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Pollen and Potions: Bee-men x afab!reader
PART TWO
Some fluff and a little spice. Don't know if ill do the smut in part three or four, we will see how things develop. Either way it gets hot so! You were warned!
You woke up the next morning with a huge headache. Not a great start to a day where you were scheduled to do large batches of magic.
You swore as you got up, swore as you made your coffee, swore as you did some last minute rereading of the soil testing spell you already knew by heart.
You tried to nap, but couldn't get your sore muscles to relax, so Lyith found you in quite a disgruntled mood. He frowned.
“We can do this tomorrow if you are not feeling well. You smell like you are about to throw a fit.”
You shook your head and took a long, cleansing breath.
“I'm really fine. Im excited about meeting your friend though. Its not everyday you meet a Bee-man.” You cracked a small smile.
Lyith gave you one last appraising look before sighing and beckoning you out of the house. Once you were on the porch step he held out his arms. You stared at him, eyes raised.
“Uh, do you want another hug? For support or something?”
His nose flared and he seemed to be failing to keep a straight face.
“It'll be faster to fly you to the hive. Its a good five mile walk for you if we don't. And with so much to do, I doubt my friend is going to be patient with us.”
You blinked.
“Oh. Um. Okay.” Your heart tightened. You started to feel a little sick.
“If you are scared of heights, I will stay close to the ground. It is faster that way anyway.”
He reached forward and patted your head affectionately. “I don't have to dodge branches that way, so it is a… “win win”? That's how the saying goes, right?”
His hand stayed on your head and you had to admit it made you feel a little braver. His smile was so gentle, it sent a wave of calm through you.
“Yeah I can do that.” You swallow and force the ends of your lips upwards.
Lyith holds his arms out again, and you walk into them, letting him hoist you up, and take off. The sound of his wings were particularly loud now and you noticed it had a habit of spreading his lemony scent around.
You quickly diverted your attention to the feeling of the wind stretching back your skin. Which only made you realize that Lyith had nuzzled his neck close to your own face. You had to admit that the warmth felt nice against the cold spring air. It may have been Lyiths own way of making sure you didn't freeze too much. Your mind lingered on his touch, which was acting like a scarf, in the face of rollercoaster-like winds. Your stomach turned.
It was only 6 minutes until Lyith dropped you off in a small glade. The clearings floor was covered in grasses and large orange flowers. The flowers themselves were funnel shaped with purple star like splotches in the middle. The air was fragrant.
Lyith grabbed your arm gently. Out from the other side of the clearing came what could only be another bee-man. Lyiths face lit up and he floated upwards, making a few excitable jerking motions. The other Bee-men copied his motions and let out a lovely hum sound, which Lyith harmonized. The two both looked at you and Lyith started the introductions.
“This is the witch I was talking about. And this-” he gestured to the bee-man by giving them a clingy hug. “-is Rena. She is a scholar, and also looks after a quarter of these… gardens, is the term you use. She has given you permission to use magic in her garden.”
“Only if you show me you can help, that is. Witches are so rare these days. I have to measure your…” she seemed to be chewing the word, “Qual-it-ications?”
“Qualifications.” Corrected Lyith, adjust some Rena's long strawberry blond hair. She had the same big black eyes as Lyith, but her form was shorter. Sturdier. But just as fluffy. Unlike Lyith, she had a second pair of hands, which she had crossed over her chest. Her gaze was curious, but her nose was slightly wrinkled in concern.
“Lyith speaks human the best of us. You are lucky to have met such a good orator. Now. What is it that you exactly plan to do?” her voice was deep and textured, as she jutted out her jaw.
You paused for a moment and held up a hand. You rummaged through your bag and pulled out some twine and popsicle sticks.
Lyith bit his lip like he was trying not to smile. Rena laughed openly. “You wish to do an art project?”
“No. If we are going to do this right, we need to be careful. I want to do experiments. First, we section three groups of flowers far away from each other so as not to contaminate eachotger. We use the twine and sticks to section those area off. Then, we do one group for the quick-grow powder, one group for the fertility spell, and one group of both. We will then keep track of them, and you guys will see which one keeps the most magic. You guys can tell magic quality by taste right?”
Rena nodded back at you, her expression a bit surprised. You continue.
“Ideally, we would have four different glens of these same flowers to compare. I'm not sure if the magic will be affected by rainwater. But I feel like it's a solid idea. Whichever works better for nectar quality, is what I'll use in case of emergency. If the fertility spell works properly, I can then help you guys grow your fields. But we wanna make sure that my magic is compatible with the flowers and your guyses nectar. I don't wanna accidentally poison you guys or something.” You scratch the back of your head awkwardly.
Lyith smiled over at Rena, who was nodding as she seemed to be thinking.
“Tell you what, ill give you two glens. One for your powder, one for the fertility spell. At one end of the both the glens you can do both. Sound good?”
You smiled. “Fantastic.”
From their, the three of you got to work sectioning off the ends of the glade. Rena herself flew off and sectioned the other glade herself, while you tested the soil. After the third time of getting the same reading, you calculated your powder amount. It was very important to get the amounts right. If you got it wrong, they would get one huge flower, and a comatose witch all at once.
You did your spell, and it seemed to work, a more potent smell sweeping through the clearing. You continued your work, taking your time to channel your power as not to stress yourself out and mess with results. You were flown to the other glen, and did your thing.
When you were finished, one clearings wildflowers had grown their reach twice as far, and the other flowers had grown to be the size of a human head. But it was the combination spell that really seemed to excite Rena. The flower's hue had changed from mostly orange, to mostly purple, and the scent had shifted to something headier.
“These more closely resemble the flowers of old! And they smell perfectly nutritious!”
Lyith chirped in. “The real test is to see how they will age. We don't know how long the magic will last. If the soil will breed more.”
You smile. “Thats what the experiments for. We wait, and each week you tell me if the magic quality has gone down.”
Admiring the flowers, Rena grabbed one and flew towards you. She put the flower in your hands, then motioned to you as if it was a teacup. “Drink.”
Experimentally you tipped the flower to your mouth. A hint of nectar trickled in. It was sweet, but unlike your normal honeysuckle, their seemed to be a kick to it. Your gaze went back to Rena. She gave you a knowing smile. “Thats what your magic tastes like. It will make such good honey. Thank you.”
With that she leapt forward and gave you a huge hug. She smelled citrusy too, but in a different way, almost tropical. Her hair tickled your neck and ears, as she purred in contentment. She stayed there for a minute longer, seemingly giving you a warm nuzzle before pulling away. It wasn't until she did so that you were able to register how tired and sore your body was. You were shivering. The cold was getting to you now.
Lyith noticed immediately and drew himself close to you. “Is it too cold? I knew we should have waited a day. You've overdone it.” He then threw his arms around you, and started rubbing your arms, your back. He was using the friction and closeness to bring you warmth. It was innocent, but your cheeks warmed just a little too quickly.
Rena watched and grabbed onto your free arm. “You'll get manasick at this rate. I've got a shelter nearby. Its no hive, but the heat will do you some good.” It seemed that Rena had decided she liked you, because she kissed your cheek twice before motioning the three of you onward.
Lyiath took you up in his arms again, the pressure of his touch much more intense.
Its just to maintain heat. You tried to convince yourself.
You had spent a lot more time spellcasting then you thought, as you noticed the sun was starting to set behind the trees. You tried to get Lyiths attention, perhaps you should be heading home instead, but it was very hard to do as you guys were hurtling through the air at 20mph.
You passed through a few more fields of flowers then made it to a small structure. It was an off-white, sort of oblong shed. It truly looked like some human sized animal cocoon. There was a ridge, which Rena pulled away using her glowing light magic.
When you all went inside, you were glad to find the structure warm. Light radiated from the ceiling, as if their was a glowing cloud above. In the middle of the room was a yellow orb that radiated heat. There wasn't much else in the room except for… a beanbag chair?
Rena saw you staring and gushed, “I saw it in a shop window on one of our grocery trips! You humans make the silliest things sometimes!! Look!!” She maneuvered you over and onto it with relative ease. The cushion was heaven to your aching limbs. That, coupled with the radiating heat from the orb, started to make you relax. Sleepy even.
Lyith and Rena took their seats on the floor next to you, seeming comfortable. The room was full of light that made their black eyes shine. Lyith, looked at you with concern, and started fussing over you, pulling your sleeves over your wrists and inching you closer to the orb.
“You haven't eaten since lunch! Its already dusk.” he tutted, pulling your hair over onto one shoulder. He always had this habit of touching you whenever he could. It must be a Bee-man trait.
You looked over at Rena, who had decided to pass the time by examining your fingers; Then lacing them with hers. Her antennas were twitching about in an adorable way, meaning she must have been pleased. You let her touch you, happy for the companionship. If a human had touched you as much as Rena and Lyith did, you would be beyond flustered, but for some reason, the two of them made you feel safe. Comfortable.
“I might have an old granola bar in my bag.” You volunteered groggily. Lyith took the bag from your lap and started going through it carefully. You spent that time marveling over just how cute he was. His fluff, more pronounced around the neck and chest, seemed even more fluffy after all the high speed flying. A part of you just wanted to go over and hug him like a big teddy bear. Affection filled your heart.
“No, I don't see anything.” He frowned, rearranging everything back into your bag.
Rena clasped your hand harder, you looked over and saw her smile at you.
“Oh thats fine, I still have some nectar I collected from earlier. Do you want some?” She batted her eyelashes.
Lyith quirked an eyebrow, before staring “ Rena-”
Without waiting for an answer, Rena moved forward and brought her lips to yours, locking in a tight kiss. Too shocked to move, you felt her tongue on yours, then a sudden rush of sweetness. It kept coming, filling your mouth until you were forced to swallow it down. You sputtered, whole body now hot.
“I-wah?”
Lyith looked like he was trying to contain his laughter. “Rena doesn't spend much time with humans, please forgive her. But just know that sharing nectar this way is very normal for us.” Despite this, a glint of mischief started to twinkle in his eyes, a smirk on his lips.
“ Oooh um really?” You sputter.
He nodded. “You didn't get a lot to drink though. I took some nectar from your garden before I picked you up. Would you like to try it? The magic will refortify you.”
He bent over until he was eye level with you. His eyes went to your lips, then back up to your gaze. You swallowed quickly, opening your mouth to say… something? But Lyith took this as an invitation, pushing his lips to yours. His mouth tasted sweet even before the nectar came. And this somehow was better. Just like the nectar from the flower earlier, there was a small tartness, a bite.
Lyith held you close to himself, the pressure of his body pleasant. A warmth started to curl in your stomach as he pulled you even closer, tipping you back into Rena, who embraced you from behind as you drank. You somehow managed to swallow as he pushed your lips together even tighter, his tongue teasing yours as he fed you.
You were not sure how long this went on. But you knew you were full, and you were dizzy when he finally pulled away, his eyes glassy. His gaze was heated as he stared you down. It was as if he might change his mind and eat you up himself. You gasped for breath, eyes fixed on him. The room was filled with purring noises from both of them. You could feel the vibrations through both of their chests. You swallowed thickly.
After what felt like an eternity, Lyith straightened himself up and his expression changed to one of laughter. He giggled then bumped his forehead against yours affectionately. Rena gave a little giggle herself then a hum behind you.
“If you're feeling better now, can we fly you home?” Lyith offered. You nodded dumbly, still shaking off the heavy atmosphere which had now turned light. You mumbled your goodbye to Rena, and explained you'd be back in a week to check on the progress of the flowers. She beamed and gave you another hug. Whatever reservations she had had about you in the beginning seemed to be gone now. You gave her one last wave before letting Lyith scoop you up again for the third time today.
The ride home went by in a flash. The moon shone light onto your porch as he dropped you off.
“I'll be back tomorrow for your garden.” He breathed, his face the same happy calm it usually was. His antennas twitched as you nodded at him. He leaned foreward and kissed your cheek.
“Get some rest. You did good today.” He didn't wait for an answer before he flew off into the night.
You knew he had probably been referring to all the magic you had been working today, but a part of you hoped that maybe he had been referring to something else. You slapped your cheeks.
“Hes a Bee-man.” You tried to remind yourself. You repeated it a few more times that night, as if it would help with your stupid warming cheeks, and pooling gut.
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Part Three
Hi everybody! This part was a bit longer than the others but I hope you enjoy! So it turns out that bees do kiss! They share food and information this way through a process called trophallaxis. Hope that doesn't ruin the mood for you. Anywho, thanks for reading!
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What to look for when making Long Hair for Dolls - The Differences in 100% Acrylic Yarns
Hey lovely doll peeps, hope you're having a good day! So over in the Dollblr community here on Tumblr, some people had some questions regarding making doll hair out of acrylic yarn. So I took some time to grab some yarn from my stash and lay out what I know about working with it. It was helpful there, so now I'm copying the post over here so you all can enjoy it and use its knowledge for your own doll needs. That said, if you're interested in the Dollbllr community, go reach out to @plasma-packin-peep/@peepersponies to see about getting an invite. It's a really sweet group of people from what I've experienced so far. <3
Let me give you a quick summary of about five years worth of learning to work with this material.
Welcome to my desk! Before you are five different yarns from my stash. All of these are 100% acrylic. As you can see, acrylic yarn comes in a wide variety of sizes and softness, and while I can do the same things to all of them, they will behave slightly differently. My favorites of this bunch are the Yarn Bee True Colors and the Charisma. Yarn Bee is the native brand to Hobby Lobby, and Charisma I've found at Michaels. Loops & Threads and Hometown, which aren't pictured here, other brands I've enjoyed working with in their thicker fiber variants, also over at Michaels.
The common wisdom in the doll community is that you use 100% acrylic because it's a synthetic fiber that can handle heat. That means it can handle a flat iron or curling wand without melting, which is what makes it look similar to real human hair on this scale. I haven't tested a ton in the way of other fibers. But one of my dolls, Sass here, uses a combination of 100% acrylic yarn and a yarn that's part acrylic, part nylon, and I wanna say part spandex? It's been like 4 years since I made this guy, and that yarn's label is lost, but you can see that the nylon yarn sticks out a little. It doesn't flat iron nicely into a fluffy, realistic hair, it's more stringy. So useful to know if you want that look!
So here's what we're going to do. I've taken all of the yarns pictured and taken them apart to show you how much fiber I lose on an average yarn prep. I'm gonna show you what that looks like from left to right. My method is to cut my yarn, unravel each strand by hand, then take a wire pet brush to it to smooth it out. Instead of tying my yarn to a hanger or hoop, I hold it in my hand, brush through the yarn gently until I'm halfway through, then flip it and go after it from the other side. This is good for ensuring that my length is preserved. Whatever fiber gets stuck in the pet brush, I then take out, mush together, and brush through again so that I have more yarn hair to work with. After that, I will take a flat iron to it and then brush through one more time, but I'm not showing those last two steps here. That said, sometimes flat ironing does lead to losing more fiber, so that is something to consider.
Let's start with that big chonker. This is also a Yarn Bee yarn, and it's probably ideal for an easy time getting your hair unraveled. I have yet to use this one on a doll, truth be told I got it on clearance and haven't figured out who the color would suit. It's very easy to pull apart and work with, and as you can see, it retains a lot of its length.
Next is the True Colors. This stuff is so soft, which is why it's my preference, and while it can be easy to tear apart, you can still retain a lot of length if you're gentle. Like look at the far right, that's all the fiber I took out of the pet brush and mushed back together. It's still a pretty sizable amount of yarn fiber to work with!
The Charisma is a similar story. Something you've probably noticed is that not all yarns have the same amount of strands when pulled apart. I tend to see 2 to 4 on average when I'm prepping yarn. This is a two strander, and once again, it's soft and delightful. Highly recommend going to a physical store and touching your yarn before your buy it. The softer stuff is my preference given how much I'm holding and touching it.
This yarn from Mainstay I got on clearance at Walmart, and it's actually quite soft to the touch! As you can see, our strands are getting thinner here, which is harder to unravel with your fingers. I loose a lot of length when brushing through yarn like this, and it's hard to mush the fibers back together. Yarn like this is incredibly common, and I'll be honest, I don't love working with it. ^^''' But it may be perfect for your project needs! All depends on what you want in a yarn. If you're looking to give a doll a wavy/curled hair without having to curl it yourself, just unraveling and plugging a lot of these in might be for you!
I don't remember where this seafoam green yarn came from, but I think it might be yarn marketed for making baby clothes. It's very thin, and it knots a little at the ends when you unravel it, which is frustrating. I managed to preserve and reconstruct pretty well with this fiber, but the amount of hassle it takes to get through this for a full head of doll hair is very aaaahhh. Like I said, maybe this works for your project. I tend to save this kind of yarn for stuff like accents rather than the main hair color, just because it takes so long to work with.
And there you have it! Those are my notes about brushing out doll hair! As a quick aside, you don't have to brush out yarn in order for it to be beautiful. Sometimes I like to only unravel it and use it that way, like with my recent fairy doll here. She uses a blend of two True Colors yarns and I wanna say a Charisma for the white. There's even a pink and white yarn in here that I didn't brush out, I just boiled and then froze it around a foam curler and threw it in for more texture, though it's a bit tough to spot in this photo.
At the end of the day, you can use just about any acrylic yarn for your project, the question is really what are you willing to put up with. I know myself, I know that I can put on a movie or chat with friends as I'm unraveling a thicker fiber yarn and then brush it out another time and have it be tolerable. That works for me. As you can see, a staple of my dolls is having really long, soft yarn hair, so it makes sense that this is what I gravitate towards. XD
But maybe you want something different out of your yarn experience. That's fine too! The best thing you can do is experiment to see what you like. Do what makes you happy! There is no wrong way to customize your dolls (so long as you're not putting yourself or others in danger). Go have fun, be kind to yourself, and be safe in handling your materials. And of course, if you have any questions, feel free to ask! I've been customizing since November of 2018, and I love chatting about this art form. To my beginners especially, there is no such thing as a stupid question, don't be afraid to ask for help if you're unsure of where to go.
Here's wishing you all a wonderful day, and happy customizing! <3
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Hi if you have time could you do a Felix x male reader who works at a flower shop. Maybe the cattons use the store for all flower needs but maybe it’s lasso because Felix like to see the reader who works there. I read your fics today and they are amazing!!
fleur de lis (felix catton x m!reader [requested])
note: you are so sweet! thank you for being my first every request and i hope you enjoyed this story. i wrote it all in one go as i got inspired, so please be wary of any spelling mistakes. thank you! also ps: i chose that title because i wanted it to be fancy lol warnings: none, just felix being a soft simp for the reader. ______________________________________________________________
the wind chimes attached to the door of a quiet little flower shop do a little dance as it opens, their gentle melody greeting those who go inside. the enchanting smell of freshly cut stems and florals wafting through the air as felix made his way towards a certain aisle of white flowers. orchids, daffodils, tulips, and gardenia flowers stand up daintily in their pot, dripping with water as it seemed it was recently irrigated. at the back of the store, a variety of freshly wiped brown pots were scattered, and types of rocks, seeds, and dirt in small packets were nearby as well. as the six-foot-five male observed the type of flowers the store was selling, a tap on his shoulder startles him. he turns to see a shorter (skin color) male with beautiful (eye color) eyes, a green apron with a name tag reading 'y/n' covering his collared up shirt and fitted khaki pants.
y/n clears his throat, "nice to see you again, felix! may i help you with anything?" he asks with a small smile, hands behind his back as he looks up at him slightly.
felix felt his heart flutter a little at the sight of the shorter male, smiling as he nodded. "hello y/n, yes, i do need help." he said as he looked around at the array of flowers, "elspeth wants a bunch of flower arrangements for this fancy dinner we're having, and i'm not really good at picking so..." he trails off, hoping y/n got the gist. y/n chuckles as he pats him on the shoulder. the gentle touch sends shivers to felix's body as y/n spoke.
"don't worry, i can help." he reassures the taller male. "for starters, what kind of theme is the party?"
as felix started going through all the details, he couldn't help but feel his chest tighten as he watched the male talk about flowers, clearly showing his expertise and his interest in the topic as he suggested different bouquet types and sets. the tall male had always gone to this flower shop in particular for his family's flower needs, and whenever he needed help, y/n would always be there for him. the way y/n's soft short fluffy (color) hair swayed as he moved, his eyes blinking softly which showed off his long lashes, and his red lips stretching as he smiled, took the breath out of felix's mouth. for the record, felix wasn't the type to fall so easily, especially for someone as average as the small flower shop clerk. but there was just something about the way the latter would greet him with the brightest smile, his soft honey-like voice that made felix's skin get goosebumps as he spoke, and his bright personality drew felix in like bees to pollen. it was addicting. just to see that gorgeous smile come his way, his day would be left with replaying the moment in his mind.
"...lix? felix? hello, sir?" y/n gently shakes felix out of his trance.
"hm? oh sorry, i spaced out. can you repeat what you said?" felix cleared his throat, his face turning red slightly as he tried to maintain his cool. he was just caught dozing off, so he tried to mainatain his cool attitude.
y/n nods, "it's okay. so to summarize, the theme is great gatsby, and mrs. catton wants soft colored florals in big and small arrangements. did i get that right?" he asks, to which felix nods. "must be a really big party then, right?" y/n says as he writes it all down. felix finds the chuckling cute as he nods, leaning over a bit to see what y/n had written. "yes, that is right. oh! and the party will happen on friday, next week."
"i see, i see. will you pay it straight, cash or?" he asks, trailing off as felix nods. "i can do straight payment, yes." he says softly to the smaller male.
"got it, follow me this way." y/n said as he made his way to the counter, getting the card reader machine up and running as felix followed him. felix watched as y/n worked, the latter's head bobbing softly to the jazz music that played in the background. "cute." felix said without much thought, making the small male perk his head up to him with a small surprised expression. "hm?"
felix realized his mistake and cleared his throat, deciding to be bold and repeat what he said. he thought he might as well shoot his shot. "i said you're cute, y/n."
y/n's cheeks turn a pinkish hue as he nods shyly, "ah, thank you." he says quietly as he places the receipt down on the counter, asking felix to sign it. y/n watches felix sign the paper as he bit his lip, hesitating before he spoke. "the feeling's mutual, felix. you're pretty cute too." he flirted subtly, which makes felix grin as the tall male gave back the pen.
felix's gaze meets y/n's for a bit as he lets out a playful huff at the flirting. "the flowers will be most likely ready within two hours before the party, so you can come by and pick them up." y/n says, and felix nods. "cool, ill see you then." felix said as he was turning away. as he was about to make his exit out of the flower shop, he stopped. he knew he had an opportunity to ask the clerk out, and if he had run away from it, he wouldn't stop thinking about it.
felix turns back to the clerk, who was busying himself by cleaning up some of the papers on the desk. "y/n, I want to ask you something."
y/n's ears perk up in intrigue, "yes?" he asks with a slightly eager tone.
felix leans against the counter, biting his lip as bit as he whispers to y/n. "i was wondering you know, since i'm already here, if... we can go out sometime?"
y/n's face turn red as his mouth opens and closes, taken off guard by the sudden question. felix tries to remedy this as he starts to spill out words, a little flustered though he tries to act as nonchalant and cool as possible. "i've admired the way you work, and you're always so kind to me and my family. think of it as a 'thank you' gift from me- er, the family." felix said as he hoped y/n wouldn't catch up on his slip-up.
"n-no, i mean- i'd love to, felix." y/n said as he held onto felix's arm to stop him from rambling, which eases felix's lightly tense demeanor. "i just didn't expect it, that's all," he said timidly.
felix chuckles at the bashful reaction as y/n looks away. "good, i mean, i could pick you up after work if you want? we can get some coffee together."
"yes, that would be nice. my shift ends at three pm- i can text you if it ends earlier? you have my number." y/n said and felix nodded, grinning. "yes, yes, i do. i'll see you later then?" felix asked as he opened the door of the flower shop, looking back at the blushing male who nodded.
"mhm, see you, felix." ______________________________________________________________ hope you enjoyed this, even though it is a bit shorter than usual. i personally loved the idea, i feel like it would be a nice story for an actual book. rich guy meets quiet flower shop clerk, what a cliche. a good one, at that
#male reader#saltburn#saltburn x male reader#farleigh saltburn#farleigh start#farleigh start x male reader#felix catton#oliver quick#felix catton x reader#felix catton x male reader#saltburn 2023#saltburn movie#venetia catton#x male reader
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Hi hello, hope you're having a wonderful day/night ❤️
I saw your post about transformers so I wanted to ask if you do "x readers?" (If not, please ignore)
If yes, could I ask for some fluffy ES Bee x reader? Thank you in advance ^^
ES Bumblebee x gn human reader
-- fluff, sfw -- i love bumblebee sm- HE IS SUCH A DRUG TO ME ^^ -------------
It was a peaceful evening at the Malto family farm, the sky painted with hues of orange and pink as the sun dipped below the horizon. The air was filled with the soft sounds of nature, a gentle breeze sweeping through the trees. You had come to love moments like this, where the world seemed to slow down just enough for you to savor the little things.
But what made this moment truly special was who you were with—Bumblebee, your guardian, friend, and, well… something more. Ever since he had taken up his mentor role with the young Terrans, Bumblebee had become a larger part of your life. And in that time, you couldn’t help but grow closer to him. There was something about him, his courage, his kindness, and that sense of humor that made your heart flutter.
You sat on the porch steps, watching Bumblebee as he tinkered with a small drone he'd been fixing. His yellow and black chassis gleamed in the fading sunlight, his familiar form a comforting presence. You smiled to yourself, feeling warmth bloom in your chest just watching him so focused on his task.
"Hey, Bee," you called out, breaking the comfortable silence. "What're you working on this time?"
He looked up, his bright blue optics flickering with amusement. "Oh, you know, just trying to get this drone back in shape. It's been acting up lately—nothing I can’t handle." His voice carried that casual confidence you loved, and it brought a smile to your face.
"You always make it look easy," you teased, getting up and walking over to him. You stopped right beside him, glancing down at the drone as he fiddled with the wiring.
"Well," he replied with a playful tilt in his tone, "years of practice. Plus, when you're as good as me, everything’s easy." He gave you a wink, one that was so incredibly ‘Bee’ it made your heart skip a beat.
Rolling your eyes but smiling fondly, you leaned against the porch railing, feeling the last bits of sunlight warming your skin. "You know, you’re pretty modest for a hero," you joked, knowing full well how humble Bumblebee could actually be, despite the confidence he sometimes liked to show.
Bumblebee chuckled, a deep, almost rumbling sound that never failed to make you smile. "Just stating facts, [Y/N]. But if you really want to see impressive, I could transform and give you a ride through the forest," he suggested, a mischievous glint in his optics.
You laughed softly, shaking your head. "As fun as that sounds, I think I’m good right here."
He paused, his hands stilling on the drone as he looked up at you, something softer, more genuine flickering in his optics. "Yeah," he said quietly, his voice a little more serious now. "This is nice too."
There was a moment of comfortable silence between you two, the kind that didn’t need to be filled with words. You sat down on the grass next to him, leaning back on your hands as you watched the sky change colors. Bumblebee sat beside you, his large frame somehow feeling like it fit perfectly next to yours. You felt the warmth of him next to you, not just physically, but emotionally. He had become such an important part of your life, and you couldn’t imagine what it would be like without him now.
"You ever think about what it would’ve been like if we hadn’t met?" you asked quietly, your voice thoughtful as you watched the stars slowly appear in the twilight sky.
Bumblebee glanced at you, his optics bright in the dimming light. "Honestly? I don’t like thinking about it." His tone was soft but sincere. "You’ve been... well, a lot more than just someone I’m supposed to protect, y’know?"
Your heart skipped a beat at that, and you turned to face him, eyes wide with surprise. "Really?"
"Yeah," he continued, his voice quiet, almost vulnerable in a way you didn’t expect. "I mean, I’ve spent most of my life fighting—either in wars or just trying to keep the people I care about safe. But... ever since I met you, I’ve felt... different. Like I can actually relax. Like I don’t have to always be ‘the hero’ around you." He paused, his optics locking onto yours. "You make me feel like I can just be... me."
Your chest tightened at his words, warmth blooming inside you like never before. You had known Bumblebee for a while now, and you had always felt close to him. But hearing him say that, hearing that he felt the same, made your heart swell with emotion.
"You can always be yourself around me, Bee," you said softly, reaching out and gently placing your hand on his arm. His metal was cool to the touch, but you could feel the life pulsing beneath it, that spark that made him who he was. "You don’t have to be anything else."
Bumblebee’s gaze softened, and for a moment, he didn’t say anything. But then, slowly, almost hesitantly, he raised his hand and gently, ever so carefully, placed it over yours. The gesture was simple, but it spoke volumes.
"I don’t know how I got so lucky," he murmured, his voice so quiet it was almost a whisper. "To have someone like you in my life."
Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt the sincerity of his words. "I’m the lucky one, Bee," you replied, your voice just as soft. "I never thought I’d meet someone like you. Someone who makes me feel... safe. And happy."
For a moment, the two of you just sat there, your hand resting on his, the world around you falling away. It was just the two of you, in this moment, and it felt perfect.
Bumblebee was the first to break the silence, his voice gentle but filled with warmth. "You know, [Y/N], no matter what happens, I’ll always be here for you. As long as you need me."
You smiled, your heart swelling with affection. "I know, Bee. And I’ll always be here for you too."
He smiled then, that charming, almost boyish grin that you had come to love so much. "Good. Because I don’t think I could do this without you."
The stars above twinkled softly in the darkening sky, and as you sat there beside Bumblebee, you couldn’t help but feel like everything was exactly where it needed to be. With him by your side, the world didn’t seem so overwhelming. And in his presence, you knew one thing for certain: you weren’t just his human charge, and he wasn’t just your guardian. You were something far more special than that.
Together, you were home.
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Marley & Me
Summary: Sebastian bets he won't cry during the movie 'Marley & Me.' Spoiler alert: He fails.
Authors note: Oh my god. Here it is. After almost 5 years of no writing, my first official fic 🥺 and it's an f1 fic who would've thought 😭😭 but fr I would like to thank @forza-lh44 for lovely request of a Sewis movie night 🤭 ur amazing my beautiful mutual 🥰❤️
Warnings: None. Just fluffiness and Sebastian being a soft hearted baby like always.
“ ‘Marley & Me’? Really?” Lewis asked, raising an eyebrow at his husband. “You realize this is going to make you sob, right?”
Sebastian rolled his eyes, “I’m not going to sob.”
Lewis gave him an unimpressed look. “Baby, I mean this in the best way possible but you are one of the biggest cry babies I have ever met. You tear up every time that one Sarah McLachlan commercial comes on.”
“Oh come on, that doesn’t count!” Sebastian protested, crossing his arms with a pout, “Everyone tears up when they see those poor pups locked up like that. I’m not a monster.”
Lewis chuckles softly and shakes his head, “Mhm. Right.”
“Fine. Why don’t we make a bet?”
“A bet?”
“Yes. A bet.” Sebastian confirms, “ I bet I can make it through the entirety of ‘Marley & Me’ without shedding a single tear.”
Lewis can already see how this is going to end so, being the nice partner he is, he decides to amuse him.
“Okay, what are the stakes?” He asks, turning his body towards his husband. “What do I get if I win?”
Sebastian smirks, “If you win, I’ll cook whatever you want for dinner for an entire month. But! If I win, you have to do all of our laundry for the rest of the month. And that includes my bee suit.”
“You mean your shirt that says ‘It’s a bee-autiful day to save the bees!’ and your raggedy, borderline offensive, basketball shorts that you always wear with it?”
Sebastian scoffs, “Hey, just because I have a better fashion sense than you doesn’t mean you can be hateful.”
Lewis grins at him, “Oh you are so right. I’m sorry.”
“So do we have a deal?” Sebastian asks, leaning closer to the man next to him. “Or are you scared of the sheer amount of laundry you are going to have to fold after your dear husband proves you wrong by showing you how much of a man he is by not crying over a silly little movie like ‘Marley & Me’?”
“Oh, so you want to play like that? Alright, fine. It’s a deal. But don’t come whining to me when you need help figuring out how long you should press tofu for after you lose.” Lewis challenged, chuckling at the mental image of his poor husband getting lost in the pages of one of his vegan cookbooks.
Sebastian shook his head and huffed, “I would never.”
“Mhm.”
And with that, Lewis grabbed the remote from the coffee table in front of him and pressed play.
Game on.
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Lewis felt his chest tighten as he watched as a teary-eyed Owen Wilson slowly bury his beloved friend on the screen in front of him.
Damn you Owen Wilson. He thought to himself as he leaned over to rest his head against Sebastian’s shoulder. But just as he was getting comfortable he felt…shaking? Lewis glanced up at the man above him. His face was wet.
Tears were streaming down his face.
He was crying.
No. He was sobbing.
“Aha! I knew you would cry!” Lewis exclaimed, straightening up to face his husband.
Sebastian’s hands immediately flew to his face to wipe his tears away. “No! No, I’m not...I just have something in my eye.”
Lewis rolled his eyes, “Uh huh. And that’s why your nose is running.” Sebastian sniffled as a deep pout set heavy on his lips. “It’s just so sad. They literally went through everything together and he just had to die in the end.” He explained, “Why couldn’t they have just given us a happy ending like Marmaduke or something?”
Lewis chuckled as he watched a fresh wave of tears stream down his poor husband’s face.
His heart clenched at the look of Sebastian’s red splotchy cheeks. “Oh, baby.” Lewis cupped his face in his hands, softly wiping away his tears. “It’s okay. It’s just a movie, I can guarantee the dog is perfectly fine now.” He soothed, softly kissing the bridge of Sebastian’s nose.
Sebastian glanced up at Lewis, his eyes tinted pink from tears. Lewis couldn’t resist leaning in and placing a soft peck on the tip of his nose.
Then his lips.
Then his cheeks.
Then all over his face until Sebastian was reduced to a bundle of giggles trying to break free from his husband’s grasp.
“Okay! Okay! I’ve stopped crying!” Sebastian laughed, finally pulling away from the man in front of him. “Your magical tears cured every ounce of sadness in my body that was caused by that god-awful movie.”
Lewis smiled. “I’m glad I could help.”
There was a beat of silence between them.
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“So, what’s for dinner?”
#AHHHH I DID IT I WROTE SOMETHING#im so surprised i was actually able to finish it#also i mean for this to be 150-350 words and its over 750...#eh its fine its for Sewis <3#formula 1#ferrari#mercedes#lewis hamilton#sebastian vettel#red bull f1#sewis#ghostwnby writes
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The Birds and the Bees (Gets Kim On His Knees)
Summary: Sex pollen AU Kim is getting POLLINATED. Bee boy Chay thinks he’s the prettiest flower in the bunch and he’s getting all up in his vase. (sober note: Chay is not actually a bee boy)
It starts out perfectly innocently, okay? Chay had a plan, and that plan was to woo Kim, because after his delightfully sweet confusion upon receiving the guitar pick from Chay was any indication, he’s never been romanced before, and Chay is going to romance him so fucking hard. There’s going to be chocolate and dates and flowers.
The flowers are the important part. Chay went into the florist with a polite request for something special, bc his honey only deserves the best, and he can’t remember the name of the flowers that were neatly wrapped into a big, fluffy bouquet, but it was pretty, and it sounded expensive, and Chay didn’t even bother checking the price tag before his handed over his credit card. Worrying about the price of things? That’s a Before Chay problem. Now Chay has mafia money, and he’s going to spend it on flowers to make his boyfriend blush, and no one is going to stop him.
The flowers make Chay blush a little bit, too. He gets all shivery and warm under the collar as he carries them out of the shop, little white flecks dusting all over him.
“Have fun,” the florist tells him on his way out the door, waving and laughing. “Don’t forget plenty of water.”
Duh. Chay knows how to keep flowers alive. Or, keep them from wilting, at least for a few days, bc technically they’re dead now that they’re cut. He’s giving Kim a dead gift. But that’s okay bc Kim gave him a bar fullof dead gifts, and these ones are prettier. They smell better, too, and they may be snowing bits of white fluff everywhere, but they aren’t going to leave so much of a mess. (Poor Yok had to close the bar for a month.)
Back at the apartment that Chay does not share with Kim, even though hes there more often than he isn’t, because kim hasn’t offered, and chay hasn’t asked, and besires, hia would probably kill him, anyway. Say something rude about a love nest, which is absolutely not what it is. (It’s exactly what it is.)
Without the use of his hands, given the *massive* bouquet, Chay has to settle for knocking his feet and elbows against the door until Kim gets the hint and opens it for him.
“Chay?” he asks, peering around the flowers, and oh, right, he probably can’t actually *see* chay like this. He ducks his head around the side and grins, then thrusts the flowers into Kim’s arms. He’s getting tired, and he needs a glass of water. Carrying those things has been making him sweat. Who knows flowers could weight so mich?
“Hi, honey,” CHay greets cheergully. “I’m home!”
Kim’s fae goes from confused to preciously warm and soft and chay wants to kiss him, bc he’s *so* cute, he actually can’t take it. Who said his boyfriend could be so cute? Kim is supposed to be hot and sexy and intimidating. Cute is cay’s thing. But Kim, bc he isn’t fair, bc he’s blessed, is everything. He’s so good and sweet and he’s watching chay with eyes so fond and warm they could melt chocolate, and Chay has to kiss him about it. Right? Kim’s his boyfriend now—it’s their 1 month anniversary—which means he gets to do that now.
The flowers are in the way, though.
Chay takes them back. Says, “These are for you, by the way,” as he carts them over to the table, and Kim closes the door, and follows after him with an indulgent smile.
“What’s the occasion?” he asks.
“You, duh. I just.” Chay puts the flowers down. He arranges them carefully, fluffing out the thick white buds. ROcks back and forth on his teeth. Twists his hands in his sweater. He loves Kim so much and he has no idea how to hake his boyfriend understand. “I’m just—y9ou make me so happy. And I’m really lucky to be with you. So, yeah. Flowers. For you. Bc you deserve nice things.”
“Chay…”
Kim comes up behind him, because Chay, flushed from the tip of his nose to the tip of his ears, does *not* look at him. He wraps his arms around CHay’s middle and nuzzles into the back of his hot neck, planting a soft kiss there.
“I love you,” he murmurs into the sensitive space behind Chay’s ear, making him shudder. “Thank you, love, they’re really pretty.”
“You’re pretty.” Chay ducks his head down but he lets Kim spin him and kiss the top of his head. “I need some water.” He’s still burning up, and now he’s certain it’s the embarrassment more than the thirst, but if he doesn’t drink something cold now he’s going to melt into a puddle on the ground. So he darts away and Kim lets him go with a laugh.
It gives him the opportunity to look at the flowers closer, leaning down to take a deep inhale. The fluff flaking off from the fleshy pink middles must egt vaught in his nose bc he starts sneezing, and chay giggles from the kitchen.
“SOrry they’re getting pollen, like, everywhere.” Like dandelions, almost. Except these flowers are more than balls of white, tufty seeds. The petals are thick and full, white around the edges, then peachy pink in the middle, and at the very center of them, where the petals are folded together the thickest, they turn a lurid, dusky purple. And those white tufts of pollen drip out from that tight furl of petals.
Kim straightens back up from his fit, and has pollen all in his hair and dotting his cheeks. Chay coos at him. He looks like he went frolicking in a daisy field.
[commercial break for porn]
“Chay—Chay, those flowers—”
“I know,” Chay groans, dragging Kim into a fevered kiss. Fuck, what was wrong with those flowers? He should have—he should have realized something was off, as soon as he started getting warm, and they florist—telling him to remember plenty of water for them, him and Kim, not the flowers, of fucking course. God, how could he have been so blind.
“Chay.” And Kim—Kim is whining. That was definitely a whine. High and plaintive and pleading, and Chay has to take a deep breath before he comes on the spot.
This is fine, everything is fine, he’s in control here. He’s barely affected. See? Look, P’Kim, he can walk in a straight line, straight to their bedroom, because he’s fine. Chay isn’t the one that decided to inhale a lungfull of sex pollen.
Kim looks out of his fucking mind with it, though, little white flecks speckled through his hair, his pupils completely blown. Like a cat when it sees something in wants. Kim is looking at Chay like he’s never wanted anything more in his life, and it’s a heady feeling, to be on the receiving end of that gaze. For all Kim has become a whimpering limpet, he looks like he’s going to each Chay alive as Chay pushes him down onto the bed.
“Are you okay?” Chay asks, on top of him, kissing his throat, because he’s a gentleman. Porsche raised him to be very considerate of his partners, and dammit, he’s going to make sure Kim is comfortable and taken care of!
“Yes, Chay, yes, I’m so okay, fuck, are you—” Kim tugs at Chay’s shirt, seemingly forgetting how buttons work in his desperation to get it off of CHay. he settles for digging his fingers into the spaces between the buttons and yanking, ripping it apart.
Once again Chay is taking several deep breaths.
Do not come. Do NOT come, he tells himself.
Unfortunately his inhale led to a little tuft of pollen going right up his nose, and he snuffles a few times, trying to get rid of the tickling feeling. Now that he knows what he’s looking for he can feel it as the warmth spreads through him, spreading from his nose to his face and down his neck, and then it reaches his heard and flows through all of him, coalescing at his dick.
Which Kim is determinedly trying to free from the confines of Chay’s slacks.
Why did he decide to give up his usual uniform of tshirts and sweatpants, again? Dressing up for his boyfriend is overrated when he could be undressing for his boyfriend instead, and that’s a lot harder to do wrapped up in said boyfriend the way he is when he isn’t wearing something with a forgiving degree of stretch. He tries very hard to wiggle out of the stiff slacks while also palming Kim’s ass, which isn’t helpful at all, but it is nice.
“Chay,” Kim complains, and there’s that whine again. God, it shouldn’t be as hot as it is. It really shouldn’t. Except for the fact that it means Kim is utterly and relentlessl desperate for him, which means it’s approximately the hottest thing he’s ever heard.
“I’m trying,” Chay says, except he isn’t actually trying at all. He manages to pull his hands away from Kim long enough that he can open up his pants and kick them down his legs, while also trying to divest Kim of his own clothes, and somehow that ends up with both of them in a tangled the floor. Chay isn’t sure how that happened but there’s a dull ache in his shoulder and hip telling him that gravity was involved.
Kim, straddling Chay’s thighs in an instant, doesn’t seem to mind the position change. In fact he takes full advantage, throwing himself on top of Chay and kissing him absolutely breathless. CHay isn’t complaining, that’s for damn sure.
“I need you ti fuck me right now,” Kim demands.
“Yes. Yes yes yes.” Chay scrabbles on the floor, hoping for lube to magically appear when he needs it most. Unfortunately it does not. He makes a mental not to hide lube fucking everywhere later, just likekim has guns and knives hidden in all the nooks and crannies around his apartment, that way they can both be prepared for anything. Bc chay wants nothing more than to fuck kim on every available surface, please and thank you.
Today that apparently includes the floor, and honestly? Chay isn’t hating it.
“Lube, P’Kim, we need lube.” No way he’s going to fuck him dry. Because again. Gentleman. COnsiderate lover. All of that.
Except Kim makes a noise like—like—chay doesn’t know what it’s like. It’s high pitched and maybe kind of worried? And he’s reaching back between his legs, and his brows are drawn together as he scrunches his nose up in that cute way he does, and lips are parted so sweetly, and—
Before CHy can kiss him about it, Kim pulls his hand back, his fingers glistening with something that looks a hell of a lot like lube, except for the fact that they have no lube, as previously established.
“I think maybe we don’t?” he says. His voice, normally rough and deep, goes somewhere high and unfamiliar.
What the fuck, Chay thinks.
“What the fuck,” he says out loud. Kim’s eyes are wide and wild and is laugh is a little bit hysterical. Chay should probably worry about that. Try to calm him down maybe. Except he’s also read about this? “Let me just—” he wiggles his hand beneath Kim, brushes his fingers against his hole, and—yep, he’s definitely slick with something.
“What the fuck,” Kim echoes, still staring at his fingers.
He suddenly remembers the florist telling him, Don’t forget plenty of water. He’s going to die, actually. They’ve been sex pollened. Pollinated? Yeah, that. And fuck, she knew, she had to know, that’swhy she smirked and laughed and told him to drink water, because she knew things were going to get wet and fucking messy.
God, Chay can’t even be mad about it because—because it’s Kim, and he is wet, and Chay desperately wants to make a mess of both of them.
Kim shouts when Chay throws him back onto the ground, pinning him on his back. He made sure to pull a blanket down first (Gentleman!!) so Kim wouldn’t be bare on the cold wood floor. Then he grabs Kim’s legs behind his knees and forces his thighs to his chest, he’s vaguely aware of Kim’s hands slapping the ground, but then he’s thoroughly distracted by burying his tongue in the nectar-sweet slick dripping from Kim’s hole.
“Chay!” Kim cries, equal parts indignant and hopelessly turned on. HIs thighs clamp down around Chay’s head and do absolutely nothing to deter him. In fact, Chay elects to ignore him entirely, digging his fingers into Kim’s thighs and licking into him with fervor.
Deliriously, he thinks, finally, all those smut fics are good for something. He’s never been more prepared for something in his life.
“You taste so sweet, P’Kim,” Chay says when he finally comes up for air, what could be minutes or hours later.
“You’re so fucking weird,” kim pants. His face is flushed, all the way down his chest, and his eyes are glassy. It’s the most beautiful CHay has ever seen him, and all Chay can think is, I did that.
Well, the flowers—the fucking sex pollen—did that, but Chay helped!
Chay shoves Kim’s legs open again, because they’re still crushing him a little bit, and crawls his way backup Kim’s body, where he greets him with a deep, wet kiss. Chay is covered in that sweet slick from nose to chin and Kim makes a face at it, mumbling, “Gross,” but does nothing to resist Chay’s kiss. Sucks on his glistening bottom lip, even, and his tongue, chasing the sweet taste of himself. It’s probably just because of the pollen clouding his judgment. Probably.
“I could eat you out for days, P’Kim,” Chay says, just to be sure, “So sweet for me.”
“Fuck.” That’s all Kim says. No agreement or refusal, absolutely not aligning himself with either side of that spectrum, and refusing to meet Chay’s eyes for fear he’ll see an answer there. That’s okay. Chay knows they’re definitely going to do it again, if only so Kim can have the chance to… properly decide for himself whether he likes it, or not, without the pollen making his brain fuzzy.
“Can I still fuck you, P’Kim?” Chay asks, sweet as anything. (Gentle. Man.)
“Finally, yes, please, if you’re done teasing me.”
“I’m not.” Not even close. Teasing Kim into a shuddering, pathetic mess is going to become one of the greatest achievements of Chay’s life, up there with Getting His Idol to Tutor Him, and Getting Into University. “I’ll make it good for you, though, promise.”
Really, it’s more of a threat. Chay makes himself comfortable in their little nest on the floor—he blindly reaches up and pulls a few pillows off the bed, one for him to sit on and another to shove under Kim’s hips, popping him up and putting him on display even more than he already is—and gets to work. Circles his thumb around Kim’s glistening rim, lightly at first, waiting until Kim’s breaths stop hitching and he takes a deep inhale, and then Chay dips the digit into him. Up to the first knuckle, nice and slow, and then deeper, until it’s all the way inside and the rest of his fingers lay flat against his cheek. Chay pulses it in and out a few times, nice and shallow, before he pulls all the way out and replaces it with his foreigner. A minute later he slides in the middle one, as well, and Kim keens sweetly for him.
#cookie writes#kimchay#copy-pasted directly from my google docs#no editing#i got rum drunk and wrote this garbage last night#i hope you all enjoy it lmfao#I'll work on editing it into something coherent later#for now enjoy the crack <3
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Happy little trees
aka the only way i know how to draw trees, and even that is thanks to Bob Ross
@alexghost07 I hope this helps! ♥
Always click for better quality, tumblr is not friendly to most image ratios !
Most people (including myself originally) are simply overthinking it. Especially if you are working with a medium that has one colour on a spectrum. For example a graphite pencil. Like i do.
These are so simple that it just.. for me it always felt like cheating almost. It cannot be this easy can it? Well, it is.
For me what helped is that now i never draw them with anything harden than a 2B pencil and very rarely softer than a 4B but there is no rules for these things. Do what feels right and comfortable for you and your desired end result.
And it's not that it would not be doable with a B or HB or even an H pencil, i just prefer the softer side. Easier to control and has an inherent softness that lends itself great to foliage if you are not aiming for high detail. At least for me.
But even between 2B and 2B are differences depending on the quality of the graphite. And a 4B for comparison.
And the scanned version to actually see the differences:
Not a huge difference but everyone has preferences or ideas what goes better with the given drawing or look they try to achieve.
You can also play with the darkness, naturally, to make it even more silhouette than tree:
But maybe the biggest help for me was to switch pencil hold for this. Usually i hold my pencils and pens either like this, this or this:
It is dependent if my hand is hurting/cramping or the area i'm drawing or how i want my lines to fall, how defined or blended shading i want, or to avoid smudgeing if i'm too lazy to get something to put under my hand etc.
But for the trees i am holding it like so:
I do this for these trees or foliage of similar kinds. For bushes and other kinds of trees i just make the trunks a bit more gnarly and the crowns more fluffy in a cloud esque way, and let everything blend together. The viewer's brain fills out most of it anyway.
The goal is for me to evoke foliage just enough to be translated and recognized as for examople: a road between bushes and trees. (instead of beeing just random scribbles on paper)
(I also made the farther ones lighter because as you look towards the horizon in larger expanses, the further away things are, the lighter and less defined they seem.)
And the obligatory video, just so you can actually see what i'm talking about here. Until 2:40 it is real time, so you can see at the actual speed how i am doing these. The rest of the video is about x5.2 speed.
Originally it was almost 8 minute so let's say this little scene took about 10 minutes altogether. It definitely looks like a 10 minute sketch but i love this type of stuff. It's low effort and still looks good.
This is with a single 4B pencil and a white pencil thingie i talked about before.
(No sounds on the video besides the pencil on the paper. Also shout out to my goblet, replacing the RedBull can from last time. ✌🏻)
The main thing is that i try to avoid it to be too symmetrical but still keeping a level of semi-symmetry because pine trees do have a natural symmetry.
And the propeerly scanned end results:
I really hope it helps, because these are very fun to draw and far more easier than people might originally think.
Thank you again if you read this far, happy creating! I hope your day is kind to you. ♥
#please there is no need to call me sensei i don't deserve it i'm but a mere dabbler in the arts and crafts for funsies T___T♥#levynn tries to draw#trees#pine tree
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Na Buachaillí - Part One
Murphy MacManus x fem!reader (no use of y/n)
Murphy is a late-night patron in the diner where you work and the two of you (eventually) hit it off.
Rating: Explicit, lemon, etc. Minors, DNI!
Word Count: 6,800
Warnings: modern AU, references to tipsiness/drunkenness, bad flirting, language, references to money problems, oral sex (female receiving), protected piv sex.
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Your coworker Bianca nudged you with her elbow. “Look,” she urged.
You followed the gesture with your eyes, looking through the door of the dish room, past the near-empty dining room, and out through the window. A smile curved your lips at the sight of the fluffy white clumps falling impossibly slowly, illuminated by one of the streetlights in the neighborhood. This wasn’t a nice section of Boston by any means, but a blanket of snow hid the faded paint and cracked sidewalks. And there was something homey about being in a cozy diner as the snow fell outside, knowing it was only a few days until Christmas.
“It’s very pretty,” you agreed.
Bianca - who preferred to be called Bee - snorted. “Don’t you mean he’s very pretty?”
You blinked, only then realizing that Bee had been gesturing at the only party in the diner that night… well, morning. It was a little after one a.m. and the pair of customers were the only ones you had. They had arrived a while before, but you hadn’t taken the time to really look at them.
They were sitting in a booth on the far side of the bar, chatting easily with their elbows hanging over the exposed cooking surface beside them. (The building had clearly started life as a Waffle House, no matter how much the current owner tried to deny it.) The man on the left had wildly curly hair and a short beard, and was wearing a pair of sunglasses. The combination kept you from seeing much of his appearance.
With that in mind, the man on the right had to be the one Bee was talking about. His dark hair was cut short and his eyes were light, dancing around the diner’s interior as he spoke expressively to his companion. There was a tiny mark above his lip, drawing your attention to his bright smile, made even brighter by the dark stubble surrounding it.
Bee made an expectant sound and you shrugged. “I’d think he was prettier if he wasn’t drunk.”
She scoffed. “Drunk? He looks tipsy at most.”
“Close enough.”
“You think there’s something wrong with everyone,” Bee complained. “C’mon, you need to have some fun every now and then or you’re gonna give yourself a heart attack! Go take his order.”
“You already took their order, Bee,” you reminded her. “They just wanted some coffee and to look at the menu.”
“So?” she asked. “Go see if they’ve decided on something.”
You gestured at the sink in front of you. You were elbow-deep in sudsy water as you worked on the mountain of dishes that accumulated from the late-night rush. It had ended hours before, but you and Bee had both been avoiding them. “I’m a little busy right now. Unless you’d rather I leave the dishes for you?”
She snorted, shaking her head. Thankfully, she left you in peace and went to check on the pair. You couldn’t hear much of their conversation over the sound of the dishes in the sink, but you heard Bee clearly when she returned to the door of the dish room.
“We missed one,” she told you, nodding toward the cooking area. There was a plate sitting beside the cooktop. You vaguely remembered setting it down there during the rush. Bee gave you an apologetic look. “Do you mind if I step outside for a smoke?”
You wanted to ask her to grab the plate first, or accuse her of trying to get you to interact with the customers, but the desperation in her voice made you agree. She slipped out through the back door to the restaurant as you dried your hands. You retrieved the plate without incident, the two men locked in conversation, but you were stopped on your way back to the dish room.
“Hey!” one of the men called. It could have been either of them - with your back turned, there was no way of knowing which had spoken.
You huffed a quiet sigh before you turned around. This shift couldn’t end soon enough. Nevertheless, you walked over to the small booth they were sharing. When you got there, you smiled. “What do you need?”
The one with the longer hair snickered, covering his eyes like your question had been too funny to bear. Your smile veered toward a grimace, but you managed to keep it together long enough to fool the man Bee had been admiring. Apparently, he had been the one who called for you after all.
“Hey, darlin’,” he purred. If it wasn’t for the smell of alcohol hanging around him - even if, according to Bee, he was only tipsy - his voice would have been extremely pleasant with its rolling accent. It managed to be halfway pleasant anyway.
Your smile was so fake it felt almost painful on your face, but you kept it steady. “Yes?”
“Do ye- wait. Are ye Irish?”
That fake smile slipped. “Uh… no. No, I’m not Irish.”
“Do ye wanna be?” he asked, leaning toward you with an inviting grin.
Your smile was gone completely as you tried to work through what he was saying. “Are you trying to adopt me?”
Now, he was frowning, too. With a blearily befuddled look at his friend, he said, “No, I- I meant- What was it?”
His friend had slumped down against the wooden bench seat, shoulders shaking with silent laughter. You shook your head and turned away. “Why don’t I get you some water?”
When you want to retrieve a glass of water, you heard the unmistakable sound of someone being hit. “Th’ fuck didja tell me tae say that fer?”
“‘Do you have any Irish in you’,” the friend told him, laughing aloud. “Then when she says no, you ask her if she wants some.”
“If she- Fuck, Roc! I jus’ wanted tae flirt wit’ a pretty lass, not give her a fuckin’ riddle!”
‘Roc’ was laughing too hard to respond. The Irishman continued berating his friend. “Dis is why Doc kicked us outta the pub tonight.”
“He kicked us out because you kept pokin’ fun at him,” Roc corrected. “I can’t believe your brother missed you makin’ such an asshole outta yourself! Where is he, anyway?”
“Had tae work late tonight,” the unnamed flirt replied. “Who th’fuck works late dis close tae Christmas?”
You were coming back with his water now, and the silence fell heavy and awkward. The red of your polo shirt felt so bright, you wouldn’t be surprised to find that it had started to glow under the cheap fluorescent lights. You set the water down with a sickly smile.
Your admirer looked half-sick himself. “Lass, I didn’t-”
“It’s fine,” you brushed off. “Christmas is an expensive time of year, you know?”
Of course, that wasn’t why you were currently working four part-time and temporary jobs, but these two strangers didn’t need to know that.
You retreated to the dish room, finishing the stack and draining the water without any further interruptions. Just as you were starting to wonder where Bee was, she ducked back inside, accompanied by a wash of cold air.
Any snippy comment you may have made was cut short by the look of concern on her face. Her cell phone was pressed to her ear. “I’m so sorry, hon, I’m on the phone with Jalen.”
Jalen was Bee’s son. You didn’t remember exactly how old he was, but he wasn’t a teenager yet. For him to be awake so late at night was concerning.
“Is everything okay?” you asked.
Bee grimaced. “I guess we’ll see. I just need a few more minutes.”
“Take your time,” you urged her. “I’ll cover things in here.”
She offered a stressed smile and let the door close behind her.
You grabbed the pot of coffee from behind the counter and went over to the men once more, filling their mugs. The wannabe flirt took the opportunity to say, “Sorry if I offended ye earlier, lass. I didn’t mean anyt’ing by it.”
“It’s fine,” you agreed by rote. “No harm done.”
“My name’s Murphy,” he offered. “This is Rocco.”
You gave your name in return, though it was prominently displayed on the white plastic nametag pinned to your shirt.
“Mind if we hang out a while longer?” Rocco asked. “Looks cold as shit out there and I wanna finish soberin’ up before I try to get through that.”
That made sense to you, though walking home drunk through this neighborhood was dangerous for reasons other than weather. “Yeah, stay as long as you need. Hang on, I’ll get you some more water.”
You kept their glasses and mugs filled, and the steady supply of water and strong coffee seemed to drive them toward full alertness. Rocco turned out to be funny and quick-witted, though his friend was no slouch in either area. Murphy’s main trait seemed to be a keen sense of awareness. His light eyes had continued to sharpen as the evening wore on, studying your every move and taking in every expression.
“What’s a smart chick like you doing, workin’ in a place like this?” Rocco asked at one point.
You shrugged. “Everyone needs to make ends meet somehow.”
“Better’n what ye do, Roc,” Murphy fired back. You lifted your eyebrows at him, silently asking exactly what it was that Rocco did, but neither of them answered. Instead, Murphy told you about his job at one of the nearby meat packing plants.
At some point, Bee had returned. Jalen had a nightmare and needed to be talked down. Bee had done that, but also sent her boyfriend over so Jalen wasn’t alone for the night. You had offered to cover for her, but Bee had refused, saying that she needed the money from this shift for Christmas presents. Rocco and Murphy had listened in shamelessly, Murphy commenting that he had suffered from nightmares as a child and Rocco offering to stay and cover her shift himself.
Murphy had laughed at that. “I’ve never seen ye so much as make a piece’a toast, Roc!”
His insult and Rocco’s responding outrage had made everyone laugh. Another bit of your earlier wariness of the pair was chipped away just by the way the tension melted from Bee’s shoulders.
By the time Rocco stretched and stood up, you felt like you were almost friends with the pair and were reluctant to see them go. It was quite a difference from how you had felt only an hour before. You ran Rocco’s faded debit card at the register and watched him scrawl a signature on the receipt before digging a few crumpled bills from his pocket. To your surprise, he separated them into two piles.
“Somethin’ for each of you, huh?” he asked, eyes bouncing back and forth between you and Bee. “Isn’t much, but, ya know… Happy holidays and all’a that shit.”
“Thank you, Rocco,” you murmured, looking down at the tip. It was hard to see exactly how much it was with the way the bills were balled up, but it was clearly generous. Since you were busy at the register, you pushed both stacks toward Bee, who gathered it up and stared.
She had obviously come to the same conclusion you had, but Bee expressed her thanks by rounding the bar and throwing her arms around Rocco. He looked embarrassed but pleased, patting her on the back and muttering about how it was nothing.
You took advantage of the clamor to lean in beside Murphy. He glanced up at you, eyes widening with surprise to see you so close. “Do you want me to get your bill together, too?”
Those blue eyes wandered across your face for a moment before he shook his head. “T’ink I might stick around a while, if it’s fine wit’ ye.”
“That’s fine,” you agreed with a shrug and a smile that felt a little too bright given the innocence of the conversation. You glanced away from Murphy, suddenly shy, and caught sight of Rocco and Bee grinning at you. Feeling more than a little foolish, you retreated back to the dish room, feeling eyes on you all the way there.
Murphy was flirting with you, wasn’t he? It had been so long that you honestly struggled to tell. Your soon-to-be ex-husband hadn’t been much for flirting. Paul hadn’t been much for you, honestly. Though ever since you had told him you wanted a divorce, he had been acting like you two had been the perfect couple until you had ruined it.
You sighed, rubbing between your brows. Talking with Murphy was fun and simple. Did you really need more justification than that? Maybe it could be reason enough for the night.
“Okay, I’m leaving!” Rocco called. You came back out of the back room, wiping your hands on your apron like you had been doing anything more than staring introspectively at a stain on the wall.
“Bye!” you replied. “It was nice to meet you.”
“Back at’cha,” he told you, pointing his finger like a gun. “Catch ya later, Murph.”
Murphy said something in a language you didn’t understand, but it still managed to sound crass. Your suspicion was confirmed when Rocco barked out a loud laugh as he left the diner. He crossed the parking lot and disappeared around the corner of a building in only moments.
Bee stepped out of the back door to answer a call from her boyfriend. You and Murphy were left almost alone in the diner. You refilled his coffee and poured the rest down the sink before setting to work making a new pot. Murphy left his place in the booth and slid onto one of the ancient barstools across from you.
“What made ye want t’ live in Boston?” he asked.
You lifted a brow. “Do I not seem like the type?”
“Nah,” he rejected immediately. “Most of th’ people who live here were born here or ain’t got any other choice. This part of th’ city, anyway.”
It almost seemed like you should try to defend Boston. It wasn’t a bad city, really. You actually loved parts of it, but it certainly hadn’t been your first choice of place to live. “My husband got a job here. This part of the city is all we could afford at first. Then he got… uh, laid off, and we never left.”
Of course, Paul’s layoff had been due more to his alcoholism than the needs of the law firm, but that didn’t matter to the stranger… or to you. Not anymore. After years of trying to support you both on the salary of a high school science teacher, you had finally pushed for divorce. You would be free soon enough.
Murphy had stiffened slightly at your mention of your husband. When he spoke, his voice was deceptively even, but you had seen the way his eyes had flown to your hands. “Ye’re married, then?”
“Technically speaking, yes,” you confirmed, though you didn’t make any effort to hide the lack of a ring on your finger. “But only until the divorce papers go through.”
“Ah, sorry tae hear dat,” Murphy said. To his credit, it did sound like he was making an effort to sound sorry.
“Don’t be. I’m not.”
Now it was Murphy’s turn to raise his eyebrows. “That so? I take it the partin’ was yer idea, den. He didn’t… He didn’t hit ye, did he?”
The growing anger in his voice was something of a surprise, but you were quick to shut it down. “No, he never touched me.” Rather than give any further explanation, you cleared your throat. “And what about you?”
“I’m not married,” Murphy told you immediately.
“Good to know,” you replied, hiding a smile. “But I meant, why did you choose to live in Boston?”
“Oh,” he said, a slight redness rising in his cheeks. It was adorable, and you felt yourself warming to him even further. “It was th’ first place me an’ me brother came when we got tae the States. Never found a good reason tae leave.”
“It was just you and your brother?” you asked. When he nodded, you added, “How old were you when you came here?”
“Seventeen,” Murphy said. “T’is why we work in the meat-packing plant. The manager was th’ only one who’d give two kids a chance tae earn some cash. Never saw a good reason tae leave there, either.”
“Loyalty is a big thing for you, isn’t it?”
Murphy blinked at you, looking surprised, but a slow smile spread over his handsome face. “Now, how’d ye guess dat, lass? Just from what I told ye? Ye’re a sharp one.”
“It’s too early in the morning for flattery,” you told him, trying to hide how his compliment had affected you.
“It’s never too early in th’ mornin’ fer flattery,” he replied. “‘Sides, I don’t know that ye can call three ‘mornin’. More like late, late evenin’.”
“Three?” you repeated, glancing at your watch. It was about ten minutes until three, but that was closer than you would have guessed.
“What is it?” Murphy asked. “Do ye turn into a pumpkin at three?”
“Not quite.” You couldn’t help but smile at his teasing even as you flew to finish up the last of your work. “I’m done at three.”
“Are ye plannin’ to drive in dis mess?” He gestured through the windows. The snow was starting to pile up, the icy wind whipping it into drifts.
“I don’t have a car.” You glanced back outside. “It’ll just be a really cold walk.”
“So late?” Murphy asked, sounding even less happy. “Do ye need someone tae walk ye home? I’d be happy t’ do it.”
You paused, thinking it over. Something about the earnest expression on his face told you he wasn’t angling for a night in your bed. He really just wanted to see you home safely. Unreasonably warmed by that, you nodded. “That would be great, thanks.”
He beamed at you and you smiled back and gestured at the dish room. “I need to tell Bee I’m headed out.”
You tapped lightly on the back door and peeked out to find Bee standing there with her phone clutched to her chest. She looked like she was near tears. “Bee? Is everything okay?”
“Yes, it really, really is,” she said. “I told Franklin about the tip Rocco left us. We can afford to get Jalen that game he wanted for Christmas now. I’m so happy!”
You pulled her into a hug as a few tears rolled down her cheeks. She pulled away after a minute, fishing in her pocket. “I forgot, here’s your half. You’ve spent half the night in the dish room and I didn’t want to leave it out there in case someone else came in and helped themselves.”
You shook your head, holding your hands up and away. “You keep it, Bee. I’m all set.”
She protested, naturally, but you stood firm. Your lawyer bills would still be around after the holidays, but Bee only had a few more days to get her shopping done. She eventually accepted, wiping at her face and unlocking her phone. “At least let me call you a ride home. It’s late and cold, and I hate to think of you walking back by yourself…”
“Actually,” you admitted slowly. “Murphy is going to walk me home.”
Bee paused. “Are you sure about that?”
“I think I can take one drunk Irishman, Bee,” you huffed playfully.
Her grin was instant and dirty. “Yeah, but what if it turns into a fight?”
You rolled your eyes, but she wasn’t having it. “C’mon, I’m just teasing. I’m happy for you! I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at him tonight. You deserve some fun, hon.”
“I can’t figure it out,” you said, laughing. “Are you worried about me or encouraging me to sleep with the guy? I’m getting mixed signals here.”
“That depends on you,” Bee countered. “Do you get creep vibes or do you think he’s one-night-stand material?”
You pulled the door open a little wider to glance out at the dining room. Murphy was stirring his coffee over and over, staring down into it as the fingers of his free hand drummed nervously on the counter. He glanced out at the snow before looking back to catch your eye. He smiled at you and you returned it without hesitation.
“Definitely no creep vibes,” you told her. “I think I might go for it.”
“Good,” Bee said firmly. “You need to forget about Paul for a night. Who better to forget him with than a sexy Irishman?”
You laughed despite yourself as your phone’s alarm went off. Stripping off your apron, you told her, “I’ll keep that in mind, Bee. Thanks.”
Bee patted you on the shoulder and you both went back into the warmth of the diner.
Murphy was standing at the register and Bee waved you off when you went to ring him up. You grabbed your coat instead, sliding it on as you glanced around the diner. “Do you need me to hang out for a while? It looks like the next shift isn’t here yet.”
“It’s fine, Josh is on his way,” she brushed off. Murphy went to get his own coat and Bee leaned in to whisper, “Do you have condoms?”
“I’m not having this conversation with you,” you shut down immediately, smiling to soften it as you walked out from behind the counter.
“Don’t forget to text me with an update!” Bee called after you.
Murphy followed you out of the restaurant. After you had both caught your breath after being exposed to the sharpness of the cold air, Murphy asked, “What are ye supposed tae update her on?”
“How you are in bed,” you replied, glancing at him in askance to gauge his reaction.
A slow smile spread across his handsome face, leaving him with an expression of mingled delight and heat. “Yeah? Is that th’ plan fer tonight?”
“That was a joke,” you hedged, half avoiding the question until you could build up your bravery. “She just wants to make sure you don’t end up murdering me.”
The look on his face turned to abject shock and horror in a moment. “I wouldnae- I’d never! ‘Course, why would ye believe me?A murderer would say that...” You grinned at him and he relaxed slightly, though you noticed he had subtly increased the distance between you. “Tell ye what: I’ll jus’ be walkin’ over here, hands in me pockets.”
“Your pockets?” you echoed with an exaggerated look of terror. “That’s not safe! I don’t know what you could have in your pockets.”
“Not in me pockets, den,” Murphy agreed instantly, pulling his hands free of the pockets of his thick black peacoat. You watched him wince with the cold and a surge of guilt overtook you.
“I’m sorry, that was another joke,” you protested. “I trust you. Put your hands back in your pockets or they’ll freeze out here.”
“Weren’t raised tae make a lady feel unsafe,” Murphy shrugged off. He flipped his hand over so you could see the way his fingers were starting to get pale. “But if ye really want, ye could help me keep ‘em warm.”
Your smile was so wide it made your cheeks sting in the cold, but you took his hand. You walked down the street in the hush of a snowy Boston night, Murphy walking beside you as you led the way to your apartment building.
At one point, he fished in his pocket with his free hand, pulling it back out to hold up a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. “Do ye mind if I-?”
“I have a sensitivity to the smoke, sorry,” you told him, pulling an apologetic face. “But that’s my building up there. I can go ahead if you want to..?”
You trailed off, unsure of how to finish the offer. ‘Go ahead home’? ‘Catch up when you’re done’?
It didn’t matter, though. Murphy shook his head, tucking the cigarettes back in his pocket. “Nah, tis okay. Probably shouldn’t. ‘Sides, th’ cold air has me lungs fucked near sideways.”
“Sideways?” you repeat faux-horrified. “Then maybe you should come inside. I don’t want anyone’s lungs to get fucked at all, but especially not sideways.”
A dirty little smile crossed Murphy’s face, but he asked, “Are ye sure?”
“As long as you’re not going to murder me or give me an STD, I’m sure.”
“No STDs, no murder,” Murphy promised, tipping his head toward the apartment building you had pointed out. “Lead on, then.”
Kissing someone in an elevator was a cliche you would have liked to avoid, but as soon as you were in a more familiar location, your confidence surged and you needed to know how Murphy tasted.
The answer turned out to be ‘mainly like coffee’, though you did catch an edge of alcohol and a hint of smoke. You were able to ignore everything but the coffee, distracted as you were when Murphy swept his tongue between your lips and set about thoroughly exploring your mouth.
When the elevator arrived at your floor, you didn’t hear the doors open the first time, not until they made an angry-sounding buzz. You reluctantly unfisted your hands from the thick warmth of Murphy’s coat and led him out into the hallway.
The apartment building you had ended up in wasn’t particularly nice, but nice enough that you didn’t have to worry about getting stabbed, which was more than you could have said about the place you had shared with Paul.
Still, after you had draped you and Murphy’s coats over the back of a chair, you didn’t need to do much more than point to give him a tour of the space. “Kitchen, pantry, bathroom, coat closet, bedroom.”
Murphy eyed each section politely, but you were keenly aware of the fact that his eyes sharpened at the mention of your bedroom. You were just as eager, shifting your weight from one foot to the other as you nodded toward the door in question. “Do you mind if we skip to the-?”
“Please,” Murphy asked, a rough edge to his voice.
You led the way, but he certainly wasn’t far behind you. Looking back on it, you weren’t sure when you had gone from only considering sleeping with Murphy to being desperate to do exactly that, but you were certainly there. As soon as the door closed behind you, your hands flew to the closures of your clothing. Murphy was doing the same next to you.
You pulled your shirt away and unfastened your pants, leaving the material to puddle at your feet. As you reached back to unhook your bra, a harsh groan drew your attention. You glanced over to find Murphy’s eyes traveling hungrily over your body.
“Fuckin’ beautiful, lass,” he growled, paused with his shirt long gone and his pants unbuttoned.
“Same,” you informed him, letting yourself stare at his bare torso and the way his graceful, tattooed fingers looked poised on the sections of his pants.
Murphy grinned at you, though there was something sharp about the expression. In a moment, he had shucked off his pants and turned his attention to ‘helping’ you. In reality, his hands running over your skin - and the sight of him fully unclothed - were a massive distraction and it took you several tries to unfasten your bra.
He took charge of removing your underwear, drawing them down your legs so slowly that you were ready to scream by the time he was done. His fingertips trailed over every curve and dip of your muscles, then danced back up to your hips as he stared up at you from his place kneeling on the floor.
“Lay down fer me, darlin’,” he urged, using his grip on you to slow your descent when your trembling knees would have given out. “Been waitin’ fer this all night.”
Instead, you perched on the edge of the bed, watching with fascination and a swell of nerves as he drew his hands back down the length of your thighs, ending at your knees. Gently, he pushed them apart and you fought him for a moment.
Having sex with him was one thing, but this felt… intimate, far more so than you had expected. Still, you were determined to see this through. After all, you had lived in the same city as Murphy for years and you had never met him before that night. If things ended badly here, it would be easy to avoid seeing him again.
You leaned back further, letting your knees part for him. Murphy murmured praises as he spread you wide, studying the place between your legs. The kiss in the elevator had left you distinctly interested, even if you weren’t quite to the point of wetness yet.
Murphy leaned closer and closer, gently spreading your folds with his thumbs before darting his tongue from your entrance to the top of your slit. You jerked under him, legs instinctively trying to close around him as your hips canted to offer yourself more freely. Most embarrassing of all, the simple act had pulled a hearty groan from you.
He chuckled, still close enough that you felt the air from it on your heated core. “Sensitive, aren’t ye, lass?”
“It’s been…” You frowned, trying to remember the last time someone had done this for you. “At least a few years.”
“Years?” Murphy asked, sounding horrified. His face lifted far enough up that you could see him clearly. “Years?”
You nodded, fighting the urge to hide your face from him. “Paul - my almost ex - didn’t like it. He said it was too… wet.”
“Did he ask ye tae suck him off?” Murphy asked, sounding irritated.
“Yeah, but he said it was easier,” you explained. “You can just pull away at the end and avoid the worst of it.”
“Miserable fucker,” Murphy grumbled. “Well, some of us think it ain’t a chore. Matter o’ fact… I think ye taste pretty damn sweet. Lemme make ye feel good.”
You opened your mouth to respond - maybe to assure him he didn’t need to do that or to offer a simple ‘thank you’ - but the words were never formed. Instead, that breath left in a tortured whine as he teased your clit with the tip of his tongue before sinking as much as the muscle as possible into your heat.
You were too absorbed in the sensations to focus much on your own reaction, but your spine arced up off the mattress as you tried to grind your pelvis against Murphy’s face. He chuckled again, his hands tightening around your hips to keep you pinned in place as he buried himself further within your folds. His tongue teased your entrance as his nose pressed against your clit.
If someone asked, you wouldn’t have been able to pinpoint exactly when you’d buried your hands in his thick hair, trying desperately to urge him on as you squirmed against his mouth. Murphy pulled away, but only far enough to sink a finger into your heat while he explored the rest of you with a series of long, slow licks. He hadn’t been lying about enjoying this. In fact, he almost seemed to be… savoring you.
It was overwhelming, the pleasure sweeping through you so intensely that every muscle was trembling and a litany of sounds and pleas were spilling from you. You were fairly certain your neighbors would know Murphy’s name by the end of things.
When your orgasm came, it hit with the suddenness of an explosion, whipping through your body and mind simultaneously and leaving nothing but sheer desolation in its wake. You shook and spasmed and moaned under the continuous onslaught of Murphy’s mouth until you somehow gathered the strength to push his head away from the juncture of your thighs.
“Ye okay, there?” Murphy asked, grinning at you over the curve of your tummy.
You were speechless, having noticed that Murphy licked his lips eagerly before wiping his mouth on his arm to remove everything that was out of his tongue’s reach.
“I think…” you trailed, surprised at how wrecked your voice sounded. You had been moaning, not screaming, but you couldn’t have proven that verbally. “I think I may have died for a minute at the end.”
“Aye, lass,” Murphy agreed with a self-satisfied look. “Ye did make it sound like I was killin’ ye.”
“The best possible death,” you assured him, struggling to sit up. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me for that.” His face was serious as he sat on the edge of the bed beside you. “Ye deserve tae have someone take care o’ ye as much as ye take care of them.”
You couldn’t hold his sincere gaze for long, but dropping your eyes away from his face let you catch a glimpse of him. He was hard, his length straining toward you. A slow smile spread before you could bite it back. “By that logic, I should take care of you now.”
The original intention had been to touch him, though your exact plan had been anywhere from wrapping your fingers around him to straddling him. However, the aftershocks of your orgasm left you less steady than you had expected, and Murphy didn’t miss the way you swayed slightly just from the effort of sitting up on the bed.
His responding smile was wicked. “Looks like yer legs are still a little shaky, lass. Why don’t’cha let me take care o’ ye?”
He pressed a kiss to your mouth, though you noticed he didn’t part his lips until your tongue urged him to do so. The taste of you was still strong in his mouth, but you found it wasn’t overwhelming. Honestly, you could taste the coffee he had been downing at the diner more than anything else.
When the kiss broke, it was only so Murphy could rummage in the pocket of his discarded pants and pull out a small packet. He had the condom on in only moments before he returned to you again.
“Ye may want tae move up th’ bed there, lass,” he warned with mischief glittering in his eyes. “If ye t’ink ye can make it that far…”
You pursed your lips to fight back a smile and flipped over to crawl up the bed, losing the battle against a grin when Murphy groaned. Of course, that may have been the effect of the little wiggle of your hips you had sent his way, but it was flattering nonetheless.
A hand on your ankle made you pause and glance back over your shoulder. Murphy’s eyes were dark with want. “That’s perfect. Turn over fer me, darlin’.”
You did exactly that, letting your legs open with ease this time. Your mattress was cheap and small, but when the weight of Murphy settling on top of you pressed you harder against its surface, it felt like absolute heaven.
His hips rested between your thighs like it was the most natural thing in the world and your legs instinctively wrapped around him. That left his length brushing between the swollen lips of your sex, his head barely catching on your clit, and your legs tightened involuntary, drawing him against you.
Murphy groaned, but it held more than a hint of a chuckle as well. “I know, lass, I know. But ye’ll have tae give me a bit o’ space so’s I can…”
He pulled away slightly, only just enough to draw his hips back and notch his head against your entrance. The feeling of him there - so close to where you ached - made your muscles clench again, and you weren’t sure whether it was him or you who prompted that first thrust into you.
Either way, he drove forward in a series of shallow pulses, edging himself deeper and deeper inside of you until he was fully seated in your core. You both took a moment at that point, foreheads pressed together as you breathed through the tension.
The fact that you’d already come helped, but it had been so long since you experienced this… and Murphy was far from small. Your inner muscles throbbed, tightening and relaxing in waves so strong they almost mimicked your earlier orgasm. Your body seemed on the fence about whether it should try to push Murphy out or draw him deeper inside you, and you both balanced on that edge for a span of time that seemed to stretch infinitely.
Finally, the gripping of your core slowed, leaving you almost desperate for him to start moving. Your hands - one wrapped behind his back, one locked around his shoulder - tightened, desperation pressing your nails into his skin. “Murphy-”
“Ye’re so tight, lass,” he told you, voice tense. “Don’t want ter hurt ye.”
“Please, Murph,” you said, on the verge of begging. “I need you to move. Please.”
That final, half-shattered plea seemed to spur him into motion. His hips pulled backward, the motion so startling that your legs fell from their spot around his waist. Your feet braced against the mattress instead, which gave you the perfect leverage to press your hips upward as you met his thrust back into your core.
You both groaned at the feeling, but Murphy didn’t let it overwhelm him. Instead, he set an almost frantic rhythm. You bounced and jolted under him, struggling to breathe through the driving force of him inside of you. Every bit of air you did manage to breathe was let out on a moan of his name.
His lips were traveling over your face and down your neck as he continued to steal your ability to think. He kissed and licked and sucked his way to your chest, eventually wrapping his lips around one of your nipples. You arched your back for him, whimpering, “Murphy!”
You could feel him smiling around the sensitive point of your breast, and he slowed his hips until it felt like he was stroking through your very center, drawing pleasure from you with every thrust. It was lovely, though nothing that would push you into another orgasm without some help.
“Ye close, lass?” Murphy asked, breaking away from your skin to murmur the question.
After a moment of consideration, you found that the answer was ‘maybe’. You told him, “I could be.”
“I won’t last much longer, meself,” he admitted.
You nodded, letting your hips drop back to the mattress as you snaked a hand between yourself and Murphy. Your fingers found your clit and began to move the same way they did when you needed to bring yourself to orgasm. Even the familiar sensations made your head kick back, elevated to new heights by what Murphy added to the experience.
“I’m-” you started, attempting to warn him that you were ready at any moment, but his hips snapped against you as he buried himself deep inside your core. His face tightened, then slackened into a perfect portrait of someone drowning in open-mouthed pleasure.
A combination of the view and the feeling of him jerking inside and on top of you sent you over the edge, strengthening the practiced motions of your fingertips.
This orgasm was calm, almost hypnotic after the fervor of the last one. The pleasure was slow and rippling as it washed over you and left you feeling impossibly light and peaceful. The warm air of your room was a spring breeze and the sheets tangled beneath you were the swells on the surface of a lake.
As Murphy gave a little chuckle from his place collapsed on top of you, you couldn’t help but smile. Since when had sex made you so poetic?
He withdrew from you carefully, though the dragging of him against your walls was eased by the wetness of two consecutive orgasms. Your channel clenched once, twice around nothing after he was gone, feeling empty after having grown accustomed to being stretched.
You shuddered and Murphy paused a moment before he wrapped an arm around you and drew you into his side. For a moment you stiffened. Besides the fact that you were both covered in sweat, this felt more intimate than you had expected for a one-night stand. Even after realizing that, though, you let him do it.
The closeness was comforting, especially since he was warm and still managed to smell good after all of that. You cuddled closer against his side, resting your head on his shoulder while you both eased down from the high of being together. His eyes were closed, and you let yours drift shut as well. You had been tired from the day itself, let alone the extracurricular activities you had gotten up to.
Besides, you would need some time to figure out how to tell Murphy that you had to work in a few hours.
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Author's Note - Okay, disclaimers before anyone gets too upset with me. First, the only reason this is a modern AU is so I don't have to worry about looking up every little thing that may or may not have been around in the 1990s.
Second, I know Murphy's dialogue is written in dialect. If that bothers you, I'll go ahead and warn you that tomorrow's chapter is written the same way. As for how I got to the dialect I did, I binge-watched the first two seasons of Derry Girls and went from there.
Thanks for reading! The second chapter will be out tomorrow!
I don't offer a taglist for explicit fics, but you can find other works on my masterlist!
#fanfic february#fanfic february 2023#fanficfebruary#the boondock saints#the boondock saints fanfiction#murphy macmanus#murphy macmanus x reader#murphy macmanus x you#reader insert#reader insert fic#lemon#not suitable for minors#minors dni
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IDV Ladies and their love languages pt. 2
Martha Behamfil
Martha’s love language is quality time! She has a lot of her day pre-determined by a relatively strict schedule. She runs in the mornings before anyone is awake, eats breakfast quickly, depending on the timing of her matches, she’ll decide whether or not to work on projects, converse with others, or do research on one of a few topics. There is a lot she likes to do, and even with all the time in the world, she’d never be satisfied. Her ambitions and passion carries her far.
-“I’m sorry, Martha. I just don’t think I can get up at 5 a.m. with you.” You tell her with honesty. She’s accepting of this. Of course she isn’t going to force you to participate in only the things she enjoys.
-But, maybe one time, you can do it!
-You set your alarm for 5 a.m. and roll yourself out of bed the moment it sounds
-Still in your pajamas, you knock on her door
-“What are you doing awake? You wanted to run with me?!”
-She’ll lend you some of the clothes she uses to work out
-Its actually surprisingly fun! You finally learn what “runner’s high” is
-The two of you spend almost the entire run just talking, laughing, and generally having fun
-When you return to the manor, pale and sweating, she’ll have the brightest blush on her face
-not just from the run, but from how happy she is to be around you
-you might only run with her on the off occasion after that, but you learn just how much she loves to spend her time with you
-If she’s tinkering with something, or reading up on certain flight technologies, she’ll love it if you were there with her
-It would be a lot of you handing her things, or holding a flashlight when necessary
-but she really does appreciate it
Melly Plinius (can you tell i am absolutely head over heels for her)
Melly has trouble being put into a single category in terms of love languages. She gives and receives love so well! She’s happy holding your hand, or if you give her a squeeze of good luck before a match. She loves spending time with you, talking about anything you want, whether it be her telling you about the Pterygota she has spent much of her life studying, or whatever topic interests you. She’s ready to lend a helping hand whenever you need it, and often does so at any given point in time. Her well-timed swarm will unexpectedly fly by, saving you from an attack from the hunter. Gifts from her range greatly, from a nice meal, to flowers and an eloquent note. She’ll even sing for you, eventually. (@ my singing hcs)
-There’s a certain thing you have with Melly.
-An unorthodox way of showing your love for each other
-If you were to ask anyone in the manor if Melly was seeing anyone, they’d ponder for a moment, shake their head, and say something along the lines of “she’s so closed off, I doubt it.”
-But you know better.
-Sure, around others, you have nothing but a cordial acquaintanceship
-The others would absolutely call you friends, its normal to hug a friend every now and then
-but you two spend way more time together that anyone realizes
-In the secluded garden, she’ll stroll with you at a leisurely pace, smelling the vibrant flowers and checking the planter boxes for interesting specimens
-And you’ll prepare her a bouquet as she allows a large and fluffy Bombus, bumblebee she later goes in depth about, crawl in her hand
-When you come back with the flowers, the bee goes right to it, and the two of you find yourselves in an interesting conversation following that moment
-This is how many days go by, and neither of you could be happier
Patricia Dorval
It took me quite a while to think about this one, but here’s my answer. Patricia Dorval’s love language is physical touch. She has a tendency to be aggressive. She has a strong sense of self, and knows what she wants, and is willing to do what it takes to get it. Whatever it is is subject to her mood at any given point
-If you’ve shown your affections for her, and she has accepted
-Prepare to be hers and only hers, she’s a little possessive
-She also grants you protection, both from the hunters and her curse
-You’re a pure soul of course, you could never be classified as a “sinner” in her eyes.
-So, if you are even in trouble in a match, call upon her. She will be there within the blink of an eye, her arm around your waist and her skill at the ready
-Then, she will not leave your side for the rest of the day
-Patching you up, ensuring you’re properly cared for and getting you ready for bed.
-All of the while she’s brushing her fingers up and down your skin, keeping close to you, and simply enjoying your presence
Tracy Reznik (I am also very much in love with Tracy)
Tracy’s is a gift giver. She’s always making little trinkets and her first thought once complete is to give them to you. She’s a very generous and kind soul, always thinking of you. She loves any show of affection in return, she has no preference for how she receives love, but she almost always shows her love with a gift!
-Her creativity and love knows no bounds, as once, she gifted you with a miniature robot of herself that incidentally boosted your decoding by a considerable amount.
-Yeah, you weren’t allowed to bring that into matches anymore
-but you keep it by your bedside table every night
-occasionally, you’ll catch Tracy tampering with it, with a note found later saying “Have fun finding the new feature.”
-She also loves to give you handmade puzzle boxes
-most resemble the inner workings of a clock, and there are many interconnecting parts you have to maneuver at the same time in order to open it.
-She loves to see your face when trying to open one of her gifts
-It makes her proud when she gives you a challenge, to her, it means her gifts are valuable
-Reward her with lots of affection! However you prefer to show affection is good with her
-She feels loved just by being around you
Qi Shiyi
Words of affirmation. There are a lot of things she doesn’t like, being touched, feeling indebted to someone. The best thing you can do for her is to tell her some good things about herself. The things you like about her. She’ll always appreciate it, even if she finds it difficult to take your words to heart. That, too, is how she shows her affection.
-There are often exchanges of “I’m proud of you.” And “You did well in that match.” between the two of you.
-She’s the first to shout “Follow me” if you’re injured in a match, and while she patches you up, she’ll whisper “Are you in too much pain?” or “It’s all going to be ok.”
-You both have become slightly reliant on each others voices
-If you ever have a nightmare, go to her
-She’ll brush your hair or pat you on the back and reassure you that she’s here for you
-always
Sorry about not writing for Ada or Vera, I’m not very comfortable with either of their characters. If someone requests one of them, I’ll try my best, but I won’t write for them on my own^^
Also, sorry about Qi Shiyi’s being so short, i’m still getting used to her character <3
Let me know what you think! And should I continue this with the rest of the characters, or move on for now?
#idv#idv x reader#identity v#identity v x reader#idv martha#idv tracy#idy patricia#idv qi shiyi#martha behamfil#tracy reznik#patricia dorval#qi shiyi#x reader
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Fluffy Headcanons with Ikuya Kirishima!
(Am I writing this for self indulgent purposes? Yes.)
Wakes up in the morning besides you and kisses your lips softly. "Good morning bubbs, time to wake up~". Carasses your face gently and peppers kisses onto it to wake you up.
He's literally so soft with you. He'll wait for you to wake up before he goes to freshen up and start his day.
Can't cook. Sorry, you'll need to cook for him. "I tried my best y/n... I hope you don't find it too vapid..."
Your insect killer. He doesn't give a shit about being scared. Send him in when you see a cockroach or something. "....a bee?... Uhmm just ignore it? You want me to kill it?(laughs) Ok~"
Hugs and kisses you so much, his lips are soft and feel like actual butterflies. You Love it so much and it's your favourite way of melting into sleep.
You stress reliever. "Bubbs? You look a little down? Come here (hugs you with his cuddly sweatshirts and hoodies). His lap and arms=heaven. You Love kissing his soft hands. You often tease him about it. "Ikuya your hands are so feminine. I love it~(pokes his cheeks)
Whenever he's angry, he'll come and plop into your arms and look at you with his adorably cute eyes. You CANNOT resist this. You WILL throw away whatever you're doing and you start comforting him.
He's a little insecure about his body. You might need to cheer him up for that, and he'll make sure to let you know that he appreciates your efforts to make him feel better by giving you random treats.
He'll always get snacks for you. Chips, juices, soft drinks, you name it. As long as he has the money, he'll never leave you snack-less(maybe when he is your snack👀)
Isn't fond of eating together though. You both like to be in your own space while eating, often just scrolling through your phones and listening to music. You'll be around each other, but there won't be much conversations. Your presence is more than enough for him to be comfortable.
He loves you more than anything :( please make sure to treat him sooo respectfully and lovingly. He deserves the best version of you, and he needs a lot of patience because of his self blaming personality. You need to make sure to give him that push he needs at the right time.
You're always present in his swimming tournaments and you cheer him on always. After that, whether he wins or not, you'll always take him to dinners and treat him. He loves that you do this for him.
Not a big gym person. You two workout together, but not that much.
Plays with your fingers when he wants your attention, or he'll come and lay on your lap. Sometimes if you're busy, he'll just come and sit next to you, hugging you from behind. You Love that he does this.
Baby 100%. He will be the bigger spoon outside, but when you both are in private, he'll always be the needy one.
Protective asf. This boy gets really pouty when you don't hang out with him a lot and instead spend time with your friends. He'll often just stare at you a lot when that happens, or he'll send "I miss you... Come back soon :(" texts
He knows that he's clingy, so he doesn't force you to do anything. He'll assure you and make sure that you're comfortable with his actions. He'll respect your private time, but he'll obviously have his needy moments hehehe
In the end, you two just love each other so much and would do anything for each other. He's the best thing in your life and you are,in his. Your day ends with a little fun time between the two of you, a little more intimate time~
#fluff#free! dive to the future#free! eternal summer#free! headcanons#oneshot#free! x reader#free! ikuya#kirishima ikuya#ikuya kirishima#ikuya x reader
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Not only is Cas + Dean + honey unfluffy, it can be downright angsty. I think that Dean, like fandom, could latch onto this one known interest Cas has, and while he'd hate being reminded of Honey Cas he'd totally try to "bribe" Cas with bee-related gifts. Dean is always interested in things that make Cas more reachable, touchable, and human. Cas, who may not even remember what happened when he was dealing with Sam's Hell memories, could easily think Dean is just taking him to a beeswax candle store because Dean likes doing human things together. It would be deliciously hurtful and unsustainable--maybe one day Dean thinks Cas is watching a bee (in fact, Cas is thinking about Dean's eye crinkles) and freaks out and after the yelling and stomping is over, they start to figure things out, but it takes a while.
I don't want to tell you not to have fun with this concept if you want.
But if you're asking for my opinion I'm going to give it, because, again, I want to keep the anti-bee discourse going. And I have to say that I disagree with you.
A large part of my objection to the bee trope is not just that it's bad characterization for Cas, but that it's also incredibly out of character for Dean to play a part in it.
Like it's not just a question of being reminded of how Cas was at that time. I think the end of s7 was such a negative experience that Dean would outright reject conceptualizing honey-Cas as a component part of Cas at all.
I could go on about "Nobody cares that you're broken, Cas, now clean up your mess". There's layers to that line (including guilt and projection on Dean's part, but also just plain anger and frustration) but this is not the post to get into that. Right now, I'm just raising it because that is the sentiment people unintentionally call back to every time they use the bee trope. That is how Dean felt about honey-Cas. So no, I don't think it's at all believable that Dean would do anything that invokes Cas' behaviour from those episodes.
(And yes, there was the "I'd rather have you" speech and Dean starting to be willing to take Cas as he is. But almost immediately after that, Dean and Cas get sucked into Purgatory and separated, so Dean never has to follow through. When he meets Cas again, Cas is "better" and Dean gets to make a clean break with honey-Cas and leave it in the past. Which he does.)
I agree that Dean is interested in bringing Cas down-to-earth, but whenever he does, it's on his terms. Dean shows Cas his own favourite movies, he makes him a mix-tape of his own favourite songs, he invites him to hang out at diners that he likes, he encourages behaviour (like flirting with waitresses) that Dean considers fundamental to his own specific experience. For Dean, making Cas human means making him relatable to his own life. It's something that I really enjoy because on the one hand, there's a kind of narrowness to it, Dean doesn't really have a curiosity about the kind of semi-human that Cas could become on his own terms. On the other hand, it's Dean sharing pieces of himself with Cas. It's Dean making Cas more his own, in a way. (also, as we know from the mix-tape, Dean is not generally in the habit of giving gifts to Cas. The mix-tape is an exception.)
That all being said, I would be glad if I started seeing the bee trope being used as a source of angst instead of as some fluffy thing. (but I'd be even happier if it was excised from the fandom entirely)
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A fluffy Ian/Barbara fic for Valentine's Day.
Hopping on one foot, Ian Chesterton laughed as he tried to remain steady. Barbara, sitting at her dressing table, applying her make-up whilst looking in the ornate mirror, smiled as from the corner of her eye she saw her husband passing by on one leg, no trousers to be seen and his shirt undone.
“If you’re to make that meeting by nine, Ian, I’d put a sprint on.”
“I’m trying. I suppose I really don’t want to go to this meeting.”
Barbara spun around. “I know. I don’t want to do this lecture this morning either. Not when it was meant to be our day off together. When was the last time we spent the day together, Ian?”
“Chance would be a fine thing. We’re both such busy bees these days.”
“I shouldn’t complain, but oh Ian, we had that romantic day planned.”
Finally placing on his trousers, Ian leaned over and kissed Barbara on the head. “How about tonight after all this work stuff, we just get dressed up and go to a posh old restaurant and treat ourselves to some fine wine? It can’t be a daytime thing but there’s no reason we can’t enjoy a meal together and have a night of it.”
She smiled. “That sounds lovely.”
…
Later that evening when Ian arrived home, Barbara was in the kitchen, pouring herself a cup of tea as the whistling kettle came to the boil.
“You want one?” she asked.
Placing down his briefcase and then kissing her cheek, he smiled. “Love one. I’m parched.”
“Oh, Ian, I’ve had such a tiring day.” Barbara could already feel her feet aching in her high heels.
“Sorry to hear that. Wish I could help but I’m exhausted too. Had to stay late in the end.”
“We didn’t book a restaurant,” she said with a sigh.
“No.” He paused and looked at her sympathetically. “Oh, I’m sorry, Barbara, I’m not a very good husband, am I? I should’ve booked us a table earlier.”
“No, Ian, you’ve been busy. Tell you what, why don’t we make something easy for dinner?”
“Something that requires minimal effort would be nice.” He rubbed his chin.
…
They laughed together as they carried two plates of beans on toast into the living room on fancy trays. Ian had placed a rose onto Barbara’s, a flower he’d picked up on the way home.
“You didn’t pinch that from Mr. Bennett’s rose garden, did you?”
Ian’s eyes rolled upwards, ignoring the question for a moment before answering. “Shows what you know. Mr. Bennett asked me to take one!”
“I see.”
“Barbara, I wish I could’ve bought you a nice gift but I just haven’t had the time.”
Barbara pointed her fork at him. “Eat your beans and then we can have some pudding.”
“Ooh, what kind?”
“Anything we happen to have in the cupboard.”
“But Barbara we haven’t been shopping.”
“Oh.”
Pudding afterwards consisted of a small piece of madeira cake they found in the cake tin that may have been there since Barbara had baked it several weeks earlier.
“Bit tough but still, beggars can’t be choosers.” Ian licked his fingers, removing the last crumbs.
“Why don’t you just get the hoover and be done with it?”
“Alright, alright. Don’t get snappy with me, Barbara.”
There was a moment of silence. Ian snuggled up close to his wife to remove the tension. As he nuzzled her, he felt the tension ebb away. He smelt Barbara’s hairspray and coughed.
“Sorry, Ian, went a bit mad on it today.”
“No problem. I like your hair. It’s getting taller though. One day it might start leaning like the leaning tower of Pisa.”
“Oh, Ian!” She slapped him away. “This is hardly romantic.”
“No, you’re right, hairspray and beans on toast. Maybe we should slip into something more…comfortable?”
“Ian, are you thinking what I think you’re thinking?”
“I think you are thinking what I’m thinking.” There was a mischievous look on Ian’s face. “Come on, let’s get ready.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her from the sofa.
…
Ten minutes later, they sat back on the sofa, dressed in their full nightwear—Ian in his striped pyjamas, dressing gown and matching slippers and Barbara in her long nightdress, dressing gown and warm socks.
“Ah, perfect,” she said as she laid her legs across Ian, wriggling her toes in his face.
Ian sniffed.
“Don’t do that joke again, my feet are very clean, thank you.”
He laughed. “Are you sure, I’m getting a hint of cheese?”
“Oh, do shut-up, Ian, I’m trying to get comfy. I’m tired.”
She closed her eyes as she moved about until she was in a perfect position, cuddled up in Ian’s arms, snuggling close to him, her head under his chin.
“There, that’s better.”
Ian ran his fingers up and down her arm. “This beats a boring old restaurant any day. Beans, Barbara and cuddles on the settee.”
“I’m so tired.”
“Me too.” He closed his eyes. “It’s funny, isn’t it? All this romance lark.”
“Hmm?”
“Just trying to have a romantic evening and then being content just as we are now. We did all the adventuring but I’m quite happy here.”
“As long as we have time together.”
“I really do love you Barbara,” he said, whispering into her ear. But when he looked at her, she was breathing softly and her eyes remained closed. “Barbara?” He ran his hand over his hair. “Night, Barbara.” He kissed her cheek.
#our fic#ian and barbara#romantic fic#classic who#so long since we've written a cute Ian/Barbara fic
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ITS TIME FOR DISTORTED PARTY
What's wrong? Never have you seen such an odd duo?
»»——DID YOU JUST INTERACT WITH PAST THEM?--——- no. ——STOP LYING, I SAW WHAT YOU DID. —you saw nothin—-««
While once again in a fog like labyrinth, the other one with white and purple outfit pause for a moment before he look at his imaginary clock and gasp.
The Bee stared at behind him and rolled his eyes when he realize what's up with his companion when the other takes out a living bunny out of his space and the bunny start to shake in hunger. The pseudo hurried to feed the lil guy who happily eats the things serve.
( shh ~shhh~... Don't worry I have more food here ... )
Petting and cooing softly the fluffy creature like his own beloved child the pseudo care less if they have to stop for a moment, because he cannot let his sole living momento of that person to die from carelessness.
{ Stop feeding that bunny each time, we have a minute stop.}
The Bee sighs as he cross his arms as he look at his direction in disdain, they really should stop this mini stops for a magic bunny.
( Well 'your bitch'less attitude sure is 'kill' jo'y'. One cle'a'rly 'se'e that you 'l'ack 'f'eelings of sympathy for this precious baby bunny, letting him be left hungry!)
{ ... What if you go try and do what you just said, huh?}
( *Gasp. But I don't say anything threatening~ I'm just saying what I felt I wanna say.)
{ Kokoko, you seems to think I'm blind. I can clearly see what you wanna say. }
The two glare at one another as the little bunny Slowly finished and fall asleep. The Bee stared at the bunny in a daze moment. Seeing that hunny eyes. It remind him, of someone.
{ 'I cannot' 'd'ec'i'ph'e'r that o'ne' day 'I' will 't'ravel and searc'h'ing 'e'ndless, 'r'elentless and more I 'can'not believe I have to do it with 'you', from all of the people... }
(.... Why do you even cho'i'ce to tag along with me. You 'don't' have bound like I have with them... Your only being 'c'ruel to yourself by doing this with me... 'A'nd besides you'r' someone who could liv'e' as you like... Finally free of your own captivity... )
{ ... I... }
A memory flash in Bee's mind. Someone holding his hand and the person laughter's ringing in his ears. He remembers that person calling his name and telling him.
× ' it's ok... Live as you like, like you do now... I wish to not pinned you down with weight of our existence... ' ×
That same person that smiled as they let go of his hand and disappear to nothing, consume by darkness. Forgotten.
{ ...Don't know... }
He never understand why, why.... Theres so many why running through his mind but all knows he have too, and he want too.
The two have a moment of silent as the pseudo put the sleeping bunny back to his space and start walking ahead of the other.
( Whatever reason you have, It doesn't really matter to me.... But if we have to do this together whatever reason one might have. Don't just mess it up by throwing a punch like you did when you first summoned the time labyrinth.)
The pseudo clearly remember when the two of them start their journey to the unknown time, long before their time in the labyrinth. Following the fading thread. This fucking bee throw a punch when he first check on his bunny to feed after long silence in the fogged and gloomy place. The rabbit mooching on the carrot scared him.
{ ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ )‧º·˚ S-STOP bringing that up!)
The Bee felt embarrassed by bringing up such embarrassing story being frightened by a bunny after that moment, many scene of horror come in his mind after all, that silent made his mind think very loudly.
( (ㆁωㆁ) Who in their right mind scared of of their own ability like it's some horror film. )
{ For the record, I only know about the theory based from what they told me and never gasp it till... }
(... Lets go.)
The pseudo don't let him continue as the two speed up to the new destination. They went through another corner and the fog, the maze disappear when they step out. The bright sun light peaking out of the corner of the tree line.
( ... Since it be a long walk from here to there. Might as well chat. )
{ Fine. When I meet them. I thought they were weird. }
( Ahahah~ yup they are indeed weird. )
{ They threaten to k'i'l'l' me at 'o'ne point. They gi've' 'm'e a 'c'harming smile while they do that .(◍•ᴗ•◍)}
( ... )
The pseudo pause, he look alarm at the surrounding. The place suddenly don't felt like they are the only one there.
{ Heads up. }
As he said that, they soon shoot down by many projectiles. The bee pulled out golden sticky liquid, with a quick move, he molded the honey into a blade and knives. Deflecting down the in coming attack with ease.
( Watch out!)
Bee who's back is turned don't realize someone about to hit him. Pseudo quickly smack a mallet to the enemy, throwing them off far in the tree lines.
As they get one done, more come out.
{ Sigh. Why do those things keep hindering us?}
(They are the guardian of the labyrinth after all... They don't have kin liking to people who trespassing boundary of time )
Soon more bull headed shadow figures appear, aggression on their eyes and the enemies is no other than those two.
{ Kokoko. Good I needed to test out my new skill }
Bee chuckle as he wave his hand, Sakura and rose petals surrounded him.
{[ Maybe this world is... ] }
The trees In the surrounding suddenly bloom majestic cherry blossom.
{ [ Speckled by drop of solitude.. ]}
Soon the petals created a whirlwind, all the enemies burned the moment a single petals touch their skin.
{[ Each color may just blend together into one ]}
Blood, fire and beautiful petals slowly turn the surrounding crimson as he wave his hand in graceful slow motion to all the direction of the enemies.
A smile on his face, that show his just getting started.
(what a show off.)
The other chuckle as white feathers surrounded him.
([ rewrite the limit.. . ])
Suddenly the land start to crack. Bee sigh as he once again witness this person destroy another part of the labyrinth.
([ dance on, dance on the edge!])
{[ this world may just be a stippling of... Solitude and instant]}
All the mobs that try to stop from the edge to the abyss below suddenly felt burning sensation of the the roaring wind of beautiful deadly flowers that burns them.
( the door! )
Holding his companion hand, an afterimage of wings appear on his back and they made a jump to the exit to another destination.
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Dot. dot. do. T
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Mini Fanfic #1042: Another Round, Santa Baby?~ (Sonic X Crash)
10:54 p.m. at the Crocodile's Residence's Living Room........
Vanilla: (Watches the Kids Sleeping Together on the Living Room Sofa With a Bright Smile on her Face) Awww~ Look at how cute our babies are bundled up together, Vector-Kins~
Vector: (Chuckles Lightly With his Arms Crossed Together) I know, right? Our kids are pretty cute as hell if I do say so myself. And look at this.
Vector points at Tails and Coco sleeping woth one another with the later covered up nicely around her fox friend's two, fluffy tails.
Vanilla: (Starts Gushing Some More at the Two Sleeping Duo) My goodness~ Those two look so precious cuddling up with one another~ (Turns to Vector) Do you think they'll make a cute couple one of these days?
Vector: (Shrugs) I think so. Those two kept saying they're only just friends, but give 'em a few more years. (Smirks Teasingly) They'll be all lovey dovey with one another in no time.
Vanilla: (Giggles Softly) Right. But now with that out of the way....(Sticks her Hand Out to Vector) Shall we complete our Christmas shopping for the year, my dear husband?~
Vector: (Place his Hand on Top of his Wife's) Let's.
Few Minutes Later at the Time Square's Grand Market, Hats' Section......
Vector: (Examines a Backless, Burnt Like Hat Resembling That to Jotaro Kujo's) I don't get it. Like, how the heck did that Jotaro guy was able go on his weird, bizarre adventures wearing this messed-up looking thing on his head all day?
Vanilla: (Walks Towards her Husband While Pushing a Buggy With Five Boxes of Candy Inside) Maybe he put something on his hair that helps it stick together?
Vector: Maybe. Cheese been a fan of the guy for longest now, so he might know the real answer better than any of us.
Vanilla: Ooh! Which reminds me. Vector, we need to find a pair fighting gloves for Cheese to wear.
Vector: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) Fighting gloves? Honey, have you seen all the times that Chao beaten all of Eggman's robots at ease? And at approximately fifteen seconds nonetheless!
Vanilla: ('Sigh') Yes, yes, I'm aware of the impressive feats. I just don't want our baby boy to start getting his hands broken. Or....rather his arms. I think?
Vector: (Shrugs) Eh. Fair. Here's hoping we can find his size.
Few Minutes Later at the Electronics Section.......
Vanilla: (Picks a DVD Up From the One of the Shelves with a Little, Cartoonish Looking Bee Grinning on the Cover) So this the Bee Movie Charmy wants for Christmas this year?
Vector: ('Sigh') Yeeup. The boys and I saw on the big screen a long while back and the kid is only one in the entire audience who actually likes it surprise- surprise.
Vanilla: Was it really that bad?
Vector: It was more weird if anything. The bee factory, bee military, the honey trial that happened at one point down the line, there's even this whole subplot of a woman having a romantic relationship with that bee on the cover who, mind you, is hell of a lot smaller than Charmy is in their universe.
Vanilla: I...see. (Smiles Sheepishly) Well, I guess our opinions doesn't really matter all that much iif he still likes the movie himself, right?
Vector: ('Sigh') Yeah, I guess so. Still weird.
Few Minutes Later at the Books Section..........
Vector: (Takes a Look at a Book that Reads "Ninja Powers For Dumbies" on the Front Cover) Huh. They actually made a about ninjas. Doubt any of this is accurate, buuut I'm sure Espio would find some use out of it. (Turns to Vanilla Behind Him) Got any more books to give him, dear?
Vanilla: (Pulls Up One of the Books He Has in her Hand) Just a few cookbooks and ingredients he'll might be interested in.
Vector: (Walks Over and Reads the Title of the Book Vanilla's Holding Up in Particular) "The Essence of Ramen Dishes"?
Vanilla: He's been taking a lot interest in making us ramen lately that I figured I would give him a book on how make different varieties of them.
Vector: His ramens are pretty tasty.....You think he'll might make a restaurant business out of this one of these days?
Vanilla: (Smiles Softly) I can see that as a possible future for him, so long as he's safe and happy.
Vector: Amen to that. (Gently Pulls Vanilla into a One Arm Hug) You're a good mom, you know that?
Vanilla: (Heart Begins to Melt as She Happily Hugs Vector Back) And you're a wonderful daddy~(Gives Vector a Loving Kiss on the Lips Before Raising an Eyebrow at Him) But do you mind telling me how we have bunch of dessert related coombooks in our buggy right now?
Vector: Uhhh...... (Shrugs With a Sheepish Smile Crept Up on his Face) Cause....I love you?
Vanilla: (Giggles Softly Before Hugging her Husband Again) Love you too, you silly crocodile~ Now, how about we wrap this night up by getting our baby girl her best gift yet?
Vector: Yeah, it that cute looking pony bike she's been asking for, right? We can get that for her no problem.
Few Minutes Later at the Bicycle Section......
The crowd of adults begins to fist fight one another for the pony like bike as Vector and Vanilla watches the action unfolds in the mid distance.
Vector: ('Sigh') Never mind. Guess we're gonna have to deal with THIS crap now, unfortunately....
Vanilla: (Frowns Deeply at the Scene) Why couldn't they just talk it out instead of pointlessly hurting each other?
?????: Because that would assume that they would have common sense.
The couple to see the evil scientist, Dr Eggman, standing right next to them.
Eggman: Which they clearly don't. (Takes a Loud Sip of his Drink)
Vector: Eggman, what are you doing here?
Eggman: Christmas shopping obviously. I got almost everything on the list. The only thing I need to do now is to find something that would peek interest to my little girl back home.
Vanilla: (Eyes Widened in Surprise and a Bit of Disbelief) I'm sorry. But....are you implying that you have a-
Vector: (Eyes Widened in Complete Disbelief) DAUGHTER!?
Eggman: (Smiles Brightly) That's right. (Shows the Couple a Photo of His Daughter Smiling Sitting Next to her Father and Robot Brotherings While Wearing a Black Vest) Her name is Sage Ivo Robotnik. A power A.I. I created a while back whom I've now treated as one of my own ever since.
Vanilla: ('Gasps') Oh my gosh, Vector, she looks so cute and squish~
Vector: Yeah. She....actually looks good in this photo, doc. In fact, the entire family portrait as a whole looks nice.
Eggman: Why, thank you! I cannot tell you how long it took me find a decent photographer take our pictures. (Rolls his Eyes) And don't even get me started on the payment fees.....It was a nightmare to pay! ('Sigh') But I suppose all of that doesn't so long as my little angel is satisfied.
Vanilla: (Clasps her Hands Together While Gushing Over the Doctor's Words) Awww~
Vector: (Almost at a Loss For Words) Wow. You're.....really taking the whole parent role this seriously, aren't you?
Eggman: Of course I'm taking it seriously. I mean, yeah, it's a challenge, a very exhausting one at that.....(Takes a Deep Breath While Speaking) But it's fine. I knew what I was getting myself into the moment I made Sage from scratch and I intend keep moving with this responsibility going forward. Ooh but speaking of which, would it be fine with you two if we set up a play date for the kids in the near future? The last thing I want is for my girl be coped up in a laboratory all day.....
Vanilla: (Turns to Vector For a Brief Second Before Turning Back to the Doctor with a Simple, Happy Nod) It would be an honor, Doctor. We could start the play date on the first week of the new year if you like. There's just one, teensy favor I need from you first.
Eggman: (Smiles Brightly) Spendid! A-And sure! What sort of favor you two need at the moment.
Vanilla: (Places her Hand onto Eggman's Shoulder) Oh it's nothing too grand~ Just wanted to let you know that- (Suddenly Gives Eggman a Dark, Menacing Glare as She Starts Squeezes his Shoulder Tightly With her Nails) If you ever try to kidnap me and/or bring harm to my family again, I'll find and I will beat and burn you and your entire legacy down to the ground in body bags, got it?
Vector: (Crosses his Arms at a Very Terrified Doctor) Better take her words to heart, doc. Saw her got provoked once. (Shakes his Head a Bot Slowly) Not a pretty good sight.
Eggman: (Starts Sweating Bullets as He Begins to Let Out a Gulp) Y-Yes. Dully noted, 100%!
Vanilla: (Immediately Went Back to Smiling at the Doctor) Wonderful!~ (Lets Go of Eggman's Shoulder Before Sweeping the Dust Off of Him With her Hand) I'm so glad we came to an agreement.
Eggman: Yes. (Chuckles Awkwardly and Nervously) Me too. And don't worry about Sage. She's a very kind young lady for the most part, so I'm sure the your offsprings will take a liking to her instantly. (Turns Back to the Brawling Crowd) As for the crowd in front of us.....
Eggman pulls out a highly tech mini blaster from his buggy and freeze the crowd in each of their place. Leaving the bicycle itself unharmed.
Vanilla: (Gasps at What She Just Witnessed)
Eggman: (Whirls the Blaster Up and Back Down to the Buggy With a Satisfied Smile on his Face) There. Problem solved.
Vanilla: (Immediately Turns Back to Eggman With a Glare on her Face) Doctor Robotnik Eggman! You didn't have to freeze them solid like that!!
Eggman: On the contrary, Mrs. Crocodile, I did. They were getting too crowded and noisy for my liking.
Vector: Yeah and besides....(Picks the Bicycle Up and Carries It With Him) At least we don't have to worry about fighting tooth and nail to get our baby carrot's gift.
Vanilla: ('Sighs in Defeat') That's true. And this is the final gift on the list, so....(Reluctantly Shrugs) Mission accomplished I suppose....(Turns to the Frozen Crowd) They won't be frozen forever, will they?
Eggman: (Flail his Arm Down) Oh relax, will you? (Starts Walking Away With the Married Couple Following Pursuit) They won't stay like that forever. Give it a few minutes or so and they'll be unthaw in no time. Probably. I haven't used this blaster for the longest time now, so i don't have slightest clue how long the freezing process will take.
Vector: Ah geez...
Moments Later at the Market's Parking Lot.......
Vector: (Let's Out a Sigh as He Gets Into the Family Van Along with Vanilla) Finally. We're done shopping for the year.
Vanilla: And we didn't have to spend anything too expensive this time around. Thank goodness for that.....
Vector: Tell me about it. (Places his Hand on his Forehead) I still can't get over the fact that Eggman of all people, is being a parent. And a fairly decent one at that......
Vanilla: (Smiles Sheepishly) I'd be lying if I say that didn't took me out of the loop for a second there. But I'm sure there isn't for us to worry about so long as he treats her well.
Vector: ('Sigh') Yeah, you're right about that. I still got my eye on him though.
Vanilla: (Giggles a Little) Of course you do, dear. ('Sigh') But alas, Christmas morning is upon us. And I suppose that means you're going to play the role as Santa again, aren't you?
Vector: Yeah, but.....(Turns to Vanilla With a Smirk on his Face) Not without help.
Vanilla: Not without hel- (Immediately Gasps Loudly by that Statement) Wait. Y-You don't mean-
Vector: I got your costume up and ready for you in my detective office. So with that in mind....(Gently Picks Vanilla's Hand Up in a Propsal like Fashion) Would you do me the honors of being my Mrs. Claus-
Vanilla: YES!~ (Immediately Pulls Vector into a Tight, Loving Hug)
Vector: ( Chuckles Lightly While in her Wife's Embrace) Sheesh, Vanilly!~ I know you wanted to play the role, but I didn't think you be that excited for it.
Vanilla: I couldn't help it~ Her sweet, mother hen characteristics were practically made for me. Granted, I.....am not really sure what her usual lines are...(Quickly Puts On a Determined Look on her Face) But I'll do my very best to do her proud!
Vector: (Smiles Sheepishly) That's good and all, but try not to stress over it too much, alright? You'll do just fine.
The Next Morning......
'Door Opens'
Santa (Vector): (Walks in the Living Room Carrying a Large, Red Sack) HO! HO! HO! HO!
Kids/Cheese: SANTA!/CHAO CHAO!
Cream: (Eyes Begins to Sparkle at the Sight of the Man in Red) You're visiting us again, this year!?~
Santa: Better believe it, Little Cream! And joining me on this fine Christmas Morning is none other thaaaaan.....
Vanilla: (Happily Presents Herself in Front of the Doorway While Wearing a White Wig and Red and White Dress) Mrs. Claus!~
Cream: ('Gasps') Mrs. Claus is here too?~
Mrs. Claus: (Walks Into the Living Room) That's right, my sweet darling. I'm sorry I wasn't able to make it last year. I had to make sure the workshop is in good shape while Santa was away delivering presents.
Cream: There's no need for you to apologize for that, ma'am. (Walk Over and Gives "Mrs. Claus" a Loving Hug) We're just so happy to finally meet you in person.
The rest of the kids soundly agrees as they join in on the hug fest, making the woman in red heart melt and tear up at how precious each of them are.
Mrs. Claus: Oh my sweet little angels.....(Happily Pulls The Gang into a Big Hug) I'm so happy to see you all too!!~
Santa: (Watches the Group in the a Bit of a Short Distance, Standing Next to Espio) ('Sigh') This is sweet. (Snickers a Bit) And ironic that I'm getting my thunder stole by my own wife of all people.
Espio: Considering her absent last year, It's only fair that she takes the limelight of attention for once, Mr. Claus. (Raises an Eyebrow) Or should I say Vector?
Vector: Already figured me out, huh?
Espio: I already knew it was you last year. I just choice not to say it outright.
Vector: (Ruffles the Top of Espio's Head) Appericate you for doing that. Which reminds me.....(Turns to Espio While Pointing at Him) I need a favor from you.
Espio: (Slowly Raises his Eyebrow at Vector Again in a More Suspicious Like Manner) ....What sort of favor exactly?
Vector: Well, I've been thinking, since I've managed to get your mother to play Mrs. Claus, we might be in need of an elf-
Espio: No.
Vector: Oh come on, man! I can't blow my cover by asking one of the kids to do it for us. You're the only person right for the job!
Espio: (Groans While Giving Vector an Unconvinced Look)
Vector: Please? You can be the silent, assassin bodyguard or whatever. You don't even have say or do anything if you don't want to. Promise.
Espio: (Stares at Vector a Few Seconds More Before Letting Out a Sigh of Defeat) I'll see what I can do.
Vector: (Smiles Brightly) Thanks man, you won't regret it. Ooh! And I also got a lot to tell you about Eggman too.
Espio: You do? What about him exactly?
Vector: Well...
Vector Starts whispering the details into the chameleon's ears until eventually.....
Espio: HE WHAT!!!?
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This is a unedited story about a boy who meets death also this is unfinished
It is long.....very long
My Time With Death
By: Bees
My first love was a boy whose eyes were like that of freshly drawn blood against the glistening white snow of his skin. His hair was short and fluffy and the color of ink. When I first saw him I thought he had been drained of color, or perhaps he had been merely made to resemble a gray scale. However his eyes were that blood red. Why did I have to fall for him? Why did I have to get curious? This is our story written from my diary……..
01-19-2004
When I first saw him he was walking down the train tracks listlessly with a (bass) guitar on his back. It took him a while to notice me but when he did those blood colored eyes stared back. We sat staring at each other for what felt like forever. He didn't say anything but turned around and walked away. The wind blew his hair and almost knocked him over. He seemed unaffected by the weight difference since he had an amp in one hand and a small bag in the other. A crow joined him. Then he stopped and jumped off the tracks. Before I could wonder why the railroad crossing arms came down in front of me. Soon a fog came weighing heavy on my shoulders. I looked back in his direction and I could barely make out a light through the thick fog. I heard the train come to a screeching halt. The fog somehow became heavier and the only two lights I could see were that of the trains and that small lantern. I blacked out shortly after.
02-10-2004
Later I learned that the train had some passengers who had been killed on it......was it death I saw? Was he waiting for the train? No no that's not possible......right?
02-12-2004
I tried to draw him but I couldn't get that worn out look in those blood colored eyes. That tired look was mixed with pain and sorrow with a dash of sympathy towards me. It was never quite right. Something was always missing. Then his hair.....it was never black enough. Not that same ink black he had. He was beautiful....stunning. I want to see him again. I'd do anything to see those eyes again and just maybe talk to him.
02-15-2004
I wonder why he would wear the outfit he did on such a cold day. It didn't look like he cared, maybe he's from somewhere cold. I must be crazy though, thinking I really ran into death. There's no way he would look so good. Besides, isn't death a brutal person who does nothing but take every moment?
02-19-2004
Wonder if I'll see him again......speak of the devil and he shall come….I wish he’d come already
02-20-2004
I saw him again a week or two ago but I couldn't write about it since he was taking my grandma away. He came in quietly without a word. When I looked up he was staring at me....those eyes so red.....that hair so black. He walked over to me and pulled down his mask. He kissed me with those tinted pink lips on the forehead. I blacked out right after it was almost like he put me to bed. When I came to, my grandma was dead. Gone just like him. This was our second run in but I couldn't help but feel hopeless. When I got home finally I checked my pockets and found a piece of paper.
On it written in rough English it said, "I'm sorry for taking her, however she escaped me too many times. As for us meeting it'd be best to forget about me. Fear not we will meet again one day when your time comes. However, don't try to be like your grandmother and escape me so many times. Going peacefully is best for us both. -death"
So it was death....I flipped it over and there on it was a drawing of me and my grandma together....it was beautiful...like him.
03-13-2004
He said I wouldn't see him again but I had my doubts.
Maybe they weren't doubts but wishes.
03-14-2004
I saw him in my dream standing in the doorway to my room watching me. Those blood filled eyes watching me. Those pink tinted lips saying nothing. His hair did nothing but disappear into the darkness of the hallway...yet the longer we watched each other the clearer his whole silhouette became. What broke his gaze was the sound of a raven above me carrying something that clanked as it spoke. His eyes shifted. He walked over without making a noise and with his thin hand took something from the bird. It was a lantern.....I had never seen one that looked like his. He turned and looked back at me and spoke. He said in the softest voice I have ever heard, "you sure are a strange one sammy."
That scared me....he knew my name. He took his lantern and left the room without another word. However his bird broke the silence with the flapping of its ink black wings.
03-15-2004
Was it a dream? I couldn't stop asking since it was so vivid and seemed so real to me. Later that day I heard from my parents that our upstairs neighbor had passed.....why did he visit me then? Why was he so intrigued? Did he find me interesting since I could see him so well? All I have these days is questions but no answers...none.
03-20-2004
I met him again today. This time I could speak and ask him why he seemed to care about me so much. However he had no interest in answering that question. Then I asked why he had free time if people were constantly dying. He hesitated but answered with a chilling answer that I can't write down since this only happened yesterday.
04-03-2004
I can finally write it. He said that he always took his time since no matter what he would eventually come for us all and we might escape a couple of times like my grandma but he would eventually get you......he also said his life was easier when everyone wasn't constantly dying.....not even I could escape his cold embrace. After that he left....I was terrified. I had always thought of death as something that came quickly without warning...I never thought death was cold and calculating.....making sure not a soul lingered too long.
04-09-2004
I have a new question....what does a soul look like? What does he do with them? Where do we go after we die? Would we even know if we had died? So many questions and yet all I know is that he is a cold calculating person....wait its death he's an entity.....does he even have a gender?
04-10-2004
He came again and we spoke. He talked a little more this time and told me he only has a more human form to comfort people passing on. It made sense but still confused me a little. I asked if it meant he was a shapeshifter and he said that I could think of him like that...so yeah. I asked him what a soul looked like and he merely shrugged his shoulders and told me everyone looked different.
I had to ask....what did mine look like? After a long pause he told me he couldn't tell what mine was since I wasn't dead.
A relief.....yet a disappointment. Maybe he knew but wouldn't say. Maybe he did but I had no way of telling.
He left shortly after this with his crow on his shoulder. He paused and looked back at me which was a surprise. He motioned for me to come to him....so I did. He grabbed me without saying a word and tossed me over his shoulder. Before I knew it we were jumping from building to building as if gravity didn't exist.
In an instant we made it to the bad side of town. We arrived outside a small abandoned building. He put me down and told me to stick close. I grabbed his oversized jacket. We stepped in....it was dark, I couldn't see. He pulled out his lantern from that small bag. We walked up what felt like a dozen staircases. Finally we stopped in front of a door and I heard coughing on the other side. Gently he opened the door and I peeked from behind him. I saw a man slumped over against the wall coughing up blood, I was terrified and I couldn't move. He pulled me with him as we walked over to the man. He bent down on one knee and touched him. Something glowing like that train light left him. It was blindingly bright with a tint of gray to it. He put it in the lantern and we left. Left him there alone in the dark to rot.
When we finally got out of the crumbling building he didn’t say a word but picked me up after checking the time. Before I could ask him anything he took me back to that roof and quickly left with the man's soul.
05-19-2004
I couldn't process what happened so I sat on that roof for hours. It started to poor when I snapped out of it. But I was dry except for my feet. Someone was above me and when I looked up there he was holding an umbrella over me. He could tell I couldn't process it and before I could say a word he was sitting across from me at a ramen bar eating quietly. We had dinner and he took me home. This all happened a while ago but I am still so confused.
07-03-2006
After a while he came again but this time he didn't appear in a dream nor next to me on a roof. I had a nightmare and when I woke up I couldn't move. There was something on me. Something cold yet warm. There he was....passed out on me. He looked like he was dead. It was cute though.....what the hell is wrong with me?
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