#my first collab!

[cousin-itt]

Art for The Pizza Box Pact / Act One: An old promise and a new pledge

Written by @pizzaqueen for @steddiebang

Other Art by @goingsteddi3 here

Rated T / part one of three / 7.1k (total ~24k)

SUMMARY:

Eddie and Steve have been living together, working together, and raising their cat together for a few years, now, but they’re not together together. They’re friends—the best of—nothing more, and they’re happy.

At least, Eddie is, and he thought Steve was too. But then he finds a pact they made, one drunken night ten years ago, where they pledged to ��marry’ each other if they were still single by the time they’re thirty, and everything changes.

Steve isn’t amused by the reappearance of the pledge, in fact he seems almost upset by it, and Eddie figures it’s because he’s going to be thirty soon and doesn’t have a girlfriend. So, he does what any best friend would do: promises to find Steve his perfect woman, setting him up on a series of unsuccessful blind dates.

But somewhere along the way, Eddie rediscovers feelings that he thought he’d put aside years ago. He just hopes he hasn’t discovered them too late.

Read part one at AO3

(The werewolf is from the 2nd edition DND monster manual)

[faededaway]

Aizawa x reader

(reader is a cam-girl, Aizawa is the viewer. I had this prompt rotating in my head foreverrr but a cyber sex Collab pushed me to finally write it down ! I have posted the master list of the Collab on the bottom. Please check it out!)

If someone ever asks Aizawa how it happened, he'd have to say, "it's Hizashi's fault!". After all, Hizashi saw his friend alone and sad. And decided to be a good friend by helping Aizawa cope vicariously. Using a parasocial relationship with a cam girl! (if you could call it that)

"I have preferences", he'd say.

"So does everyone else!", his friend would reply.

And Nemuri, being the sex positive goddess that she is, suggested a website where Aizawa could list out such preferences.

A cam-site where you could find cam performers through meticulous tagging after which you'd be redirected to their personal websites. A way to sort his preferences. To be petty and extra meticulous, Aizawa made sure to select a bunch of tags he was absolutely sure could not have been together.

"Submissive roleplay"

"Edging"

"Good girl"

"Faceless"

"Anonymous"

"Female"

"Nipple play"

"Toys"

"Idle talk"

"Interactive"

"Whining"

And ..... 20 more.

To his absolute surprise, there was only one show which fulfilled all of his... Requirements. Well, at least that narrowed down his choices to exactly one.

And that's how he found you.

There you were. When he was redirected to your page, you were already streaming. The video showed you sitting on your bed with your back to the headboard. It seemed like you had your laptop (he assumed) on one of those foldable tables. You were wearing a black mask and ...normal clothing. Revealing nothing ...yet. Your page was pretty good. Nothing was sketchy about it. A schedule of your lives was posted on the top banner. On the bottom of the stream was the chat box. Aizawa noticed that he could comment without any costs, only thing he needed was a name. Unthinkingly, he put down Shou.

On the right side of your page there was a cute to-do list which said "today's theme". Under that list he saw "your girlfriend video calls you when you're away". He wanted to close the tab right there, but hearing your cute laugh after reading a comment made him decide “5 minutes”.

What he didn't expect was to get hooked on so fast.

Damn the accurate tags! Damn you!

2 hours. You had streamed for 2 hours and Aizawa had been there for every second of it. You started off by talking about your day. Just as a partner would. Just as a partner might. You talked about what you had for breakfast, how many cats you saw on the streets, and even about your shit plumbing! Slowly, you eased into more sensual talk. “You know.... I miss you so much.”

Aizawa's breath hitched. Fuck. It sounded so much like you meant it. Like you said to him.

“I wish you were here to touch me”.

Aizawa was sure his heart had stopped beating.

“I really wanna show you where I want you. Can I?”

After the 100 "yes, please baby" comments, you had taken your t-shirt off to reveal your black cotton bra made Aizawa groan. Something about how you weren't trying to get him off, and how you weren't deliberately trying to be sexy was doing the opposite. It was turning him on a lot.

The stream had ended with you coming after playing with your nipples and barely touching your lower half because “baby don't touch what I can't have” had been commented by the highest tipper.

After that, Aizawa had noted down your streaming schedule and joined in regularly.

Your streams made him feel like you really were his long distance partner. It was like he was having a video call with his girlfriend. There were times you'd ask "can I do this?" "Should I take off my top?" He'd wanted to comment! But commenting anything sexual cost him!

Makes sense. Viewership is free. I should pay to ask to see the things I want.

Though he'd been able to reply for free during the 'casual session'. He'd have to pay to say anything during the sensual session. So pay he did! After being friends with a radio star, he knew better than to get free service.

Highest payers got most priority. When comments were conflicting "Can I cum?" "20 votes: yes" "20 votes: not yet"

He saw himself being the tie breaker by tipping just a tad bit too much just so his "good little girl" could cum like she deserves.

Sometimes you'd have special sessions. If it was a regular's birthday, you'd bake a mini cake and sing them a song on camera. More often than not, by the end of the show half of it would be ON your body, your tits, and places he'd never put them in.

"Please, clean yourself as soon as you can", he'd type after you come off your high. You'd giggle softly, "yes, daddy. thank you for looking out for me, Shou." And blow a kiss to the screen. Towards Shou. All his regrets about using a name too close to his real one disappeared after that.

Then came the gift session. 6 months in, you'd gotten a new feature on your site.

Apparently someone's birthday wish had been for you to open a P.O. box. You'd been reluctant to it for obvious reasons. As friendly as you are, giving away your location to perverts online wasn't exactly safe. Aizawa had almost typed "you don't have to!". When he heard of it.

But you'd found a way for things to be sent to you without disclosing your address.

"It'll take an entire week for the thing to reach me. So please don't send anything perishable. And .... Don't send anything too expensive. I want you to take care of your hard earned money. Okay?" He couldn't see your face. You had your arms on the desk, your chin in your palms. He could swear he heard the sweetest most genuine smile. He'd wanted to see it.

Your face. I really wish I could see it.

He wondered if there was a way to see it.

He'd sent you little things. His favorite book. A sweater when it got colder. Anything he wanted to show you as he went about his day. A picture of his cat, a postcard he thought you'd like, gift cards he'd never use. He was spoiling you like he'd spoil his girlfriend. In his mind somewhere, you were nothing short of his long distance girlfriend. When he saw you ruin your lingerie on screen, he sent replacements right after.

On his birthday, he'd typed "I wish I could see you smile just once".

You'd been silent for a while. His heart was in his throat.

Ah, I should have not said that.

"I wish I could see you too, Shou. Happy birthday! I know your preferences so I'll keep the leftovers in the fridge to eat later. Okay? Won't get any on myself."

You remembered him. And his preferences.... You wished to see him too... He remembers being so giddy for the next few days. So giddy that his quiz papers had even the weakest of students getting 70%. An unforgettable week for UA.

On the 2 year anniversary of his viewership (and the fictional relationship he built up with you in his head), you introduced another new feature.

One on One video sessions just for your highest tippers.

"I though about the best way to do this. I don't want you guys to empty your banks. Some of you are too reckless! I'm looking at YOU, YourDaddySupreme! So, there'll be 1 session every month. You'll have 1 chance to place your bids. I'll set up the bidding in 2 minutes. You can only bid once. I'll stop the bid in 5 minutes. Okay?"

His fingers twitched. He had to get it. He had to be it. $50? $100? $200? How much would he need? $1000? He thought of how much he could afford to give up after his rent and utilities were paid and decided that seeing your face would be worth all the meals he'd miss.

My disposable income, is at your disposal.

"Okay! Times up! I'm not sure if you guys are rich or bad with money.... If this is how much you'll bet each time, then I don't think I'll do it. It wasn't a good idea." You paused for a good while before taking a deep breath and continuing.

Oh, of course. Of course, it'd go this way.

"Don't worry. You won't be billed. You make me question my moral obligations! I don't think I'll be taking anything off today. Actually, hold on. I'll put some more clothes on. Make sure you know I'm upset with you!". Part of Aizawa was disappointed but at least no one else gets to your face either. Is what he thought until he saw his email.

Hello.

If you've received this mail, it's because you were the highest bidder in today's show.... Is what I'd like to say.

In reality, there was no bid. There wasn't going to be a one-on-one session with highest bidder. I just.. wanted to see if you placed a bet so I know you want this.

I only want a one-on-one with my sweetest viewer, Shou. The one who sends me pictures of Sushi (best cat!!), sends me funny postcards, and care baskets for the changing weather. Not to mention the fact that you help me replace my very(very) expensive lingerie every time I sacrifice one! I could kiss you just for this! Shou, you've made me grow to like you a lot! I can't help but feel like you ... Like me. Like... Romantically... Isn't this romance?? I don't know.

Anyway, feel free to ignore this email if I'm wrong. But if I'm right, please reply with a time that is convenient for you. I'll reply with the video call link!

I wish I can see you, Shou.

A ball of nerves,

Y/N (your virtual girlfriend from CamShowzzFortheBuzy.to)

Aizawa was no fortune teller, but he had a feeling Hizashi and Nemuri would be on his case about owing a favor to them forever. For some reason, that didn't make him feel as bad as he thought it would.

Cyber sex master list and post @fuwushiguro <3

🩷Part 2 🧡Part 3

[cheese-doorstop48]

A collab with @/ginniegaal on Twitter!!!

Ginnie doesn’t have a tumblr, but he’s okay with me sharing it!!

I adored redrawing this official art with him!!! :D

[bloomylee]

my first collab ever in my life with @anobody069

they're so cute!!!!

[basilike-hodo]

The collab is now complete! A romantic kiss from a couple, inspired by the painting "The Kiss" by Gustav Klim. The author of the ideas and my colleague Riblen.

Unfortunately she was banned. Neither I nor she know the details or reasons.😢

[sarawritestories]

Me: I have so many projects. I should not start any more.

Also Me: Hey, Mils I have this idea...

@milswrites: I'm In

Me: Excellent!

[coffeeatfouram]

Well here's our collab with @samdravvs ✨🥂 Ngl this was my first only base collab so it was harder than I thought but ıts more beautiful than other too

Btw my vision with lion was a clean image but I kinda feel like I messed up that part maybe its because a small detail kinda thing but looks like ıt lacks demon traits, HEAR ME OUT. Since It's a powerfull being and above humans the way it looks should be more pure and clean with a little charming devilish side idk..

Btw I just noticed I didn't colored the Artline, I usually do maybe that's what is bugging me

Anyways I shared my #speedpaint process with the lion

And one last thing, our separate works✨

I will eventually share my steps of coloring with the lion, and I'm open with collab art😌☕

[crompledong]

🚨 ATTENTION ALL EARTHBOUND FANS🚨

Im currently hosting an Earthbound 30th Anniversary Collab and we still have plenty of slots available!

If you’re curious check out the google doc provided and come join the fun!

[amalthea-felsblood]

One evening, while Marian was out for a stroll in Ishgard, she happened upon a man of The Brume named Garrett Vinland. He had a great love for Ishgard and wished to see it protected. Sensing the truth in his words, Marian has now found a new comrade in arms.

Knights Of The Brume

A huge thank you to @thebrumeknight-ffxiv ❇

[roseworkshop]

arrtt

I collab with @okameeznuts and made this :D

Hope y'all like it. :)

[alexblack1306]

Yayyyyyyy, collab with @bepoucorp

[livelaughwhump]

Valentine's Day

The Valentine's Day collab is finally here!

This is Elliot's POV. Cedar's POV will be on @ofclrosewriteswhump 's blog, but I will be adding both to the Worthless Masterlist.

I hope you enjoy!

Content: sickfic, an obscene amount of fluff, overwhelming gayness

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Elliot had begged Lyra not to text Cedar. They'd been planning their Valentine's date for weeks and Elliot couldn't bear to be the reason it was ruined.

He'd woken up that morning feeling achy and lethargic. His throat was sore, his nose was stopped, and beads of sweat continued to appear at his hairline, no matter how many times he tried to wipe them away.

Of course, Lyra had noticed right away that something wasn't right, despite how hard he tried to hide it.

“Please, Lyra. I'm fine, I swear!” Elliot begged. “Just don't tell him, please.”

Lyra already had their phone out with Cedar's messages pulled up. “Sunshine, you're sick. Your date isn't for another week, it's no big deal.”

“But if he finds out, he'll cancel it! He'll be too worried about me. He always—” Elliot coughed and gagged as he was forced to swallow back down the phlegm that had traveled up his throat.

Lyra sighed. “I'm sorry, sunshine, but I can tell you feel awful. It's only gonna get worse if you don't rest.” They sent the text and Elliot felt his heart plummet. “Now, let's get you to bed.”

That's what led to Elliot laying in his bed, sobbing quietly into his comforter with Dumpling curled up against his side, but that was several days ago. Since then, Lyra had been doing everything they could to help him rest and heal enough before their date. However, it wasn't enough. It was the day of Valentine's, and Elliot was still bedridden. That morning, Lyra had informed him that they were going to run some errands, but that Marlie was on her way over to keep him company. That eased his worries a bit, until all that was left was the guilt of ruining Valentine's Day.

Elliot was cuddling with Dumpling while watching a movie on Lyra’s computer when the door to his room suddenly opened. He glanced up to see Marlie standing in the doorway and instantly brightened up a little.

“M-Mar—” Elliot dissolved into a coughing fit, his throat burning as he did so. His eyes watered and he reached for a tissue, only to find the box empty. Elliot groaned and laid back down on his bed.

Marlie rushed to his side, mumbling a quick “be right back,” before returning with an unopened roll of toilet paper. “Sorry, Bluebell. I wanted to be quick. Do you need water?” she asked softly, sitting next to his bed.

Elliot nodded. “I'm sorry, Marlie. You-You don't have to d-deal with this.” He ripped off a square of toilet paper and blew his nose.

Marlie put a gentle hand on his shoulder, comforting him the best she could. “I don’t mind. I want to help you.”

Elliot sniffled and threw away his makeshift tissue. “Are you sure? You-You don't h-have to.”

Marlie nodded. “Of course. I brought a couple bottles in my bag. Here, Bluebell.” She handed him a water bottle before thinking of something. “Do you want help with anything?”

Elliot shook his head. “Can-Can you just k-keep me company? I-I don't know where L-Lyra went and-and I don't wanna be alone.”

Marlie nodded, knowing he was overthinking. “Of course! Do you want to watch anything?”  She offered to hold his hand, knowing she’d get sick anyway with her weaker immune system.

Elliot shrugged. “I was just watching some m-movie that Lyra had saved. I'm not really p-paying attention.”

“Okay, want to keep watching it? It's fun being with you. Is it okay that I’m holding your hand?” Marlie spoke softly, hoping to comfort Elliot. She giggled when Dumpling’s whiskers tickled her hand.

“Are-Are you sure?” Elliot asked. “I-I don't want to g-get you sick.”

Marlie nodded. “It’s okay. I've always gotten sick easily but it’s worth it for you.” She smiled at him gently.

“O-Okay then. Um…can-can you h-hold me while-while we watch the movie?”

Marlie smiled and immediately climbed into bed next to him. She opened her arms. “Of course, Bluebell. I'm always happy to hold you.”

Elliot smiled and crawled into her waiting arms. He snuggled into the warmth of her embrace as Dumpling curled up beside the two of them. Just as Marlie repositioned Lyra’s laptop, the sound of her phone buzzing startled them both. Elliot looked up at her, confused. “Who is it?”

Marlie reached over with one hand, keeping her arm around Elliot. “Lyra, they want to know how you're feeling. Are you doing okay?”

Almost as if on cue, Elliot broke into a coughing fit, his lungs and throat burning. He reached for the glass of water Lyra had left him and downed half of it in a matter of seconds. Once he was finished, he wiped his mouth dry and set the glass back onto the bedside table to his left. His voice was raspy and nasal as he said, “N-Not r-really.”

Marlie rubbed his back. She tried her best to comfort him and make him feel better. “Do you have any cough medicine?” she asked after sending a quick text to Lyra.

“I-I'm not sure,” Elliot answered. “B-Broderick was supposed to g-get some, but-but I don't know if he's b-back yet.”

“Want me to text him?” Marlie asked, holding Elliot close and offering the comfort she could.

Elliot nodded. “If-If you don't m-mind.”

Marlie nodded. “I don't mind at all. Want me to keep holding you?” She asked, pulling out her phone to send the text. “Done.”

Elliot nodded. “Y-Yes, please.” He shivered and curled up to her.

Marlie held him close, trying to warm him up.

“Can-Can I have a blanket?”

Marlie nodded, “Of course!” She wrapped a blanket around Elliot, holding him close in her arms. “Now we wait for a response.”

It was a few minutes later that Broderick finally responded, the text reading, “Just picked up some cough medicine. Should be back in a couple minutes.”

Marlie looked at her phone, once again startled by the sudden noise. “Broderick says he'll be back soon.” She sent back a quick response, thanking him.

Elliot nodded. “Th-Thanks, Marigold.”

Marlie held him closer. “Happy to help, Bluebell.”

Elliot was still shivering, though much less so than before. “You're so w-warm.”

“I’m happy you think so.” Marlie smiled, relieved to feel Elliot relax. “Want me to ask Broderick for another blanket when he gets back?”

Elliot nodded. “Yes, please.”

Marlie brushed his hair, knowing how much he liked the feeling. “It should only be a few minutes. He’ll be here soon.”

Elliot closed his eyes and reveled in the gentle touch at the top of his head.

Marlie smiled, humming quietly until she heard footsteps approach the door.

Elliot opened his eyes just in time to see Broderick peek his head into the room. “Hey, guys,” he greeted. “I've got some cough medicine and an extra blanket.”

Marlie smiled. “Thanks.” Not knowing what else to say, she resumed brushing Elliot’s hair.

Broderick stepped into the room, set the medicine beside Elliot's bed, and handed the blanket to Marlie. “How are you feeling, sweet?”

Elliot briefly glanced up at the medic and shrugged. “N-Not great. S-Sorry for-for causing so much trouble.”

“It's no trouble at all, sweet. This is my job. Just take one of those tablets every six hours and let me know if there's anything else I can do for you, okay?” Elliot nodded, and with one last friendly smile, Broderick left the room.

Marlie helped Elliot with his medicine; the tablet being small helped. She wrapped Elliot in the fluffy blanket and held him close.

Elliot cuddled up to her and laid his head in her lap. “Marlie?” He asked.

Marlie responded with a quiet hum, continuing to gently brush Elliot’s hair while he rested his head on her lap.

“Do you think Cedar's m-mad that-that I ruined our date? I-I haven't s-seen him in almost a-a week.” Tears flooded Elliot's ocean-blue eyes as he imagined the worst. “What if he b-breaks up with me?”

Marlie looked at him worriedly. “He's not breaking up with you. He's been trying to find a way to make your date fun while you're sick. I don't know exactly what he's planning but he's been trying lots of Spanish recipes.” She gently brushed his hair.

The worry and fear in the pit of Elliot's stomach didn't fade. “Then-Then why hasn't he come to s-see me?”

“He wants to perfect it. You know how you were going stargazing? He's going to bring the stars to your bedroom. Want to call him to feel better? I'm sure he wouldn't mind. Lyra’s helping him out with the finishing touches.” Marlie softly brushed Elliot’s hair. “It was going to be a surprise so I can't tell you what exactly Cedar’s bringing for food or how he's going to make a stargazing date for the both of you. I just know he's been tracking stuff down at thrift shops and astronomy places.”

Elliot felt even more guilty. “I-I ruined the surprise?”

Marlie shook her head. “Not at all. You know the basics of it but you don't know what Cedar is bringing here. That’s not ruining the surprise.”

“O-Okay,” Elliot said. “Um…when-when is he gonna be here?”

Marlie glanced at her phone. It was around late afternoon or early evening. “About an hour. I think he wants the sun to be down before coming.”

Anxiety swelled in the pit of Elliot's stomach. “Do-Do I look okay?”

Marlie nodded, not wanting to overwhelm him. “You look great. How about putting on a skirt or your new dress if you want. I can do your hair while you're in bed too.”

Elliot nodded and quickly jumped out of bed to go change.

Marlie followed, ready to catch him if he slipped. “Careful, you're still sick. You don't have to dress up a lot. Just do what you can, okay?”

Elliot ignored her concern and quickly scanned his closet for something nice to wear. “I just wanna look nice,” he said. “If he's putting all this effort into a n-nice date, I-I don't wanna look like I've been sick.”

Marlie nodded in understanding, walking over to Elliot to help him find something he liked. “What about your flower dress?”

Elliot examined his black, floral-patterned dress. It hung to his knees and had puff shoulder sleeves. He'd gotten it recently on a trip to the mall and had yet to wear it. “Do-Do you think he would like that?”

“He’d love it.” Marlie smiles at him. She was so happy to see him excited for a date.

“O-Okay.” Elliot grabbed the dress and bolted into the bathroom to get changed.

Marlie waited patiently, petting Dumpling while Elliot changed.

When Elliot emerged, he gave a twirl to show Marlie the whole thing. “What do you think?”

Marlie beamed, eyes glowing at how happy Elliot looked. “You look amazing!”

“R-Really?” Elliot asked, giving himself a once-over in the mirror. “Do you think I need shoes or anything?”

Marlie shook her head, standing next to him. “No, you guys are staying home. Kinda like a movie date but better.”

Elliot nodded, his breathing quickening.

Marlie looked at him worriedly, guiding him to sit. “Bluebell, he wants to bring stargazing inside. You’re safe, I promise.”

Elliot's breathing didn't slow. “I-I just w-wanna be g-good enough for-for him. Wh-What if he doesn’t l-like this? What if he gets m-mad at me for-for being sick? What if he's doing this just to b-break up with me?”

Marlie brought him into a hug, knowing his past relationships were horrendous. “You're perfect to him. Bluebell, he's so happy with you and will love this. He's not mad and he won't break up with you. I promise. Want me around for support?”

Elliot melted into her embrace and tried not to cry into her shoulder. “N-No that's-that's okay. I-I don't want him to-to get m-mad.” Elliot flinched when the distant sound of the doorbell rang. He gasped. “That's-That’s h-him.”

Marlie took his hand. “He wouldn't. Want to walk to the door with me?”

Elliot nodded and shakily reached for her hand.

Marlie gently squeezed his hand. “It’s okay, he’ll be so excited to see you.”

Elliot nodded once more and nervously followed her down to the front door.

...

Marlie opened the door, Dawn helping Cedar carry a box of food.

Elliot's breath caught in his throat. He felt like it had been months since he'd seen Cedar, even though it had only been a week. Anxiety churned in the pit of his stomach at the sight of his tall boyfriend.

“Love? How are you feeling? I'm so happy to see you!” Cedar smiled. “Happy Valentine's day.”

Elliot couldn't help the way his cheeks warmed and the dorky smile that grew across his face. “I'm f-feeling better now. H-Happy Valentine's Day.”

Cedar’s smile matched Elliot’s eyes, smiling as he saw his boyfriend. “Ready to start the date, Love?”

Elliot nodded. “I've m-missed you.”

Cedar set the box down in Elliot’s room, Dawn and Marlie following him. “Same to you, Love. I'm so happy to see you.” Cedar smiled as he opened his arms.

Elliot smiled back and practically collapsed into his boyfriend's strong arms. He had to stand on his tiptoes in order to kiss Cedar, but it was worth it. He just hoped Cedar wouldn't end up sick after this.

Cedar caught Elliot and kissed back. “I love you so much.”

Elliot's cheeks began to ache with how wide he was smiling. “I love you too.”

Cedar’s smile grew. “Ready to start, my Love?” 

Elliot giggled and nodded before dissolving into a coughing fit.

Cedar put an arm around him, rubbing his back until it finished. “Do you need to lay down, Love?”

Elliot nodded. “S-Sorry,” he croaked.

Cedar lifted him gently onto his bed. “No worries. How about starting dinner?” 

Elliot nodded. “Th-That sounds good.”

Cedar smiled, opening the containers of food that he had brought. “Take your pick, my Love.”

As Elliot's eyes scanned the multiple containers of food, his cheeks warmed. He couldn't believe that Cedar had done all this for him. “I-I can't decide. Everything looks a-amazing. Did-Did you m-make all this?”

Cedar blushed and nodded. “I packed so many. Maybe a little bit of everything? Is that okay with you? I just made our date sick safe, my Love.”

Tears began to prick the corners of Elliot's eyes at the sound of those words. “I-I just can’t believe you d-did all of this for me.”

Cedar gently brushed his tears away, kissing his forehead. “Of course, Love. I knew it would break your heart to miss out and I wanted to see you. I'd come over even if it meant cuddling and falling asleep.”

Elliot's lower lip started wobbling. “Can-Can I have a kiss?”

Cedar replied by gently kissing him, holding him close.

Elliot melted against him, heart pounding. He couldn't believe the lengths his boyfriend had gone just to make him feel special on their first Valentine's Day together. As he looked up into Cedar's forest-green eyes, he whispered, “I may or may not have just gotten you sick.”

Cedar brushed Elliot’s hair. “That’s okay. Seeing your smile makes it worth the chance.”

Elliot's cheeks warmed and he couldn't help the giggle that escaped his throat. “You try to make me blush on purpose.”

Cedar matched Elliot’s smile, chuckling. “I try to make you smile on purpose, my Love.”

Elliot tried to force himself to stop smiling, but it remained stuck to his face. He couldn't help it. Something about looking into Cedar's eyes made him indescribably happy.

Cedar smiled back, happy to see his love smile. “Ready to start eating?”

Elliot nodded, unable to take his eyes off of his boyfriend.

Cedar kissed Elliot’s forehead, serving multiple dishes for the two of them. “How about some candles? I brought some scented ones.”

Elliot nodded, cheeks beginning to ache from the smile that wouldn't leave his face. “That sounds nice.”

Cedar kissed his head gently. “That’s great. I’ll light them.”

Elliot giggled and watched as Cedar lit the candles. As nice as they were, the sudden aromas initiated a round of several sneezes and a few coughs. He reached for a tissue, his face burning with embarrassment.

Cedar looked at him worriedly, rubbing his back. “Do you need anything, Love?”

“Can-Can you hand me my w-water?” Elliot asked as he tossed the tissue into the trash. He sniffled. “I hate being sick.”

Cedar passed the water to Elliot, rubbing his back gently. “I know, Love. It’ll be over soon. I'm just happy I could get everything ready in time for our date.”

Elliot nodded. “I-I was so worried when you d-didn't come to s-see me at all. I thought m-maybe you were b-breaking up with me.”

Cedar kissed his boyfriend’s cheek softly. “I’m sorry I didn't reach out. I wouldn't break up with you, Love.” He felt guilty, knowing how he hurt Elliot.

Elliot nodded again, blushing. “I-I know. I just o-overthink sometimes, I guess. Marlie helped c-calm me down.”

Cedar smiled at him. “She’s good at that. I'm happy you guys have each other. You're amazing.”

Elliot smiled and took a bite of the dinner Cedar had made. He was still in awe of all his boyfriend had done for him. He'd never felt so loved before.

The smile on Elliot’s face made the whole evening worth it. Cedar smiled back, eyes so full of love and adoration.

As Elliot ate his fill and set down his plate, he said, “So, M-Marlie said you were gonna b-bring the stars to me. Wh-What did she mean?”

Cedar smiled, getting up to open a suitcase and take out a few star projectors. He plugged them into the wall and the ceiling mirrored a starry sky. “This is what I did to bring you the stars, my Love.” He kissed his boyfriend’s head, lips brushing his fluffy hair.

Elliot stared in awe at the starry sky projected across the ceiling. Never, in his wildest dreams could he have imagined a date like this. “This-This is the most incredible thing anyone has ever done for me.”

Cedar held Elliot close. “Anything for you, Love. You are the best boyfriend a man could ask for.”

Tears welled in Elliot’s eyes. “Can I have a kiss?”

Cedar brought his boyfriend into a loving kiss.

Elliot melted against him. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so happy, if he ever had before. He felt safe and comforted and so, so loved. In that moment, nothing else mattered; not his illness, not Christian. If only for one moment, Elliot let himself be happy.

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I hope you enjoyed this! This was so much fun to do because I'm absolutely obsessed with Elliot and Cedar's relationship.

Please be sure to go read Cedar's POV!

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[mentallyillwithhyperfixations]

Collab with @ray4youknow! I hope you like it :)

[toonstudios]

I drawing collaboration I did with my friend on instagram.

Credits to my friend for her part of the collab👇

Close up images:

[natsuki208]

His Maid, Fellowship! 🖤

One evening, Alois Trancy received a blackmail from his own uncle, Arnold Trancy. The boy and his demon maid were on their way to obtain help from Ciel, only to find out he was on his own mission. There was nothing left for them to do but to partner up with a flamboyant grim reaper to take down the mad man.

A project involving the writing of both me and @yourneurodivergentlady coming some time soon.

We don’t know yet.

[basilike-hodo]

Thanks to everyone who waited! As a reward, I’ll tell you a secret: all the art will be up tomorrow. We learn the name of the second artist.

I didn't think so many people would like the line. I really appreciate your responsiveness.