#managed to add a few details in this drawing but the one that i want to point out:

[theaprilcot]

Pink + White — Frank Ocean

[artinandwritin]

I forgot to post this haha (that's what being too busy with animation brings you oops) but anyway!! Older gussiri designs bc I think they deserved that (they did have designs in my mind but I had never made a reference for them haha)

Plus some notes on what they're up to at that age! They're so silly <333

[goquokka00]

Hellooooo! Can I request bangchan x innocent!reader? Kind of like corruption kink, also, reader is a virgin. And can you pls pls pls add some overstimulation plss? Sending love 🩷🩷

Oh, definitely!!! Took me a bit to get actual good ideas and decide the flow and all that, but I think this one turned out really well. Hope it's what you were picturing 💗💗💗

Corruption

Summary: Chan was always aware of how innocent his step sister was. He was also aware of how good of a student she was, too. It always managed to feed into his imagination, and it didn't help that you were his ideal type. So imagine his surprise when he found the perfect blackmail to get his precious little sister to do whatever he wanted.

Pairing: Step Bro! Bangchan X Step Sis! Reader (F!)

Genre: Smut (MDNI!)

Warnings: Stepcest, Chan is manipulative, Reader is gullible, a little bit of bullying kinda? but they're step siblings so they're gonna pick on each other anyway, mentions of masturbation, nipple play, oral sex (f! receiving), fingering, dirty talk, p in v sex, unprotected penetrative sex (please wrap it before you tap it everyone), squirting, overstimulation, 100% 18+ (seriously like if you're a minor don't read pls and thank you <3)

Word Count: 5.3K

The first time Chan had ever met you was when his mom decided to have you and your dad over for dinner. At that point in time, your parents had been together for about a year and had finally deemed that it was time for you both to meet.

Now, Chan had been fully aware that his mom's boyfriend had a daughter. He knew that you were extremely kind and sweet, as his mom put it, and that you were a very good student. He had also found out that you were younger than him by about 6 years.

He was NOT warned about how beautiful you were. The second you had walked into his home, your crop top and very short shorts hugging your body in all of the right places, a sweatshirt tied around your waist as you took off your sandals and straightened your bangs out and tightened your ponytail...he already knew he was fucked.

You were the definition of his ideal type. A perky chest, curves, thick thighs...someone who was extremely kind and considerate, and wanted nothing more than to just help out where they could...god, you were perfect.

That night, during dinner, you paid attention to every detail him or his mom had said. What his interests were, what his mom liked in children, rules that they had in the household, and so much more. You took all of that information in and remembered it. Every question you were asked was answered with such...perfect answers.

How were your grades? All A's, with a few B's, but nothing too extreme.

What were you majoring in? No clue, you were just focusing on generals at a local community college until you figured out the career path you wanted to take.

What were some of your favorite hobbies? Writing, reading, drawing, sometimes even going on walks or going to the library to study on fascinating topics.

What chores did you usually do? Anything that had to be done, but you weren't a fan of doing the dishes because of the small bits of food that would touch your hand and scare the crap out of you.

You were like an angel from heaven. Even after dinner, when Chan and his mom were cleaning up, you offered to help dry dishes and tidy up a bit. It was unbelievable.

You were unbelievable.

Eventually, over the years, Chan got to know you better. And he got to understand that you were, in fact, innocent. You didn't know anything about sex, you didn't cuss, you went to church with your dad every Sunday at 9am, you've never done drugs or drank alcohol, and you had beliefs that prevented you from doing any wrong.

Upon finding this out, Chan realized something that stirred within him. He wanted to taint you. He wanted to corrupt you, make you the farthest thing from innocent. He fantasized about it, thinking up ideas on how he'd be able to get you to succumb to him. But he never acted on it.

But that feeling lingered. And it only got worse when your dad and his mom got married, which resulted in him and his mom moving in with you and your dad. Your house was bigger, anyway. It could easily fit the two of them.

But God, those feelings of wanting to corrupt you got so much worse. He was around you so much more often, seeing you do tasks so...seductively. And you weren't even trying to.

One time, the remote to the TV fell underneath the couch while you and him were watching an anime series. You had instantly got to the ground, got on all fours, and reached underneath the couch to grab the remote. And in the process, Chan got a whole view of your ass. Your perfect ass in those gym shorts, your pussy outlined just enough to give him ideas.

There was another time you had been doing laundry, and was just switching the loads around. Chan just happened to walk by when he saw you bent over in an oversized t-shirt, the only thing covering your cunt being your panties as you swapped loads.

What Chan wouldn't do to give you his.

It got to the point where Chan couldn't help but steal your panties when it was his turn to do the laundry and jerk off with it. It felt like the only way he'd ever get to even have you. Breathing in what your pussy could smell like, maybe even putting your panties in his mouth to try and get a taste...

It was getting bad. Chan knew he'd have to do something at this point. He had to get you, he had to have you. But how? You were perfect, you did no wrong. And you would NEVER just...do it because he wanted it.

Well, luckily for Chan, an opportunity presented itself.

See, you were in college. Both of you were, which was why both of you still lived at home. Better than the dorms, much better.

Because you were in college, you had to take a very important test for your major, known as the Literary Composition Exam, or the LCE. You had spent weeks studying for this test. You'd spend hours locked up in your room, going over every little bit of material that was available to you, doing whatever it took to make absolute certain that you passed.

Except...you didn't.

For whatever reason, when you went to take the exam, the material wasn't the same as the stuff you had studied. And so, while some of it was the same, you did your best to answer everything correctly.

But when you received the test today, you had seen that you had failed it. Miserably. Your heart sank, even as you took it out of your backpack once you got home. How were you supposed to tell your parents? You...you couldn't. You refused to share that with them.

You gently placed the test face down on your desk, putting a few papers over it before going to the bathroom. Maybe...maybe a warm shower would help melt that stress away.

But as you were taking a shower, Chan had gone into your room. It was his turn to do the laundry this week and was going and collecting all of the dirty clothing from each room. Your room was the last Chan had to go to, and then he could get all of the loads started.

But as he went to your closet, he noticed a paper underneath some others. It looked like all marked up, and he couldn't help but be curious. Weren't you supposed to get your results back for your LCE today?

Chan took that moment, reaching for the paper and sliding it out from under the others. Instantly, his eyes widened. This...this was your test. This was the test that you had spent weeks studying for, and you...you failed it. Chan couldn't believe his eyes as he grazed over all of the pen marks.

You, the perfect, most innocent daughter in your parents' eyes, had failed one of the most important tests that you'd ever have to take in your college career.

It was remarkable. Chan couldn't take his eyes off of it, looking at each question you had gotten wrong. There were so many...you usually aced every test that you ever took...EVER. Seeing how much you had gotten wrong was just insane.

And that...was when you walked back into your room.

You had changed into a sweatshirt and some gym shorts, your hair dried and in a ponytail. You had your dirty clothes in your hands, and had just wanted to lay down. But instead, you were met with the sight of Chan in your room, your failed LCE in his hands. Immediately, your heart dropped.

"Chan, what are you doing in my room?!" You were frantic, throwing your clothes to the side as you tried to reach for your test. But just before you could reach it, Chan held it out of your reach, raising a brow.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, I just wanted to look your test over. It's pretty interesting." Chan spoke. He went back to it, flipping through the endless pages. "It's not every day I get to see that you managed to fail anything, let alone one of the most important tests in your entire college career."

"Chan!"

"What, I'm just saying." Chan shrugged, continuing to keep your test away from you. You weren't amused, going to him and reaching for it, practically climbing onto his body to try and get the test from him.

"This isn't funny, give that test back!"

"No way, this is legendary."

"Chan, seriously!"

"I'm being serious! I already said I want to look at it, why are you so desperate to get...it...back...oh my god." Suddenly, Chan realized something. It was why you were so desperate to get that test back. "You haven't told mom and dad yet."

"No, and I really don't want to." God, just the idea of your parents finding out that you had completely bombed the single most important test in your entire college career made you sick to your stomach. But Chan? Oh, this gave him leverage. Something to hang over your head, to potentially use against you.

It couldn't be more perfect.

"You're not going to tell them? Really?" Chan raised a brow, looking back to the test. It was only for a moment, before he looked back at you, a smirk on his face. "Then I guess I'll have to break the news to them-"

"NO!" It was one thing for you to have to tell your parents, but if Chan told them first...? Oh, it'd be hell on earth.

"Well, they can't not know, Y/n."

"Yes, they can! There's a retake next month, and I'll be extra sure to pass this time, just...they can't know!"

"I don't know...keeping things from our parents is so...wrong, don't you think?" Chan then turned, starting to go towards the door. "I'm going to go and show them this. Keeping secrets is bad."

"Chan, please no!" Like that, you were wrapping your arms around his torso, holding him there in an attempt to keep him from leaving your room. He couldn't leave, or he'd tell. "Please...I-I'll do anything."

Oh, you shouldn't have said that. You really shouldn't have said that.

Chan slowly turned, not believing his ears. For a moment, his dick twitched, slowly starting to betray him as he looked at you, your eyes shining and begging him to stay and not go. To not tell your parents. Was this finally it? Was he getting the chance he had craved for so long?

"...anything?"

"Anything." You confirmed it, right then and there. You were really willing to do anything in order to keep Chan from blabbing to your parents. This was it. This was finally what Chan had craved for forever.

And he couldn't wait.

"Well then, I guess we can figure something out, can't we?" Chan said, handing you your test. You quickly took it back, moving to hide it once more. And you were going to hide it even better than you had. "I'll keep my mouth shut up until you've retaken the test and pass. But you have to do something for me, too."

"Okay, and that is...?" You asked, turning around. You weren't sure what Chan had up his sleeve, but you had said you'd do anything to keep the horrible grades a secret. You always kept your promises too, which Chan was very aware of. And so, he'd have to be careful about how he went about this.

"See, I was asked by a friend to do some research on how to best please a girl." God, he sounded so stupid. He sounded completely and utterly stupid. "And while porn exists and yada yada yada, I want to make sure that all of the techniques actually work. And since you said you'd do anything to keep this whole test thing a secret, I was thinking you could help me out. A favor for a favor."

Please work, please work, please work, please work, please work, please-

"Um, well I guess when you put it that way...I wouldn't mind, I suppose..." You bought it. Holy fucking shit, you bought it. Chan couldn't even believe his ears. "But I've never really...done anything like it before, so I don't have a preference."

"Oh, well...that's okay. I was thinking that maybe we could give some stuff a shot. Y'know, field test a bit." Keep squeezing the orange, Chan. He was so close; he was practically salivating at this point. "Obviously if you get uncomfortable, we can stop, but I just really want to help out my friend, you know? And you would really help me out in return."

Well, if that was the case, then you could understand why Chan wanted your help so bad. You were like a fly caught in his web at this point. He was simply asking for your help, and you trusted him.

"I mean, if it'll help out, then I guess I don't see the problem in it." Bingo. Chan couldn't believe that had actually worked. He thought you would've called him gross, that step siblings shouldn't do that kind of stuff. Part of him wanted to question you, figure out if you were serious or not. But it was only a small one.

He worked hard for this. He wasn't just about to give it up.

"Alright, then do you think you could clear up some time tonight? That way we can have plenty of time." Reality? Your parents were both leaving to be out of town around 5pm. They wouldn't be back until a few days later.

"Oh, yeah. That makes sense." God, just how gullible were you? Gullible enough to make Chan's cock throb, it seemed.

All he had to do was wait.

||

It took about 3 whole hours for your parents to actually leave. And while they only left thirty minutes behind schedule, it felt like hell on earth for Chan. He wanted nothing more than to get into your panties, play with you for hours and make you writhe and squirm and cry.

Chan wanted to make absolutely certain that they wouldn't be in the house, though. If your parents found out about this, he'd be in a whole world of trouble. Both of you would be.

And so, he waited a whole extra hour, watching the Life360 that your parents had forced you both onto, making sure they were far enough away to where he knew they weren't going to turn around. And once he was sure, he walked to your room and knocked on the door, stepping inside.

"Hey, you got some free time?" Chan walked inside, seeing you laying on your bed. You were only in an oversized shirt, thigh high socks, and panties, scrolling through your phone. God, just the outline of your cunt got Chan riled all over again.

"Yeah, what's up?" You asked, turning. You were so adorable, it hurt. Chan stepped inside more, gently shutting the door before walking over to you, before sitting on your bed.

"I was wondering if we could start trying stuff out. Figure out what pleases you best." Chan said, watching your face light up as you remembered what he was talking about.

"Oh, okay. Sure." You said, moving to sit up. Chan smiled, moving a bit so you'd have some room. "What exactly are we starting with?"

"Well, I wanted to start with playing around with your breasts a bit. I've heard that feels nice." Chan said, his hands fidgeting with themselves. They wanted to be on your body so badly. Finally touch something that was so pure.

"Okay." The second you gave him permission, Chan's hands were on you. He started by cupping the flesh through the shirt, gently massaging them as he watched you closely. Your breathing had hitched, your eyes watching what he was doing. But it was when he looked back down that his blood ran down to his cock.

"You...you aren't wearing a bra...?" Chan couldn't believe his eyes. Your nipples were perked, practically poking themselves through the shirt you had on.

"Well, yeah. Bras aren't that comfortable, so..." You just shrugged, before gasping as Chan brushed over them. He moved his thumbs back and forth against them, moving to pinch them gently. That got a whine out of you, and it was such a beautiful sound.

"Jesus...that feels nice?" Chan asked, watching you nod. That was good, and to him, an indication to go further. He carefully moved your shirt up, taking it off to see your bare chest in all of it's glory.

It was gorgeous. Nipples perky and stiff, your flesh round and supple. It was everything Chan could've wanted plus more. And when he touched your skin, it was so soft... it was soft and delicate and so perfect.

Every time his fingers flicked, pinched or messed with your nipples, you'd whine and squirm a bit, the sight always going straight to his dick. He was so hard, he wanted nothing more than to just flip you over and fuck you right then and there. But he wanted to take his time, too.

And that's what he did.

He moved his head down, eventually taking one of your breasts into his mouth, using his tongue to flick against your nipple and sucking on your skin. The feeling of it caused you to moan, arching your back into him more.

"Ch-Chan..." Oh, you moaning his name made him want to scream. He was so hard, you were so perfect, everything about this situation was perfect.

He eventually pulled off, looking up at you as he continued to mess around with your chest, giving you a cheeky smile. He knew what he was doing felt good.

"Good?"

"M-Mhm..."

"Mhm?" Chan couldn't help but laugh a bit, finding your reaction adorable. But he wanted to take things further. Just a little bit. "Can we go further? Want me to make you feel even better?"

"Ye...Yeah...Yes..."

"Alright...go ahead and lay down then."

As you laid down, Chan was finally able to see your panties for the first time. They were pink with white paw prints, a tiny little white bow on the front. They were so cute on you, practically signaling how innocent you truly were. And when Chan got himself between your legs, spreading your legs apart, he noticed the wet patch laying right over your cunt.

"Look at that...already so wet, and it's all for me..." Chan licked his lips, taking a hand off of your leg to your clothed pussy. Slowly, agonizingly so, he placed his pointer right where your clit should be, bringing it down to your hole. It was feather light, and it caused you to whine and squirm. "That feel nice? I bet it does, you're getting wetter by the second."

He wasn't wrong, unfortunately. That wet spot got bigger the more he spoke, the more he barely touched you. It was agonizing, yeah, but god, it was amazing, too.

Chan admired it for a moment. One of the many panties he'd steal were right here on your body, forming one of the largest wet patches he'd ever seen in his life. It was wrong. But god, did he not care. He didn't care in the slightest.

He eventually leaned his head down, pressing a kiss right onto your mound, breathing in your smell. Musky, but so so sweet. And once that was committed to memory, he figured it was time to get rid of the panties and see the real thing.

"Let's get these off of you, huh?" Chan's hands moved as he spoke, hooking around your panties and bringing them down your body, his eyes not leaving yours once until the panties were completely off. And the second he saw you, his everything stopped. His brain, his heart...the only thing that was working was his dick, and that thing was throbbing.

You were beautiful. It was the cutest little pussy Chan had ever seen in his life, glistening wet. And when he spread your folds open, he was met with a pink that rivaled the panties you had on. Not to mention how your hole was clenching, and your clit was peeking out from under it's hood.

"God...you're so fucking beautiful." Chan couldn't even take his eyes off of you. He took his finger again, gently touching the pink muscle, touching your clit and pulling it back to get a better look. It made you squirm, your hole clenching. "You have such a pretty pussy...and to think it's on my step sister..."

All you did was whine, not really knowing what to say. The touch felt nice, but his words were nicer. You'd never heard him talk like that before. And the pit that grew in your stomach when you heard it was beyond amazing.

Chan took a moment to continue just touching you, watching how you'd react to certain touches, where you liked to be touched. But he knew he could do more. He could do so much more.

And so, keeping his eyes on you, he lowered his head and gently flicked your clit once, watching as your breath hitched, your hips flinch a bit.

"That feel good?" Chan asked. He already knew the answer, and it was only further confirmed by you nodding.

With that nod, he went back down, using his tongue to give one long lick up your folds, before flicking your clit and coaxing it out of it's hood, gently suckling on the small bundle of nerves. That got a nice, loud moan out of you.

"Oh my...god, Chan...!" Oh, the way you said his name in such a vulnerable way...it was absolutely delicious. It made Chan groan, his hips bucking into the bed.

His pattern was immaculate. He'd suck on your clit, using his tongue to tease it in the meantime while his hands went to spread your cunt apart. He wanted to make sure that you were nice and vulnerable so he could really get in there. And oh, the moans you rewarded him with. They were absolutely perfect.

Your taste was even better. Salty, sweet, just a tiny bit of tang but not too much...It made him realize more and more just how much he craved you, how much he just wanted to ruin you into nothing.

Eventually, he went further, diving his tongue into your hole to really scrape out your juices, his nose consistently bumping into your clit. And it made you cry out, your legs wanting to close, feeling yourself get closer and closer to the edge. But Chan didn't let you. He gave your cunt one last lick before moving his hands to keep you spread once more, before looking up at you, licking his lips.

"Keep yourself spread, okay? I want you nice and wide so I can taste all of you." Chan spoke. You couldn't help but nod, feeling the need to comment.

"I...It feels really good, by the way. Whatever you're doing it...it feels really, really good."

"Does it?"

"Yeah..."

"Yeah?" Oh, the smile on Chan's face when you said that. You probably gave him that input so he knew this was good for his friend to know. But he wasn't here for that. No no no. He was here simply to get you to cum over, and over, until you couldn't take anymore.

He eventually dove back in, plunging his tongue into you while his arms and hands kept you nice and spread, not wanting you to squirm around too much. And he kept going, even as you began to buck your hips, trying to squirm and get away.

"Chan, I...I feel weird..." You could feel the coil in your gut, a form of tightness as you neared closer and closer. Chan could feel it too, as your legs were really starting to shake.

"It's okay, you're just gonna hit an orgasm soon." Chan's voice was muffled, due to his face being buried in your delicate cunt, which was dripping more and more of it's juices into his mouth. "Get there though, go ahead and just release it, okay? Can you do that for me?"

You could, and you did. You moaned out, your hips bucking as Chan practically latched himself onto you. He continued to work you through your orgasm, watching as you panted and shook, the orgasm washing right through you.

"There you go, good girl..." Once you had calmed down, Chan debated on moving on. He could let you experience his cock, which had been painfully throbbing to get into the pussy it's been wanting for so long. Or he could simply keep going with this.

That's what he did.

The second you stopped squirming, he latched right back onto your clit, making your squirm from the oversensitivity, feeling something new. Something different. You couldn't look down, as your back was arched and your head was thrown back, in nothing but pure ecstasy, but the second you felt something inside of you, you gasped, before getting louder.

You didn't know what it was, as Chan's head hadn't moved at all. But Chan knew. He had slipped a finger inside of you, and he groaned once he felt just how tight you were. He knew you were going to be tight, but he didn't expect what he had felt.

"God, you're so tight...how are you ever supposed to fit any cock in there, huh?" Chan pulled back, watching as you took his finger, Chan adding another one to watch you really grip it. "You're practically sucking in my fingers...does it feel that good? Are you that needy?"

All you could do was moan as Chan plunged his fingers deep into you, eventually curling them up and rubbing that gummy spot. It only took two small movements with his hands for you to cum again, your body shaking once more as your back arched again.

"Oh, you're so pretty when you cum like that, sis...look at you, squirming around for me and everything..." Chan couldn't take it anymore. If he didn't put himself inside of you, Chan would go insane.

And so, he pulled himself back, moving to get his cock out of his pants. The poor thing was red tipped, angry. It was harder than Chan had ever seen himself. But it didn't stop him from lining himself up with your entrance. Hell, it encouraged him to do so.

"You're being so good, letting me figure out what feels best for a girl. You're such an amazing little sister, helping me out with this, all because you don't want our parents to know about some silly little test grades..." As Chan spoke, he rubbed his tip against your cunt, coating himself with your juices as you whined and squirmed, the pleasure already too much for you.

But then, Chan pushed in. And both of you moaned out. For you, it was the stretch. He felt amazing when he went inside and stretched you out. And him? You were so tight, practically hugging his cock inside of you, gripping onto him for dear life.

"Jesus christ, you're like a fucking vice, squeezing me like that..." Chan eventually began to move, thrusting in and out. He was slow at first, knowing that this was your first time, and that you hadn't taken dick before.

But from the way you were moaning, he could tell you liked it. And so he sped up. He moved quicker, harsher. And you couldn't help but moan, feeling him move so quickly nonstop, not taking any breaks to catch his breath. All you could do was cry out, feeling him practically pound into you.

It was when Chan lifted up your leg when you felt him reach that gummy spot again, hitting it every single time without fail. And that got you to cum for the third time.

"C-CHAN!"

Your body shook as Chan stopped, quickly spitting on his hand to go and rub tight circles on your clit to help you through the orgasm, watching as your body shook and writhed from the pleasure. But this time, he didn't wait for you to calm down. No, after a few seconds, he started up again, grunting as he felt your walls flutter around him while he moved.

"God, you feel so good around me, squeezing me while you're cumming...my dick is just that good, huh? Does that feel good?" Chan asked, continuing to harshly thrust as he rubbed tight circles around your clit.

You simply whimpered, your hips bucking with every movement. It's like you couldn't control yourself anymore. Everything Chan was doing was incredible. You didn't know how, or why, but...it was amazing. It was overloading your brain. You felt so good, too good.

And before you even knew it, the fourth orgasm hit. And it hit hard.

At this point, you were so wet from all of the other orgasms and Chan's saliva that Chan slipped out, accidentally pulling out too much as your body trembled. And that was when it happened. You felt a new sensation, almost like a liquid was shooting out of you, and onto wherever it was landing.

You don't know, you couldn't think. But Chan knew, because it landed on him. Just seeing that made him groan as he stroked himself.

"Mm, you just squirted everywhere....making a fucking mess because my dick is just that good, yeah?" Once you had stopped, Chan was back inside of you, almost relentless at this point.

He just couldn't handle it. Seeing you squirt on him, on his cock, something that was so wrong and foul...it made him feral. He just couldn't believe it. He was surprised he didn't just cum from watching you do that.

But you...oh, you were so overwhelmed. So overstimulated. Everything felt way too good, and you were completely lost within the pleasure to even know what was happening. It was way too much, and your body was well aware of that.

"S'too much, I can't....! I can't, Chan, I...too much...!" It's all you were chanting at this point.

But Chan...he was finally getting the fantasy he had thought up for so long. Finally, you were here underneath him, absolutely wrecked and overstimulated, tears going down your cheeks from the overwhelming amount of pleasure he was bringing you.

"Give me one more...just one more, sis...please? You can do one more, I'll even go with you this time...please, just one more." At this point, he was getting desperate, too. But all you could do was shake your head, completely overwhelmed by the sheer amount of pleasure coursing into your body.

"I can't-"

"You can, I promise...I know you can, just one more..."

Before he even knew it, you came for the last time, screaming out his name from the sheer bliss. And this time, your walls fluttering around him was what did him in. He just groaned loudly as he filled you, still pumping into you as he rode both of your highs out.

Once he had come down from his high, he simply pulled out, flopping down next to you, pulling your shaking form next to him, both of you breathing heavily. Nothing was said, and nothing had to be said.

All that was known was that this definitely wouldn't be the first time this would end up happening.

Hey! Firstly, thank you so much for reading this post, and I really hope you enjoyed! If you did, please like, reblog, or comment so I can see how I'm doing with writing and getting feedback! I hope you have a lovely day! Sleep well, stay in good health, and eat something if you haven't! ❤️❤️❤️

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[locomoqo]

i just binge read almost everything of your work man it so scrumptious 😔😔 do you mind if i request dg/james lee fluff if youre available to write rn :DD feel free to do whatever im fine with any dg crumbs 🧎‍♀️

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— diego kang x reader

details: established relationship, fluff

A/N: pink hair dg will always stay iconic

You hold the instax, examining it with curiosity and excitement. "I’ve always wanted to try one of these," you say, smiling as Diego watches you. His usual composed expression softens as he observes you fumbling with the buttons, snapping quick, playful shots around the room.

Diego leans back on the couch, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he watches you examine the camera. "Figured you'd like it," he says, his voice warm and easy.

“Smile!” you announce, pointing the camera at him. Without missing a beat, he obliges, striking a casual pose with a wink that has you grinning as the photo spits out.

“Alright, alright, enough of me,” Diego chuckles, leaning forward and gently plucking the camera from your hands. “Your turn.”

You scrunch your nose and shake your head, feigning protest. “Nuh-uh, I’m not photogenic.”

"That's nonsense," he replies, his fingers lightly tilting your chin so you’re looking straight at him. He lifts the camera, positioning it with such focus that it feels like he’s seeing you in a way no one else does. He studies the lighting, ensuring it frames you just right. "Okay, smile for me."

You give in, managing a small, hesitant grin, but halfway through, you burst out laughing, embarrassed by how silly you feel. Right at that moment, Diego snaps the picture. The camera whirs, and you wait as the polaroid develops, a bit self-conscious. “See?” you insist, laughing nervously. "I probably look ridiculous—”

You pause, your words caught in your throat when you notice his expression. Diego’s eyes are glued to the photo, his usual calm demeanor softened, his lips parted just slightly, as if he’s momentarily stunned.

“What?” you ask, suddenly feeling shy under his gaze. “Is it that bad?”

For a moment, he doesn’t answer, his thumb grazing the edges of the photo as he stares at it. Then he looks up at you, his expression full of a quiet fondness that makes your heart flutter. "Ridiculous?" he echoes, as if the thought itself is absurd. “Nah. You look like an angel.”

Heat rises to your cheeks, and you find yourself fidgeting, your fingers toying with the hem of your shirt as you try to brush it off. "You’re lying," you say, but the warmth in his gaze makes your pulse quicken.

Diego steps closer, his smile soft but persistent. "Am I?" he murmurs,  "See for yourself." he held the polaroid in front of you. When you glance at the photo, you barely recognize yourself. He managed to capture you mid-laughter, the light in your eyes bright and candid, a natural happiness that makes the image feel special. Even… beautiful.

Lost in your thoughts, you don’t notice him watching you with a grin until he leans in, his face just inches from yours, his breath tickling your ear. "You know," he murmurs, a playful spark in his eyes, "I’ve got a few ideas for some more… memorable shots." He tilts his head, smirking. "But for those," he adds, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper, "we might need… less clothing."

Your eyes widen, and you swat him on the shoulder with a mock gasp. "Diego!"

He chuckles, shrugging in a mock display of innocence, but the glint in his eyes betrays his amusement. "What?" he laughs, a rich, unrestrained sound that makes your heart skip a beat. "I'm just saying—artistic photos, something to really remember this by."

You shake your head, laughing at his antics, but your heart swells at the way he looks at you, like he sees something in you no one else does. You both settle back on the couch, and he slips an arm around your shoulder, drawing you close as you hold the photo in your hand, feeling more special than you ever thought a picture could make you feel.

"Maybe next time," you say, grinning up at him, and he chuckles, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Next time," he agrees, his voice a gentle murmur.

[bithcisweartogod]

it’s not that cheng xiaoshi doesn’t trust lu guang. he does, probably more than anyone. him and qiao ling are the closest people he has. hell, he willingly trusts lu guang with his life on a daily, blindly allowing the guy to lead him in every dive, never once doubting that with lu guang in charge everything will be fine. 

yet sometimes he can’t help but wish he would tell him more. not that cheng xiaoshi feels like he’s hiding something. he just wants to know more about lu guang. cheng xiaoshi himself has never been a particularly secretive person. he likes to share bits and pieces of himself with others, but only those that hover on the surface, not allowing too deep of a look into his mind. sure, he also doesn’t tell people everything. why would he? but lu guang barely shares anything at all.

those little crumbles of him that cheng xiaoshi managed to gather over the years either came as a result of pure observation or accidents. sometimes, if cheng xiaoshi asked, lu guang would tell him about the books he reads, or show him movies he likes, share songs he listens to. but that’s about it. cheng xiaoshi’s grateful for what he can get, but is it so wrong to want to know more about your partner? 

and yeah, maybe lu guang’s lack of desire to share stuff about himself comes from the fact that cheng xiaoshi can and will tease him about it but come on. that’s what friends are for! something, he has to share something! like, childhood memories, for instance. it doesn’t even have to be something deep or anything, cheng xiaoshi doesn’t expect lu guang to get into the heavy stuff like he’s in a therapy session. something light and funny though, maybe a little silly, that should be fine, right? everyone has these kind of stories! yet whenever cheng xiaoshi and qiao ling dive into this topic lu guang just observes them quietly, all small smiles and stifled laughter. 

qiao ling brought an old photo album one day. she found it during a major cleaning up session at her parents’ house. despite being her family’s photo album, it had lots of pictures of cheng xiaoshi, so she knew she had to bring it to the photo studio.

and there they were, the three of them seated on the sofa, looking through the photos. the pictures were really wholesome. little qiao ling holding little cheng xiaoshi’s hand at an amusement park, both of them smiling widely. she cooed at the image, and then, in the same sweet voice as before, she said: “remember how you threw up after that one ride that we told you not to take?”, leaving cheng xiaoshi frozen and lu guang laughing up his sleeve.

so that’s how it went. whenever cheng xiaoshi appeared in a photo qiao ling would add some details about its backstory, making embarrassing ones even more so. like, here’s a picture of cheng xiaoshi with mustache drawn on his face in black marker. he’s showing off, posing like a character from a movie.

“a few seconds after that he showed us the marker he draw those with and mom told him it’s permanent” qiao ling deadpans.

“and i took it very well” boasts cheng xiaoshi, crossing his arms over his chest.

“you cried like a baby” 

“did not” 

“i think you did”, intervenes lu guang, who had already turned the page, discovering a follow-up photo, that, although smudgy, showed a wailing cheng xiaoshi. so no, he did not, in fact, take it well. cheng xiaoshi’s ears turned red.

“you took a picture? i was standing there crying and you just took a picture?” he exclaims.

“sorry, sorry” says qiao ling, laughing. “it was too funny”.

cheng xiaoshi, of course, saw that as a challenge. he flipped through the pages of the photo album and then stopped, smiling in that manner of his that meant he’s up to no good. 

“look who we have here” he said melodically.

qiao ling scoffed. 

“it can’t be that bad, let me see— oh god”.

the picture showed little qiao ling, up close, definitely an attempt of hers to take a selfie on her parents’ camera. but the angle wasn’t the worst part. the makeup. what was going on. bright splotches of blue eyeshadow covered her eyes, her eyebrows looked like she got inspired by cheng xiaoshi’s mustache and drew them with a sharpie, her lips were over-lined with pink lipstick, and, as a cherry on top, glitter. it was everywhere. but little qiao ling seemed proud of herself, while the current one looked like she was holding back tears. she’ll definitely ask who and why decided that it would be a good idea to put this picture in the album when she comes home. 

meanwhile, cheng xiaoshi was laughing uncontrollably, less from looking at the photo and more from seeing qiao ling’s reaction. lu guang was covering his mouth, trying to hide a smile. 

“don’t worry, qiao ling-jie, your skills definitely improved” he tried to placate her. 

“i sure hope they did!” screamed distressed qiao ling, looking as flabbergasted as she was before.

she turned the page to try and change the subject. suddenly, a blurred something caught cheng xiaoshi’s attention. 

“what’s that?” he asked, pointing at the photo. 

and now it was qiao ling’s turn to laugh. 

“idiot, that’s your butt!” 

cheng xiaoshi looked at her, bewildered, then back at the photo and then the recognition finally sank in. 

“what the hell is it doing in your family’s photo album?” he tried to snatch the album away but qiao ling grabbed it first, quickly passing it to lu guang. with the way his palm covered his mouth it was hard to tell whether he’s laughing or genuinely concerned. 

“why— who even decided to develop it?” cheng xiaoshi looked over lu guang’s shoulder, not trying to hide the photo anymore now that he’s already seen it. instead, he buried his face into the fabric of lu guang’s shirt, mortified. 

“actually, you did” answers qiao ling, smiling from ear to ear. 

“what?!” 

“yeah! you were the one who brought it to us! you thought that the scar you got was super cool, so you decided to take a picture of it, and then asked aunt shao to develop it. and she did”. 

memories were coming back to cheng xiaoshi, the way his mom laughed and immediately agreed to his request. she sure had an interesting sense of humor. he looked at the photo again, more intently this time. 

“but you gotta admit…it does look cool. like a lightning…”

“wanna put it in a frame?” lu guang suggested, earning a loud snicker from qiao ling and a death glare from cheng xiaoshi.

they bickered over the photos, competing in who can make the other more embarrassed, but despite all the noise they made over this album, it felt good to revisit those memories. to look back on their past and laugh. to share it with lu guang. 

later that day, when cheng xiaoshi and lu guang were already in their beds, slowly dozing off, cheng xiaoshi decided to ask something. 

“lu guang? you asleep?” 

after a short period of time a muffled answer comes out 

“no”

a beat. cheng xiaoshi hesitates. 

“it’s just…you never showed us any pictures from when you were a kid. or any pictures of your parents” or any pictures at all. for some reason he felt unsure. like he’s stepping into a territory not yet open for him. “i wouldn’t be too surprised to find out you were born an adult” a quiet laugh. an attempt to lighten up the atmosphere. 

“i can just see you saying ‘thank you for carrying me all those nine months, mother’ and bowing to the doctors” he blabbers, trying to continue the joke, which earns a low stifled laugh from lu guang. 

“you’re ridiculous” he says, and cheng xiaoshi can hear him smiling. warmth spreads in his chest. after remaining silent for some time, lu guang speaks again.

“it’s nothing special, really. my parents just never liked to take photos. i don’t have anything to show, that’s it” 

it made cheng xiaoshi sad, the fact that he’d never get to see lu guang little. was his hair always white? was his attitude always so quiet and stoic? did he ever do any of the embarrassing things he and qiao ling were up to when they were kids? 

“you’re disappointed?” lu guang asks suddenly. damn, he’s uncannily good at reading his mind.

“don’t be silly” comes out cheng xiaoshi’s immediate response. then, turning to the side, he ads, “i have you here now. that’s all that matters”.

and that’s true. whatever past lu guang had, whatever things he’s purposefully hiding away from him…he’s here, with cheng xiaoshi. and, as lu guang himself said, he’s not going anywhere.

next day qiao ling comes into the photo studio again. in her hands there’s…a book? she places it on the counter, smiling happily. a book turns out to be a photo album. a brand new one, all pages empty, waiting to be filled. 

“it just hit me suddenly, after i left yesterday. it’s so stupid. we don’t have a photo album of our own! at the photo studio! absurd”.

and just like that, they started piling up a history of their own, capturing time in the pages of the album. a picture of lu guang on the sofa, fallen asleep in the middle of reading a book. sunlight dances on his skin. he scrunches his nose in his sleep. a picture of qiao ling pulling cheng xiaoshi into a hug. he tries to look annoyed but his smile betrays him. cheng xiaoshi with a braid. it looks a little messed up since his hair’s not long enough, but pretty nonetheless. lu guang patting a stray cat near the photo studio. qiao ling and xu shanshan hitting cheng xiaoshi with pillows. qiao ling smiling brightly as cheng xiaoshi scrubs the floor behind her. he lost a bet and was supposed to clean up for a month. lu guang eventually agreed to help him (he always does) and ended up taking the majority of cheng xiaoshi’s cleaning duties upon himself. lu guang with a pissed off expression, huge coffee spot on his shirt. he accidentally spilled it and cheng xiaoshi had to capture the moment as evidence that lu guang does in fact fuck up sometimes. lu guang smiling. lu guang posing with an awkward peace sign. lots of lu guang, actually. because cheng xiaoshi, unlike lu guang’s parents, likes taking photos. especially photos of lu guang. 

it’s not that cheng xiaoshi doesn’t trust lu guang. he does, probably more than anyone. so he knows that lu guang would tell him more when he’s ready. there’s no rush. he likes it even more like that - getting to know him, gradually, bit by bit. 

[yelenasdiary]

Cute spooky spirt idea.

A Natasha x reader fic where reader isn't a huge fan of Halloween but nat love Halloween so she tries to get reader to enjoy it more. Probably fluff or something like that, just thought it was a neat idea.

-🌛

A Spooktacular Challenge

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem! Plus Size! Reader

Summary: Nat gets you to enjoy Halloween.

Fluff & Teeny Tiny Angst

Warnings: Brief mention of Body image insecurities | 1.4K

Translations: Detka (baby)

AC: Thank you for sending this! I decided to make this for all the curvy girlies out there, I hope that’s okay! Enjoy! x 

October Special Masterlist 2024

Your favorite album played softly in the background of the study while you added some finishing touches to a drawing you had been working on over the last few days. Since October had officially arrived, you made a list of different activities you could do to avoid having to involve yourself in the holiday. You had never been a fan of Halloween, the over-the-top costumes and children shrieking in joy followed by the overdone decorations that littered the neighborhood and not to mention the sudden jump in Halloween movies being promoted had definitely made Halloween at the bottom of the list of your favorite holidays. 

Natasha, your girlfriend on the other hand, loved Halloween. She lived for the spooky season with her love for horror movies, her sweet tooth, coming up with a different costume each year and handing out candy to those who knocked on the front door. You didn’t like to express too much of your dislike for Halloween around her, she was like a child herself when October arrived, but she knew you didn’t enjoy the holiday as much as she did. 

“Babe! I’m home!” You heard Natasha call out. A soft smile tugged at your lips at the sound of her voice, even after being together for three years she still managed to make you smile just by her voice. 

“In the study!” You called back, adding another line of detail to your drawing. 

Natasha opened the door, pushing it wide open with the bags of shopping she had in her hands before she dumped them at her feet, excited to show you everything she had brought. You placed your pencil down, away from your drawing before you spun around on the office chair to face your excited girlfriend whose smile was wide and bright. 

“You brought more decorations?” You asked with a cocked brow. Nat nodded proudly, “just a few more things to add to the display!” She replied before she reached down into one of the bags and pulled out a box that had an inflatable ghost inside, “the neighbourhood kids are going to love all this!” She boosted.

You watched as Nat pulled out more decorations, a skeleton cat in a laying position, a few skull battery operated candles, more fake cobwebs, some fake flying bats and two black cat light up Jack O' Lanterns. 

“I thought maybe we could put them up together” Nat said with begging eyes.

You chuckled at the thought, “sorry baby but Halloween is your thing, remember? Besides, you wouldn’t want me to help, I wouldn’t make it look very spooky”

Nat wandered over to you before leaning down and capturing your lips in a soft, deep kiss. “What about now?” She asked, causing you to smile against her lips. 

“Very sweet of you, my love, but still n-“ 

She cut you off with another kiss, this one longer. “pretty please?” Natasha begged sweetly. 

You sighed lightly, the smile on your lips not fading, “Fine, but I’m only helping because you’re so cute when you’re excited”

Natasha smiled once more, “That’s the spirit! We’re going to make this the best Halloween ever! I’m going to take these out the front, bring a coat! It’s a little chilly!” 

“I’ll be there in a moment” you replied. 

As you and Nat finished up some of the decorations for the front yard, you couldn’t help but admire the happiness that Natasha got whenever somebody wandered past and complimented on how wonderful and spooky the house looked. Kids pointed and commented which added to Nat’s Halloween excitement. 

Nat wrapped her arms around your soft waist, gently pulling you closer. “Thank you for all your help detka, I couldn’t have made all this look amazing without you” 

“Oh please! this was all you” you chuckled, brushing a lock of her red hair behind her ear, “it looks amazing darling, really” you added with a soft smile. 

“There is something I want to pitch to you” Nat said softly. 

“Pitch away”

“I know you don’t like Halloween, but I thought this year you and I could do something, together, just us” she started, “we could have a cozy Halloween movie night with our favorite snacks, We can hand out candy to the kids, and then, maybe we could dress up as something cute together?”

Your eyes slightly dropped, “Nat, come on” you sighed, “you know how I feel about dressing up” you reminded her. 

“I know darling, but I don’t want you to miss out on any fun, I would love to dress up with you and I promise, it’ll just be you, me and the kids that come knocking” 

“Do you promise it’ll just be us? No last-minute Halloween parties or guest coming over?” You asked, locking eyes with her. 

“I promise, just you and me” Nat replied, smiling softly before she kissed you. 

----

Halloween was here and Natasha was beaming with excitement. Part of you felt excited for the cozy night in with your lover but the other part of you just wanted Halloween to be over with already. Nat had already set the living room up with lit candles, throw blankets on the sofa, an untouched bowl of popcorn in the center of the coffee table complimented with hot cocoa along with a small bowl of candy and other snacks. 

Natasha was in the kitchen, finishing up the Halloween themed cupcakes she had just baked. She placed a few on a plate and added them to the coffee table of snacks. You couldn’t help but smile softly at her while her eyes traced over the living room with proudness, “everything is all set” she said. 

“All this looks amazing!” You complimented as you made your way to the sofa. 

“Thank you” she smiled, “but don’t get comfy yet! You’ve gotta get into your costume” she added with a playful wink. 

“Oh, right! yes, the costume…I’ll be right back” you replied, giving her an unsure smile before you wandered back to the bedroom. 

Your costume was already laid out on the bed, a white dress topped with a black leather jacket and a wig to finish the look. You almost hated that you weren’t going to be showing off your costume to others, especially when Nat helped you put everything together. 

The dress sat perfectly on your body, flowing nicely over your curves, you couldn’t wait to show Nat the costume in full. You threw the leather jacket on and wandered into the bathroom to put on the wig and apply some light make up to complete the costume. 

“Babe! I’m ready!” You called out before leaving the bathroom. 

Natasha in her colorfully striped long sleeved shirt and denim overalls and her red locks a mess, smiled lovingly as you gave her little twirl in your dress. “Well, well, miss tiffany, you look divine!” She complimented, causing you to chuckle lightly. 

“Thank you! You look very murderous!” You replied. 

“Don’t worry, you’re safe with me!” Nat winked just as the door-bell rang. “Our first trick or treats for the night!” She almost jumped with excitement. 

“Well, what are you waiting for?” You asked, “we have candy to give out and movies to watch!” You added as you reached for Nat’s hand. The two of you walking towards the front door together, you grabbed a couple of candy bars for the children who smiled happily as Nat answered the door. 

“Trick or treat!” The two children in costumes sang in sync. 

“Wow! You guys have awesome costumes!” Nat smiled, “happy Halloween!” She added as you kindly dropped the candy in their treat bag. “You both look amazing” you smiled at them. 

“Thank you!” The children smiled before turning on their heels to return to their parents waiting patiently at the mailbox. 

Natasha closed the door and smiled at you once more, “See, that wasn’t so bad” she said. 

“I guess you’re right, Halloween can be fun. Did you see how big their smiles were?” You replied. Your words were like magic to Natasha as she gently wrapped her arms around you, “I knew one day I would get you to enjoy Halloween, and I think this year I won” 

“Calm down chucky, it’s only the start of the night!” You said teasingly before softly kissing her, “besides, I’m just doing all this for the cuddles and movies” you added with a playful wink. 

“Oh, I’m sure that’s true!” Natasha chuckled, “come on, let’s go start a movie” she added.

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[morningmask27]

acrylic on canvas 30x40 cm

it is very evil of Belladonna to not bite women when she probably has the entire lesbian community on their knees now

anyways, Dracula's Ex-Girlfriend was so fucking good and despite my hatred of drawing (let alone painting) humans it compelled me to create something.

I'm just going to leave a wall of commentary on the process under the cut because I need to chatter about all of this real quick

I chose this scene at the end because 1. it was super hard to find one still where Bella and Fay are both properly visible (yet somehow Fay's still facing the other direction) and 2. this scene just hits a bit different to me.

the discussion of smoking, a thing that's bad, but it being life, right as Bella drank that bartender dry made me think of a few things I experienced and while I personally will still keep on going against what Fay said here, I still got to see things in a somewhat different light I guess.

Fay's care is also so present here. Bella is self-destructing massively, but Fay still comforts her, even after she "fell back" on her bad habits (she never quit) and this hug just hit me personally quite a lot. the silent care, the "you're warm". I can't fully describe everything it makes me feel, but this scene was good.

on a more technical level. I had to take some creative liberties with the lighting and such because it was DARK and my painting skills aren't ready to make such minute details with extremely dark colors. It would get ugly and muddied, so I had to adapt. the harsh shading on Bella's face is less striking, but I don't know if I could make it better with my current skills.

This was also one of the first times I've really rendered a human face; Last time I "tried" it was 1. without a ref (unwise) and 2. when I was even worse at drawing humans and I ended up so mad at this painting that I Could Not Go Paint Again for a while because of how mad I was lol, so I'm honestly really impressed with how I managed to do this without making a huge mess.

At least until I got to add the blood. It still looks good now, but I had to fiddle a lot with the reds I used and the skintones to mitigate the damage of a few first strokes that got too grandiose.

I also decided that Fangs. I am a bit of a vampire researcher and seeing the different traits they get in different media is always fun and here the fangs seem a bit retractable, but Bella's a vampire and I am a sucker for fangs, so I had to include them.

my handwriting also didn't fail me too horribly, even if I had a few accidents and had to clean them up before I got this "clean" little text. I really don't have good brushes for very thin and precise strokes (nor the capacity to not tremble the entire time honestly)

This was honestly quite fun too. Four hours of listening to some music, having a weird moment with my mother on the phone and just painting. I did really not want to draw Bella's face at first and drew nearly everything else before I began, but once I did I got into the groove and it went fine, so I'm pleased with this.

[charmed-quill]

Burrow Bound// B.W x Reader Chapter 8

Authors note at end.

Originally requested by @littlegreenteacup

summary: Y/N, an American half-blood witch newly arrived in Muggle London, stumbles into the warmth of the Weasley brothers after a serendipitous meeting in Diagon Alley. Drawn into their world, she finds herself at the Burrow more often than not. Meanwhile, Bill Weasley is learning to navigate life as a single father, relying on his mother’s help to care for Victoire. Though their worlds orbit each other, Y/N and Bill’s paths never seem to align—until one evening when fate finally draws them together. Will it be the start of a love story, or will they be left with nothing but heartache?

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The invitation arrived a few days later, hand-delivered by an ecstatic Victoire in the middle of the Burrow’s living room. Y/N had barely stepped inside before the little girl raced up to her, clutching a bright blue card in her tiny hands.

“I’m turning six!” Victoire announced, her voice ringing with excitement as she held out the slightly crumpled invitation.

Y/N knelt down to Victoire’s level, accepting the card with a warm smile. “Six?” she exclaimed, her tone matching Victoire’s enthusiasm. “That’s so special! You’re practically a grown-up now.”

Victoire giggled, shaking her head. “No, not yet. Daddy says six is still little, but I told him it’s a big little.”

“A big little,” Y/N repeated with a laugh, opening the invitation. It was clearly handmade, the edges a bit uneven, with colorful scribbles and stick-figure drawings of a girl with curls standing next to a dragon. “Did you make this yourself?”

Victoire nodded proudly, bouncing on her toes. “Grandma helped with the letters, but I did the dragon. It’s my party, so there’s going to be dragons everywhere!”

“That sounds amazing,” Y/N said, her smile widening. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Victoire threw her arms around Y/N’s neck in a tight hug. “I knew you’d come!” she said happily, pulling back just enough to add, “You’re one of my most important people, so you have to be there.”

Y/N’s heart swelled at the little girl’s sincerity. “Well, I wouldn’t miss it,” she said softly, brushing a curl from Victoire’s cheek. “What kind of present does a big little like you want?”

Victoire tilted her head thoughtfully, her curls bouncing with the motion. “Maybe something for my dragon?” she suggested, holding up her stuffed toy. “He doesn’t have a treasure chest yet.”

“A treasure chest for your dragon,” Y/N repeated with mock seriousness, tapping her chin. “I think I can manage that.”

Victoire grinned, hugging her dragon close. “You’re the best!”

Just then, Molly appeared in the doorway, her apron dusted with flour. “Victoire, darling, let Y/N sit down before you overwhelm her,” she said fondly, though her tone lacked any real sternness.

Y/N laughed, standing up and ruffling Victoire’s curls. “It’s fine, Molly. She’s just excited, and I don’t blame her—six is a big deal.”

“It certainly is,” Molly agreed, her smile warm as she gestured toward the kitchen. “Stay for tea, dear. We were just about to sit down.”

“Tea sounds perfect,” Y/N said, following them into the kitchen with Victoire skipping ahead, her dragon clutched tightly in her arms.

As they settled at the table, Victoire chattered on about her party plans, describing every detail from the cake to the decorations. Y/N listened attentively, feeling her excitement grow with every word.

As the evening at the Burrow wound down, Molly found herself alone with Y/N in the kitchen. Victoire had run off to the living room to plan more details for her party, and the house had fallen into a rare quiet.

Molly busied herself tidying up the counter, her movements deliberate but unhurried. “Thank you for agreeing to come to the party,” she said, her tone light. “It’ll mean so much to Victoire to have you there.”

“It’s my pleasure,” Y/N replied, sipping her tea. “I’d never miss it. She’s been so excited about turning six.”

“She’s been planning this party for weeks,” Molly said with a fond chuckle. “Every day, she comes up with a new idea. Dragons, treasure chests, knights—it’s going to be quite the event.”

“She’s got quite the imagination,” Y/N said, smiling.

“That she does,” Molly agreed, setting down her towel and turning to Y/N with a warm but knowing look. “She’s also very particular about the people she cares for, you know. If you’re in Victoire’s circle, it means something.”

Y/N felt a flush creep into her cheeks. “She’s such a special kid. It’s easy to love her.”

“And her father thinks the world of her, too,” Molly added, her tone casual but carefully placed.

Y/N nodded, unsure where this was going. “It’s obvious how much he loves her. She talks about him all the time, like he’s a superhero.”

Molly smiled, leaning slightly against the counter. “He’s been through a lot, you know. Losing Fleur was difficult, but he’s done everything to make sure Victoire is happy and secure.” She paused, her eyes softening. “But I think he’s forgotten how to let someone else in.”

Y/N tilted her head, surprised by the shift in the conversation. “Molly, I only just met him. He seems like a wonderful father, but I doubt he’d be interested in... well, me.”

“Nonsense,” Molly said, waving her hand dismissively. “You’re kind, thoughtful, and you’ve brought so much light into this family since you’ve been around. Bill noticed that, even if he’s too stubborn to admit it.”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed deeper, and she shook her head with a small laugh. “I think you’re reading too much into it. He barely knows me.”

“Perhaps,” Molly said, her tone taking on a teasing edge. “But first impressions matter, don’t they?”

Y/N looked down at her tea, unsure how to respond. The idea of Bill, strong, steady, and clearly devoted to his daughter, being interested in her felt almost absurd. He had so much on his plate already.

Molly, sensing her hesitation, patted her hand gently. “I’m not saying anything has to happen right away. But sometimes, people come into our lives at just the right moment, even if we don’t see it at first.”

Y/N smiled faintly, her heart warming at Molly’s words despite her doubts. “I’ll keep that in mind,” she said softly.

“Good,” Molly replied, her smile widening. “Now, let’s get back to Victoire before she drafts us into her dragon party planning committee.”

The evening passed in the cozy chaos that Y/N had come to associate with the Burrow. Victoire was brimming with excitement, pulling Y/N into her intricate plans for her upcoming birthday party. Together, they sketched out ideas for dragon-themed decorations, a treasure chest cake, and games fit for a proper “big little” six-year-old.

Molly, ever the gracious host, kept the kitchen humming with activity, offering tea and freshly baked biscuits to Y/N while joining in on Victoire’s chatter. The warmth of the house, the easy flow of conversation, and Victoire’s infectious joy made the hours slip by unnoticed.

It was nearing bedtime when the sound of the fireplace crackling in the living room signaled someone’s arrival. Moments later, Bill stepped out of the fireplace, brushing soot from his coat and running a hand through his hair.

“Daddy!” Victoire cried, her curls bouncing as she bolted toward him, her stuffed dragon flopping in her grip.

Bill caught her easily, scooping her up into his arms. “Hey, princess,” he said softly, his tired eyes lighting up as he hugged her. “Did you have fun tonight?”

“So much fun!” Victoire exclaimed, her voice brimming with enthusiasm. “Y/N is helping me plan my dragon party!”

Bill’s gaze shifted from Victoire to Y/N, who stood in the doorway of the kitchen, a small smile on her lips. Their eyes met, and for a moment, the room seemed quieter, the warm hum of the Burrow fading slightly into the background.

“Thanks for keeping her entertained,” Bill said, his voice low and genuine as he adjusted Victoire in his arms.

“It was my pleasure,” Y/N replied, brushing a curl behind her ear. “She’s got some big ideas for her party. I think you’re going to have your hands full.”

Bill chuckled softly, his gaze lingering on her. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

There was a brief silence, a weight between them neither seemed willing to acknowledge. The air felt charged, though neither spoke of it, their smiles faint but carrying a quiet tension.

“Daddy,” Victoire interrupted, tugging on his collar. “Can Y/N come to the party early? She has to help with the decorations!”

Bill glanced back at Y/N, his lips curving into a small, slightly awkward smile. “Looks like you’ve been recruited.”

“I wouldn’t dare say no to the birthday girl,” Y/N said lightly, her smile softening as she looked at Victoire.

“Well, we’d better get going before someone stays up past her bedtime,” Bill said, his tone playful but firm as he kissed Victoire’s cheek.

“Goodnight, Y/N!” Victoire said cheerfully, waving her dragon at her as Bill carried her toward the fireplace.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” Y/N replied, her voice warm as she waved back.

As Bill stepped into the fireplace, he cast one last glance at Y/N, his expression unreadable but lingering a moment too long. 

The soft whoosh of the Floo deposited Bill and Victoire into the cozy living room of Shell Cottage. The house was quiet, save for the distant crash of waves against the shore. Victoire clung to him sleepily, her dragon tucked under one arm as she rested her head against his shoulder.

“Time for bed, princess,” Bill murmured, kissing the top of her curls as he carried her upstairs.

Victoire stirred, mumbling softly. “I don’t want to brush my teeth...”

Bill chuckled, shifting her gently to one side so he could open her bedroom door. “I think we can skip just this once. Don’t tell Grandma, though, or we’ll both be in trouble.”

Victoire giggled weakly, her eyes fluttering open just enough to give him a conspiratorial grin. He laid her down on the small bed, tucking her in carefully and placing her dragon by her side.

“Did you have fun tonight?” he asked, smoothing the blankets over her.

Victoire nodded, her voice sleepy but firm. 

“Y/N is coming to my party,” she said, clutching her dragon. “She’s the best.”

Bill smiled faintly, brushing a curl from her face. “She’s pretty great, isn’t she?”

“Mm-hmm,” Victoire mumbled, her eyes already drifting closed. “Daddy... you like her, right?”

The question caught him off guard, but Victoire was already too close to sleep to notice his hesitation. 

“Get some rest, princess,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“’Kay...” she murmured, her breathing evening out as she slipped into dreams.

Bill lingered by the door for a moment, watching the steady rise and fall of Victoire’s small chest. Her words echoed in his mind—simple, innocent, and yet unsettling in their clarity.

He descended the stairs quietly, heading into the kitchen where a single lamp cast a soft glow across the room. The familiar hum of the house surrounded him as he poured himself a glass of water, but his thoughts refused to settle.

Molly’s voice from a few days earlier surfaced, unbidden. “You deserve happiness too, Bill. Someone who makes you smile, who lightens the load.”

He had brushed her off at the time, dismissing it as typical maternal meddling. He wasn’t ready to think about things like that, not after everything with Fleur, not with his focus so firmly on Victoire. But now, he couldn’t ignore the way Y/N had lingered in his thoughts since their brief meeting.

Her warmth, the easy way she connected with Victoire, the genuine interest she’d shown in his work, it all felt... natural. 

Effortless, even. And that unnerved him more than he wanted to admit.

Bill sat down at the kitchen table, running a hand through his hair as he stared at the faintly glowing embers in the fireplace. It was too soon, wasn’t it? He barely knew her, and yet, there was something about her that had unsettled the careful rhythm he’d built for himself and Victoire.

His mother’s words tugged at him again. “Sometimes, the right person comes along, and they make it worth letting those walls down.”

Bill sighed, leaning back in his chair as he let the thought linger. He wasn’t sure what to make of Y/N yet, or the quiet pull he felt toward her. But as the waves crashed outside and the house settled into silence, he couldn’t shake the feeling that Molly might have been right.

Perhaps, he thought reluctantly, it was worth considering.

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The golden morning light spilled into Shell Cottage, painting the cozy living room with warmth. Bill was already awake, busy in the kitchen as he flipped pancakes on the stovetop. The smell of butter and syrup filled the air, and the soft crash of waves outside made the house feel particularly peaceful.

Today was Victoire’s birthday, and Bill was determined to make every moment special. He had spent the previous night decorating with strings of little dragon cutouts and balloons in bright greens and golds, Victoire’s favorite colors.

The sound of tiny footsteps pattering down the stairs made him smile. Victoire appeared moments later, her curls an untamed halo around her head, clutching her ever-present dragon.

“Morning, princess,” Bill said, crouching down to scoop her into a hug. “Happy birthday.”

Victoire grinned, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I’m six now!” she declared proudly, pulling back to hold up six fingers.

“You sure are,” Bill replied, laughing softly. “And six is a big deal. Are you ready for birthday pancakes?”

“Yes!” Victoire squealed, her excitement infectious as he set her down at the table.

Bill placed a plate of pancakes in front of her, stacked high and topped with whipped cream and fresh strawberries. She clapped her hands together, her dragon tucked tightly under one arm, and immediately dug in.

“What kind of treasure do you think dragons eat for breakfast?” Victoire asked between bites, her tone completely serious.

Bill tilted his head as he poured himself a cup of coffee. “Hmm, probably jewels and gold,” he said thoughtfully. “But I bet they’d like pancakes too.”

Victoire giggled. “Maybe I should save some for my dragon!”

By mid-morning, Bill was back in the kitchen, tidying up while Victoire played in the living room, arranging her dragon figurines in an elaborate “treasure hoard.” The decorations for the party were mostly set, but there were still a few last-minute details to finalise.

A knock at the door startled him from his thoughts.

“Who’s that?” Victoire called, looking up from her game.

“Not sure,” Bill replied, brushing his hands on his jeans as he made his way to the door.

When he opened it, he was greeted by Y/N, standing on the step with a small smile and a brightly wrapped gift in her hands. She looked a little unsure, as if she were worried about arriving too early.

“Hi,” she said, her tone soft. “I got your letter. I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

Bill blinked, caught slightly off guard. He had written to her a few days ago, inviting her to come early and help set up, per victiores insitance, but now that she was here, he felt suddenly unsure of himself.

“No, you’re not,” he said quickly, stepping aside. “Come in.”

Y/N smiled as she stepped inside, her eyes immediately taking in the decorations. 

“This looks amazing,” she said, her voice warm. “Victoire’s been talking about this party for weeks, and it’s even better than she described.”

Bill scratched the back of his neck, feeling a little awkward under her praise. “Thanks. Victoire’s had a lot of ideas. I’m just following orders at this point.”

“Daddy!” Victoire’s excited voice broke through as she spotted Y/N. She bolted across the room, her dragon bouncing in her hand. “Y/N!”

Y/N crouched down to meet her, holding out the gift. “Happy birthday, darling,” she said with a grin. “This is for you.”

Victoire gasped, taking the present with wide eyes. “Is it treasure?”

“Only one way to find out,” Y/N teased.

As Victoire dashed off to open her gift, Y/N stood, her smile lingering as she looked at Bill. He found himself clearing his throat, suddenly unsure where to put his hands.

“Thanks for coming early,” he said, shifting his weight slightly. “We could use an extra pair of hands.”

“Happy to help,” Y/N replied easily, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “What’s left to do?”

“Uh, games outside,” Bill said, gesturing vaguely toward the back door. “And... well, probably lots of things I haven’t thought of yet.”

Y/N laughed softly, her gaze warm. “No problem. Just point me in the right direction.”

There was a brief pause, the air between them charged with something unspoken. Bill caught himself glancing at her for a moment too long, the easy way she fit into the house making him feel both at ease and strangely unsettled.

“You’re really good with her,” Bill said suddenly, breaking the silence. “Victoire, I mean. She lights up every time you’re around.”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed slightly, and she looked down with a small smile. “She’s a special kid. It’s hard not to love her.”

Bill nodded, his own smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Yeah, she is.”

Their eyes met again, and for a moment, the noise of Victoire’s excited giggles in the background seemed to fade. But before either of them could speak, Victoire burst back into the room, holding up her gift.

“Daddy, look! Y/N got me a treasure box for my dragon!” she exclaimed, running over to show him.

Bill crouched down to examine it, grateful for the distraction. “That’s perfect, princess. Your dragon’s going to love it.”

Y/N watched them with a fond expression, her heart warming at the way they interacted.

“Come on,” Bill said, standing again and glancing at Y/N. “Let’s get those games set up before the chaos begins.”

“Lead the way,” Y/N said with a grin, following him to the backyard.

The backyard was alive with activity as Bill and Y/N worked together to finish setting up for Victoire’s party. The sun was shining brightly, casting a golden glow over the dragon-themed decorations that fluttered gently in the breeze. The tables were set with colorful plates and napkins, and a big banner reading “Happy 6th Birthday, Victoire!” stretched across the back fence.

“Do you think we’ve overdone it with the dragons?” Bill asked, adjusting a cluster of balloons shaped like dragon eggs.

“Impossible,” Y/N replied, stepping back to admire the setup. “This is a dragon lover’s dream. Victoire is going to remember this forever.”

Bill smiled at her, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “Yeah, she’s been buzzing with excitement all week. She’ll love it.”

Just as they finished tying off the last of the streamers, a loud pop echoed across the yard. Charlie appeared near the garden gate, carrying a brightly wrapped gift under one arm and wearing his signature grin. His eyes sparkled as he looked between Bill and Y/N.

“Well, don’t you two look cozy,” he teased, his tone light but laced with mischief as he placed the gift on the table.

Y/N glanced at Bill, whose ears had turned suspiciously pink, before she turned her attention to Charlie. She set her hands on her hips, raising an eyebrow. “What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked, her tone playful.

Charlie shrugged innocently, his grin widening as he stepped back from the table. “Nothing, nothing at all,” he said, clearly enjoying himself.

Before Y/N could push further, another pop announced Fred and George’s arrival. The twins materialized, each balancing an absurdly tall stack of brightly wrapped gifts that wobbled precariously as they made their way into the yard.

“Why bring one gift when you can bring five?” Fred quipped, his voice muffled as the top box teetered dangerously.

“Or six,” George added, grinning as he caught a falling present with impressive reflexes.

Y/N laughed as she stepped forward to help steady one of the stacks. “Are all of these for Victoire?” she asked, glancing at the twins.

“Of course!” Fred said, setting the stack down with a dramatic flourish. “She’s our favorite niece.”

“She’s your only niece,” Bill said, rolling his eyes.

“Which makes it even more true,” George chimed in, handing Y/N a particularly sparkly package. “Here, this one’s lighter. You look trustworthy.”

“Thanks?” Y/N replied with a laugh, placing the gift on the table as the twins began inspecting the decorations.

Not long after, Ron arrived with Hermione, his fiancée. 

She had already heard so much about the woman from Molly and Ron, but this was the first time they had been formally introduced. 

“Y/N! I’ve heard so much about you,” Hermione said, shaking her hand warmly. “You went to Ilvermorny, right?”

Y/N nodded, surprised by her enthusiasm. “I did,” she confirmed

“I’ve read about Ilvermorny, but I’d love to hear about it from someone who actually went there,” Hermione said eagerly. “What was your house? Was the Sorting Ceremony really different?”

Y/N chuckled. “I was a Thunderbird. And yes, from what charlie has told me, the Sorting Ceremony is completely different, it’s more about what your soul craves than your personality. It’s hard to explain.”

Hermione’s face lit up even more as she launched into questions about magical education in America, and Y/N found herself enjoying the conversation more than she’d expected.

The next arrivals were Molly and Arthur. Molly was balancing a huge tray of dragon-shaped biscuits, each one intricately decorated in bright colors.

“Y/N, dear, could you help me with this?” Molly asked as she stepped into the yard.

“Of course,” Y/N said, quickly taking the tray from her. The biscuits smelled heavenly, and Y/N couldn’t help but admire the detail. “These look incredible, Molly.”

“Oh, it’s nothing,” Molly said modestly, though she looked pleased. “Just a little something for the party. Victoire will love them.”

Y/N placed the tray on the dessert table while Arthur greeted her warmly. “Good to see you again, Y/N,” he said. “Victoire’s been talking about this party for weeks.”

“She’s got big plans,” Y/N replied, smiling. “It’s been fun helping her bring them to life.”

Not long after, Ginny and Harry arrived with Harry’s godson, Teddy. Y/N had met Harry briefly before, but this was the first time she’d been introduced to Teddy.

“Teddy, this is Y/N,” Ginny said, nudging the boy forward gently. “She’s a friend of Victoire’s.”

Teddy, with his bright purple hair and curious eyes, smiled shyly. “Hi.”

“Hi, Teddy,” Y/N said warmly. “Victoire’s been waiting for you. She’s got so much to show you.”

Teddy’s face lit up, and he immediately ran off to find Victoire. Y/N watched him go, chuckling softly. “He’s sweet.”

Harry nodded. “Yeah, he and Victoire are inseparable when they’re together.”

As noon approached, Percy arrived—precisely on time, as the invitation had stated. He gave a polite nod to Y/N and handed her a neatly wrapped gift for the table.

“Everything looks well-organized,” Percy said approvingly.

“Thanks,” Y/N replied, biting back a smile. “We’ve been working on it all morning.”

By now, the yard was buzzing with activity.

Y/N floated between groups, chatting easily with everyone and lending a hand wherever she was needed.

As Y/N drifted off toward the snack table, where Fred and George were enthusiastically debating the merits of dragon-shaped biscuits versus their “explosive” new treats, Charlie stayed back with Bill. His usual mischievous grin softened into something more sincere as he clapped a hand on his older brother’s shoulder.

“You’ve got a good one there,” Charlie said, his voice quieter now, nodding toward where Y/N was laughing at one of Fred’s outrageous jokes.

Bill’s brow furrowed slightly as he followed Charlie’s gaze. “What do you mean?” he asked, trying to sound casual but failing to hide the slight tension in his voice.

Charlie smirked, stepping back to lean casually against a nearby tree. “Come on, Bill. Don’t play dumb. I see the way you’ve been watching her all morning.”

“I haven’t been—” Bill started, but Charlie cut him off with a knowing look.

“Mate, I’ve known you my whole life,” Charlie said with a laugh. “You’re not exactly subtle. You’ve got that look, the one you get when you’re trying to figure something out but don’t want anyone else to notice.”

Bill crossed his arms, his expression defensive. “She’s great with Victoire. That’s all. It’s good to have someone like her around.”

“That’s all, huh?” Charlie raised an eyebrow, the teasing glint in his eyes tempered by something more serious. “Look, I get it. It’s been a long time since... well, since Fleur. And you’ve had your hands full with work and raising Victoire. But that doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to let someone in.”

Bill looked away, his jaw tightening. “It’s not that simple, Charlie.”

“It never is,” Charlie agreed, his tone steady. “But just because it’s not simple doesn’t mean it’s not worth it.”

Bill hesitated, his eyes flicking back to Y/N. She was now crouched down, helping Victoire arrange a tiny treasure hoard for her stuffed dragon. Her laugh carried across the yard, light and genuine, and the way she interacted with his daughter made something in Bill’s chest tighten.

“She’s been good for Victoire,” Bill said quietly, almost to himself.

“She’s been good for you, too,” Charlie countered, his voice firm but kind. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed. You’ve been less... wound up since she came around. More like yourself again.”

Bill didn’t respond right away, his thoughts tangled. He wanted to argue, to tell Charlie he was wrong, but deep down, he knew there was truth in his brother’s words.

“And she’s not just good with kids, you know,” Charlie added, his tone shifting to something more thoughtful. “Y/N’s the kind of person who makes people feel like they belong. She’s got this warmth about her, like she really sees people for who they are. Not everyone’s like that, Bill.”

Bill sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It’s not that I don’t see it,” he admitted finally. “But what if... what if I mess it up? Victoire’s my priority, and I can’t afford to bring someone into her life unless I’m absolutely sure.”

Charlie nodded, his expression understanding. “I get that. And you’re a damn good dad, Bill. But you’re also allowed to want things for yourself. You don’t have to make a decision today or tomorrow or even next week. Just... don’t shut the door before you’ve even opened it.”

Bill let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “When did you get so wise?”

Charlie grinned, clapping him on the back. “Comes with the territory of wrangling dragons. You pick up a thing or two.”

Bill rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He glanced back at Y/N, who had now joined Hermione and Teddy in a spirited debate about the best magical creatures.

“I’ll think about it,” Bill said finally, his voice low but resolute.

“That’s all I’m asking,” Charlie replied with a satisfied nod. “And hey, if you don’t, I might just swoop in and steal her myself.”

Bill shot him a warning look, and Charlie laughed, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Kidding, kidding. She’s all yours.”

With that, Charlie pushed off the tree and strolled toward the snack table, leaving Bill standing there, a mix of emotions swirling in his chest. For the first time in a long time, he found himself considering the possibility that maybe there was room in his life for something more.

tagged: @navs-bhat @neenieweenie @buendiabebeta

a/n: ooh Bill's got a crush. also i have such a soft spot for charlie i really want to write something for him so if you guys have an idea for a series im all ears. also i was NOT intending for this chapter to be almost 5k words long but whoops. Also I wanted to space these chapters out more but i just get too excited to post and just post them anyway lol

[hey-august]

Word count: Just under 1k Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, buggy x GN!reader, no use of Y/N, mentions of masturbation, sex, and oral.

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Buggy who is surprisingly good at drawing.

Buggy who doodles all the time. Ugly little caricatures of people who piss him off. Goofy scribbles of bits that make him laugh. Potential skits. 

Buggy who scrawls on the margins of paper, the corner of napkins, anywhere he can relieve the itch in his hands.

Buggy who designs costumes for his crew. Colored pencils and oil pastels bring the flashy couture to life.

Buggy who carries a small sketchbook in his coat. Deckle edged paper wrapped in leather, perfect for practicing pencil sketches and graphite drawings as he observes the crew.

Buggy who doesn’t share the drawings in his sketchbook, though. Some had to learn the hard way not to look over his shoulder.

Buggy who realizes too late that you are overtaking his personal pages. What started as small forms to study pose and movement grew larger, capturing more of your essence.

Buggy who becomes obsessed with capturing the small details. How your nose crinkles when you laugh. The sneer in your lips when you’re pissed. The way you rake your fingers through your hair when you try to calm yourself.

Buggy who gets curious late one night. Curious and desperate.

Buggy who draws you from memory and fueled by his filthy imagination. The soft sound of pencil scraping along the paper is comforting.

Buggy who fills a page with you in compromising positions. The lewd expressions you might wear. What he thinks you’d look like split on his cock. Or mouth open, begging to have your face fucked. His hands gripping your plush thighs.

Buggy who fucks himself to the hand-drawn porn and cums all over the page.

Buggy who feels guilty and burns the soggy drawings, as best he can. It takes a few frustrating tries and he panics, even though no one is around.

Buggy who tries to ignore those feelings. Trying to draw anything except you. But everything looks like shit now. Proportions are off. He presses too hard when sketching, unable to erase the stark lines. Even his doodles lack life.

Buggy who gives in and scribbles you in the corner of his sketchbook before moving on to something else. And it works. His movements flow better. A weight is lifted off his chest.

Buggy who eventually caves to the nighttime muse once more. Filling another perverted page with the obscene images flooding his mind. This time, he doesn’t ruin the drawings with jizz or fire.

Buggy who revisits that page frequently. Adds to that page. Convinces himself that it’s okay, it’s not hurting anyone. In fact, it helps him by taking away other urges.

Buggy who eventually manages to misplace his sketchbook. He fucking lost it.

Buggy who doesn’t want to bring attention to his lost treasure. If he says it’s missing, some freaks might find it and look through the pages. They’ll realize what a pathetic loser he is.

Buggy who frantically retraces his footsteps, barking orders to keep everyone away from him. 

Buggy who finally finds it in the hallway just outside his room. The book must have fallen out of his pocket and laid mostly out of sight with the brown leather blending into the wooden floor.

Buggy who is relieved. It doesn’t look like the book had been touched or moved. Even the leather string is still wound around the sketchbook tightly.

Buggy who needs to get back to other duties after sloughing them off most of the day. He’s still on edge, reading into everyone’s interactions. No one acts differently, adding to the relief that no one knows about his perversions.

Buggy who doesn’t open the sketchbook until the end of a very long day. Who waits until he’s alone and in his room.

Buggy whose stomach lurches at the note peeking out of one of the pages. A page devoted to your smile. A note with your handwriting. “This is so impressive! I look so happy”

Buggy who slams the sketchbook shut and starts to pace around the room. Fuck. Did you find it first? Did you look through it? Why? What else did you see? What else did you see?

Buggy who freezes at the thought. Who stares at the awful book, as if it would pipe up and tell him in a fluttery voice.

Buggy who grabs the book and roughly throws it into a drawer, ready to lock up his feelings. Ready to deal with his unhealthy actions with more unhealthy actions.

Buggy who tries to go to bed but can’t sleep. He lays in bed surrounded by a carousel of thoughts. Of fear. And anxiety.

Buggy who sends over a hand to retrieve the damn book. He has to know. He’ll die if he doesn’t find out.

Buggy who can feel his hands shake with each heartbeat as he thumbs through the book, looking for more notes.

Buggy who feels both calmed and excited as he finds your commentary on a few more innocuous pages. Praises for his skill and appreciation for scenes he captured.

Buggy who finally flips to the page. That one.

Buggy who’s afraid to read the note you left there. But he does. “Want to collaborate one day?”

Buggy whose stomach and heart are in knots. 

Buggy who keeps reading. “I’d like to see what you look like too.”

Buggy who shows up at your door, panting and red faced. Sketchbook in hand.

Buggy who trails his fingers along your face as he fucks into you, commiting each detail to memory. The shape of your mouth with each moan. Your lust-filled eyes. The little teeth marks left after you bite your lips.

Buggy who can’t help but stare at your sex-tired body. Chest heaving. Glistening.

Buggy who still wants to taste you. To taste himself on you. Who uses his mouth and tongue to memorize more of your body.

Buggy who is surprisingly good at drawing and collaborating.

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A/N: Just want to highlight this line bc I love it "This time, he doesn’t ruin the drawings with jizz or fire."

[handdrawnverathin]

Hi. So, uh... it's been a while. And after all this time, I think it's time to be honest with myself and admit that this animatic is probably never going to be finished. I started it when I'd only watched a couple POVs of Third Life and it really shows in the designs. Some of them aren't bad - I still like how I drew Tango - but enough of them have details wrong or just weird vibes that continuing to draw them is kinda dissatisfying. That being said, I put a lot of work into it and didn't want to let it just die without saying anything, so here's a collection of GIFs from the few scenes I managed to get edited.

For the record, I am still on the Hermitcraft/Life Series brainrot train and I have some drawings that I've been working on that I genuinely like. So hopefully those will be done soon! Just as soon as I finish that one project that I started eight years ago. But it's getting there! I swear!

Also: for anyone interested, I've included the original frame-by-frame plan below the cut

SONG: Willow Tree March, The Paper Kites

Intro

Feet swinging over sandstone cliff face (0:00 - 0:05)

Lower half of Grian’s face visible, whistling (0:05 - 0:12)

The cool bit

Fade to front face view of Grian, looking up slightly (0:12 - 0:16)

Real quick zoom out to all players standing in a row looking dramatic (0:16 - 0:28)

Title card fades in as overlay (0:20 - 0:28)

Player introductions

(0:28 - 0:30)

(0:30 - 0:32)

(0:32 - 0:34)

(0:34 - 0:36)

Peaceful times

Grian walking through a forest, early morning. First frame is a footstep, then a side view of him looking around (0:36 - 0:44)

Flower Husbands meeting, afternoon. First frame is Scott peaking into the hole from outside, then Jimmy looking up at him sheepishly (0:44 - 0:52)

Renchanting looking up at the sky, sunset. First frame is a hand raised to block the sun, then a rear-view shot of them from the waist up (0:52 - 1:00)

Phantom shelter, night. First frame is a wide view of the group either hiding or fending off phantoms, then a close up of a few of them laughing with each other(1:00 - 1:08)

FIRST DEATH

Wide shot of Scar burning the tree (1:08 - 1:12)

Close-up of Grian’s face as he looks to the side. Creeper visible in the reflection of his eyes. (1:12 - 1:16)

Scar doing some smooth talking. A wisp of smoke fades in behind him.(1:16 - 1:20)

Close up of Scar’s face turning around, eyes widening (1:20 - 1:22)

Yellow heart (1:22 - 1:26)

The promise

Wide shot of Monopoly Mountain, cut to close-up of Grian swearing loyalty with a hand over his heart (1:26 - 1:34)

Close-up of Grian’s face, mostly the eyes, looking a little unhappy with the whole situation (1:34 - 1:42)

Tensions rising

Skizz looks at an enderman: over-the-shoulder shot of him looking back, then a close up on his eyes widening (1:42 - 1:50)

Cleo threatening Pizza - animated? Initial/final poses plus two in-betweens (1:50 - 1:58)

Tango’s lava game: first a close up of his smiling face, then a wide shot with his arms outstretched in front of the challenge (1:58 - 2:06)

Scar threatening Ren for the enchanter: first an over-the-shoulder shot of Scar, then one of Ren (2:06 - 2:14)

Uh-oh

Wide shot of ceremony (2:14 - 2:18)

Ren, kneeling, waist down and cloak on (2:18 - 2:22)

Low-angle shot of Martyn looking very uncomfortable. Winces a bit, axe raised and…  (2:22 - 2:28)

Swings down. We get a flash of Ren's face, grinning, before fading out. The red eyes linger just a bit longer. (2:28 - 2:32)

O_o

Flower wall burns down (2:32 - 2:40)

Rear view wide shot in silhouette

Front view, sad and also a little horrified

Desert battle (2:40 - 2:48)

Profile view of Grian with a slightly manic smile on his face as explosions go off. The camera is pretty close to him, so we can’t actually see the explosions, but add in some effects and it’ll get the point across

Siege of Dogwarts (2:48 - 2:56)

Aerial attack using slowfall arrows

Ground combat feat. Joel and dogs

 Bdubs kills Impulse, Scar kills Bdubs (2:56 - 3:04)

Interlude

Scar (right) kneeling in the water before Grian (left). We can see Scar from about chest down and only the lower half of Grian’s legs (3:04 - 3:12)

Low-angle shot of Grian looking down at Scar holding a sword. We can see Scar’s head and maybe a bit of his back depending on camera angles. (3:12 - 3:20)

Fade to the Tree in a dark void, glowing as if by firelight. Very slow pan out. Fade to a wider view before the light is extinguished, leaving us in darkness.  (3:20 - 3:28)

Ghosties (dark gray background, white outlines)

Jimmy/Cleo/Skizz (3:28 - 3:32)

Joel/Scott/Etho (3:32 - 3:36)

Tango/Ren/Martyn (3:36 - 3:40)

Impulse/BigB/Bdubs (3:40 - 3:44)

They want blood (survivors haunted by ghosts)

Grian, with chestplate and sword, looking very much like he’d rather be anywhere else(3:44 - 3:48)

Scar, also not having a good time, sword and shield but no chestplate (3:48 - 3:52)

Facing each other, no weapons or armor. Scar of left, Grian on right (3:52 - 3:56)

Close up side view of Grian’s face: scared, then steeling himself (eyes closed) then shouting as he runs in (3:58 - 4:02)

The girls are fighting! ;A;

(4:02 - 4:10)

(4:10 - 4:18)

(4:18 - 4:26)

We have a winner

Full body behind shot of Grian standing at the edge of the cliff before falling (4:26 - 4:36)

[enavstars]

King and Lionheart - Of Monsters and Men

Do not tag as Greenflame! They are brothers!

Here it is another song :D. I heard it and inmediately thought of them and somehow managed to do this.

I wanted to use Possession scenes for the chorus but I ended up using the 3 big events of the show. I also wanted to use canon things but I had to invent some because there aren't enough on the show and it's in chronological order so I couldn't add more dragons rising scenes.

More details:

For the final part I also had to invent them but the hugs are most of them after the fight of the season, which are, in order:

-Dragons rising (episode 2)

-Crystalized

-March of the Oni

-Possession

-Tournament (after the staff scene before the end)

-Rise of the snakes

-Rise of the snakes (after Kai's true potential episode)

As always there are a few details in some drawings, have fun looking for them :)

The other song, Daylight, had 44 drawings which some of them were repeated, so it was around 35 original drawings; this one had 55 all different drawings and it took me 2 weeks

Again, some of my favourite drawings:

[sepptember]

𝐃𝐄𝐖𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑 :: miles morales

pairing :: miles morales x gn!reader.

content warning(s) :: none!

sypnosis :: miles is spending the evening with you, the tv playing in the background. he decides you look pretty on paper. requested here.

word count :: 0.587k

Miles loves rainy days, but he loves them more with you—the soft hum of your tv playing as your fairy lights add a soft warmth to your bedroom, the rain drumming against the window.

You look beautiful, undone for the night, wearing the matching pajamas you insisted on buying the both of you. He loves seeing you relaxed. He loves the calm you bring after a long day that he melts into. He loves you.

And maybe that's what compels him to grab his sketchbook from his backpack, taking out his pencils and markers. He takes in the details of your face, following the edges of your nose, your eyes glowing in the reflection of your lights and the tv. He copies every one of them on the paper. You occupy numerous pages in his sketchbook already—what’s wrong with another?

It's rough at first, a loose sketch of the more vague pieces of you and the window in the background. Miles takes in the different colors, the warmth of the room bouncing off your skin, and the changing colors of the scenes, and he mimics them with his pencils and markers.

Miles steals you from the world. He swiftly curls your image into his fingers and lays you flat on the paper, carefully tucking you away before the world can steal you back. He will have that peaceful picture of you forever, and Miles wants the world to be jealous of that. He wants it to envy him for being able to keep that exact moment of you forever because the world only got it for a second.

The show is a few more episodes in when he finishes—you've changed positions, your head resting on your mountain of stuffed animals and blankets, but he still managed to copy you perfectly.

“Miles,” You say, his eyes moving from his sketchbook and up to you. Your eyes are slightly droopy, your voice just slightly a grumble. “What're you drawing?”

The way you say drawing makes him feel like a kindergartener with crayons. Suddenly, his art has become a scribbled stick figure. “Just a doodle.”

“Can I see?” You ask, and it feels like it'd be illegal to say no—even though he knows you'd completely understand if you did. He hands you the open book with a hint of embarrassment. He's sketched you so many times before but rarely shows them to you. He worries you'll think they're terrible.

You grab it as if it will tear at the seams if you're not delicate, but you beam when you finally see the page. You pull it onto your lap, taking in every little detail, completely mesmerized in a way Miles wasn't expecting.

“Oh my god,” You say, the smile growing, and Miles wants to copy that onto paper, too. “This is amazing, Miles. Really.”

He can't help the way he smiles at your compliment. It's an ego booster, almost. His parents have showered him with comments about his creativity, but they've never affected him much because they're his parents. Yet when you say it, it's something completely different. He values your opinion and cradles every comment you have close to his heart. “Do you have more? Not one of me! Just more art you'd be okay with letting me see.”

“You can flip through all of it. I don't mind.” He says, scooting closer to you. You grin again, and he swears it's the prettiest thing in the world, and he knows it will look just as pretty on paper.

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[casual-praxis]

Don’t feed the spiders, they might become attached.

The Gas Station AU is a trip, and that’s about the only thing I can think to add to this. Nothing in particular is being referenced here, I just wanted to draw a somewhat abstract portrayal of Red and Vio’s dynamic.

At the start Red actually had his correct colors, but as the drawing progressed they steadily got subdued under Vio’s colors, which kinda fits all things considered.

More rambling below the cut for anyone interested—as well as a few alt coloring versions! :)

I’ve had this idea in my head for a while now, it just took a bit to actually get around to drawing it.

The relationship between Red and Vio is something I think about a lot, despite them not being the focus characters of the AU. It’s gone through a few changes since the start, but since they’re a background pairing, it’s not likely it’ll come up very often.

The spiders crawling around Red come directly from Vio's demon form; they're the extra eyes dotted around his body. They can detach and roam about as seen here, though they never actually swarm Red like this. The only one Red ever has on him is the small one in his hair.

As for what the flower is for. I was mainly inspired by the song Shun-ran by John, specifically the part where the pv character is stabbed by a rose. Whether the song itself reflects Red remains to be seen, but it's an interesting thought. :)

It also doubles as a literal interpretation of Vio's full name in the AU.

Behold, the Death Bloom.

There's a lot of hidden details that really only make sense to me at the moment, but Red's expression being hidden, him flashing a peace sign, a spider being in his pocket, a spider being on his left hand, and the flower stem poking through the general location of his heart all have small meanings. Some might be obvious when pointed out, others not so much.

Speaking of details, here's a few alternative versions I ended up with. Am still as indecisive as ever when it comes to these things.

No cross-out lines, looks way more smooth:

No flower, but nothing adjusted to account for that, whoops (also a hidden spider appears):

Adding red back into the cross-out lines:

All effects removed, so he’s actually red again (still got that flower though..):

Pls ignore the fact I forgot the stitching on his hoodie. I have no idea how I managed that but I’m too lazy to go back and fix it, sadly.

[darcytaylor]

I've been seeing some back and forth about NDAs in regards to Luke and his friends/A. Some people think there is an NDA and others don't think there is one. What do you think?

I've gotten a few asks about NDAs, so I figured I'd address it.

NDAs are definitely something people speculate about when it comes to celebrities and their circles, especially when fans notice that friends or significant others are staying quiet or keeping to a certain narrative. At the end of the day, though, it’s all speculation. But there are certain signs that could point to NDAs being in place.

From a logical perspective, an NDA would make sense in the entertainment industry - it’s common for celebs to use NDAs to protect their privacy or brand image (this is a fact). They can be used when they want to control narratives or to keep details of their private lives from becoming the subject of public scrutiny. Of course, some people might choose not to speak out just out of respect for their friend’s privacy. In Luke’s case, it’s hard to say for sure what has or hasn’t been signed, and fans might just have to draw their own conclusions here, because honestly, either option is plausible. If somebody believes there to be one, that makes sense. If somebody believes there isn't one, that also makes sense.

I will say, though, that certain actions seemed to shift between Luke and his friend group after the Italy trip, which adds to why an NDA could be possible. During that trip, his location was being leaked in real time by his friends, and that may have led his team to step in and talk to him about managing things differently. There were also rumours that he left Italy early, and if that’s true, it’s possible his team called for a meeting to address the negative attention around Italy and lay out a course of action for his public image (which was already not in the greatest place). So, while nobody knows for sure, it seems possible that him and his team may have taken steps to limit exposure, whether that’s through an NDA or some other approach.

[indignantlemur]

Hello lovelies! Who wants a nice, cozy kitchen scene? I'm not back up to snuff, but as part of my physiotherapy I've been encouraged to draw and write and generally give my arm and hand a good work out with all kinds of horrible contortions and exercises. I'm far from at my previous level, and I can't tolerate the kind of shading I preferred before my injury, so for this piece I experimented with a more cell-shading like style this time. I think it turned out alright! A bit rough, sure, but not bad for a first attempt!

I still can't draw a smooth lines without leaning pretty heavily on stabilizers, but I am improving a little more every day. While I'm not completely happy with parts of the overall piece, I think I managed to more or less hit the target!

Detail shot and rambling below the cut, as per usual!

So the main idea behind all of this was a series of slice of life snapshots that felt cozy and comfortable, focusing heavily on the interactions between characters over drama and big scenes. I didn't have a particular location in mind with this one, but I have always thought that Dagmar's Andoria apartment would be conspicuously corporate-bland, the way a lot of common spaces are in Star Trek - and probably the most common examples Andorian architects would draw from without knowing any better.

In the background, we have Dagmar's little notes and reminders, as she's always struck me as the sort of person who uses her fridge like a personal calendar and organizer rather than a showcase for sentimental things.

Transcribed, they read:

[To Do: - Groceries!!! - New books ] [Language Lessons - High Vulcan!!! (<-Email Comm Lorik @ embassy again) - Coridanese - Refresh Klingon - Aenar dialect?] [DRINK WATER - NOT coffee] [Appointment w/ Miraal @ [indecipherable]]

Food in all its varieties has been a big part of Emigre from the very beginning, and I thought in particular that it would be nice to capture a scene with Dagmar and Thelen focused around that point. After all, if Thelen can teach Dagmar the ins and outs of Andorian cooking, why can't Dagmar return the favour?

So, working off of that, I wanted to try for a scene that feels mostly familiar. As much as I wanted to feature familiar objects and tools, owing to Dagmar's past origins and preferences, I also wanted to add little things that are just a tiny bit alien, too. We have the half-drunk drinks of familiar blue ale; the datapad, forgotten, going into screen-saver mode; the cream tarts in unusual shades; and even some odd little fruits that look like cherry tomatoes and come in dull Skittle colours, for example. Then, there's the ulu-style knife just at the edge of the frame. It's an unusual choice over a standard santoku knife or any other perfectly serviceable kitchen knife, but given its resemblance to a ushaan-tor it feels oddly appropriate. Providing my recovery continues to go well, I'm hoping to do a few more cozy scenes, but I can't promise anything just yet!

[wiltkingart]

Do you have any advice on how 2 not overwork a drawing? Over-detailing my art (to the detriment of the final result) is a big weakness of mine, and ive been working on it lately, but simplifying my art is way harder than I thought itd be. I keep getting stuck in a mentality that less detail = less effort, even though all my struggling should prove that isnt true lol. & I almost always like my simpler drawings better, even though that makes me feel kinda lazy…as long as it’s fun tho, right? [1/2]

I’m asking here bc one of the things I adore about your work is how confident and striking your paintings feel. I really admire the way colors and shape language interact in your art…I always want to keep looking to see what I can find hidden in the details, but they don’t take away from the main focus of the image. How do you manage to strike that balance? [2/2] (sorry for the long question lol)

honestly this is still something i struggle with at times! but some things that have helped me are:

- identifying which parts i tend to overwork the most. for me thats faces so i have made it a conscious habit to render faces last. that way i can match my level of face rendering to the rest of the piece.

- working on all parts of the painting at once. some artists are able to work on a painting from section to section. this is not me, regardless of detail level. jumping around all over the place keeps me from focusing too hard on one section above others. i even take this one step further by working on 2+ paintings simultaneously but there is something wrong with me for this one i'll admit.

- staying zoomed out for as long i can. this goes in hand with the previous point but when you're zoomed out its easier to lay down the biggest/primary color blocks without the temptation to detail. once the main color blocks are nicely balanced its easier to pick out a few points of interest to add spots of detail to, and restrain myself to them. (easier said than done! but i try!)

- getting comfortable with backtracking / deleting overworked sections and layers. this might seem scary but this has saved my ass more times than you might think. i always save a version of my drawings before i merge everything / start rending so i can always copy over earlier sections if needed.

- cold turkey removing details from the equation for a while. i did this more from necessity than choice, because i was struggling with my health a few years back and had zero energy to sink into art for long hours. but looking on the bright side it helped me realize what details are/aren't necessary and how to build my features from big -> small. this progression of my patho art shows pretty well how i introduced details back into my work over time.

but yeah! sometimes i do still find myself creeping a little too close to overwork territory for comfort, even with all these safeguards in place. in that case i have to accept that not every piece i put out will be my 'best' and that perfection has no place in art. that's not the point of it!

simplifying forms isn't easy, the same way abstract art isn't lazy. but with all things it can be learned with enough practice. and if you decide at the end of it all that you still like drawing a lot details, it might be a matter of readjusting how / where you implement them. best of luck <3