#vani scribbles

[spaceknifes]

asta coming home to the church after having a near death experience standing up for his brother

[hypnofantasma-asks-and-doodles]

could any of these vani eye scenarios that i scribbled out be canon or are they strictly just... 4 bands in each eye that take up the whole organ [excuse the horrible lineart i did this very fast]

Kraizen/Vani eyes are ALL in those target patterns, as they simulate a hypnotic sort of "falling" illusion when they cycle!

I highlighted the ones that COULD still work as stylizations though, as they stay in the G-B-V-R pattern and are targets with a black pupil! Vani eye bands can constrict and show the black sclera, as well as dilate and show only a couple of the total 8 bands. The irises could also constrict yet the pupil dilates, or vice versa! Their eyes are never a solid color, especially without a pupil, however.

The other ones are still really cool though, and i especially like the top left one! That one would work nicely as an Amplifier Core eye imo

[aztarion]

i have vanni as my ghoul and i love her so much, i chose her cause my courier is mostly an intelligence build so she fit the best

the reremouse quest was so good, lettow and julian's constant back and forth bickering was so funny! i went with lettow's idea with the crossbow (what can i say i'm a kiss ass lol) but failed in the end cause my physical abilities are shit so reremouse ended up going on a little massacre rampage until lettow's people took him down

also kissing lettow while surrounded by corpses was chef's kiss

OOHH i had vani last time but i think i preferred elena just for her interactions during the story, especially her side quest & then at camp scheffler & the reremouse mission. acrually i think elena even had more interaction during the biosphere mission with my gangrel! but vani’s distate for julian is very funny — my banu haqim run was a julian romance so i kept getting descriptions of her just glaring in the background everytime he popped up😭😭 i really like raúl so far too but im not sure how its gonna work out bc hes got this semi-virtuous vigilante thing going & im playing my setite messy af

YESSSS I HAVE SO MANY SCRIBBLES FOR THE BANTERS IN THAT MISSION 😭 need to get off my ass & finish them. AND SAME my max protean gangrel was a kiss ass & went for lettows idea too, but it worked out & it was sickkk. i genuinely love Kyle Marquis’ action scenes.. i did julians idea last time w max sorcery — it worked too but soooo much blood 😭 it ended w lettow yanking his shirt off though 🙂‍↔️ priorities! its gonna be fun seeing all the variations bc im definitely gonna fail with my setite this time LOL

[shinmiyovvi]

"Para sa minamahal naming ama..."

A group photo of our niños and niñas as a gift for their father figure Padre Francisco 😭💖💖💖

Also, I will be including this one for the continuation of my angst VaNi comic soon and might show you this part as a sneak peek later on 💖

Other versions of the photo:

I just had to, the scribbles on the photo are making me cry so much that these 4 are too wholesome for me 😭😭😭💖💖💖

Without filter:

[akuaya-stories-tl]

Back Alleyway Graffiti Battle, Chapter 5

Accomplice: The Graffiti Battle is reaching its finale.

Host: Good grief. Even though I'm the one who organized, I'm amazed people could be so engrossed in such a pointless scribbling event.

Accomplice: Haha, we managed to get money thanks to it, so isn't it fine?

Tis: Hey!

Host: Hm...? What are you doing? Aren't you a participant.

The event hasn't ended yet, returned to the Graffiti Battle at once.

Tis: You won't be choosing us to win no matter how hard we try anyway.

This event is rigged from the start after all.

Host: What are you spouting now? Cease your accusation. This event is a fair competition, it's to bring entertainment to many people.

Tis: Don't play dumb. We've heard what you're saying before.

... Didn't you also say you want to take Kai as your servant because he's rare?

Kai is my brother. I won't forgive you for treating him like your servant!

Host: Shut your rumblings! Don't tell me what to do and not!

You bunch should just be quiet pawns in this event and covered in paints!

Tis: The one who'll get covered in paints is you!

Host: Eek...!?

H-Hey! Capture them all! I'm going now!

Accomplice: Keep quiet, you all!

Do you know what'll happen if you defy us!?

Vanis: That should be our line.

Rosé: Now, now. Don't fret. We'll teach a lesson of what'll happen to them slowly ♡

Accomplice: Ghaa! L-Let me go...!

Vanis: Tis, leave this place to us.

Tis: Got it!

Host: Grr, useless! But if I can escape from here—

Fiori: As if we'd let that happen!

Tis: There... Got you!

Host: Gurgh... urgh! Y-You bastard...!

Vanis: I'm astonished that you think you could escape from us.

Rosé: I'll brand it in your mind why you shouldn't cross with us ♡

Fiori: On top of insulting Stella, this guy never showed any sign of remorse or apologized. It leaves no room for sympathy.

Tis: Reflect on what you did. Although it's too late at this point!

Host: A-Aaaaaaaaaaah!!

Spectator (male): It's almost time for the finale.

Spectator (female): ... Huh? Look, there are papers coming down from the sky.

Rosé: Hey there, attention please ♡

We're spoiling the documents evidence that this is a rigged event ♡

Vanis: There are plenty of documents, such as the event planning and the contract with the rigged team.

Spectator (female): Ah, I know it! I thought it was strange that the most inactive team could be in 1st place.

Fiori: Which is why there's no winner this time.

Tis: But it was fun watching our Graffiti Battle, wasn't it?

Spectator (male): Haha, that's true! Thanks to you guys, we got to see something interesting!

Tis: Haha, I also had fun too! I still haven't gotten enough of painting!

[a round of loud applause]

Fiori: Hehe. Now that's one thing settled.

Tis: Yeah, but...

There's still one thing I'm curious about.

I gotta ask Big brother Ras... about that smeared Angel on the stained glass.

[To Be Continued...]

[sorunort]

i dont normally post a lotta wips here unless i know im not gonna finish it but i worked literally all day on this piece and im super excited to finally finish it, whenever that will be, and im hyped with how the lines came out aaaaaaa

[sorenzi]

So you are telling me these two aren’t canon?! (part 2)

Continuing on this glorious list:

https://sorenlen.tumblr.com/post/660823161771851776/so-you-are-telling-me-that-these-two-arent-canon

Maybe you are right that these two aren’t canon, but here are some brainworms for bait and for your reconsideration (or entertainment):

MochiJun on the VnC anime merch (specifically the rings)

Mochijun mentioned that she liked  to collect rings, then went straight to discuss where these two would wear their respective accessories on their hands. Noe’s would be worn on his thumb on the left hand, Vani on the left hand’s middle finger. (Some one said it’s the right hand but I’ve yet to find the source…) I don’t know the significance of it but it got VnC twitter up in a storm.

Source: https://twitter.com/jun_mdesu/status/1445742456461398027 

Friendly reminder that their respective birthstones are of each other’s color schemes. (Noe = blue sapphire, Vanitas = purple amethyst)

YouTuber Omake

In the YouTuber omake where Vani (goes by V) would have been a popular game streamer with an ‘good’ voice, and Noe would have been a daily lifestyle/local travel vlogger (not quite sure what it is), Mochijun tweeted that they made each other’s profile pictures for their respective channels. (Noe drew the cat scribble for Vani, and Vani took a picture of Murr for Noe.)

Source: https://twitter.com/jun_mdesu/status/1446713546251726850

There are subscribers comments discussing whether if they both live with each other as a viewer recognizes Vani’s ‘distinctive’ voice in one of Noe’s videos.

Source: https://sorenlen.tumblr.com/post/664546132268089344/mochijun-confirmed-that-vanitas-and-noe-did-each

(This is a rumour as I remember reading the Twitter comments but not from the direct translation.) Dante is acquainted with V, and sometimes acts as their video editor even though he has a channel with Riche and Johann too. (KEYWORD: ‘their’, so it’s not just Vani, but Noe and possibly the both of them together)

When your roommate’s pet actually likes you (Murr’s interaction with Vanitas)

Since it’s hinted that they could be roommates and that they’ve used the same animal for their profile pic, gotta bring Vani roommate’s cat (Murr) into the picture that he’s essentially their spoiled kid. 

In Memoire 51.5 (Lost Children), in Noe’s segment, you can see Murr cozy up to Vanitas when Amelia informs him and Dante about his little tour around Paris. 

Murr’s interactions around other characters are decent but Murr seeks out to chill on Vani’s lap which he let’s Murr do. It’s not much of an interaction but it’s very heartwarming to see another species take a liking to Vani when he personally thinks himself as unlovable.

Episode 7/Memoire 12 other shipping details that aren’t as noted

TARTE TATIN. And desserts!

Go read @temporoom​ ‘s analysis on tarte tatin here. It’s very insightful on their interactive dynamic, but to simplify, what non-interested person would give their dessert (even if you don’t like it) to someone else after knowing them for 2 days when you could have left it untouched on the table then have an intimate talk about what love is several hours later???

https://temporoom.tumblr.com/post/660166976290816000/okay-no-i-said-i-would-wait-to-sort-out-my

Sora To Utsuro’s through Noe’s perspective (follow up on the subtle non-platonic elements of the OP and ED songs) 

The scene where Vanitas takes off his glove to treat Chloe’s malnomen causes a temporary bright illusion in the surround area. Noe watches in awe at the sight and Vanitas’ blue moon moment and sees blue and bright twinkling lights (world formula?). The rest of Chloe’s home is devastated but the mysterious white Astermite flowers bloom where the World Formula or Astermite powers have been tinkered. This is actually Vanitas himself.

This reminds me of a the line in ‘Sora to Utsuro’ where the lyrics are the following: 

‘I love this world and the light only you give me Makes the world I see through these fractured eyes Look gleaming and bright.’

And while the light is technically cause of treating Chloe, Vanitas ended up agree to save her and Jean-Jaquces cause Noe didn’t want to give up. Please re-read that chapter and look at how Vanitas emotionally squirms at how Noe’s idealism impacts him.

Also the start of Memoire 53 shows how Noe remember’s his first encounter with Vanitas in the church. Vanitas is literally basking in the light from the stained glass and has a soft expression while the audience saw an unhinged vampire doctor in Chapter 1. (Noe has massive rose-coloured glasses here.)

I’m also convinced that the delay of September’s chapter is not a coincidence and that Mochijun is definitely planning something for Memoire 55. Anyways that is all.

[aaternum-a]

he misses her terribly.

in between streams, vanitas has altogether too much time to sit and think (and pine), and he's been doing quite a bit of the latter lately. he's set to putting together a box of some things: things he wants to send to her, things he hopes she might enjoy.

what are its contents, one might ask? simple things, really: his old, bright-blue timex watch (the one he'd worn when he'd set a personal record and placed second overall in the race) --- it still works; a collection of some spiced hot cocoa, carefully mixed by hand and put in a cute ornamental tin can with a cat on the top, sealed with a blue ribbon; some shelf-stable shortbread he's made; and a little note:

thought i'd give you something to help you keep an eye on the time until we get to see each other again; i hope it'll bring you the same good luck it's brought me. in the meantime, enjoy the treats and drinks. sending all my warmth from a very foggy paris! toujours à toi, - vani.

Listless and wilted by the night’s end she all but dreamed her journey home, lazily dragging herself up the stairs of the five-story apartment. The only solace she finds in this tiresome cycle of work and sleep were the dwindling days between next time. A promise that eventually they’d see one another again. She sighs softly; dreamily, gaze languidly darting over the peeling embossed letter to her floor. It sucked to miss someone this much! Even if she were to eat the cost of the plane ticket, there were only so many hours she’d get to spend in his company before turning back into a pumpkin. It never felt enough. A blink, really. Someone really ought to find the secret to managing this distance. Until then, these late night video-chats would have to do. Some of the most enjoyable parts of her day. She fishes through her pocketbook for her keys, squinting through her chaotic mess as she walks to her door. Thankfully, she feels the anomaly before she trips over it. End of her shoe brushing against the cardboard box planted squarely in front of her door. She bends at her waist to retrieve it, circling through memory to recall any scheduled deliveries. But she’s drawing a blank, balancing the package between her arm and hip, free hand inserting the key into her doorway as she glances over the packing slip.. Scribbled at the top is her name, sure enough, but that’s not what grabs her attention. It’s the postal code for Paris. Surprise shifts in her expression as she scrambles into her doorway, kicking off her shoes and coat to make a beeline over to her coffee table. 

“   Ah, light, light ..   ” She rocks her elbow against the wall switch, fluorescent light illuminating the empty space as she sets the box over the wood countertop. At just a half-hour over two in the morning, opening a package should hardly rank high within her priorities, but she’s already tearing at the tape with the end of her keys, kneeling beside the table as she pries out its contents. The watch comes first, along with his note, that she reads out loud to herself,  “   Toujours à toi … always yours …   ” The edges of her lips curl into a tender smile, wrapping the loved watch around her wrist, its weight foreign, but comfortable. She extends her palm and twists her arm, gingerly noting the way it feels, near giddy as she looks over the other gifts. “   How cute!   ” Ryu is near giddy with the surprise, dramatically falling to her back and onto the floor, arm stretched out to eye her new accessory. “   Until next time, huh ..  ” Ah, she needed to take a shower and get ready for bed – morning was just a few short hours away and rest was so very important, and yet she’s dialing his number, rolling onto her stomach as she waits for him to pick up. It must’ve been early evening there. If she were lucky, she’d catch him before he started streaming. And to her luck, he lights up her screen, sleepy teal hues sparkling with delight. 

“   I know you gotta stream soon, I’m sorry, but I just couldn’t help myself! Look!   ” Drowsy, mirthful laughter following as she poses her wrist before the screen and gestures towards the torn cardboard sitting on the table. “   You’re so sneaky, y’know? I wanna yell but my neighbors will probably kill me.  ” She sighs, pretending to swoon off camera before reemerging with an affectionate beaming smile, “   I miss you. More than I think you’ll ever know. My heart is just … so full of you these days. I wish you were here. ” She pauses, “   But I’ll just have to add up all the time not spent with you so I can make up for it ten-fold .. until next time.   ” Another laugh as she waves at the screen,

“   Okay, okay! Sorry, I’ll let you get back to work!  ”

[hanryuu]

scribbly vani using guidelines from a multi animator project im participating in :>

[so-mordor-itis]

Hello!!! Can I request z for zenitsu? 👀 Would love to read your take on that, if you have time!

I had way too much fun writing this LOL

Time Will Tell

Zenitsu Agatsuma:

Ah, it was that dream again.

The one where you could hear the sharp cries of gulls, smell the lingering salt in the air, and watch as the beautiful blue waters crash against the surface. If you were honest, this was the one place you would rather be than your current home.

This particular dream also carried another detail.

"Ahhh!"

A blond boy. One who appeared to be afraid of the circling gulls. He was in a crouched position, holding his head in his hands, cowering in fear. When a gull even got the slightest bit closer, he would screech. Yelling for it to go away while swatting the air as if there was an insect buzzing near him.

"Shoo! Shoo! Ahh! Why are you bugging me?" He pleaded. It began to make you snicker.

This wasn't the first time you've had this dream. In actuality, this is the third. The first time you couldn’t remember, but you knew where you had been. The second you could almost remember, but some images were fuzzy. Was that when you first started a conversation with the blond? You couldn't recall.

Before you began to approach the screeching lad, you couldn’t help but admire the scenery around you; the green grass below your feet, the change in environment from where the grass cuts to sand. The water so clear you could see kelp swaying in the currents. Truly a dream. No land in the real world could look as crisp as this.

Glancing at the blond, you called to him. "Hey."

He opened one of the eyes he closed shut out of fear. It looked directly at you, clear terror shining in it.

"Oh -- it's you again! Shoo the birds away! It's your dream you can make it happen!"

Wait...what?

You blinked at him. "How do you know this is my dream?"

He tossed you a deadpan stare. "Have you never heard of the--oh forget it!" After scoffing, he began to cower once more. "How come my soulmate has to dream of the ocean? The ocean! It's not even been explored yet and they're dreaming of it! And naturally you're gorgeous but still!"

His ramblings made your head spin, clear confusion began to weave itself on your face. "Soulmate?"

He was...your soulmate…?

He must've heard you, because he let out a growl of frustration. "Yeah, soulmate. You know, the one destined to be with you for eternity. That soulmate."

Well of course you had heard of the myths and legends about soulmates. But for them to actually exist? It felt preposterous.

"Who are you?" The question slipped from your mouth. Genuine curiosity in your voice.

The blond glanced upwards again, your eyes meeting his own brown ones. "Uh...Zenitsu."

"That dream again, hm?" You murmured to yourself, rubbing your eyes in order to drive the lingering sleepiness away. This time, you had learned the boy's name.

***

Rays of sunlight filtered in through the window beside your bed. The sudden brightness disturbed your sleep, causing you to slip your eyes open.

With it still fresh in your mind, you raced towards a paper source. Grabbing a feather and some fresh ink, you scribbled his name on to it.

"Now I won't forget."

If he was truly your soulmate, it would be in poor taste to continually forget his name.

***

The fourth time you have the dream, things are immediately different. While the scenery stayed the same, the boy's actions were something completely new. He was no longer cowering at the gulls flying above, now he was staring at the crystal clear waters.

You couldn’t see his face, but you were curious enough about him to approach. Eventually standing right beside him.

The minute he recognized your presence, he let out a familiar screech--also startling you in the process.

"Wh-what?" Your voice raised in volume. Zenitsu was shaking before he pointed a finger at you.

"Don't suddenly approach people without warning!" He exclaimed, before looking you up and down. Immediately, his attitude took a 180.

"Oh wow, you're even more pretty in person!"

One of your brows raised. "Uh, thanks?"

"I take back what I said last time, this dream is fine!"

"You really have a complex personality, don't you?"

"Well," he said, before lowering down to his knees. "Please marry me!"

"Eh?" You squeaked, surprised by his sudden proposal. "While I may be your soulmate, that is way too sudden!"

"But-"

"No." You held your hips. "Can I at least get to know you first?"

"...I guess so."

***

You awoke once again, the feeling of confusion from the last dream has vanished and suddenly replaced with annoyance.

"Did he seriously propose to me?"

***

The fifth dream was the same as the previous one. Zenitsu was standing in the same place, his back turned to you while he gazed at the waves. This time, your goal was to create a conversation. While it was true you were annoyed with him, your curiosity could not be ignored either.

You were desperate to know more regarding the soulmate situation. Was he truly your soulmate? Or was he simply stating that to get your attention? From his behavior, you merely guessed the latter.

"So," you started, "What's the legend about soulmates you were talking about before?"

Zenitsu sighed. "I think it's something like: 'You meet your soulmate in a dream, and you continuously have this dream until you two meet in person.'"

"I've never heard of that," you shook your head. "How do I know you're not lying to me?"

Zenitsu once again deadpanned, his arms crossed over his chest. "How would you describe this situation then?"

A quizzical look flashed on your features. He was right, there was no other explanation.

"Well, now what do we do?" You shrugged.

"Don't look at me! I'm not an expert!"

"Jeez, stop screeching! You're acting like a bird."

"Ugh. Why can't this be a simple feat?" Zenitsu mumbled, rubbing his temples. "I feel like I'm back in the real world with Tanjiro and Inosuke. Just as chaotic."

"Who?"

"...Nevermind."

If bickering back and forth between one another was how you two first meet...what would the future hold?

You sighed internally.

Only time could really give you that answer.

~

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@fugufishie , @josuke8 , @vani-ya , @applelovingpsycho , @airanke , @alextakami , @yearning-moon

[spaceknifes]

“So you thought it was over?”

[lafirmament]

jotaro kujo 4. dedicated to @vani-ya​.

garnet shine. how devoted are they to their loved ones? would this devotion delve into the obsession side?

Friends, comrades, and family are always put first - he wouldn’t want to have anything horrible happen to anyone dear again. Jotaro is more act than say, but he’ll do anything in his power to protect them ... though hardly ever please. That’s not as important when compared to someone’s well-being, he’d reasoned. in order to protect said loved ones, especially his partner, his kid - he’s going to have to be a little withdrawn with them. It’s only so his past won’t go after them too. Unfortunately that decision doesn’t translate well, leading to daddy issues and divorce on the long run. He cares, he truly does from the bottom of his heart, he’d just chosen a risky way to demonstrate it. 

That being said, this devotion wouldn’t ultimately shape into a fixation for him - not when his time away from them prevents it altogether. 

rosy touch. how do they show affection non-verbally? are they likely to show affection with their words as well?

Not much, actually - but he does in fact prefer to display said affection discreetly. He’s more open to actions, than words, and still struggles to do both. Jotaro’s schedule is unavoidably packed, having to balance time between his work, and family - although tends to lean towards his passion for marine biology ... it only works in his favor to lessen the potential danger towards them. When he is home in about however, the late hours, he’s not completely withdrawn than you think. Always returning back with a gift or two for Jolyne that reminded him of her, takes the time to greet the two of you at the front door, and ultimately ask how your day went once you two tuck yourselves under the covers. He’s exhausted, yes, but it doesn’t hurt to hear in on your own adventure - listening to your excited ramblings as he eventually drifts off to sleep.

Again, not much, but you understand what he does for you two.   

And when he has to leave early for work, he makes sure to scribble a quick, brief note for you, his patient lover - and a simple doodle of a dolphin for his only daughter, pasting the sticky notes right onto the fridge - every single day. There is not a day where he forgets to do so, he’ll never forgive himself if he does. 

Jotaro, cherishes you both ... 

He always has, always will.

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[living-in-the-state-of-dreaming]

Happy New year guys! ^~^ Let’s hope that this year isn’t a giant mess like 2020 was. 

@kimetsu-no-yaiba-writings​ @yandere-romanticaa​ @bubblegum-snowdrop​ @vani-ya​ @pickle-scribbles​ @xkuja​ and all of my followers! ^~^

[justcallmehitgirl]

Good Woman Part 3 (Peter Parker x Female Reader Smut)

Summary: Peter wants to watch you again.

Word Count: 3600

Warnings: smut, masturbation, exhibitionism, suit!porn, and language

A/N: Here’s Part 3 as promised. Please let me know your thoughts!

(4/20/20): I fixed some typos, grammar mistakes, character inconsistencies, etc. from my original posting. I also made some stylistic changes.

PART ONE / PART TWO // PART FOUR / PART FIVE / PART SIX / PART SEVEN / PART EIGHT / PART NINE / PART TEN / STORY PAGE

Peter comes back a few days later, swiftly landing on your fire escape as the cool breeze of the autumn air brushes against him. He crouches down and peers into your window—the eyes on his mask adjusting to get a better look at you. He spots you sitting at your desk, hands speedily writing in a notebook as you scan the textbook splayed out in front of you. Your hair is tied up in a messy bun on top of your head, lips nibbling on your bottom lip and forehead creasing in deep concentration.

He’s surprised to see you up working so late. He presses a hand against the window, watching it curiously as it slowly swings open with a creak. You jerk your head in his direction, face softening as your eyes land on him. 

The corner of your mouth quirks up, and you wave your hand, motioning for him to enter. He quickly obliges, crawling through the window and carefully closing it shut behind him. He makes his way over to you and places a hand on the back your chair. He lifts his mask up above his mouth and leans down to give you a quick kiss.

“You’re up late,” he breathes, mouth inches away from yours.

“Calculus homework,” you pout.

“Calculus, huh? I didn’t know you were good at math.”

You raise your brow, folding your hands across your chest, your mouth settling into a hard line. 

“Why? Because I’m a girl?”

Peter cringes. “N—no, I didn’t mean it like that,” he stammers. “I just meant that math is hard and I hate math, well I don’t hate it, but I’m not naturally good at it and—”

You lift a hand up, your mouth curving into a smile. “Chill Spidey, I’m just messing with you.”

He exhales. “Okay, because I think girls who are good at math is totally impressive. I’m a big supporter of girls in STEM too.”

“Cheers to you for being so progressive,” you smirk, giving him a soft, playful clap. 

He blushes and clears his throat. “So I take it math’s your favorite subject?”

You shrug, turning your attention back to your notebook. “I guess it is. I mean, it’s the only subject that makes sense to me. I can’t decipher a haiku to save my life.”

“Is math what you want to major in?” he asks, taking a seat on your bed.

You chew on your bottom lip before responding, “I think so. . . I’m thinking about becoming a data scientist actually.”

“Wow, that sounds impressive. What kind of stuff would you do?” he asks, leaning forward on his elbows. 

Your eyes are cast down, continuing to scribble in your notebook. You respond, “I would be analyzing company data to boost production. You see, data scientists collect, analyze, and interpret large data sets, and then they use the information to develop like, data-driven solutions for businesses. I mean, it’s not super exciting, but it’s stable work and it’s math-related. You probably think I’m such a geek.”

Peter can’t help but inwardly swoon, as he processes the fact the girl of his dreams was not only sexy as hell, but also a genius. He just eyes you for a few seconds, mesmerized by everything about you. 

“Spidey?”

He refocuses his gaze, realizing that your eyes are roaming carefully over his form.

“I wish I knew what you were thinking,” you continue. “All I can kind of tell is that your mask eye things are getting wider and smaller.” 

You mimic his mask’s actions with your hands, your forehead creasing.

Peter gives you a half-smile. “I was just thinking that I. . .”

“I’ve really enjoyed messing around with you, but I’m actually that loser Peter Parker who’s pined over since I realized girls were a thing, and you’re pretty much way out of my league so I’m going to leave now and never show my face at Midtown ever again. Nice knowing you, and have a goodnight!”

He shakes head, ridding the thought quickly from his mind. “I was just thinking,” he continues, “that I’m glad I landed on your fire escape.”

You beam. “Is that so? As opposed to another girl who wasn’t masturbating in front of her window?”

Peter’s cheeks redden. “Well when you say it like that!”

You reach over, playfully smacking his arm and he grins. You nod at your textbook. “I just have a few things to finish, but then, we can. . . do stuff.”

His mouth twitches, body feeling warm. “What kind of stuff?”

“Adult stuff,” you say, lowering your voice for emphasis.

He groans. “Yes, please.”

You turn your attention back to your homework, body straightening as you furiously write in your notebook. He leans back on his elbows, observing you. He watches your subtle body language, from the way your tongue peeks out from your mouth to your brows knitting. A piece of hair falls from your bun, but you quickly tuck the loose piece behind your ear, never breaking concentration as you purse your lips. 

Peter wishes he had the courage to talk to you in real life before you met Spider-Man. He regrets not telling you how pretty you looked in that pink, long-sleeved blouse you wore on the first day back from summer, or how your still-life painting in art class was breathtaking. 

Peter sighs, wishing he wasn’t Spider-Man right now. He doesn’t want the mask or the secrecy. He just wants to be a high-school boy discovering sex with a beautiful girl. He craves normalcy with you, desperately wanting to do cliche couple things from holding your hand in the hallway at school to stealing kisses with you in between classes to making out underneath the bleachers.

He also wants to hear you say his name when you’re in the throes of pleasure.

“Are you okay?”

Your voice shakes Peter out of his thoughts, eyes locking on yours. You smile sheepishly and add, “Sorry if I interrupted you, but you looked far away for a moment. Not like I’m a great judge of knowing your facial expressions through that mask of yours, of course, but it was just a feeling.”

Peter chews on his bottom lip, forehead furrowed as the words catch in his throat. “It’s okay,” you continue. “You don’t have to say anything. I just have one more problem anyways and then we can hang out.”

Peter nods, and your eyes linger on his for a moment before turning back to your textbook. He taps his fingers on his thigh as his eyes roam around your bedroom. He tries to absorb every detail—from your collection of Nancy Drew books lined up neatly on your bookshelf to an old Cabbage Patch doll propped up on top of your dresser. There are pictures of you with your friends from school and with your family tacked onto a corkboard, and a Harvard pennant pinned above it. There’s also a ‘Moulin Rouge!’ poster and a framed, vinyl record of Minnie Riperton’s “Perfect Angel” hanging on your wall.

It was only a couple weeks ago that he was watching you from afar, accepting the fact that you were older and unobtainable with completely zero interest in partying or dating, and now he was sitting on your bed in silent anticipation.

“Enough with homework,” you announce, shutting your textbook for emphasis. 

Peter turns his attention back to you and smiles. You get up from your chair and stretch your arms over your head. You saunter over to him while Peter gazes at your naked legs. You stand in between his legs and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Hey you,” you coo through hooded eyes.

“Hey,” he breathes, tentatively wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer.

“How was your day?”

Peter shrugs, savoring the feeling of you in his arms. “It was alright, just school and patrolling.”

“School, huh? Where do you go?”

Peter silently admonishes himself for slipping. “I. . . you know I can’t tell you that.”

You laugh and shrug. “Fine fine, it was worth a shot though. So I assume you don’t want me going to your school to scope you out then?” You playfully squint your eyes at him.

“Do you think you could spot me?”

“Of course, you’re the one in the red and blue onesie,” you tease.

“Hey, it’s a tech suit, not a onesie!”

He pinches your hip, jolting your body closer to him as you giggle. 

“Okay okay, it’s not a onesie. But regardless, I’d like to think that I could. . . or would be able to spot you. I mean, I know your favorite color and that you have brown eyes so it can’t be that hard to narrow the search right?” you wink.

He laughs heartily. “Just start calling out brown eyes and I’ll come running.”

“Good! My brown eyed boyyyy,” you singsong.

He smiles, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek, lips lingering as you stop singing. You stroke the back of his head, eyes bore into his mask-covered eyes. “But seriously, if I find you, would you let me know?”

Peter hesitates before mumbling, “I—I don’t know.”

Your face falls a little bit, and you look away. “I understand,” you nod.

Peter’s chest tightens at your forlorn expression, the words at the tip of his tongue: “But you already know me, okay? I’m Peter Parker, the kid you catch staring at you sometimes? The one who avoids eye contact with you during academic decathlon practice? Yeah, that one.” 

But Peter swallows it back, convincing himself that it’ll be easier to just continue his rouse, pretending that you are simply two strangers that met by chance one autumn night in Queens. 

He licks his lips. “If you find me, I’ll let you know.”

You look up and tilt your head. “How?”

“Well, I’ll just give you a big fat kiss,” he grins, puckering his lips in exaggeration.

The corners of your eyes crinkle. “You’re just gonna run up to me and kiss me?”

“Yup, just like this,” he responds, holding you tightly and peppering kisses all over your face, from your cheeks to your chin to the tip of your nose.

“Stop it,” you giggle, placing a hand on his chest to push him away.

He stops and rubs his nose against your cheek, inhaling the faint scent of vanilla and lavender.

“Promise?”

"I promise,” he murmurs.

You turn your head and press your lips against his—the kiss soft and undemanding. He pulls you in closer as his tongue slides against yours. He runs his hands down your spine, and your body shivers at the sensation. You pull your lips away and trail kisses along his jaw down to his neck. He groans as you stroke his length over his suit. 

“I can grab my scarf,” you pant.

He shakes his head. “No, I—I want to watch this time.”

You pull away slightly and cock your head. “Watch what?” 

“I want to watch you,” he whines. “I want to watch you finish what you started the first night we met.”

Your pupils flare. “Okay,” you breathe, face flushed. You slide your hands down to the hem of your shirt, grasping it tightly before pulling it over your head, letting it slip from your hands onto the floor. 

His eyes roam over your bra and panties covering your most intimate parts, suit feeling tight around his dick. He cups your covered breast, massaging you through the fabric. You tip your head back and moan as his other hand brushes over the strap of your bra, pushing it down your arm. He places a gentle kiss on your shoulder.

“Are you ready?”

You nod in response. Peter scoots back on your bed and leans against your pillows. He motions for you to sit in between his legs, and you quickly comply—crawling onto your bed, eyes burning with need. You sit in front of him, pressing your back against his chest as he encircles his thick arms around your middle. He kisses the side your neck.

“No pressure, okay?”

“I know.”

You close your eyes and breathe in deeply. You start to feel your way down your body, smoothing your hands over the tops of your breasts and stomach. 

His eyes widen. “More,” he breathes, hot and soft near the shell of your ear.

You trace your fingertips over the outside of your underwear, your wetness creating a visible outline of your folds. You message your clit through the damp fabric, moaning from the friction. Peter gulps, cock pulsing as he watches your fingers move in quick circles.

“Feels so good,” you whimper.

You finally bring your fingers to the waistband of your panties, slowly pushing your hand inside to directly pet your clit.

“Please, I want to see,” Peter chokes out.

You obediently remove your hand, hooking your fingers underneath the waistband to slide them down your legs, kicking them to the edge of the bed with your feet. Your legs instinctively widen, his eyes peering down to gape at your naked heat.

“Better?”

“Much.”

You play with the lips of your pussy, teasing your center as you bite your lip. You dip your fingers inside, stopping right below the knuckle as you start to moan softly. You stroke your fingers in and out, buck your hips a bit at the contact, your fingers twisting your sheets in you tight grip.

“You’re so beautiful,” Peter whispers.

Peter runs his glove-covered hand up and down your hip, and you shiver at his touch. You bring your other hand over over your clit, rubbing and pressing it to increase the mounting pressure building inside of you.

“How does it feel?” he asks.

“So good,” you moan, your breath hitching as you hit a particularly sensitive spot, your fingers increasing speed and intensity. You grind your hips against your hand, continually slipping your fingers in and out.

“Are you close?” he whispers.

You nod your head quickly. “I’m right there,” you pant, bedroom filling with the sounds of squelching skin as your movements become more erratic.

“Oh, I—I’m cumming,” you chant, body tensing and toes curling.

You tilt your head back to cry out but Peter quickly grabs your chin, pressing his lips against yours to stifle the loud moans from escaping your mouth. Your body shakes and writhes as your pussy clenches around your fingers. 

Your body goes limp in his arms, your fingers slipping from inside as you ride out your high. Peter closes his eyes, trying to calm his hardened cock.

“How was that?”

“Pretty fucking amazing,” you breathe, turning your head to kiss him as he gently cups your face in his hand. 

After a few moments, he pulls away and reaches down to hold your hand. “I really like you.”

“You do?”

Peter hums in response, his head nodding.

“I really like you too, but I don’t—”

“What’s wrong?”

You look down at your entwined hands. “What is this exactly? I mean, what are we? I know we barely know each other, but I also haven’t done this with anyone before and diseases are a thing so I just want to know what this is.”

“I don’t know.”

You sigh heavily before looking up, your eyes boring into his. “I don’t want to be with anyone else.”

“I don’t want to be either.”

“Are you?”

Peter quickly shakes his head. “No, not at all. It’s only you.”

“Okay.”

“Okay,” he breathes, kissing your cheek softly. 

Peter lets the conversation settle over you as you sit in silence together, the sound of your combined breathing filling the room. You immediately straighten in his arms at the sound of the floorboards creaking outside your bedroom down the hallway.

“I think someone’s awake,” you whisper, voice filled with panic. You untangle yourself from his arms, scrambling to grab your shirt off the floor to slip it back over you. 

Peter swiftly swings his legs over the side of the bed, eyes darting over it, as images of you wanton and gasping just moments before are permanently seared in his brain.

“I wish you could stay.”

Peter turns to you, watching as you play with the hem of your shirt.

“Me too,” he whispers, standing up to head toward the window. As his fingers grasp the edge, you brush your hand against his other hand.

“When will I see you again?”

“Soon,” he responds, squeezing your hand lightly.

You nod in understanding. “Goodnight, Spidey.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

Peter reaches over and strokes your hair, watching you close your eyes, relishing his touch. He reluctantly pulls his hand away, quietly opening the window to climb out onto the edge. He takes one last look at you before pulling his mask over the rest of his face and swinging out into the night.

—

It’s the next day that Peter thinks that fate is trying to punish him for all his secrecy and indiscretions. He’s propping his head up with his hand, trying to stay awake when he hears a voice next to him shake him out of his stupor.

“Is anyone sitting here?”

Peter blinks before looking up from his sketchbook. He feels his heart pound at the sight of you standing in front of him, your head nodding to the empty seat beside him. You’re smiling at his politely, and Peter mentally slaps away the mental image of you naked from his mind.

“Um. . . no. . . wait, yes. . . I mean, someone usually sits here but they’re not here right now so technically no one is sitting here,” he stammers, inwardly wincing at his blatant awkwardness.

“Oh okay, it’s just that someone took my usual seat—”

“It’s all yours,” he blurts.

You smile in relief. “Thanks,” you nod, slipping into the seat next to him. You flash him another smile, and Peter can’t help but melt a little in his chair. Mrs. Randall calls the attention of the class, and you quickly turn your face forward.

Get it together, he thinks, you were just with her last night. 

But that was Spider-Man, and here at Midtown, he was just Peter Parker. He wasn’t the guy all the  girls crushed on. He’s been the scrawny science nerd since elementary school, and even though he was now a superhero and practically an Avenger, he couldn’t abandon the persona that everyone thought him to be.

“Today is a free day to sketch whatever you want,” Mrs. Randall announces, “but don’t just doodle, okay? I’ll be collecting your work after class.”

The class collectively groans. Peter glances over at you, watching you open up your sketchbook to a blank page. 

He looks down and starts absentmindedly sketching. After a few moments, he glances over again at you, his eyes lingering on your face, your brows furrowed and lips pursed. He continues gazing at you as your eyes roam around the room, drifting over the containers of art supplies sitting on the shelves to the finished art hanging on the walls to a perfectly arranged bowl of fruit balanced on a stool near the front of the room. Your eyes finally land on something that he can’t visibly spot, but the corner of your mouth quirks up. You look back down at the blank paper in front of you and begin to sketch.  

Peter turns his attention back down to his drawing, hunching over in his seat and mentally restraining himself from looking at you for the rest of class.

As time passes, Peter loses a bit of self-control, stealing another glance over at you. Similar to last night, you’re deep in concentration. His eyes look down at your sketch, the corner of his crinkling as he realizes you’re drawing a vase of daisies.

Before he loses his nerve, Peter clears his throat. “You’re really good.”

You look up, your brow raised. “Excuse me?”

“At drawing, I mean.”

Your face softens as you quickly glance down at your sketch. “Oh thank you. I really appreciate that, although I feel like I’m straddling the line between doodling and serious art.”

“Doodling is its own art form, you know.”

You laugh softly as Peter gives you a lopsided grin.

“You’re right. I’d like to think so too.”

“I don’t know if you know who I am but I’m—”

“Peter Parker,” you smile. “I’ve known who are since elementary school. We’ve had a few classes together, we have the same lunch period, and you’re also on my academic decathlon practice roster, even though you haven’t really shown up lately.”

“Right,” he blushes.

“You’re really good too.”

He stares at you blankly, and you chuckle. “With your drawing,” you continue. “Is that your mom?”

“No, it’s my aunt.”

“That’s sweet. Are you going to give it to her?”

Peter shakes his head. “No way, she’ll freak out and want to frame it and then she’ll want more and I’m not ready for that commitment. Sorry, I’m rambling.”

“No apologies necessary.”

Peter can’t help but swoon like a lovesick puppy.

You go back to your drawing, adamant on finishing it before the period ends. After class, you and Peter silently pack up your belongings.

“Are you going to practice today?”

Peter rubs the back of his neck. “I would, but I—”

“Busy? I know the feeling.”

“The team could really use you though,” you continue, slinging your backpack over your shoulder as you walk out of the classroom and into the hallway.

“It’s been tough with the Stark Internship.”

“Oh right. You’re honestly one of the luckiest people I’ve ever met. I mean, you get to hang with Tony Stark almost every day after school.”

Peter chuckles uncomfortably. If you only knew, he thinks.

“Well, we’ll miss you at practice this afternoon, but I understand. See you around, Peter Parker.”

Peter’s shoulder slump as you turn to walk away. You take one step forward before pausing, face beaming as you turn to face him again. “I actually have an idea if you’re willing to listen.”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Well, if you can’t be on the team then why don’t you help me prep the team? I just need help for like one day out of the week. It’s less commitment, but you’re still helping the cause.”

“Gee, Y/N. . . I don’t really—”

“If I’m being honest, Peter. You’d be doing me a huge favor, I could really use the help.”

You tilt your head, eyes gleaming. Peter can’t stop the instant onslaught of mental images popping up in his mind, from you blindfolded to your hand dipping low into your underwear, the look of ecstasy on your face as you cum. He thinks about stroking his hands up and down your body, and—

“Peter?”

He blinks, face flushed as you throttle him out of his thoughts, quickly pushing away any semblance of dirty thoughts and images into the recesses of his mind.

“You know what, I would love to help.”

Peter inwardly winces, knowing he’s doomed.

“Really? You’re a lifesaver! Just send me your schedule so we can coordinate. Here’s my number.” You grab his hand to jot it down on his palm. Your hand lingers on his for a moment before looking up at him with pursed lips.

He raises his brows. “What?”

You shake your head and let go of his hand. “It’s nothing. See you around, Peter Parker.”

And with that, you turn and hurry down the hallway. Peter sighs heavily. He knows he’s fucking screwed.

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[akuaya-stories-tl]

Back Alleyway Graffiti Battle, Chapter 4

Spectator: That's it! Keep it up!

Fiori: Everything is going smoothly ♪ I think we'd be able to win this if we keep this up!

Tis: Save for the Witch's team, there aren't any awesome teams we should watch out for.

...? That guy over there is...

Fiori: Oh, that's the host who organized this event.

Tis: Let's go see him for a bit!

Fiori: Huh? Wait, Tis!

Host: ... Still, it's a joy to hear that we managed to gather so much revenue.

Tis: ...

Accomplice: The admission fee that we collected from the spectators amounted to a considerable sum. Haha, it was thanks to those stupid participants.

Host: They worked so desperately for that prize money. They didn't even realize this game was rigged from the start.

Fiori: It's rigged...?

Host: There's no way I'd give my hard-earned money to peasants who like to smear doodles.

Tis: So the prize is used to lure others. In reality, the winner has already been decided in the beginning as they see fit.

Host: Well, it livens my mood to think that I can use the money I got from those idiots to expand my collection.

Accomplice: Haha, it is your hobby to collect rare objects after all.

Host: Indeed. Right now, I'm keeping an eye on the gemstone worn by the late Galanthia princess.

Fiori: ...!

Host: As it was a gem owned by a princess from a country, it was apparently very rare.

Besides, the princess is no longer with us anymore. So I'd like to have the leftover gem for myself.

The late princess was a child anyway. It'd be an honour for the gem to have an owner like me, as I know its true value.

Fiori: That bastard, don't shit with me...!

Host: Recently, aside from collecting valuable items. I've also been finding pleasure in keeping unusual people as my servants too.

Right now, I'm keeping my eyes on a being called "Cambion*", and an Angel with unusual butterfly-like wings.

Tis: ! By Cambion, did he mean Espada. An Angel with unusual butterfly-like wings—

He must've meant Kai. Did this guy say he wanna turn Kai into his servant...!?

Accomplice: Haha, that's nice. Please show them to me when you finally get them.

Host: Well then, I suppose I'll go check out the scribbles made by those fools again. Haha.

[the organizers leave]

Tis: ... I know something was up about this whole event.

But I didn't know the organizers were a bunch of despicable beings like that.

Rosé: What a worthless piece of scum he is. Trying to make my cute Pada his servant, no way.

Fiori: Rosé! Vanis!

Tis: Could it be that you two join this competition while knowing his scheme?

Rosé: Bingo~ Although Pada is strong so there's no way he'd let someone like that scum to trample him over.

Just thinking of harming my beloved little brother is enough to warrant a thousand deaths from me ♡

Vanis: We thought to stand out in the Graffiti Battle and impressed the audience, so that we could upset the rigged game.

Rosé: What he said! This is to teach that host a lesson of humiliation ♡

Even though it was a coincidence that you guys joined this too.

We thought that it'd be a great idea for the lambs to participate so we could stir up more trouble in this event~

Vanis: As a matter of fact, it has indeed become a spectacular show and grabbed the attention of the spectators.

Since we already stand out that much, if they choose another team to win, then the spectators will surely think there's something amiss...

Graffiti Event MC: Everyone! We will announce the positions of the Graffiti Battle halfway in!

Currently in the 1st place by a long shot is... Leo & Luke's team!

Tis & Fiori: !

Tis: In the 1st place by a long shot? No matter how you look at it, we've painted more than the team they mentioned, not to mention our additional points too.

Fiori: If I have to take a guess, the name they mentioned just now was probably the one that the host rigged would be the winners.

... He freaking pissed me off. This is unforgivable.

Tis: Right. We can't let it end like this, we gotta get it back at him somehow.

But it doesn't matter how well we perform, that host definitely won't be choosing us as the winners.

I say, why don't we all punish the organizers?

Vanis: What are the odds. I was just thinking of the same suggestion.

Rosé: Kuku. Don't think you can get away with fooling us like this ♪

[To Be Continued...]

*Cambion: a term used to describe an offspring from the union between a demon with a human in the 19th Europe mythology. The original text literally describe half-Devil, but I wanna be creative :P

[justicedreams]

wow! *they Look around at the paintings and scribbles* it Looks awesome! ~vani

Mache beams proud boi and his bestest friend approves! 

“I want you to draw with me! Make marks on the wall too”