piece of paper he was drawing on. König had doodled a few realistic octopuses wearing crowns along some scribbles of his own name in different letterings and lastly, in the lower right corner of the paper under one of his scribbles was doodled something he has never done before. A human face. Your face. God knows the only thing König was able to draw was his favorite animal and little else... But the memory of your beautiful complexion, your hair, your cute nose, long lashes and scars amongst other things were so clear on his mind his hands carried the tip of the pencil in elegant strokes until he was met by your beautiful face smirking at him from the paper.

"Schau mich nicht so an." (Don't look at me like that.)

Seconds after admiring the doodle before him, the colonel couldn't help but pleasure himself using his memories and the small doodle he made of you as material. It was pathetic, it was disgusting, it was so embarrassing he couldn't help but feel compleat and utter shame and frustration, he couldn't cum... It wasn't enough, it wasn't real. But before he could dwell more on his troubles a quick knock on the door startled him. König quickly thrusted the paper inside one of his drawers, hid his aching cock in the confines of his pants and cleared his throat. "Do come in."

Horangi was back, he was quiet when he placed the paper on the table counter before he confusedly looked around König's table wondering what he was doing since his computer wasn't on and his table was well organized.

"Here uh, here it is." König thanked him with a nod, he sniffed loudly casually picking the paper handed to him, sky eyes scanning across the paper eating up the view of your beautiful calligraphy. But Horangi didn't leave, and that made König look up at him expectantly.

"Something the matter?" He asked. And oh there was plenty Horangi wanted to say and ask, but instead he simply said: "She's with someone else." It was said in a rush, as if Horangi was speaking with a stick shoved up his ass, like he was trying to tame an angry bull.

When König heard this he frowned slowly lowering the paper to his Ikea table's surface that had suffered too many slams to count. "With someone else." He repeats.

Horangi scratches his masked chin, flexes his hands and says "Probably a lover..."

"A lover." König echoes once more as if Horangi was giving him English lessons, his breaths coming a little hard making his mask inflate and deflate on the nose's area.

"Yeah, they were together in her office. Felt like I interrupted something."

König stands up pushing his chair back and leans his body forwards very slowly planting both hands on the table supporting his stance, the other operator leans back intimidated.

"Interrupted something." König blinks rapidly this time sounding demanding.

Horangi nods awkwardly.

"Something? What is 'something'?" His German accent was so pronounced it was almost difficult to understand what he was saying.

"I am not sure..." Horangi muttered, König was silent waiting for him to continue. "...Sex maybe...? They were sweaty, wearing baggy clothes but... In her office and standing too close. Even while she was completing the paperwork you sent-."

"Get out."

The KorTac operator turned back swiftly, rushed off and closed the door with a low thud. He didn't take one full step away before he heard a loud crash followed by a loud thud against the door, it was easy to guess what it could be what smashed the door when he looked downwards and spotted a thin wooden chair leg peeking out the splintered wood of the poor door, the tiny, white wheel at the tip was still rolling.

"Well, she's fucked." Horangi says before walking off.

[misted-dream]

🦢 A WALTZ IN THE DARK ₊˚⊹ ˚ ༘ ⋆

INTERVAL. | to the programme

info . . . content leaving notes like teenagers in love warnings mentions of skipping dinner & smoking w. count 0.4k

series synopsis . . . the first and last time you and doyoung danced together was 5 years ago. 5 years since the mishap that founded your mistrust of him, at least as a duet partner. with the annual swan lake showing rolling around, you think you finally stand a chance to audition for the leads: odette and odile. it's every ballerina's dream to play this role at least once in their career. little do you know, rumour has it that kim doyoung just so happens to be auditioning for the role of prince siegfried this year.

As the weeks went on, you and Doyoung found yourselves spending more nights at the studio than not. Nights would bleed into days, and hours would pass by where you either forgot or didn’t have time to break away to do practically anything, including finding time for dinner. To your surprise, someone took notice of this and decided to do something about it. 

You’d passed by Doyoung countless times in the hallways during these late hours where you’re both pouring heart and soul into your craft. Neither of you ever stopped to make conversation, with the both of you not knowing what to say.  And so, you didn’t.

Doyoung wouldn’t talk to you, but more so communicate through written words. The first time you found a note from him, it was stuck on top of a takeaway box. His penmanship small and neat, words that simply stated: “I ordered extra by accident.” You broke out a small smile as you picked the box off of the floor in front of the door to your room, believing in this accident.

The second time, a similar note on top of a thermos. Inside, a homemade soup that warmed you up in the cool hours of the night.

On another occasion, his note read something a little different. Alongside it was a lunchbox—not a takeaway this time. The note this time basically reprimanding you for smoking after he presumedly caught you on another night, and you couldn’t help but read it in his nagging voice. In the corner of the square piece of paper was a doodle of an angry-looking stickman.

You kept all of the post-it notes, stacking them on top of one another every time you receive a new one.

As you’re lining up the sides of the latest note against the pile you’ve been collecting, you catch a glimpse of your reflection in the studio mirror. A smile that you didn’t even know you’d been wearing appears on your face. Some part of you cursing yourself for feeling like a high schooler receiving love letters. Some part of you cursing him for making you feel this way. 

You tuck the notes into a pocket of your bag and return to practice. Maybe you should return the favour, you wonder. Despite trying as hard as you can, you can’t get the fact that Doyoung is just a hallway across from you the rest of the night.

END OF INTERVAL. BACK TO PROGRAMME

© misted-dream 2024

[ymilksh]

➫ A SCHOLAR'S LOVE (1)

♡theme/warnings: cyno/reader, fluff, slight jealousy

♡summary: cyno is terribly smitten by you. absolutely head over heels. thinks everything about you is great- but has no confidence to actually say it to you. you've picked up on his antics and so has your friend group... so will he stay love-sick, or tell you the truth?

cyno was one of those students that you never fully understood. be it a meeting, get together, or just a study session at the library; he never failed to meet your gaze, yet stayed completely silent. every other person he interacted with made him seem extremely sociable, yet for some reason he couldn't muster a word around you.

you don't remember it always being like this, though. when you first met, he had introduced you to his friend group in the akademiya consisting of a few other boys and got to know you. as time went on, though, he grew a bit distant, keeping you just out of reach.

this confused you greatly. did you do something wrong? maybe he got to know you too well, and was put off by something in your past. you really couldn't put a finger on it!

recently, it seemed he always had something to say to you, but just wouldn't spit it out.

"cyno, what's gotten into you, huh? you said you'd focus on these paragraphs but all i see are desert pyramids." your friend tighnari questioned, pointing to his doodles. you listened in from another table behind them, cyno's chin falling into his hand.

"i don't know, 'nari. lately i've been (...)" his voice gets quiet, and you're unable to hear him. slouching in your chair in defeat, kaveh shouts as his popsicle-stick-hut prototype crumbles on the desk for the 4th time that night.

ignoring his failed project, you ask, "kaveh... have you ever, um...noticed cyno staring at me? i can't figure out why, but i feel like for the past few weeks he's been really itching to tell me something." you whisper to your blond friend, holding your textbook to cover your face.

"y/n, you idiot. didn't i just mention that to you a few days ago?!" he whisper shouted back at you, a shocked expression adorning his face. your memory has greatly failed you, he thinks.

feeling oddly nervous around the white haired student, he'd say, "you know, y/n, that cyno over there's been eyeing you this whole night. i can't help but feel he's just dying to tell you off! what have you done this time?" and more accusations like that.

you sighed, recalling this interaction. he didn't need to say it aloud, kaveh's eyes definitely gave you an 'i told you so.'

despite your friend's cautious approach to cyno's behaviour, something was telling you he had no ill intention when he stared at you. of course, he looked nervous- but his gaze always softened when you looked his way. his red irises lit up right before he'd turn away bashfully, muttering to tighnari as he scribbled on his papers. part of you wondered... what did he really think of you... ?

sitting at your shared study desk, tighnari and cyno talked to each other about their upcoming project while kaveh whined to you about his recent architectural models falling apart. as much as you wanted to pay attention to him- your heart fluttered as you watched cyno talk, his lips moving in such a way that caught your attention instantly. you couldn't tell a word he spoke, but it didn't matter- the sound of his soft voice was enough to relax you.

those three plus al haitham were always with you during school hours. albeit, al haitham liked to sneak away once he got excruciatingly bored of fighting with kaveh, which happened way too often. you'd stifle a laugh at their antics, knowing they didn't truly hate each other.

but the way you'd smile with them...research with them...cyno couldn't help but feel jealous. he was at a loss, really. how could he possibly get your attention if he was too dumbified to speak around you? sure, everyone in your friend group was awkward and shy at times- but he felt so...invisible to you.

tighnari could tell you weren't too good at hiding your interest either. even though he was the sassiest and most blunt in your friend group, he surely wasn't ignorant to his surroundings. if you really weren't aware of cyno's intentions, you wouldn't be meeting his gaze across the table with your cheeks as red as a henna berry.

tighnari knew cyno had one more chance to prove he wasn't a "big whining baby" as he called it; poking fun at his inability to express his true feelings. your birthday was approaching, and you had invited the four of them to a party to celebrate. perfect.

he had a brilliant idea after reading his invitation, consulting cyno on their way out of the library one day. "cyno, don't be alarmed at what i'm about to say, but i'll be your wingman at y/n's party. you just have to promise me to not be so stiff. no one likes someone who doesn't speak their truth, and your staring is going to burn a hole in her face eventually." he scoffed, "she'll definitely reject you then." he rolled his eyes, imagining cyno's pupils shooting lasers at you.

cyno's eyes widened at his words, not aware that his friend knew of this problem. there was no use hiding it now, he supposed, tighnari did hear everything after all. and apparently that included his thoughts.

"i don't know, tighnari. that seems incredibly risky. what if y/n can't be bothered to deal with such a matter on her birthday? i'd surely ruin the day for her if she doesn't feel the same." he sighed. although he had a point, tighnari hummed, thinking of a way to convince him to confess to you.

"you know, cyno, if i had never come up to you and asked to partner up for that project so long ago, you would have never known i was interested in being friends with you. we would still be sitting at different study desks in our spare time." he recalled, slightly waving his tail at the memory.

cyno hummed in agreement; this was true. tighnari had always made the first move in their friendship. though tighnari didn't seem to mind as he was so extraverted, cyno knew you were more similar to himself. if one of you was unsure about the other's intentions, which he was guessing you might be, you'd be stuck boring holes in each others eyes for eons.

"and please, do think of the tension this brings to the friend group. i'm all for slow burn, but this is like those giant ovens in the city's tavern. those things take ages to cook even one of those filled pitas. you're straining your heart, as well as my patience."

"sorry, tighnari. i guess... you might be right. you have brought some new perspective to this situation i suppose." cyno stared ahead of him as they walked out of the library's large doors, other students gathered around the space. "as hopeless as i was a few moments ago, i do believe this will help. how do you plan on making this happen?"

[willowedwisteria]

Summary -> Lovestruck stares <33

Warnings -> NOT PROOFREAD

Featuring -> Itto, Heizou

Genre -> Fluff ofc what

Heizou From you:

Heizou was munching and relishing the fried chicken in his mouth when he caught you staring at him

At first, he was like, "You want this fried chicken don't you 🤨🤨"

Was conflicted between eating it all right in front of you for an amusing reaction or actually sharing it like a good person

It's not as if Heizou is a good person...

But he isn't a bad one either!!!

However, when Heizou actually offers you a part of his fried chicken, at least when he was about to raise his hands up to you, he noticed that... that...

HEARTSTOPPING SMILE ON YOUR FACE??!?!?!?!?!?

It was so relaxed, but at the same time, it made you look as if you were just... enjoying staring at him. The way your hand cupped your cheek, tilting your head to the side, and just grinning at him.

He planned to play a little prank on you, but it seems like the tables have been turned without you even knowing.

"...you want one?"

"Oh, oh! Yeah, thanks,"

The way you just forgot about the chicken after he passes it to you, and continues to gaze at him.

He can't solve the mystery, the mystery of why you have eyes that cause the butterflies in his stomach to multiply.

From him:

It was a really REALLY late night trying to solve this case that had been collecting dust for weeks now.

You had decided a long while ago that you wouldn't disturb him or interrupt him (despite the multiple times that he would strike up a conversation with you while you were reading your book)

It looked more as if you were working instead of him

Usually, he could figure out a case once he gathers all of the information in one place. However, he just can't solve this for some weird reason. It was something he just couldn't put his finger on.

Leaning back into his chair, his head thrown back as he mindlessly stares at the ceiling.

"(Name), I really can't crack this case open :((" He'll whine softly to you

Once he hears soft snores instead of your voice, Heizou will glance at you and the realization finally hits him. Your body was slumped over with your arms used as a cushion to rest your head.

Strolling over to you, he'll peer over your shoulder to see you trying to solve part of the case with him. You got a little distracted and started to doodle though...

Whether it was a stickman version of him holding your hand or multiple smiley faces adorning the piece of paper your body clamped against the table - it was all such an adorable sight.

A soft sigh escapes him, it was almost as if he could regain his energy just by being with you alone.

Sloppily picking up a pencil - vision a blur due to how exhausted his body was, Heizou finishes the other half of your heart and writes both of your initials inside of the heart.

Brushing through your hair before interlocking his fingers with yours, a silent "I love you" was passed to you as he continues to just gaze at your sleeping figure.

Once you wake up, you'll be surprised to see Heizou sleeping right next to you, mumbling in his own sleep your name the moment you try to move away.

Itto From you:

Practically bathing in your attention

Is not in the slightest bit embarrassed by it at all. In fact, he enjoys putting a smile on your face

During one of his performances, he watched as you continued to giggle and laugh at him, how you genuinely cheered for him during the performance and the way you were so invested in the story and looked out for his gang.

AND WHEN I TELL YOU THAT THE ARATAKI GANG WAS ITTO'S WINGMEN, I MEAN IT.

How could they miss it? How lovestruck you were with their boss was something that they couldn't ignore! You made their boss so happy too

Before the performance, I bet there was a lot of teasing going on.

"Oh, look who's here, it's (Name) boss!!"

"Really?!" Itto will peek his head out of the curtain to spot you in the crowd. "Then I have to look extra good tonight! We've gotta put on an AWESOME show for them!"

Cheeks brushed with pink, he won't be able to resist that boost in motivation and mood once he sees you.

"Boss! Boss! I heard (Name) was planning to give a kiss to their favorite performer." Stuff like that was being passed around like wildfire in the Arataki gang.

You had no idea what was going on backstage.

At the end of the performance, he'll just drop his props and just sprint to you. Picking you up by the waist and lifting you in the air, repetitively asking if he impressed you or not.

Once you finally let your feet touch the ground, you peck him on the cheek which gives him your answer.

Just peppers your face with kisses after that, no context or reason at all.

From him:

Poor Arataki Itto, bedridden with a stomach ache that feels like a punch to the gut.

How was he supposed to know that the bowl of food that you conveniently left out in the open - that you had asked him to take care of - had beans in them???

What a shame, he had so much planned for the day (no he didn't.)

Kuki should be taking care of his gang right now, but even he can feel the heartache and misery without him around. He can just sense their despair on his "death" bed.

The gang bought a few gifts for him to wish for a speedy recovery, but you didn't even allow him to touch them yet!! What do you mean a dancing cactus won't help him get better :((

You stroke his hair, running your fingers through his untidy hair. Honestly, you weren't used to seeing him without his usual perfect hair-do. Without his signature grin and outfit, he seemed like a completely different person.

"Jeez," your fingers brush against his cheek, "Please be more careful. I told you to take care of that can, not eat the whole thing..."

You turn your back to him, rummaging through bags to see where Kuki had left the medicine she bought recently.

Itto can't help but chuckle at you, taking such good care of him. He assumed you would be mad at him, but you're just worried for his well-being.

He really, really appreciates the time and effort you put into taking care of him. With how hyper he is, Itto feels like jumping out of bed and snuggling up against you - but you would definitely remind him that he needs to rest.

You really care so much for him. Just, wow.

While you reading the instructions Kuki left for you, you glance at Itto out of worry for him and realize he's staring at you. You blink once and try to focus your gaze on the sheet of paper, but the words become jumbled and incoherent.

Blinking again, you look at him with flushed cheeks. A pillow is suddenly pressed against his face for a second, "Go to sleep or something!"

That was a desperate attempt to hide how red your face probably was.

Taglist -> @under-a-starry-night, @yourfaveisblack, @bardisipatos, @callmemeelah, @kithewanderingme, @pale-value, @bamboowritess/@bamboowritess, @uchihaeirin, @karmawonders, @lunavixia, @anfre109, @ly-archives, @zuyoo, @pimacolada-lulu, @bimboing, @gallantys, @swaggyb0ke, @borbsbirbs, @shizunxie, @tiffthescales, @genshin-impacts-me, @keithsaccount, @mkaella, @mentallyunpresent, @alicehasdrowned, @franc-1-s, @no-regrets-just-confusion, @christmaspickl, @lunalily19, @vvyeislazzy

[askanimperviouspeach]

Hi, I’m not sure if you remember me, I was the person who roleplayed with you on this account, I wanted to check in and say hi and hru

I AM OK, ALIVE, AND VERY SORRY!!! I am SO sorry for the inactivity and for basically ghosting the rp. I recently moved, and it was hell. then a year later we moved again, into a lesser hell but still hell. then a few months later another move but into our dream home! Busy is the biggest factor in why I went poof, be gone. to be completely honest, i have been going through the worst of art blocks. its now lasted a year and is still affecting me mentally, i had left art college because pursuing art as a job just... it really fucked me up ngl. Lately, it HAS been slowly getting better, as now our family in a more stable and amazing house (that i find frogs in the backyard every night, its literally heaven on earth) i've been able to recover No, my family life isnt unstable, no we arent financially destitute, and nO i dont have any mentally debilitating conditions (none that i can see and never been diagnosed). I say this so no one is disillusioned, I just had a long rough patch and consciously knew i had been neglecting my blogs, i just couldn't figure out how to get back into it. Procrastination really to you specifically, redzirpinkasmt, i am deeply sorry for falling off like that. There is no excuse. I know how annoying and maybe even scary it is to have a rp partner suddenly disappear, to be frank i didn't even know you responded. thats how out of it I was and i wont let that happen again, everyone at least gets a small message to ensure them they are heard and not ignored from now on. And im grateful you checked in i think thats very sweet and thoughtful.

Now finally, as the blog itself i have no idea if i will be continuing it. i want to. but I dont know if i will commit. when i first started it i never imagined this could be so demanding. and i guess im the one who made it demanding, lol. i have a tendency to make things harder on myself than need be. but should i start posting, things are gonna be D I F F E R E N T LIKE, VERY DIFFERENT. and WAY more laid back, with no exact timeline. The blog may have been neglected but the characters have been thought about a lot. VERY different, but I like them now. to give you guys a taste, ripper is no longer the bad guy. its morally ok to simp for her now/lol. anyway, ive been meaning to make this update for a long time but didnt have it in me. a few weeks ago, this would have had me sobbing. now im doing better and realizing that this should be a fun lil thing to do on the side. maybe ill start posting doodles or lil text stories, make this blog more casual. i dont know yet, but what i do know is that im very grateful for those who stuck around, and those who still send asks and like my stuff. IF i continue the blog, the asks i have in my inbox WILL be answered, dont worry. but they will be answered by the newer versions of these characters, the "rebooted" I'll call em. Anyways, thank you all and i wish you all a good night/day. also, gem galaxies controversy has led me to not play that game anymore. wont get into it now as this post is long enough but yeah, thought i should mention that

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

15 people, 15 questions

I was tagged by @firefly-party, thank you 😊 ❤️

1. Are you named after anyone?

One of my first names is the same as that of a great aunt (my granddad's sister) who died as a child, but that was a coincidence according to my parents. 

2. When was the last time you cried?

At my grandfather's funeral some three weeks ago. I cry super easily, though, it's my standard emotional overwhelm response.

3. Do you have kids?

Yes, one. She just turned 5. ❤️

4. What sports do you play/have played?

Riding, equestrian vaulting and Judo as a kid, and then I had a really intense fitness/gym phase in my 20s. Lately just kid wrangling. 😅

5. Do you use sarcasm?

So much! Sometimes ppl will look at me and be like “really? 😳”

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Their sense of humor. 

7. What’s your eye color?

Hazel.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Both? Both. Both is good?

9. Any talents?

I'm good with words, I think? 😅

Generally, I have an elephant memory for languages and texts. I played the Viola in my school's production of Twelfth Night and had my text down in a week or so. I also still know poems and shit from first grade.

10. Where were you born?

Germany

11. What are your hobbies?

Laptop. My hobby is just laptop. 

Joking aside: reading, writing, all the artsy stuff (doodling, painting, crafting, knitting, photography … you name it, I've probably tried it)

12. Do you have any pets?

Four cats. 

And also one elderly cockatiel lady. 

13. How tall are you?

172cm

14. Favorite subject in school?

English and German 

15. Dream job?

Being paid to write smutty fanfic would be a dream. 🤣

But I actually do like the job I have, for the most part. I'm in internal communications, so I do a lot of text creation and always know the hottest gossip about what's going on in our company.

15 no-pressure tags:

@house-of-the-moving-image, @medusapelagia, @theheadlessphilosopher, @cranberrymoons, @rainbow-nerdss, @t-boyeddie, @rozzieroos, @lexirosewrites, @becomingfoxes, @farahsamboolents, @griefabyss69, @matchingbatbites, @ithinkicouldloveher, @pukner, @penny00dreadful

[greedbent]

An innocent envelope waits atop Kaz’s desk. Attached to the outside is a single rose: thorns still intact along the stem, with petals as black as night and speckled with subtle flecks of silver that make the bloom shimmer even in the dimmest light. His name is written on the front in a delicate, looping script. Along with small doodles of flowers and birds in the margins, the letter inside bears the same writing:

Kaz, I hope this letter finds you well! The shop has been keeping me especially busy lately. A few weeks ago I received a special order that required growing some rare breeds of flowers; I swear, I have spent all hours of every day since in the greenhouse, working hard to make sure that every flower is perfect! Of course, the effort was well worth the end result. These roses made me think of you the moment they bloomed, so I simply had to send one to you. I do hope it has made its way to you safe and sound.   I know you are also quite busy, but I would love to see you again soon. I am nearly finished with a new painting—perhaps I could show you, when you can spare the time? If it is not too much trouble, of course.  Please take care of yourself.  ~ Spring

@howthesleeplesswander || screaming crying throwing up

The first thing Kaz Brekker felt was foolish.

Like he was some poor young sod gawking at women in the street, tripping over himself when one looked his way, burning bright red in the face as she giggled and passed him by. He felt bare. He felt exposed. He felt unnatural, as if his coat wasn’t hanging right, one sleeve too long or too short, one little thread out of place that he just couldn’t find. He felt . . . in that barest flicker of a moment, less like Dirtyhands and more like Kaz Rietveld: that boy off the farm; that boy who had been so naive, so innocent, so blind—

All because of a damn rose sitting there on his desk.

He swore the thing would’ve been giggling wryly at him—just like the women at the Menagerie—if it could. Somehow, he wondered if the silence was worse. —just as much as he wondered how utterly insane he had to be to wish flowers could talk.

Like he said: He felt foolish.

When Kaz set foot in the Crow Club, Rotty had told him a message was waiting for him. When Kaz had asked what it was or who it was from, the man had pursued all manner of distractions to excuse himself, mumbled something quick about it being better that Kaz see it himself, that he didn’t want to intrude— Basically, a whole blundering bunch of useless information that eventually ended with Kaz doing just that: seeing what the podge was blithering about and what sort of bomb was waiting for him in his office.

Well, he hadn’t been too far off the mark. It wasn’t a bomb, but the way Kaz froze in his steps and lingered there in the doorway would make anyone think that was the case. Eventually, he at least had the mind to shut the door behind him. And, another eventually, he made his way over to the desk on pathetically cautious steps he was glad no one was around to witness wobbled.

He read the note. And then he read it again. And then a third time, in case the first two weren’t enough. Somewhere in the process, Kaz had taken a seat, and as his eyes pored over that elegant, beautiful script, his fingers idled on the rose’s stem. The thorns didn’t bother him through the gloves. And even if they did, he was sure he wouldn’t have noticed. 

I would love to see you again.

He tarried on—no, he stumbled over—that phrase with each pass.

Please take care of yourself.

A similar effect, surely. Though, for some reason, the sentiment summoned an amused little twitch to his lips, that which nearly bled into a full smile by the time he’d finished what could have been the tenth reread. Kaz almost folded the letter back up, thumb gliding gingerly over one edge, but he hesitated. He glanced back at the fittingly black flower—These roses made me think of you. . . . That foolish hum of something not-so-novel, but old and nearly forgotten warmed his skin: maybe, just maybe, his cheeks, specifically.

But, foolish or not, Kaz let the letter rest open on his desk.

He leaned back with flower in hand, perusing—no, memorizing—the petals like they were a very part of the girl who gave them to him.

And he decided, tomorrow, to everyone else but her, he’d be occupied.

[valentijnsstuff]

I really thought last week was gonna be chill but I overdid it again huh

Monday. Go to therapy, middle aged therapist asked how my date went that I was so nervous for two weeks ago. Tell her it was a huge dissapointment, but that its a funny story to tell. Do work. Text friends. Productive day.

Tuesday my dad comes over for lunch. He fixes some stuff he doesn't like in my house, without me having asked. We go for a walk, talk about jobs. A guy comes over for an intake to be my volunteer. He is a bit posh, but he is gay, ace and funny, and he thinks helping me is a fun way to do volunteer work. Go to queer focused trans support group in the evening. See some of the homies. Do my best to sit and listen, doodle drawings for my next porn comic. End up flirting with handsome transman from Italy.

Wednesday morning I go to my GP. I'm greeted with 'Wow buddy we heard you got into crisis treatment?' (yeh I was suicidal haha) 'You say that so matter-of-factly'. Have a meeting for a big gig in november. Spend the rest of the day chilling in bed, but also finishing work for comic deadline. Go to a transman support group in the evening. Get overwhelmed, bc I've been too productive.

Thursday I feel hungover, partly from taking half a Quetiapine. Try to mentally ready myself for the evening, because I'm giving a drag workshop with other drag artists. We have an interesting group of seniors and young people, everyone is shy but very excited about doing drag. A transmasc I matched on a dating app once is there, we flirt a lil. I go home and stay up way to late to take pictures of my make up.

Friday morning I skip therapy, because I am too hungover from the workshop, and everything before it. Spend the day purposefully aknowledging how miserable my body feels. Have a sleepy date night with poly girl. She cooks, we rewatch hungergames and cuddle. I am a bit put off by her boundless energy, but I regain some of mine as soon as the make out sessions start. Hot queer sex ensues.

Saturday morning, wake up in poly girls bed. Get up with them, but the sleepyness overtakes me and I go back to bed to take nap. They come and cuddle me when I wake up, it's nice and we both express how at ease we feel with eachother. I go home and get ready to chill, bc tonight is the big night in terms of a prestigious job that I have lined up. I give a workshop at a national museum for museum night. Everything goes really well, its a huge success, I get a lot of praise from the people I work with. But trough the rushed nature of the evening, I feel very flighty the whole time, and a bit scared I am going to crash really hard. Still totally worth it.

Wake up from a nightmare sunday morning. Ultimately I feel a lot less hangover than I thought I would. Get myself freshed up and go to poly girls house, because they are having a friend hangover. Immediately get infodumped on, now I do feel hungover. Two more poly people show up. Everyone watches me draw them as furries. We have a big cuddlepuddle, I get kinda sleepy and horny. I ask poly bestie if she'd like some when the others leave (she says yes). I'm a bit cautious, bc past partners never wanted to have sex twice a week. We have a good time, but when I go home, I somehow still feel horny. Spend the whole evening pent up, especially when having a call with the longer distance transman I have been flirting with for a few months.

(Bonus) Monday, sleep out till late, go to therapy. Have a fun session explaining my lore to a younger therapist who is a huge trans ally. I stick around the therapy building to do work, because it's a nice place to sit, with a garden. Have dinner at the house of a newly made poly friends. They are a huge nerd, who keeps telling me they are demi, but then continuesly flirts at me. They open the door with 'my other transmasc friend would definitely have sex with you' (hi buddy good to see you too). We chat about childhood stuff and make pizzas. At some point they propose cuddles and watching show, bc they know I like cuddling. We watch scavengers reign, and I somewhat taken aback how intimate they cuddle, but I act casual. We talk about our definitions of queer sex dynamics, while they are wrapped around my leg with theirs 😳 at some point we tickle fight 😳😳 before I go I mention I think I smell, they push their face into my armpit 😳😳😳 (can it get any gayer) I now have flustered feelings about all this. I dream about having sex with a transman later that night.

[reynold-eckhart-supremacy]

I haven't done an intro post yet, so I'm just going to put a VADD fanfic I wrote to start off. It contains spoilers-- actually I may accidentally drop spoilers after completely forgetting that there exist people that haven't read the Villains are Destined to Die Novel, so BEWARE.

Also, I'm a Reynold stan -- this account is dedicated to him -- but if you want to send asks for another fanfic (you probably won't since my writing is nothing special and you're about to see that for yourself), I can do that for you too.

Lastly, if you actually read my fanfics or even just look at my blogs in general, take some of this: ❤❤❤❤❤. I'll pray you get to meet your very own Reynold in life. Here, I'll even bless your eyes right here and now for reading this far --

Anyway, here it is. My fanfic I mean. Kinda weird but ok:

Late at night, when the moon was high in the sky, Reynold quietly snuck into the palace through the secret path he had discovered. Determined to have some fun and meet his niece after what felt like years but was actually only a few hours, he tiptoed through the corridors until he reached Judy's room. Why did he have to do this, you ask? The answer is simple. He had been banned from entering the imperial palace after getting caught a week ago teaching Judith how cigarette kisses were done by Duke Eckhart. He insisted the former Duke was lying, but then Judy started asking Penelope to cigarette kiss her and who else could teach her that, honestly. Side note, Callisto cigarette kisses Penelope later, except with candy… I'll write about this later. REDO--

Late at night, when the moon was high in the sky, Reynold quietly snuck into the palace through the secret path he had discovered. Determined to have some fun and meet his niece after what felt like years, he tiptoed through the corridors until he reached Judy's room. They had planned to meet the previous night when he snuck in for the first time after being banned from entering the imperial palace by his sister yet again. He brushed his bangs to the side, thinking about how unfair it was that literally anyone could come and see his niece at any time but he couldn't and whispered a curse. "Dammit. Damn my fucking life." Ok, maybe it was more than just a curse. Feeling a little better, he quietly pushed the door open.

Judy, who was wide awake and waiting for him, greeted him with a cute smile. "Uncle Reynold, you're here!" she whispered excitedly.

Reynold put his finger to his lips, signaling her to keep quiet, feeling excited about seeing his niece. Nobody could separate them. "Shhh, we have to be sneaky," he whispered back. "I learned something cool earlier and thought to share it with you, Judy." he said, entering her room and closing the door behind him.

Judy's eyes sparkled with anticipation. She loved their secret night-time adventures..

Reynold pulled out a small notebook from his pocket, flipping it open to a page filled with doodles and funny drawings. "Tonight, my dear Judy, we're going to learn the ancient art of speaking in silly accents," he declared, smiling his stupidly cuter that Judy's grin.

Judy giggled, covering her mouth to stifle the sound. "Silly accents? Like what, Uncle?"

Reynold cleared his throat dramatically and began speaking in a comically exaggerated accent. "Well, my darling niece, we shall start with the renowned 'Penguin Accent.' You must speak as if you have a beak and waddle around like a penguin. Watch me!"

And, on that note, Reynold actually demonstrated his best penguin impersonation, waddling around the room and flapping his arms. Judy burst into laughter, unable to contain her amusement.

Meanwhile, Penelope, who had been woken by a nightmare, sensed that something was amiss. Concerned for her daughter's well-being, she quietly approached Judy's room, with Callisto trailing behind.

As they opened the door, they were greeted by a sight that made them both gasp in surprise. There was Reynold, wearing a silly penguin hat and speaking in an outrageous accent, while Judy mimicked his actions, laughing uncontrollably.

Penelope's jaw dropped in utter shock, but quickly recovered and gritted her teeth in annoyance while Callisto couldn't help but smile at the absurdity of the situation.

"Reynold. Eckhart." she hissed through her teeth.

Caught off guard, Reynold froze mid-waddle, his face turning beet-red. "Uh. P-Penelope! Th-that… this… this isn't what you think it is, I… We were just having a bit of fun, you know… teaching Judy some… unique skills!," he stammered, trying to find an explanation.

"You were banned from entering the palace because your personality was rubbing off on her!! If you were going to visit-- Wait how did you even get here?!"

"Uh… that's…"

Penelope crossed her arms, clearly pissed. She was joyed at the fact that she was greeted by the sight of her daughter laughing with pure joy and having great fun, but Reynold was not as welcome. The things he taught her were simply outrageous, and her daughter was only five, so she didn't know any better and shared all the things Reynold taught her with all sorts of people, and Reynold didn't always teach her things like penguin dances and accents -- Penelope had worked so hard to make Callisto's foul mouth disappear so that their daughter would be more proper than that, but a month ago, the butler informed the both of them that little Judy was going around asking every staff member in the palace what 'a hell' was! The more she thought about it, the more annoyed Penelope became.

Callisto, sensing this placed a hand on Penelope's shoulder.

"It's alright, my Empress. At least Judy's having fun. We should increase secur---"

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"

He was interrupted the the sound of a scream filling the room, and the both of them, who were just gazing at each other, turned their heads in Reynold's direction.

"WHAT THE F**** ARE YOU DOING IN FRONT OF YOU FIVE YEAR OLD CHILD?!" he yelled, horrified, and at this, Judy starting screaming too.

~ And that, children is how Reynold Eckhart died at the tender (?) age of 30 years old ~

Wait it probably doesn't make sense to say this here, but I'm Adeline. Call me Ally!