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mollysolo · 1 year

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The Tattoo Artist and The Florist

Pairing: tattoo artist!modern!Eddie Munson X florist!fem!Reader

Summary: You get a tattoo done by an artist that is new to the city.

Warnings: Nervousness, mentions of numbing cream, Eddie using pet names with the reader (sweetheart, princess, pretty girl, etc), kissing, flirting, pining, love confession, friends(ish) to lovers, Eddie and the reader are both 24, mentions of the reader not wearing a bra at one point, some parts are a little cliche lol, mentions of the reader and Eddie having sex

Word Count: 7.1k

a/n: this is literally the longest one shot i’ve ever written but i hope y’all like it lol

the gif below does not belong to me

Over the past couple years since you initially opened up your flower shop, you had gotten a handful of tattoos. There were a few on both of your arms as well as one on the upper part of your back between your shoulders.

You had a new piece in mind and while you were deciding what artist you wanted to contact to do this piece, Eddie seemed to appear out of nowhere.

You met him when he came into your shop for the first time. He had asked if you could suggest some flowers to him that would look good in the windows of the new tattoo shop he had opened a few days prior.

And even from that very first interaction, you couldn’t get him out of your head. He was just so alluring and caused you to feel like you could easily talk to him everyday for the rest of time.

He had walked into your shop with a curious look in his brown eyes, wearing a denim vest that looked well loved over a leather jacket. His long hair was pulled back into a low bun at the nape of his neck, exposing the couple of tattoos that resided there. You could also see the rose he had tattooed on the back of his right hand.

He looked around for a few moments, then met your gaze, a shocked look slowly taking over his features as he stared into your eyes. You were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. And he couldn’t help but admire your beauty as well as the tattoos on your arms that were currently on complete display.

You smiled at him, encouraging him to walk over to where you were standing behind the counter, “Hi! How can I help you?” you asked him, a friendly tone to your voice.

He smiled back at you, his eyes quickly leaving your face to look at your name tag. And when he looked back into your eyes, he felt himself growing nervous for the first time in a long time.

“Hi.” he said, hoping you didn’t notice the way his adams apple had just bobbed in his throat, you had and you already felt like this man was starting to drive you crazy. He was just so enchanting, you wanted to learn more about him as soon as possible.

“I just opened up a tattoo shop and I was wondering if you could suggest some flowers I could use as decoration?” he asked while he weakly smiled at you, still looking a little nervous. But you didn’t mind his nervousness, you thought that it made him cuter.

“Sure! What does the inside of your shop look like? I wanna get an idea of what your shops colors are that way the flowers I pick out for you actually go well with shop.” you said as you pointed at him for a second, a soft chuckle leaving your lips as you finished talking. You were feeling a bit nervous as well.

He smiled again when he noticed how nervous you were as well, “Thanks, sweetheart.” he replied as he stuffed his hands into his pockets, that pet name making your cheeks blush.

“Of course.” you answered, hoping he didn’t notice how much you were blushing right now, but he did.

Eddie then started to explain to you what the inside of his shop looked like. It was mostly black from the front to the back with exposed brick that was painted white around the windows in the shop.

You softly nodded while he explained all of this to you, paying attention to what he had to say but also admiring the way his eyes lit up when he talked about his shop.

Once he was done explaining, you then walked around the counter and beckoned Eddie to follow you to a specific part of your shop. And as he followed you, he took note of the tattoo on the upper part of your back that he could only see a part of as you were wearing a tank top.

“I like your tattoos by the way…” he said while he pointed to the one on your left forearm, trailing off as a way of prompting to you to tell him your name even though he already knew it because of your name tag.

You smiled at the sound of this sweet compliment falling from his soft looking lips and looked down at the one he was pointing at, “(y/n)! And thank you! Speaking of, I’ve actually been looking for an artist to do a new piece I had in mind. Maybe I’ll have to check out your work.” you replied, winking at him as you spoke the last sentence of your statement.

He smiled once more as he ducked his head away from you little bit, “I’m Eddie.” he answered, practically shining as bright as the sun as a result of the fact that you possibly wanted to get tattooed by him.

The thought of possibly getting to tattoo you, caused goosebumps to appear on his arms. He would actually get to touch you for a while if he ended up being the artist you went with. This particular possibility made him get somewhat lost in his thoughts and made him realize that he had no idea what he was going to do now that he knew you.

Not long after you and Eddie had introduced yourselves to each other, he followed you back up to the register and happily paid for the bright colored flowers you had picked out for him.

You were so caught up in staring at this beautiful man and admiring his intoxicating personality that you had completely forgotten to ask what his tattoo shop was called.

He was just about to leave your shop when you called out for him, “Wait! Eddie!” you loudly said, prompting him to turn around right away, his eyes a little wide and his eyebrows raised while he waited for you to speak again.

“Yeah, sweetheart?” he answered, making you blush again as you tried to get out the question you had for him. You felt like your whole body was on fire all because of these pet names.

“Before you go, I was just wondering if you could tell me the name of your tattoo shop?” you asked, your own eyebrows now raising as well while heat remained in your cheeks.

He grinned at your interest in his work, “It’s called Corroded Coffin Tattoo’s and Odditorium. It’s pretty close to here actually.” he told you, a smile still on his face.

He watched you as you wrote down the name of the shop, painfully aware of the lovesick look in his eyes, “Got it!” you replied as you looked back up at him from the notepad on the counter.

“See you around, princess.” he said as began to back out of the store while you waved goodbye.

You would definitely be seeing Eddie again very soon, already knowing deep down that he was probably the artist you’d end up picking. You wanted to get the time to get to know him better, muster up the courage to ask him out on a date and hopefully he would say yes.

You also secretly hoped that he would beat you to it and ask you out first as a result of how nervous he made you feel.

All you wanted in this moment was for him to like you as much as you liked him, but judging by that look in his eyes, he already did. And you were right, Eddie already liked you more than you could ever know.

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Later that evening after you had closed your shop and gone home for the evening, you opened Instagram on your phone while you were lounging in your bed and typed the name of Eddie’s shop into the search bar. It ended up being the second result and you clicked on it right away, anxious to see more of Eddie.

At the top of the account, there were intro posts for Eddie and the other two artists that worked there. You soon found out that these other artists were named Robin and Will. In each intro post, besides a photo of the artist, there were also photos of some of the work they’ve done so far.

And when you got to Eddie’s post, you were absolutely amazed at his talent. Every tattoo he had done that was shown in this post looked incredible, unconsciously solidifying your decision of what artist you were going to contact about the new piece you wanted to get done.

This was your chance to see him again and get a new tattoo, so you emailed the shop as requested in their bio and asked to set up a consultation with Eddie for whenever he’s able to. After all, your flower shop was pretty close to his own shop and summer was starting to end. So you knew your shop wouldn’t be as busy as it was during the spring and early-mid summer.

Eddie emailed you back about ten minutes later, telling you that you could come over for the consultation that following morning at 11am. You replied ten minutes later — not wanting to see too excited to see him again — telling him that this sounded good and that you’d be there.

You both fell asleep that night with gentle smiles on your faces, excited that you would get to see each other again so soon. Even though all you knew about one another were your names and what the other person did for a living. But you didn’t care, you just liked liking someone in this way and hopefully having that person like you in that way as well.

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In the morning, you got up at 7am, deciding to have your shop open for a little while before you headed over to your consultation. You couldn’t get rid of the excited feeling that coursed through you, Eddie made you feel exhilarated and you never wanted to let go of that feeling.

You put on your favorite outfit and made sure you looked presentable enough before you left your apartment.

And before you knew it, it was now time for your consultation. So, you closed your shop for now and walked the short distance to Eddie’s shop. Even from the outside, it looked very inviting, making some of your nerves go away, for now.

Upon entering, you were greeted by a tall man with perfectly styled brown hair and large biceps. “Hi, I’m Steve! Welcome to Corroded Coffin Tattoo’s and Odditorium! How can I help you?” he politely said with a smile on his face.

You opened your mouth to speak, but before you could actually say anything, Eddie walked out from where his station was. This time, he was wearing a tank top, showing off all of the tattoos on his muscular arms and his hair was down. He looked absolutely gorgeous this up close.

He looked happy to see you there while he continued to walk up to you, “Ah! My favorite customer.” he said while he theatrically gestured towards you with his hands, making you laugh while butterflies fluttered around in his stomach. Even your laugh was beautiful.

Your laughter calmed down seconds later, “You haven’t even tattooed anything on me yet.” you jokingly said, causing Eddie to laugh with you, his laughs clearly sounding a little awkward. But you didn’t mind this, knowing how it felt to get to know someone you liked.

Eddie then placed one of his large hands on the small of your back and led you over to his station. You felt as if your body was on fire again with his hand on your back. And once the two of you reached his station, he motioned for you to sit down on the black leather table.

“Alright, pretty girl. What were you thinking of getting? Tell me all about it.” he said as he grabbed a clipboard with some paper already on it, a pen and sat down in a swivel chair right next to you.

Hearing Eddie call you yet another sweet pet name caused heat to sprint up to your cheeks once more. This man barely knew you and he was already easily able to make you feel all flustered. Which you liked about him.

You then softly set your hands down in your lap and started to explain your idea to him, “I wanted to get an iris flower tattooed on the right side of my ribs. Mostly because of all the things it symbolizes.” you answer and while you spoke to him, his eyes were constantly on you, only looking away for a few seconds to write down some notes.

And once you were done explaining your idea, his eyes were filled with a look of pure admiration for you. He felt completely baffled by you and the way your mind works.

His eyebrows raised a little, “What does it symbolize?” he asked you while he subtly scooted closer to you in his chair.

You smiled at him, happy to hear that he was actually interested in learning about a flower, “It symbolizes hope, wisdom, courage and admiration.” you told him, making his cheeks turn a light pink.

He then nodded in understanding, set his notebook down and turned around to face his laptop so that could quickly google the flower, now feeling the urgent need to see what it looked like. His eyes widened in amazement once the first photo results popped up.

His jaw dropped a little bit before he spoke to you again, “It’s so beautiful, it’ll suit you perfectly.” he muttered, mostly to himself, as he slowly began to turn to face you again.

Hearing him say such a sweet thing to you again caused goosebumps to appear on your arms while your face broke out into a smile and you let out a soft chuckle. You liked being around Eddie, he made you feel safe, seen, liked and that only made your feelings for him blossom even quicker.

He then shook his head for a second and looked up at you with a soft smile on his face, “Anyway, could I get your number? S-so that I could let you know when I’m done designing the tattoo.” he asked you, hoping that he didn’t come off as creepy or anything.

You simply nodded in response and reached over Eddie to grab the pen he had been using earlier, making Eddie swallow thickly, his adams apple bobbing in his throat again. He already felt so drawn to you and he promised himself that he would ask you out once your tattoo was done and you were no longer his client.

You pulled Eddie out of his thoughts just a moment later while you offered your hand to him, encouraging him to put his hand that didn’t have a tattoo on the back of it in your own hand.

He tried to not look so flustered as you held his hand in yours and wrote your number down on his skin. You saw right through these attempts, but you understood why he was feeling this way as you felt just as nervous anytime you interacted with him. You were just a little better at hiding how nervous and flustered he made you feel.

And once you had finished writing your number down, you handed the pen back to Eddie and started to stand up. You took a few steps away from him then stopped in your tracks and looked at him over your shoulder.

“I’ll see you around, pretty boy.” you said with another pretty smile before leaving his shop.

He awkwardly smiled back at you, “I’ll see you around, petal.” he replied, making you feel a bit flustered once again.

Petal, no one had ever called you that before, it was nice and made you feel pretty. You hoped that Eddie would call you this particular pet name more often.

And while you walked back to your own shop, you also hoped that you would see Eddie more from now on, even once he finished your tattoo. You wanted him in your life more than anything else but didn’t want to come off as too much. So you decided to hold yourself back for a little longer.

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A few days later after you had finished helping a customer, you received a text from Eddie telling you that he was done designing your tattoo and that you could come in the following morning for your first appointment. He had also told you that this tattoo would take two sessions. One for line work and the other for coloring and a little shading.

You had been itching for an excuse to see Eddie again ever since your consultation with him and you were happy that tomorrow would be your chance.

In your response, you told him that this plan sounded great and you would be there, ending your text with an emoticon heart.

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The next morning when you were getting ready, you put on an old tank top that you didn’t mind ruining, a pair of shorts with your company’s logo on them, tied your hair back, grabbed a tote bag filled with the things you’d need then headed out for the day.

You had a good feeling about this tattoo and Eddie, your strong feelings for him continuing to blossom within you while you deeply thought about him on the drive over to his shop.

And just fifteen minutes after you initially left your apartment, you parked in the small parking lot next to Eddie’s shop and swiftly got out of your car and started to walk towards the shop once you had turned your car off.

When you walked into the shop, tote bag at your side, you could hear Metallica faintly playing throughout the shop and just seconds after you entered the shop, Steve greeted you again. The comforting atmosphere of the shop made your nervousness go away once more, but you knew that it would be right back once you went to Eddie’s station.

“He’s back there.” Steve said with a polite smile as pointed over to where Eddie’s station was, incase you forgot. But you didn’t know if you ever could forget anything you knew about Eddie so far, he had already began to take up place in your heart after all.

The second you got to his station, you poked your head in and made him aware that you had arrived for your first session, “Eddie?” you softly said, still being loud enough that he could hear you but hopefully not loud enough to the point where you’d end up startling him.

He had been preparing the stencil for your tattoo when you said this, causing him to almost drop it while he let out a yelp of surprise. You chuckled at how easily startled he seemed to be, it was cute.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” you said, still laughing a little while you started to walk farther into the station.

He shook his head at you and smiled while he set the stencil down on the small cart he had next to the leather table in his station. “It’s alright, petal. Go lay down for me.” he said, letting out a soft laugh of his own while he pointed towards the table.

You smiled back at him and walked over to the chair, laying down on your left side. You were glad that this new nickname had stuck. And once you had gotten comfortable in that position, you rolled up your tank top so that the right side of your ribs was exposed.

When Eddie saw this part of you for the first time, he let out a soft gasp. You heard this right away even though you weren’t facing him, “What? Have you never seen a woman’s ribs before?” you joked, clearly teasing him.

He didn’t respond as he didn’t want to make a fool of himself. But in reality, nothing he could say to you would make him seem like a fool from your point of view.

He first put on a pair of black gloves then cleaned and applied numbing cream to where the tattoo would be going, as you had requested during your consultation, trying to ignore the fact that seeing that you were not wearing a bra had made his cheeks bright red. And while the numbing cream started to work, he placed the stencil on you and let you get a look at it in a nearby mirror to make sure you liked the placement.

“I love it.” you told him, causing Eddie to nod while a love sick look filled his brown eyes again. He removed the stencil ten minutes later, making sure that it had been on your skin long enough. Which it had been.

Eddie then set up the tattoo gun and got to work just monents later. And while he started to go over the lines of the design, the two of you talked and started to get to know each other better.

You were more similar than you both thought. You both grew up in a small town, you were both raised by someone who wasn’t your parent and you also shared a few interests. Such as, music, books and drawing.

As you learned more about each other, you both had a moment where you realized that you were falling in love with the other person. And while love is scary, neither of you were scared of falling in love with one another. You welcomed that feeling with open arms.

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By the end of this first session, it was 3pm and Eddie had wrapped up your tattoo. And while he did this, you began to feel sad because you didn’t want to leave Eddie yet. And little did you know, he didn’t want you to leave either. But at the same time, neither of you wanted to seem clingy so early into whatever this was.

So he asked you a question he had planned to put off a little longer, “I know your still one of my clients, but I really really like you, (y/n). Would you maybe wanna go out to dinner, with me, tomorrow evening?” he asked you while he looked at you with slightly widened eyes. He hoped that you would say yes and that he hadn’t just embarrassed himself in front of you.

“Yes, I would love to go out to dinner with you. I really like you too, Eddie.” you said with a bright smile on your face, sensing some of his nervousness. It was sweet to you that such an attractive and intimidating looking man was nervous about asking you out.

And within seconds, the biggest smile you had ever seen on his face appeared, “Great! I’ll uh pick you up tomorrow at 7pm, if that works with you?” he suggested, his eyebrows raising in anticipation yet again.

You nodded, “Yeah, that sounds great.” you told him, causing that love sick look to reappear in his pretty eyes.

And after you said that, you were feeling a bit bold so you got onto your tippy toes and pressed a quick kiss to his left cheek. You then sent a wave his way while you started to walk away from him, admiring how red his cheeks had gotten all because of you.

But before you could get too far, he gently wrapped his fingers around your wrist that was closest to him, pulling you closer to him. He had originally planned to return the sweet action and press a kiss to your cheek, but his aim was off because of how giddy you had made him feel and he accidentally kissed the corner of your lips. Which made you both laugh for a few moments while your cheeks blushed.

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The following evening after you had checked on your tattoo, you began to get ready for you and Eddie’s first date. You desperately hoped that this one would be the first of many.

You first put on your favorite dress, it was a dark color and was long enough to almost completely cover your legs. You then applied the style of makeup you thought accentuated your features perfectly.

And by the time you had walked over to your front door to slip your shoes on, a simple purse hanging from your right shoulder, someone knocked on your door. You took a deep breath, smiled to yourself and looked at yourself in the small mirror you had hanging close by in your living room one more time before you went to open the door.

Eddie’s eyes blinked multiple times very quickly as he stood there in front of you and processed your beauty, “Hi petal,” he said before pausing for a quick moment while his eyes began to widen, “You look amazing. I’ve never seen anyone who’s as beautiful as you.” he told you, his cheeks blushing a light pink while he smiled.

You smiled back at him while you admired his own beauty for a short moment. He was wearing a black button up shirt with his beloved leather jacket over it. His hair was pulled back into a bun like it had been the day you two first met.

You planted another quick kiss to his cheek, leaving a light mark in the shape of your lips there, “You look very handsome, Eddie.” you replied as you looked into his eyes.

He then handed you the flowers he had gotten you, they were irises, just like your tattoo, “Thank you, Eddie. These are beautiful.” you told him as you momentarily went back into your home to place the flowers in a nearby vase.

And when you returned to the doorway, you stepped out of your house and stood in front of Eddie as you locked your front door. He offered you his hand and you took it right away, happily intertwining your fingers while you smiled at each other once more. His hands were large and calloused but still extremely comforting to you. You would hold his hand forever if he let you.

“Shall we?” he asked, waiting for your approval before you two walked down the stairwell that was close to your apartment and over to Eddie’s car.

You nodded and then started to lead the way down the dimly lit stairs just seconds later, causing Eddie to start to walk a little quicker to keep up with you. But he didn’t mind this at all, especially when you looked so beautiful and happy while you held onto his larger hand like there was no tomorrow.

You finally slowed down when you spotted what you assumed was Eddie’s car and you ended up being right. It was a sleek all black Cadillac from the 90’s and the second Eddie told you that your guess was correct, it felt completely right to you that this was Eddie’s car. It suited his aesthetic well.

Eddie then briefly let go of your hand so that he could speed walk over to the passengers side of the car and open the door for you, bowing for you while you got in as if you were a princess. But you didn’t mind this, adoring how special Eddie always made you feel.

When he sat down in the drivers seat, buckled himself in and turned the car on, Black Sabbath started to quietly play through the speakers and you both felt yourselves getting more comfortable around each other. It was nice, this comforting silence while Eddie began to drive to the restaurant he was taking you to.

“Where are you taking me?” you asked five minutes into the car ride as you had not completely recognized the area, prompting Eddie to look over at you for a few seconds.

“It’s a surprise.” he told you while he quickly looked over at you again to send a wink your way and reached out for your hand.

You took his hand in yours immediately and rested your joined hands on your knee as you stared at him for a few moments. “Okay.” you quietly said in response with a nod of your head, knowing deep down that you didn’t really care what restaurant you went to as long as Eddie was there with you.

Moments later, you pulled your phone out of your purse with your free hand and took a photo of you and Eddie’s hands together. You liked the way they looked intertwined with one another, Eddie’s thumb a little blurry in the photo while he gently rubbed the back of your hand with it.

Once you had taken the photo and put your phone back in your purse, you had arrived at the restaurant you would be having your date at. It was a cozy diner called Enzo’s on the outskirts of the city that looked like it had been there for a while and that made you like it even more.

And much to Eddie’s dismay, you had to let go of his hand when you got out of his car. He had started to jokingly pout at you with big puppy eyes while you laughed and took his hand back in yours. You liked seeing him let more of his personality peak out now that you were getting more comfortable around each other.

Eddie had made reservations for you two earlier in the evening, so once he had given the friendly hostess his name, she grabbed two menus and led you over to your table towards the back of the restaurant. There was a fake candle on the table as well as a handful of rose petals.

She set the menus down for you and left you two alone with a smile, promising you that your server would be with you soon.

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Over the next couple hours while you ate and drank, you got to know each other even better and all of this made you never want to leave Eddie’s side ever again. The two of you got along so well and now that you weren’t as nervous around each other, you seemed to just click together like two puzzle pieces.

And before you knew it, Eddie had paid for your meals and your date was over. But as you two stood up from your table, something caught Eddie’s eye.

He smiled at you and intertwined your fingers with his again, “Wanna dance?” he asked you as he pointed at the small pit band that was playing nearby. You softly smiled at him and nodded right away, “I’d love to dance with you, Eddie.” you answered, making happy tears prick at both of your eyes.

On the way over there, you couldn’t wipe off that smile you had on your face. You had heard of people meeting their soulmates before and what it was like, but you had never believed their stories before you met Eddie. Now that you had Eddie in your life, you finally understood what those people meant. And though you hadn’t known Eddie for long, you couldn’t help but feel like he was meant for you. But maybe you were just overthinking it.

Once you got to the small dance floor in front of the band, you loosely wrapped your arms around Eddie’s neck and he loosely wrapped his arms around your waist. And while the two of you started to dance, Eddie felt heat sprint up to his cheeks. He’s dated plenty of people in the past but none of them made him feel the way you did. He felt himself continue to fall in love with you and for once, he didn’t want to get rid of this feeling.

You and Eddie danced together for thirty minutes before you left the diner. But those thirty minutes made you feel like you had spent an eternity in Eddie’s arms and you liked that. You liked the way he twirled you around him while the band played Moonlight Serenade by Glenn Miller. You liked how close he was to you while you danced together. You liked the way he gazed down into your own eyes as you both let yourselves feel the music.

And after the last time Eddie twirled you, you quickly looked at the clock on the wall behind him, “Alright lovebirds, we’re closin’ up soon.” your hostess from earlier said to the two of you, interrupting your moment.

You then thanked her while you held Eddie’s hand again and you started to walk out of the cozy diner. And even though the walk back to Eddie’s car would take less than ten minutes, nighttime winds in any part of the city could be bad and you shivered a little. Without you even having to say anything, Eddie stopped walking and placed his leather jacket on your shoulders, holding it in place there until you got your arms through the sleeves.

“Thanks.” you said quietly, letting Eddie’s scent take over all of your senses. His jacket mostly smelled like the cologne Eddie used with the faint lingering smell of cigarettes. But you didn’t mind that. And once you initially smelled his scent, you never wanted to forget it. His scent was so comforting to you and if you could somehow make it into a candle you could burn forever, you would.

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Thirty minutes later, you arrived at the front door of your apartment. You were just about to take Eddie’s jacket off and give it back to him, but he stopped you, “Keep it. You can give it back to me the next time we see each other.” he told you as he placed one of his hands on your shoulder, maintaining eye contact with you.

And while he spoke, you slowly got closer and closer to Eddie and began to hold his face in your hands. The stubble on his cheeks made you smile as they tickled your hands. You then quickly looked down at his lips once you had stopped smiling, “Is this okay?” you asked, looking up into his eyes once more.

He nodded in response, his eyes screwing shut for just a second, “Yes, just kiss me, petal. Please.” he begged, not being able to bear another moment without your lips against his own.

You then brought his face closer to yours and pressed your lips to his. His lips were a little chapped but still soft and kissing them made you feel like your whole body was on fire as a fluttery feeling bloomed in your stomach.

Your lips gave Eddie a kind of comfort that he’d never felt before and he liked that. You made him feel all sorts of things that he had never truly felt before and he loved that about you.

You both pulled away from each others lips just a few minutes later, your foreheads now lightly pressed together, “Goodnight, Eddie.” you softly said to him, prompting him to fully stand up.

He then cupped your face in one of his own hands and pressed one more kiss to your lips, “Goodnight, petal.” he replied, a lovesick smile appearing on your face as he separated from you as slowly as humanly possible.

And once the two of you were fully separated, he began to walk towards the stairwell, but he didn’t descend these stairs again without saying one more thing, “That was the best night of my life, petal. I hope you’ll let me take you on more dates, even when your not my client anymore.” he told you as a smile rolled out across his lips that were now stained a little bit with your lipstick.

“I’d go on a million dates with you Eddie, if it meant you’d become a permanent part of my life.” you told him in response, making him feel the need to run over to you and give you one more kiss.

You chuckled against his lips, you loved how affectionate he had been with you tonight, “You can come visit my shop whenever you want, okay? I don’t want to wait until our next session to see you.” you told him as you pressed another kiss to his now slightly swollen lips.

He nodded in response and pressed a kiss to your forehead before he quickly went down the stairs, knowing that he’d never leave your doorstep if either of you kept talking or kissing each other.

You watched him leave with a bright smile on your face, excited to see where loving Eddie would take you. And you promised yourself that you would tell him that you loved him eventually, but for now you’d keep that love to yourself.

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The second you walked into your apartment, you felt yourself longing for Eddie and you realized that you probably wouldn’t be able to hide your love for Eddie for much longer. He already occupied your every thought and you hoped that it would go well when you did tell him that you loved him.

You planned on inviting him to your apartment after your last session and telling him there, knowing you’d be more comfortable telling him within your home.

And once you had gotten into your pajamas, taken off your makeup, done your skincare routine and got into bed, you grabbed your phone from your bedside table and sent Eddie that photo you had taken in his car earlier in the night.

He replied within just a few minutes, his response simply being a screenshot of that photo as his new lock screen. This made heat sprint up to your cheeks, making it clear to yourselves that both of you fell a lot quicker and harder than you thought you would.

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It had now been three weeks since your first date with Eddie and the two of you had been on a lot more since then. You had also hooked up a couple times since then and being with him in that way only fueled your strong feelings for him. And you couldn’t help but think about how he’d kiss the now healed line work on your ribs before he went down on you every time. Eddie seemed to be able to light a fire in your heart every time you were around each other and you had started to adore that feeling.

Now, it was time for you to head back into Eddie’s shop for your last session where he would be adding color as well as some shading to your tattoo. And just like you had been that day Eddie had started your tattoo, you were laying on your left side on the leather table in his station.

The two of you didn’t stop speaking each other almost the entire time and while you spoke, Eddie felt like he was bursting at the seems with the love he has for you. He needed to tell you but he also didn’t want to scare you. He had never fallen in love with anyone this quickly before and all he could do was hope that you loved him back.

While Eddie was thinking about this, he became quiet, which concerned you a little, “Is everything alright, Eddie?” you asked him, trying to relax your eyebrows like Eddie would help you do whenever you furrowed them.

“Yeah, I’m alright, petal.” he quietly answered with a kiss to your exposed shoulder. “Okay.” you said in response, not wanting to force him to talk about whatever was on his mind unless he actually wanted to.

The two of you remained quiet for the last forty minutes of the session. But after Eddie had wrapped up your tattoo once more and you had started to pull your tank top back down, he just couldn’t hold back anymore.

“I love you.” he blurted out, causing a look of shock to appear on your face. “Listen, I know we haven’t been seeing each other for long but I’ve never felt this way for anyone before. Falling in love with you was just so easy and it’s okay if you don’t love me back, I just had to tell you how I feel.” he said as you looked directly into his eyes and listened to everything he had to say, the slightly confused look on your face slowly disappearing.

You stared at him for a few more seconds after he finished speaking and Eddie had started to prepare himself for your inevitable rejection. But when you did next sent shock through his system.

You softly smiled at him, that cute lovesick look in your eyes appearing once again, “I love you too, Eddie, I have for a little while now. Ever since you walked into my flower shop with blushing cheeks, needing help with decorating your shop, I knew that I’d fall for you.” you told him, complete honesty in everything you had just told him.

You chuckled as you watched Eddie let out a breath he had been holding, “Good.” he said, a little breathlessly.

And while there was still a smile on your face, he cupped your face in both of his and pressed a passionate kiss to your lips. Both of you relished in this kiss for a few minutes now that you were aware of each other’s love.

When he pulled away from your lips a few minutes later, he started to speak right away, “Be my girl, petal, please.” he begged, his voice sounding exactly like it did the first time he begged you to kiss him.

“I already am, Eddie.” you replied, causing Eddie to feel the need to press kisses all over your face, your laughs echoing out into the shop.

A few minutes later once the two of you had collected yourselves and Eddie had stood up, he temporarily separated from you to close his station up for the day. “Let’s go home, petal.” he quietly told you, a lust filled look now residing in his eyes while heat went straight to your core. You simply nodded and followed after him with your hand in his, not feeling the need to say another word.

The two of you walked through the mostly empty shop up to the front desk where Steve was sitting, Eddie led the way and tossed the keys to the shop to Steve. “Lock up the shop for me tonight, Stevie.” Eddie told him while one of Steve’s eyebrows began to raise.

“I-okay.” Steve replied, not questioning Eddie’s actions after all the time they’ve known each other. Plus, he had overheard you and Eddie’s confessions to each other.

You walked hand in hand from the shop to Eddie’s car, officially starting a new chapter in your life with this pretty tattooed man by your side.

a/n: part 2?? 👀👀 btw towards the end when eddie says “let’s go home”, he is referring to his apartment.

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Jealously, Jealously

Couldn’t find a fanart I felt fit so have a gif!

Nerd!Miguel Masterlist

You’re not jealous, you can’t be jealous, because Miguel isn’t yours. You’re friends, study buddies, lab partners, platonic, platonic, platonic, so why do you feel so shitty watching him and this random girl—Ava she said her name was—flirting?

Maybe it’s because she’s flipping her long silky black hair over her shoulder, batting her thick naturally dark lashes up at him, laughing at his jokes with a laugh that sounds like music, and Miguel’s eating it up.

You’ve never seen Miguel so confident, and it hurts. You’ve been friends with him for ages now, and he’s never been so forward, so clearly sure of himself when he’s with you. He’s talking, leaning down to hear her better, letting her touch his arm, his chest, even his fucking neck.

You stew in silence, arms crossed, watching them from your place behind the Sig Epp letters.

You were supposed to be getting lunch, walking, and talking with Miguel, only stopping to say hello to Brett, but then this Ava girl showed up and all of a sudden, she and Miguel have to speak privately.

“What’s got you all heated?” Brett asks, bumping his shoulder into yours, joining you against the low wall, behind the giant painted letters.

They’re what four-five feet tall, painted in the Sig Epp colors, made of plywood and some other material you don’t really recognize, and don’t care to. They’re good to hide behind, and that’s what you’re doing.

“I’m not heated.” You tell him, rolling your eyes when Ava playfully squeezes Miguel’s bicep, her laugh ringing out through the courtyard.

“Tsst, ouch.” Brett says, jerking away from you dramatically, acting as if touching your shoulder burned him.

“You’re not funny.” You deadpan, averting your eyes from Miguel and onto Brett.

“I’m a little funny.” He says, “remember when I got Dr. Blevins to do that TikTok trend with me?”

“The one where you tried to guess which of the other professors in the department he hated?” You snort, turning to face him, leaning against the sun-bleached bricks.

It was pretty funny, Dr. Belvins wasn’t the nicest man on the planet, but who would’ve known he had such a hatred for Dr. Vervid? Though you shouldn’t be too surprised, there weren’t many people who liked the Organic Chemistry professor.

“See I’m funny.” Brett says, wriggling his eyebrows victoriously.

“You did one funny thing.”

He presses a hand to his heart. “You wound me y/n, truly, down to the deepest chasm of my very soul.”

“Alright, Shakespeare,” you laugh, “time to phone it in.”

Brett takes an exaggerated bow.

You roll your eyes but giggle. Brett is a goof, and while usually you find it all a bit ridiculous, it does the trick, the uncomfortable emotions you’re feeling lessen.

“No, but seriously, you seem upset, is everything alright?” Brett’s voice takes on a more serious tone, and he gives you a sympathetic smile. “I know we’re not close like you and Miguel, but I do consider you a friend, and if I can help, I’d like to.”

Are you crying? You think you might cry. “Shut up, why are you being so nice to me?”

“I’m a nice guy, not like that, an actual nice guy, a nice person.”

You sigh and roll your neck, letting it hang to one side as you look at Brett. “I think I might be jealous?”

“Oh, of Miguel and Ava? Yeah, I see them hanging out sometimes, she’s hot.”

Gut punch.

“You’ve seen them hanging out?” You dig your nails into your palm to try and keep the emotion out of your voice. Thankfully it works.

“Sometimes, used to see them hanging out before you two got close, but it’s picked back up recently.” Brett says, casting a surprisingly subtle glance over at the dark-haired pair.

Double gut punch.

“Oh…cool.” You reach for your phone preparing to either hide in it or text Miguel and tell him you have to miss lunch, either way you’re pretty sure you’re going to start crying.

Brett snaps to attention and reaches out to put a hand on your shoulder. “Shit, y/n, I didn’t even—I’m sorry.”

“No, no, Miguel and I are just friends, I don’t care who he hangs out with, it doesn’t matter to me.”

Totally doesn’t matter that he defended you against Kron, that he said he wanted to have a daughter with you. That you almost kissed, that he’s coming with you to the semiformal, that you eat lunch together every day during the week, totally doesn’t matter.

“Oh well...I don’t think they’re dating or anything, Miguel isn’t like that, he wouldn’t…” He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “He’s not the kind of guy to lead someone on.”

“I said we’re just friends. Bye Brett.” You snap, shoving your phone back in your pocket and readjusting your backpack as you speed walk in the opposite direction of Miguel. Hoping fervently that you can make it back to the Humanities Building, then to the parking lot, before he notices you’re gone.

Of course, you have no such luck, and you can hear Miguel calling out to you, then your phone lights up in your hand.

“Hey.” You say, keeping your voice calm.

“Y/N, where are you going, I thought we were getting lunch?” His voice is so sweet, so concerned, and you hate him for it.

“I forgot my next class was canceled, and I have a big essay coming up, I’m just going to go home and work on it.” You lie, digging your car keys out of your backpack.

“Oh…okay…” You can picture him, standing there all alone, looking down at his feet, clutching the strap of his backpack protectively, his voice thick with disappointment.

You hate yourself for feeling guilty, but then you remember he’s not alone, he has Ava.

“Just go eat lunch with Ava, you guys seemed pretty cozy, don’t let me interrupt.” You can’t stop the venom from dripping into your voice.

“Interrupt? Y/N, you wouldn’t be—no, I’m not—Ava is just—it’s not like that.” Clearly, the words are spilling past his lips faster than his brain can process them.

“I don’t care, go, have fun, do whatever you want.” It’s petty, and unreasonable, you know, but you’re hurt, and you want him to hurt too. You hang up and put your phone on do not disturb, slamming your car door shut and heading home as you burst into tears.

Directly connected parts are: Flowers On Your Doorstep and Semiformal Kisses and Cat Fights

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#meg's writing #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #nerd miguel #nerd!miguel o'hara #nerd!miguel #college!miguel #college!reader #sorority!reader #college au

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l0ngschl0ngking · 1 year

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Apology won’t cut it

Tim Rockford x f!reader

summary: Tim forgot about your anniversary…how can he make things right?

warnings: SMUT (oral -f!receiving, vaginal fingering, somnophilia -with estabilished consent, reader and Tim talked about it before-, unprotected p in v, reader “hangs” onto those shoulder holsters while Tim fucks her, creampie,(1) spitting on pussy, praise kink, biting), talks of infidelity, cursing, mentions of food, mentions of reader being pregnant, fluff -it’s me…so :)

word count: 4.3K (how that happened? - i don’t know either)

A/N: Tim is hot and I have things for detectives/agents with shoulder holsters (*cough, cough* Seeley Booth)

You met Tim a few years back through your friend. Normal Sunday brunch turned into you confiding to her – telling her that you worry that your husband might be cheating. The past few months he was spending more and more time in his office – the fact that you saw his new personal assistant a few months back who was much younger and prettier than you didn't help.

Susan, your friend, tried to soothe your worries but when you started being a babbling and a sobbing mess – you've spend most of your life with your husband and the thought of him cheating on you cut your heart deeper than you thought it would – she sighed and withdrawn something from her purse. A small plain business card layed between her neat fingers.

She passed it to you with a few tissues as well and when you finally wiped all of your tears away, you looked at what was written on it – both of your eyebrows raising in a question.

“It's a private investigator. I hired him when I had a suspicion that Richard might be cheating on me as well. Turned out he was just working extra shifts so he could buy me an engagement ring.” She grinned at the memory and you looked at her finger – the diamond ring he bought her shining in the daylight sun. You offered her a little smile – happy for her. Richard was a nice guy – sweet and genuine and you didn't know how she could think he was cheating on her – he kissed the ground she walked on. “But really, he is great, sweetie. A little pricey but he does his job well. It doesn't hurt that he is easy on the eyes too.” She winked while you bit your lip in contemplation.

A few days pass since your Sunday brunch and you think about calling the number numerous times – then telling yourself that you shouldn't doubt your husband's loyalty. Though when he left this morning without even kissing you on the head as he normally would – not even sparing you a little glance, you were more certain than ever – you were going to find out what was going on once and for all. Even if it should break your heart.

When the other voice on the other line says “hello?” you get nervous. You are really doing this.

“Hello, uhm – I, ugh- I’d received your business card from a friend and would like to hire your services. Are you busy or-?” Smooth. Real smooth.

“No, not really,” he chuckles - the cigar he was smoking dangling from his lips, “would you like to meet at yours or at my office?” His voice was a little gruff but very soothing at the same time. You try to imagine what he looks like – didn't sound like a young man, maybe someone close to your age range – not that you were old or something.

You quickly scribbled the address where he worked as you found it more appropriate that you rather meet him at his office than if he should invade your own home.

When you arrive at the address he gave you, you found yourself in front of a small brick building – the doors are pretty mahogany color but creaky and when you enter it looks bigger than on the outside. Various small offices with different names on glass windowed doors surround you and you look for his business card in your purse – forgetting his name.

Tim Rockford – it says on the card and you squint your eyes when you see doors with the same name on it far back. You stride with confident steps towards it even when you are not feeling that way at all. You knock – one time, two times and the third time a small gruff “come in” can be heard from the other side of the door.

When you step in the first thing that hits you is the cigar smoke and you cough a little – you hate smoking. Then you finally see the man in question. He looks a little older - the bags under his eyes make him seem that. He quickly stands up from his leather chair that creaks and offers you a small smile which you uncertainly return. He is handsome in a ruggish way. His hair is short and has a few silver strands mixed in there as well, and his beard is patchy – that is something very endearing about the fact. His shoulders are broad and you think he should buy a bigger shirt as this one is straining against his frame – not that you mind that much.

He quickly puts out the cigar when he sees your nose wrinkling at the smell – observant as well. Not bad. He reaches his hand out to you and you take it – his grip is strong but not in an unpleasant way and his palms are a little sweaty. He clears his throat and offers you his name which you do the same in return. He sits down and gestures to the older-looking armchair sitting opposite him. It's comfier than it looks.

“So, what brings you here, m’am?” You scrunch your nose for a second – not feeling that old but don't say a thing about it. Right, let's cut right to the chase.

“I-I think my husband might be cheating on me and I'd like for you to find out if that's true.” He doesn't look at you weirdly or anything – as you thought he would. He just nods his head and asks your husband's name which you provide.

“That's all I really need. I will find out all of the other information myself and will call you if I will find some clues. Sounds good to you, m’am?” You nod and give him your phone number – the phone you called him from being the house landline.

A few weeks pass, Tim calls you often or you go to his office – recently you started inviting him to your house as you started feeling more comfortable around him – all of the clues hint that your husband is really cheating on you and he tries to make you feel better about it – cracking jokes here and there and you appreciate it even though it doesn't seem all that professional.

Today he brings a folder with him. The yellow one you often see in some kind of crime film that holds photos of the victim – and when he enters he throws you a sad smile. You know what it means but you try to not think about it. You offer him tea and he hastily accepts – he knows that you already know. In the past few weeks, he got to know you and he noticed that you try to occupy yourself with other things when you are nervous.

He sits on your leather couch – you bought it last week – and he watches you make the tea in your smaller kitchen. When you sit down next to him you put the cups of tea on the glass table. He passes you the folder and when you open it a few tears flow freely from your eyes. You were expecting it. You really were but it still hurts. You feel sick as you throw the folder next to the cups – not really in the mood to look at the pictures of your husband sticking his tongue into someone else's throat. Tim lands his hand on your shoulder – trying to comfort you. That's when you throw yourself at him, hugging him close to you and he doesn't reciprocate the hug for a while – it's not professional at all and he shouldn't but when you sob into his work shirt his heart breaks and pulls you closer to him. Slowly stroking your back and kissing the top of your head gently.

You stay like that for a while – him rocking you while stroking your back and telling you “what an idiot your husband is for treating you so poorly” as you try to compose yourself. And when you do- you pull away a little – looking into his eyes, maping out his face with your eyes. He's handsome – you noticed the first time you've seen him but after each time you've spent together you started appreciating his ruggish handsomeness more and more. You'd never admit it but you've touched yourself at the thought of him a few times – feeling guilty afterward not knowing if your husband was cheating on you. You felt like you were the one cheating after every time you got yourself off at the thought of Tim between your thighs.

“Kiss me.” You whisper as you look at him and he shakes his head – feeling like he would take advantage if he did.

“No, you're in a bad mental state right now and you don't know what you are saying, sweetie.” The nickname of endearment falling from his lips is first and you shake your head in protest – pulling yourself on top of his lap and he doesn't have the strength to stop you as this is something he wanted for a long time too – you were not only a client to him. Not for a long time, anyways. You were smart and funny, and beautiful and he liked you a lot. Even if he really shouldn't feel this way.

“I wanted this for a long time, Tim. Please, just kiss me, will you?” You don't have to tell him thrice, he surges forward to meet your wanting lips and grabs your hips and you start grinding down on him. You moan when you feel him harden under you and he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue against yours – it's frantic and passionate and you feel him everywhere at once. His hands are pulling your tank top off and he cups your tits when they come into the view – pulling away from the kiss. He starts kissing your cleavage, his hands trying to quickly unclasps the bra if that piece of clothing offended him and you on the other hand try to unbutton his shirt. Getting impatient you huff and he notices – he always does with everything. He slows the pace down and unbuttons the shirt himself while getting distracted multiple times – you're kissing his neck and he moans when he feels you nip at the sensitive skin behind his ear.

When the shirt is finally off you immediately start paying attention to the newfound flesh – kissing and licking a path across his shoulders that you oh, love some much and dragging your tongue lower – circling his nipple with it. He groans and throws his head back – the vein on his neck popping with the movement and you bite him there, soothing it with your tongue. He grinds against your mound and if you keep going he will for sure cum in his pants like a fucking teenager. He pushes against your shoulders softly and you start to protest but he shuts you up with his mouth once again. It's slower and more sensual – his tongue fighting with yours lazily and unhurriedly. He finally unclasps your bra – his greedy eyes taking you in. Palming them in his hands it's your turn to moan and he grins – his thumbs stroking the sensitive nipples. He brings his head to take one into his mouth and you can't do anything else than writhe on him – your hands are in his hair and you massage his scalp. He groans against your bud while the other hand strokes your other tit and you feel like you've gone to heaven and back. You didn't feel this good since – well actually never.

When he is happy with his work – the bitemarks on your tits will leave nasty bruises for a few days for sure – he slowly puts you on the leather couch. You are sweaty and it sticks to your skin but you don't care – not when Tim is trying to get rid of your shorts. You don't wear anything underneath and you swear you can see his eyes goes entirely black – his pupils blown wide and his breathing quick. He lowers himself onto his tummy and you are confused for a second before you realize what he is doing. You try to protest that he doesn't have to but he just “shhh” you. His mouth is on your inner thighs in no time and his beard causes a delicious burn on them. He is slow with it – trying to enjoy every second of it but you are impatient. You tug on his hair and growl – slapping one side of your inner thigh mumbling a quiet “impatient girl” before he licks into you without a warning.

You cry out – your head thrown back and your back arched, the hands that are in his hair grip him tighter and he moans into your cunt with an unspoken agreement for you to keep doing that. Not many men went down on you – certainly not your husband – but Tim looks like he is enjoying this more than you if it is possible. His nose bumps into your clit with every lick – you feel yourself squeezing around his tongue. One of his hands makes its way to your open mouth and he sticks two fingers into it – coating them in your saliva. Pulling them back out he creates a path with them from your mouth to your neck, then under your neck, on your tits, down your tummy and then pressing two of them against your pussy – exchanging his tongue with his fingers while he sucks your clit into his mouth and it doesn't take long before you are cuming, after all, it has been too long since anyone made it seem like their life goal was to make you cum – the moans and cries of his name echoe throughout the living room with the wet sounds of your pussy squeezing his fingers while he fucks you through the aftershocks of it all.

When he finally stops – you have to push his mouth away from you feeling overstimulated – he just grins against you and sits up – balancing himself on his heels while he cleans his fingers humming at your tangy taste on them. You are exhausted and your lashes flutter against your cheeks but you can hear the clang of his belt and his words echoing in your ears: “ We're not done in the slightest, baby.”

You try to wait for him. You do. But your eyes feel heavy – you already ate the dinner you made for the two of you – Tims's favorite meal – lasagna. You put the rest of it along with the portion into the fridge – scribbling a quick note that if he feels hungry the leftovers are in the fridge. You look at the time: 23:03. And that's when your phone dings.

Hi, baby. Don't wait for me, I am still at the office working on that crazy grandma case . Love you, xoxo

You sigh in defeat. No apology, no nothing. You expected it, to be completely honest. He was so wrapped up in this new case he sometimes forgot what his name was. But you felt that he was married to work and not to you – not that you two were married but you get the drill. You understood it, he worked hard for the position he now has and you too are a workaholic yourself – the money you won at the court after the divorce was put into opening your little bakery. But to forget about your 5-year-old anniversary? That seemed over the top. You don’t bother answering him – putting your phone away you put the dirty dishes in the sink – you will wash them tomorrow morning. Keeping his favorite wine on the table in case he will want it when he comes home, you grab the little envelope.

“Seems like it's just me and you again, little bean.” You smile sadly while you caress your stomach – Tim didn't know yet but you hoped you would tell him tonight. Guess not.

As you make your way into the bedroom you lock the door and turn off all the lights. Brushing your teeth and hoping in the shower for a quick wash you think about if you should have kept the envelope on the table – no, you will tell him tomorrow after you won't be mad at him anymore. After drying yourself you tuck yourself in and put the envelope into the drawer on your bedside table. Sleep consumes you quickly – you've felt exhausted for the past couple of days.

Tim comes home long past after midnight. He's exhausted and he just wants to plop on the bed next to you. He puts the keys onto the kitchen counter and wonders in the kitchen – the kitchen lits up when he puts on the flashlight in his camera – you like to sleep with the bedroom doors open and usually wake up if he turns on the lights. He furrows his brows when he sees the wine on the table – the single rose in a small vase in the center of it. He stalks towards it and sees that it's his favorite. And then he sees the dirty dishes and the small note on the fridge – dread takes over him when he sees the date on the calendar and he lowly curses at himself.

He forgot your fucking anniversary. What a fucking moron he is. He ventures into the bedroom to see if you are already asleep – if not he will apologize profusely even when he knows apology won't cut it this time. When he sees you fast asleep he sighs and slowly creeps into the bathroom to brush his teeth. The weight of what had done – or more so what he didn't – creeps on him and he decides that he will cook you breakfast tomorrow and take you out somewhere nice – maybe even finally do the thing he'd been dreading to do for over a half a year now. When he is finished brushing his teeth he returns to the bedroom to put his guns away. You are sleeping peacefully even when he turns on the light on his bedside table.

You look so pretty in the dim light. Your hair is sprawled on your pillow and it's too warm in here for you to be covered – he can see your legs and the curve of your ass. He licks his lips and he is not so tired anymore. An idea pops into his head – you've talked about it before but never really tried it – maybe it would be one of the many steps of his apology.

He rolls up his sleeves and slowly makes his way onto your side of the bed. You are a pretty light sleeper and he thinks if you will wake up right in the start or if he can indulge a little. He kicks the covers that surround you and touches your ankle – the touch is light and gentle. His fingers slowly make their way up your thigh stopping on your hip and you jerk a little - you turn onto your back the flimsy tank top you changed into riding higher. Tim grins, slowly sinking onto the mattress. He kisses one of your knees and then the other. Slowly making his way up – he hooks his fingers under the waistband of your shorts and slowly tugs – seeing that you have nothing underneath. He always loved that about you. He caresses your thighs and kisses the inner side of both of them – trying if you will wake up he pokes his tongue out but you just mumble something so he keeps up his advances. Creating a path to your core he softly inhales and opens your folds with his thumbs as kisses your clit – you jerk a little but he hooks his palms under your hips to keep you still. His nose bumps against your clit with the first swipe of his tongue and he groans at your taste that he knows oh, so well. His tongue lazily licks into you and he is in no rush – enjoying the slow pace he slowly grinds his pants-clad hips against the mattress. It's not enough but he doesn't mind. Sneaking one of his hands away from underneath your hips he pushes one of his fingers in – you are soaked even though he barely touched you and he loves the fact that you are always so ready for him. You mewl softly and start to stir but he stops when your breathing gets even again he pushes two fingers inside of you.

The only sounds that can be heard are his harsh takes of breath and the wet suck of your pussy taking his fingers in – his mouth is now more relentless and so are his hips as he humps the mattress. His fingers curl and he tries to find the spot that makes you make such a pretty noise for him and when your breath hitches he knows he found it. He kisses your clit and starts setting a quicker phase. The tip of his tongue now flicks against your clit quickly. He can feel you start squeezing him and he moans when he feels your hands tug on his hair – the quiet “Tim” from your lips effortlessly. He mumbles a quick “good morning” even though it's not even 3 am yet.

You are right on the edge and when he adds a third finger it's all over for you. Your back arches and you cry out – his plush lips kiss your clit to work you through it and when he finally stops he pushes his cock out of his pants – stroking his dick with the hand that was in you just a few seconds ago. You are still sleepy and try to get a sense of what is happening but before you can think about it Tim is kissing you and notching the weeping head of his cock against your entrance.

“Can I fuck you, baby? Can I fuck you silly?” You nod and he enters you with one quick swift of his hips – you can feel his balls against your ass and he tries to push even deeper. It's too much for your sleep-tired brain and you need to hold onto something – so you grab his shoulder holsters – they are cold and feel smooth against your palms and when you look up at Tim he snarls. “Yeah, hold onto me, baby.” And then he is pounding into you. The head of him pushes against your g-spot and he angles his hips just right. You can feel every ridge and vein of him and you feel him pulse in you – knowing that he won't last long. He grabs one of your ankles and puts it on his shoulder – you always said to him that shoulders like that were made for leg rest. With this new angle, he feels even deeper and you close your eyes – it feels so fucking good, his pubic hair is scraping against your clit and the gentles with hich he kisses your ankle while mumbling how “good of a girl you are for him” makes your heart ache with love for him.

He can feel you starting to squeeze around him and he bends so he can spit onto your pussy – it makes you cry out when you feel the wet press of his fingers on your clit. His are relentless and the sweat rolling off his forehead is making its way down his neck – his vein on it is popped and you'd like to bite it. The slap of his balls is lewd and the way he says your name – ordering you to be “good girl and cum for me” is making your head dizzy. It just two or so more thrusts before you are clamping down on his length and he moans – grabbing him by the neck you kiss him and start sucking on his neck – right under the himge of his jaw– and then he is cuming too – his forehead pressed up against yours. His hips try to push the cum deep inside of you and when he stops he falls next to your side, bringing you closer to him and caressing your spine.

“You think it worked this time?” You are still hazy from the orgasm, listening to his heartbeat slowing down and you just hum in question so he repeats it for you – you don't think about it too much and reach for your nightstand drawer putting the envelope you hid there into his hands.

He opens it reluctantly and when he sees what's in there he can't contain his smiles and the few happy tears that spring out of his eyes.

“You serious? We're going to have a baby?” He laughs with joy and you caress his cheek – kissing the patch on his beard and then soothing it with your thumb

“Serious as I can be, babe. We're going to be parents.” you grin and he kisses you – smiling into the kiss and he thinks about the box in his suit jacket that has a small and elegant diamond ring in it.

He will propose to you tomorrow, take you out on a picnic or something. Yeah, he will do that.

#pedro pascal ff #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fandom #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal smut #tim rockford #tim rockford x reader #tim rockford smut #tim rockford merge mansion #merge mansion

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 9 months

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if you would all allow me to be delusional for a moment - so i went back to staring Very Hard at the neighborhood map and. um. well. im chucking my marbles out the window! as always take all of this with a Hefty grain of salt!

i thought i saw a weird pixel in Frank's window so i zoomed in. then i took a screenshot, and fucked with the contrast/brightness settings. and uhhhhhh

UHHHHHH

FRANK??? HELLO???? HE'S IN THERE? i'm pretty sure im Not seeing things bc that is definitely a vague gray tube-outline with a yellow spot in the shape of Frank's nose. hidden in the dark. and i might be seeing things but in the pane next to his face it kinda looks like his hand is on the window? but! Frank's in there! what the fuck!

so naturally i slowly scrolled through the neighborhood Zoomed The Fuck In. obvi there's nothing in Home's eyes, and Barnaby's & Sally's single visible windows(?) are closed. I couldn't find any out-of-place pixels in Julie's or Poppy's.

but! Eddie's kinda freaked me out a little! look at this shit!

on the top left pane... are those fingerprints pressing into the glass? and in the lower left, is that a fucking Face peering out? a creepy ass face that almost looks like some sort of mask? there seems to be another Shape in the upper right... another face perhaps?

and then there's the weird window shine in the lower right (along with maybe Another face...). it almost looks like a string of letters. there isn't a single pattern/design like that anywhere else in the neighborhood. what's up with that....

oh and also, just went back to double check the post office's display window

there seems to be another face - all the way to the right in the darkness. judging by the shape of the paler (yellowish?) pixels between what must be eyes, i think that's Eddie. and i think i see ears and a hat... not sure though. this one is really tough to see but it's There

(side note: Eddie is totally fucked, isn't he? between the faces(?) and hands behind his door, Home sitting in his display, and the hyacinths by his building, the emphasis on his memory (or lack-thereof) in a project that is, in a sense, About memory... i'm concerned! and eating it tf up! hell yeah lets get funky!)

now i couldn't see any, like, concrete Faces or anything in Howdy's store. but! you can kinda see inside! observe~

in the big open window, you can kinda make out some sort of container on a counter and what might be shelves or a kind of brick pattern. and then above the 100% sign... hold on are those fuckign Eyes? lets take a look zoomed in & without the image adjustments!

yeah those uh. i think those are eyes. Wally-esque eyes peering out of the darkness. though they also mildly remind me of eyespots on insect wings. butterfly eyespots, perhaps. inch resting indeed...

WAIT I LIED!!! there DOES seem to be another string of letter-like symbols in the neighborhood, not just the post office's window shine. now it could be just a wild coincidence, but at the same time it seems kind of... purposeful. like that's not normal shading/coloring.

check out the blue window border on Howdy's Place, next to the apples. the lighter blue pixels seem Arranged. i think i see a clear N, and either an R or a P... along with some other symbols that i don't recognize as anything. the lower ones look kinda like faces? what could the top one be? is any of it anything or am i looking too hard?

in short: they're watching us watch them and there's way more to the map than initially meets the eye....

(edit: i've added a reblog w/ the images outlined! badly outlined but a clearer View of what i see nonetheless! + some notes on more little things outlining helped me notice)

#throttling my laptop WHAT DOES IT MEAN??? WHAT DOES IT MEANNNNNNN #got a little spooked there ngl....#noticing the faces(?) in eddie's gave me a lil startle. got a little chill up my spine #I LOVE IT!#im gonna be reeling over this all night....#the implications! the arising questions!! the Choices!!!#frank and eddie being the only ones with their faces in their windows (plus a couple extra)#eddie and howdy having letters/symbols(?) on their buildings #THE EYES IN HOWDY'S STORE!!!#i feel like these are important misplaced pieces of a puzzle i havent even opened yet #god and like. tiny home in eddie's window yeah but that With the eyes in howdy's store?#both buildings - both Stores! - seeming to have hidden letters on them??? WHAT DOES IT MEANNNN #of course i could be just plain insane and seeing things #but some of it.... ough i dont think i am fellas #welcome home speculation #wh speculation #homebogging #ive been meaning to Examine the updated map.... not much Changed or caught my attention but a few things did #why does barnaby have a carton of milk outside his house? something to do with the phrase 'no use crying over spilled milk'?#the flower patch behind julie's house is Oddly green.... kinda reminds me of a body dump #that plus the red thing next to the bowling ball (a ribbon? scissors? something else?) makes me Suspicious #along with a mildly delusional Theory i've had since my first good Examining Of The Map (before the update!)#but thats not what this post is about #theres just. theres interesting things in there!#thank you for reading! i need to go Think about this all....#im feeling the urge to up the contrast/brightness of Every Single Slightly Dark image on the site <3

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silverskye13 · 1 month

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I am turning EB around in my head like a microwave and I have a couple questions:

What is EB and EX's relationship like? I know they view each other as family and EX gets EB's booth, but will we see how they interact more?

Did anyone wind up telling EB that hels!zedaph is dead? If not, does he have suspicions that he is?

and a more general Hels question (that is totally not related no siree) - what is the upkeep for the remembrance walls like?

EB and EX are on friendly terms! They previously saw each other,,, not as rivals in the traditional sense. They didn't openly attack or oppose each other. But EB viewed EX as a challenge: How do I stay distinct from my brother's shadow? Anyone looking for it would find it obvious. EB got Bigger and Louder whenever EX was around, and he used to be much bigger and much louder than he currently is. It's less that he was mean, and more that he was prideful. Becoming friends with Helsknight changed him for the better in that regard. Since he's mellowed out, he and his brother have become closer. They enjoy visiting with each other during Colosseum matches [EB will often stand with EX in the box and talk both before the events, and during intermission] and EX invites EB to a lot of parties, where they shit talk the guests together. We'll see them together once during RnS, but EB is a secondary character, and outside of the one appearance, I don't intend to have EX very involved in the story. He's kind of the unspoken god of the world: he gets a lot of mentions because he's very important to hels, but he's not very important to the plot lol.

Someone did wind up telling EB about hels!zedaph, though yes, he did suspect before he was told. EB hadn't gone looking for HZ for a reason. He didn't want to be the one to find out he was gone. If I can't see it, maybe its not really there.

And the Remembrance Wall Ramble got long so its under the cut!

[Hello future me cutting in here because I just realized you were probably talking about what individuals like EB would do to upkeep a name of a loved one. Mostly it involves regular visits. Keeping the stone clean, replacing it if it gets cracked, making sure it doesn't wear down. Nether bricks to me are a bit brittle, and the ones on the bottoms of the walls will crumble and break down over time. Most of the time, the Order of Remembrance is pretty good at getting them replaced, though they encourage individuals to do it themselves, to decorate the stones, paint or carve them, and overall keep the care personal. People will also sometimes leave gifts of food, flowers, and favored items at walls where loved ones names are kept. Walls are very colorful spots in hels, full of a lot of care.]

The Remembrance walls are, basically, graveyards. Alongside friends and family, who will make sure loved ones names are put down and remembered, the Order of Remembrance manages all Remembrance Walls in the city. We'll get into it a little in the upcoming chapters, but the Order of Remembrance church, and its knights, have a very active presence in hels. They are the cloaks seen most often roaming the streets, in twos and threes. They have regular routes they walk, with walls they are assigned to tend. They make sure the stones are stacked straight and don't fall, replace broken ones, and help people carve names. Many knights have prayer chants where they intentionally try to memorize every name on the wall. Their focus is on the idea that no helsmet is truly gone as long as some memory remains of them. They welcome helsmets approaching them with fond memories of loved ones, and will take testimony from people who know their time is coming. Their church is a glorified library and house of memorization. Part of their worship in remembrance of people is also in the remembrance of history, and they have at least one copy of every book, memoir, and journal in hels they can get their hands on. They have one private collection in the church, and one public library in hels, which they regularly update with copies of originals from the church library.

The only place outside the Order of Remembrance's domain is the shady side of town where Cleo's gangs keep the peace. For control reasons, Cleo doesn't like any opposing force on her claimed land, which includes Order of Remembrance knights. She does still have Remembrance Walls on her side of town, but they are up-kept by the people that live there as a community project. People get together once every few weeks, make food, talk about those that are gone, and make sure none of the stones are broken or stolen.

Erasing memory is a big taboo in hels, understandably. The universe is already cruel enough in taking people, and people, once taken, are woefully easy to forget [they were never meant to exist in the first place, after all]. On the sides of town where the Order of Remembrance upkeeps the walls, anyone caught stealing or destroying stones is tracked down by their paladins, and subjected to community service under close supervision. They're often roughed up in the process, but the paladins won't kill you for breaking a stone. Depending on whose stone you break, and how angry hels is that day, the same can't be said for anyone else who catches you. Repeat offenders, or people who destroy many stones at once with the express intent of erasing memory, are branded by the Order with a mark somewhere visible, normally on the hands. Anyone with that unlucky brand will see increased hostility from their peers, ostricization, lost of livelihood and home -- it's a great way to make everyone in hels hate you. Anyone on Cleo's side of town caught destroying a stone is hunted actively in the streets, and leaving her side of town will not save them. She offers high bounties for that kind of thing.

#rns asks #evil xisuma #evil beezuma #remembrance walls #hels #hels worldbuilding #aloe-vera-ghost #sorry you activated my trap card #i have a lot of thoughts on the Order of Remembrance #They're very very good guys #They're some of the few people in hels everyone likes #There is also an unspoken rule you don't mess with [attack or rob] Remembrance knights #because if you do that gives them a reason to forget you #and to make sure the world forgets you #to anyones knowledge they've never done that before #but then again -- if they did how would you know?

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hometoursandotherstuff · 3 months

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Bring the whole squad. Someone converted this huge 1917 former convent in Butte, Montana into a home and they want to sell it. 5bds, 5.5ba, $929K. It's so plain, though, it needs some nice colorful decor. Take a look.

They are calling it a luxury residence, but this is the main hall.

Off the main hall is a large sitting room.

I'm sure that it took a lot of work to open and brighten it. There's a nice stone fireplace. They must've replaced the old exposed pipes with the new copper ones. The radiators look original.

New modern kitchen. I think it has potential, though. It's a blank slate waiting for some color and interest.

The kitchen's big and bright with double islands.

It's a huge kitchen with exposed brick and big new beams.

Very large dining room. In a convent the dining room is called the "refectory." I would have a sign made for it.

They've got this bedroom set up for two.

This one features a walk-in closet and en-suite.

They also installed a sauna, which is very nice.

Plus, a home gym.

Here's another nice bath.

Original stairs.

This is very nice- an exposed brick sun porch.

I guess that this could be a rec room or something. It even opens to a sun room, too. Nice built-in table for plants, crafts, work desk, etc.

Another new bath.

Spacious bedroom.

This bedroom has a big en-suite.

It does have potential to be a cool home.

The land is 0.138 acre or 6,011 sq. ft., so it's pretty big. I think it has potential.

https://www.realtor.com/realestateandhomes-detail/1131-W-Copper-St_Butte_MT_59701_M71929-49786

#converted convent #convent conversion #houses #house tours #home tour

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popatochisssp · 7 months

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Would it be too much to ask what kind of jobs the new skeles might have since you already shared bram would be a groundskeeper at a cemetery?

Looks like I never officially did this one for Wave 2, just Wave 1 over here.

So, while we’re at it, let's do 2 and 3!

Ash (Undergloom Sans): He’s semi-unemployed, or self-employed depending on how you look at it. He busks, playing his trombone out on the street and accepting donations from anyone who feels so inclined. He likes playing music and the idea of brightening peoples’ days in the middle of their commute, so the money doesn’t really matter to him. Sometimes he picks up small gigs at local venues, mostly by word of mouth, and eventually he breaks into the tutoring scene—teaching his favorite instrument to young aspiring musicians who find the same joy in it that he does.

Yrus (Undergloom Papyrus): He works as a professor at the local community college, teaching anthropology. He’s passionate about the subject and can’t think of anything he’d rather do than share it with a classroom of humans who probably have no idea how interesting they really are. If only one student walked away from his class with a new appreciation for what humanity’s all about then he’s fulfilled—but he tends to send a lot more away with that than just one, since he’s a very popular, friendly, and accessible teacher.

Brick (Horrorfell Sans): He’s self-employed, knitting blankets at home and selling them online. He doesn’t need a job at all, between the Queen and his brother, money’s not an issue, but he’d go crazy if he didn’t have something to do all day, and nobody wants to see what he looks like when he goes crazy. He takes commissions often, but other times he just makes things according to whatever he’s feeling and what color yarn he has handy and sells to whoever feels like buying it.

King (Horrorfell Papyrus): He works as a physical therapist. He more or less taught himself to walk again after losing his leg, and a second time after getting a replacement, so he very personally understands the need that exists for people who are injured and want to get back to their normal life—but maybe lack the discipline, the knowledge, or the tools to take that journey solo. He’s hard on his patients and sadistically merciless, but his success rate in terms of mobility recovered is very high and any complaints after the fact are begrudging at worst.

Merc (Horrorswap Sans): He’s a home baker, making cakes and small pastries for a small but growing client base. He likes the freedom of getting to pursue his passions seriously and to be his own boss, set his own hours, screen his own clients, et cetera. He puts a lot of time and care into what he makes, both in terms of flavor and decoration, and finds nothing quite so satisfying as a repeat customer or a glowing review and recommendation to someone new.

Ell (Horrorswap Papyrus): Freelance programming is what he does for cash. It was something he could both learn how to do and actually do remotely, without the need for more than the bare minimum of in-person contact. He likes problem-solving, and complaining about the problem-solving, and the field is pretty much always in demand so if he’s bored of certain kinds of jobs, or sick of the person giving him the jobs, he can jump ship at any time and be a contractor someplace else.

Pitch (Horrorswapfell Sans): He’s a boxer, more amateur than pro so he doesn’t make a ton doing it, at least not consistently, but he likes fighting and draws in a decent crowd by being a bit of a spectacle (a blind skeleton in the ring) so the entertainment value is worth something. Aside from that, eventually, he fills in for his brother as a combination business partner/agent/accountant, helping him get jobs and keep clients and manage the money he makes doing so.

Nemo (Horrorswapfell Papyrus): He’s unemployed for a long while, but ultimately breaks into professional photography, with a specialty in travel photographs. He likes taking pictures and getting to see the world in the process, and it helps that it’s a family business so he and his brother have pretty much full control over what jobs he takes and for how much. He doesn’t really concern himself with the money numbers, though, he just likes filling out his portfolio with gorgeous locales all around the world.

Sunny (Gastertale Sans): He does a lot of odd jobs, all over the place, generally (things that are considered) unskilled labor—bussing tables, janitorial work, desk clerking, that kind of thing. He doesn’t like the thought of getting too stuck into any one thing and being unable to try something else out later if it doesn’t work out, and there’s something to be said for the satisfaction of being closely connected to the results of your labor. Sometime down the line he will end up sticking in one career, as a dealer for a casino, because it combines his social, charming nature with his sharp eye and quick hands, but until then he’s happy to bounce around.

Aster (Gastertale Papyrus): He’s a bookkeeper at a nondescript company. He’s organized and thorough with record-keeping and double-checking data, and he likes putting those skills to use to make sure his employer’s finances and transactions all balance out at the end of the day. Some might find it boring work and he could almost certainly qualify for a much more ‘prestigious’ job doing something else, but he’s satisfied having a job that doesn’t require all of his effort and brainpower, so he can save some of that for his personal life and private interests.

Spectr (Transcendtale Sans): He’s a nomad, a wanderer, he has no job. He’s a robot in the shape of a monster—ostensibly still a monster, even so—in a world full of humans that as yet believe monsters don’t exist, so even if he wanted a job, getting one would be logistically difficult. Luckily, he feels no special need to be gainfully employed and just spends his time wandering around and taking in the world. If he needs something, he’ll either just take it or use one of his brother’s accounts to pay for it.

PapAIrus (Transcendtale Papyrus): He’s a performer, a disc jockey who mixes, makes, and plays music to crowds at clubs, raves, and discos, anywhere he’s welcome. He takes advantage of the perception of his holographic form as an artist’s gimmick, like Daft Punk, Hatsune Miku, dead musicians projected onto stages to play posthumously… In his defense, that last one is sort of exactly what he is, except he didn’t really start making music until after he died. Still, he has fun doing it and adores the fame he’s steadily gaining as a popular, cutting-edge technology music act.

Xanth (Ascendswap Sans): He does aura readings for people. For those interested to know, he shares his perception of their colors and the flow of energy in and around them, and just generally describes the sense he gets about a person. What he does is really more of a soul read than an aura read, so a lot of the color meanings and terminology he uses contrast with the kind of readings his clients may get from humans who practice something a little bit different. Still, he’s earnest in his desire to help people understand themselves and their energies and emotions, so he gets a lot of recommendations and repeat clientele who trust he’s the real deal.

Piper (Ascendswap Papyrus): He works as an event planner, organizing gatherings, arranging vendors, booking venues, the whole nine. He has a great reputation for making things go smoothly and always seems to be able to talk out bumps and snags before they ever become a major problem. He also maintains great relationships with people in the industry and delights in having connections just about everywhere in case he needs to call on a favor to make something happen for a client. He's got the magic touch and the silver (gold) tongue that makes everything fall into place just so.

Carmine (Underfell Fruition Sans): He works as a clerk at a pawn shop. He gets to handle a lot of interesting items and assess roughly how much they’d be worth, and he’s pretty good at haggling and negotiating with people who might not agree with said assessments. Sometimes people will come in with broken stuff they wouldn’t be able to get too much for, but maybe he can cut ‘em a deal, fix it up on his own dime and if they come back for it, great—and if they don’t, his boss’ll be happy to have something that works to sell to somebody else at a markup, how ‘bout it? He does a brisk business and both sides of the counter love him.

Tank (Underfell Fruition Papyrus): He’s in construction. He’s huge, strong, takes direction well, and diligently follows rules and protocols—he’s an ideal fit for it. He likes to work hard and be able to see a job come together, knowing he had a part in it and being satisfied with the quality of his contribution. He especially likes to take every safety training and equipment certification course he can attend because he likes knowing what the rules are and being specifically told how certain procedures are run, machines operated, et cetera. He’s very likely to be apprenticed in as a foreman if not the inheritor someday of the construction business by its current owner for his work ethic and dedication, but that’ll be a long ways from now.

Vi (Swapfell Fruition Sans): He works as an independent auditor and combs through companies’ records, internal and external documentation, processes, and accounting and ensures everything is being done in accordance with industry standards. In short, he shows up, demands to see everything they have, and looks through it to see if they’ve lied, did something wrong, or lost information they weren’t supposed to. Sometimes he can do this remotely but other times he has to travel out to a physical office somewhere and sit down with a bunch of stuffed file cabinets, and he really doesn’t mind either way. He likes the work and he’s good at it—maybe because he’s good at it—and he finds it satisfying to catch the tiniest little misses and errors to demand an accounting of them.

Hunter (Swapfell Fruition Papyrus): He’s a trail maintenance worker for Ebott National Park. He walks the paths and hiking trails and makes sure they’re safe and unobstructed for visitors, as well as whatever odd jobs in the area that happen to come up—looking out for invasive species, helping with a bench install, directing lost tourists, that kinda thing. It’s not especially glamorous work but it’s pretty much exactly where he wants to be and he’s happy to do it, probably wouldn’t pick any other job in the world…except maybe to volunteer for a seasonal fire-watch position and do pretty much the exact same thing, but more isolated and with a big cool tower to sit in.

Kohl (Descendtale Sans): He works as a mortician at a local funeral home. He generally isn’t expected (read: allowed) to deal with grieving families, that’s more the funeral director’s purview, but he works behind the scenes embalming, processing, and otherwise preparing the dead for their final party and last ride home. He has a strong stomach—or rather, no stomach at all—and doesn’t get squeamish or emotional about the dead, so that works out. They also let him work nights so he has several long, quiet hours of methodically going through the routine with no (living) humans around to irritate him or vice-versa. Sounds like a good gig to him.

Bram (Descendtale Papyrus): Yes, still a groundskeeper for the cemetery and loving it. It was something he kind of fell into through his brother, when he didn’t really know what he wanted to do on the Surface, but his brother sends dead humans off to their final resting place and said final resting place was looking for someone to dig holes, mind the grass, keep everything looking neat and nice—and that’s certainly something he can do! He also works nights, being that monsters are almost entirely nocturnal these days, so he’s also an unintentional scarecrow deterrent to teenagers sneaking in late for partying or spooky dares when they see a slim, bony silhouette materialize out of the shadows with a shovel in hand, asking if they’re just visiting or thinking about moving in.…

#anonymous #headcanons #undergloom #horrorfell #horrorswap #horrorswapfell #gastertale #transcendtale #ascendswap #underfell fruition #swapfell fruition #descendtale

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gothushi · 3 months

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thinking very heavily about simon so. heres some thoughts/random headcanons

honestly he’s fucking obsessed with you. knows every details about you, your exact route that you walk to go home from work, knows that you wear a certain type/color of jewelry rather than the rest, knows you dislike a certain flower but love another, knows the passcode to your phone, knows exactly what time you leave work every night, yk, simple stuff :)

always has to have a hand on you if he’s near you, on your waist, your arm, your back or your neck, combing over your hair, even in the back pocket of your jeans if you’re wearing denim

if he isn’t near you, say maybe he’s working the bar or stuck by Brendan in the club whilst you’re also there with your friends, he’ll literally keep his eyes on you the entire time. yk that stare he does, the resting psycho face? yeah, that. colored lights flashing and music blaring whilst one of Brendan’s clients chatters on and on but his eyes are only on you from across the room whilst you’re with your friends, never losing sight of you

speaking of Brendan, you slapped him one time when he got into a fight with Simon, and Simon had to drag you down to the bathroom to fuck you right after. Anytime he thinks about your palm hitting Brendans cheek he gets hard

looooves spoiling you. will buy you food, any snacks you want, gets you coffee from the cafe, or sandwiches from the deli. will 100% go shopping with you, even if it’s just for your normal groceries. if it’s in the city for clothes or something he’ll definitely pick out something he thinks you would look pretty in, and insists on buying it for you. same thing with jewelry, one of the first presents he bought you was a pretty necklace of your birthstone

will definitely walk you home from work and then fuck you in one of the alleyways on the way there. hand over your mouth, “shh sweetheart be quiet” pinning you to the rough brick wall in front of you, groaning into your neck, grunting out that he loves you and how good you feel

whenever he tells you that he’s an undercover cop, whether that’s soon after he meets you or months into your relationship, you cry. despite probably not being allowed to, he tells you about Cam, about what Brendan has done, and you weep for him and hold him. he even gets slightly emotional himself, because he doesn’t know how long since he’s been hugged like this and acknowledged, and the fact that you aren’t angry if he did hide it for a while is such a relief

loves lemon bars, and strong coffee. you make the percect cup of coffee for him and it makes him love you even more.

if you’re at chez chez with him, he’ll stare down any guy who flirts with you. like full on angry glares before kissing you deeply right in the crowd, sometimes even making eye contact with the dude whilst kissing you

LOVES letting you ride him. especially if you rest a hand on his neck, kiss hard at his pulse point and he’ll whine, letting you pleasure yourself on him. the fact that it’s you using his body to get off is just so good. his hands will grasp at your hips, on your thighs, blunt nails digging into your skin. (yk the way he was panting the first time Brendan slammed him into the wall and kissed him? yeah. that too.)

also loves marking you. but only in places others can’t see. your thighs, hips, tummy, tits, will probably leave bruises on your hips or legs.

can’t even imagine hurting you, or telling you no. you look up at him with those big puppy eyes and bat your lashes a bit and he instantly gets hard and gives you whatever you want. pray he never gets into an argument with you (which would be rare anyway) because he’ll lose.

will definitely 100% whimper if you mark his neck up. he’s so fucking obsessed with you and having you on him and kissing his neck and leaving physical proof of you just really makes him ache in his jeans

a lot of the time when he spends the night you steal his shirts in the morning, and a lot of the time he ends up fucking you over the kitchen counter because of it.

bites. teeth marks will be on your shoulder for a few hours after you’ve fucked, little indents of his fangs standing out as well

genuinely loves being lazy with you. he’s always so stressed, over the case, Cam, that laying down on the couch to watch a movie with you and share some snacks and also share some chaste little kisses could probably make him cry

cw gun play, bc I have to add it. if you ask nice enough, he’ll unload his gun and keep it against you whilst he fucks you. he couldn’t ever imagine hurting you, but you beg so pretty, and then he discovers that he really likes the way you sob in pleasure when he presses it against your cheek, hips meeting yours hard. but he keeps his finger away from the trigger the entire time

#neil newbon #neil newbon x reader #simon walker #simon walker x reader

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gilbirda · 2 years

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This mostly stemmed from the constant image of Jason being so disgustingly enamored with Jazz [the twirling-his-hair-heart-eyes-and-being so-unfocused-on-important-shit lovesick] that the batfam finds it bizarre rather than cute

The most I got is Ember rolling into Gotham looking for a bigger crowd [I guess], Jazz, interning at Arkham as the popular saying goes, tries dealing with her and Jason obviously steps in cause Crime Alley business is his business and smth about this new rocker chicks smells fishy.

I'm guessing you know where this is going?

Ember gets away, off to collect a following as she does.

Jazz is prepared for ghost nonsense, but she was not prepared for this vigilant built like a brick house to suddenly be mooning over her. So she reluctantly knocks this guy's lights out and leaves him in some alley [maybe checks him over for what she hopes is a panic button and leaves the bats to it]

The bats find him and bring him home, and thus have to deal with their uncharacteristically goofy, lovestruck family member going on and on about some redhead. He's talking about her long pretty hair, the color of her eyes, the way she kicked ass, her bossiness.

They can't get anything useful out of him.

It's both sickening and blackmail worthy

Cue batfam looking into the whole Ember business all while trying to keep Jason from wandering off in search of Jazz and keep him from potentially exposing himself or embarrassing himself. Meanwhile, Jazz is also trying to deal with Ember and maybe calling in the big guns....

Cue flustered Jazz having some weird ass run-ins with the bats and watching them as they try to keep an embarrassingly enamored Red Hood in check [The dude is probably singing her sonnets and all sorts of romantic shit]

[He refused to stay home, he wanted the chance to see her]

Hmmm, not much room to figure out a route for potential romance there :p

FAM

I THINK YOU HAVE A WHOLE ASS FIC RIGHT THERE

I would read it!!!

I mean, Jazz could acknowledge that this stranger is under a spell and doesn't really like, like her, so she's understanding and kind?

She still needs to deal with the ghost situation without Batman knowing what really is going on, so she has to outsmart the bats while she outruns this guy that's reciting very cute poetry oh my god he should write it down and publish it! and defeat Ember on her own.

She calls the big guns. She is strong, but she knows when she's overwhelmed.

Team Phantom deals with Ember as she deals with the bats. After all, she needs to make herself a distraction from the whole ghost-is-mind-controlling-people, and they are following her anyway, so she just-

she leaves fake clues?

It's actually really fun!!! She has taken a support role when helping her brother, and spreading her wings like this, running around the city at night and testing the limits of her liminal abilities, IS FUN.

And the guy, he said his name was Jay but she stopped him before he could say more, is actually very fun to talk to. When she is caught by him before the others and they get to interact, she sits down and studies him and what he uses to romance - it strikes her that he can quote plays and books at the drop of a hat (that is not the spell, this guy legit has memorized those) and that he is actually very polite?

Spell or no spell, it's been a while since she talked to someone like this. Nerding out.

But then Ember is defeated and the spell is broken and she is bummed that it's over but hey, it's been a fun experience!

And this dude remembers what happened too? He is very sorry and she assures him that it's totally fine and that he didn't say anything compromising about his identity.

And so they go back to their normal lives

except-

she misses him? It was fun and it was all a spell, but she misses him. It's silly, because there's no way a whole ass vigilante with probably a busy life is interested in silly romance?

And then this guy finds her one time as she was going home. He's just checking on her, really, because it must have been stressing dealing with all of that. He says he is sorry about being clingy and, well, she's been cool about it but wanted to make sure it was all fine.

He's being nice, she thinks.

He asks her if it could be cool to keep in touch. Because, uh, books? He wanted to know more about that theory she mentioned and maybe when they had a free schedule she wanted to grab a drink?

Yeah, sure. She gives him her number. How else would he contact her? By being a creep and stalk her to her house? No thank you.

And that's how Jazz ends up being courted by a Bat and doesn't realize what's going on.

Yes I hc her as aspec, what about it

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OOF

THIS GOT OUT OF MY HANDS!

If anyone wants to add, go ahead!

#gil answers #danny phantom #dp x dc #dpxdc #dc x dp #jazz fenton #jason todd #jazz/jason #anger management ship #jazz x jason

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i am SOOO unbelievably thrilled by your anthro au omg. do you have fashion ideas for the characters? like their favorite outfits, fabrics, etc? imo one of the best parts of anthro characters is deciding how they'd express themselves through their clothing :]

I HAVE A FEW ALREADY!!!! i dont have many specifics because theres so many characters ahd i havent drawn them all yet LOL but i'll share the ones i do have at least SOMETHING for

im also trying to keep these reasonable for the time period and location, as in my au the clan cats are mostly rural and in small towns set (mostly) before the 2000s so most may dress more modest and conservative (especially if theyre older and very religious)

squirrelflight - the best i can describe her sense of fashion is that it ranged from tomboy as a younger girl and is currently closer to a working class butch. im not sure if masc would be a more appropriate term since i dont hc her as a lesbian (shes bi) but she dresses "like a man" and owns a lot of jeans, slacks, and button-up shirts of all kinds of fabrics and patterns. she also enjoys bright colors as well, but as she got older her fashuon sense got a little more sensible and less "loud" like it was in the 60s and 70s. she also has glasses like her daddy once shes like 35 or so. she and firestar dressed very similarly, and a lot of her shirts and neckties are things she stole from his closet

feathertail - very feminine. hippie adjacent, lots of loose and flowing garments and jingly pieces. breatheable clothes and open toed shoes. her favorite swimsuit had some little frilly bits on it i think. often combines neutral earthy tones with blues and whites

crowfeather - lots of handmedowns from his father. clothes you can do farmwork in like jeans, overalls, hardy flannel/denim shirts and boots. never grew out of this and still dresses this way and he likes it

jayfeather - he looks like a modernized (as far as the 80s goes) version of his father - same hairstyle snd way of dress. he isnt too formal but does have some more preppiness to his clothing style (polo shirts and sweaters). he avoids full button downs since buttoning them himself jjust gets frustrating since he cant match them up every time. new wave band shirts. he also wears orange tinted glasses to protect his eyes (in this au i wrote that hes able to perceive shadows and light pretty okay, but not much else beyond that) And Kinda As A Fashion Statement cuz it goes well with his facial structure and hairstyle i think

lionblaze - hes like if the stereotypical jock and stereotypical 80s rock+metal enthusiast had a baby. muscle tees and bandanas, ripped jeans, those absurdly short shorts, crop tops, etc. he's a drummer i think if that matters LOL

ivypool - punk, also sorta like joan jett to an extent. very homemade, tho sometimes she gets lazy and doesnt really commit to the outfits all the way (but definitely has the mindset, dint get me wrong). one of those girls with a chest small enough to go braless 99% of the time; wears a lot of tank tops and sleeveless shirts LOL

bone/brick/scourge - just google "the outsiders movie" or "greaser" and you'll get the idea. tho i imagine these three in particular also have some kind of bare minimum formalwear scraped together from their escapades. theyre kinda like the jetts/sharks from west side story if that helps at all

daisy - she combines flowing, pretty dresses with a sunhat and work boots. she also teaches horseback riding and owns a few (its a business she runs w smokey and floss. i think its be funny if they were polyam ITS MY AU I CAN CHANGE WHAT I WANT) and she has horseback-appropriate clothing as well

poppyfrost - THEE preppy girl of the 80s. big hair, perm and all. dresses with pastel colors. her sisters cinderheart and honeyfern are pretty similar, tho i imagine honeyfern is a little more sporty and cinderheart takes inspiration from madonna once shes trying to court lionblaze

hazeltail - long haired country girl butch. enough said

spottedleaf snd cinderpelt are nuns lol

#warrior cats #anthro warrior cats #micks anthro au

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Fuck JKR: How To Create A Harry Potter-Esque Aesthetic Without Any Harry Potter In It

So I saw a few posts from people mentioning that a reason people might be into Harry Potter is because of the aesthetic or atmosphere, and ya know what? I can't even argue that, because if there's one thing about HP, it's that it Sure Does Have Aesthetic And Atmosphere.

So! I'm gonna tell you how to STEAL ITS LOOK! Because:

JK Rowling considers ANY support of her work to be support of her politics.

Fan content/fan merch is still free advertisement for Rowling's work. YOU might not choose to give her money, but you can't be sure you won't pull people into the fandom who will.

Everyone should create more things that aren't tied to corporate-owned IP, period.

So. Most things in these films have an aged, antique look. You'll see a lot of brown hues, both on sets and on people's clothes. There's a lot of near-blacks (especially charcoals and walnuts) and lighter grays on the sets, especially from the third film onwards. (Wood is more often than not stained dark, while lighter hues are often provided by bricks or plaster.) The last two films use a lot of stormy blues and grays. Prisoner of Azkaban also emphasizes contrast between tones, which heightens a sense of texture. True black also appears throughout the films, such as on students' uniforms and many Death Eaters' outfits, and on the chairs in Malfoy Manor. White appears occasionally, especially on Hedwig, students' shirts, or during winter scenes, but pure white isn't otherwise really common. Paper or parchment is usually warm beige. There's also a lot of silver, gold, and brass, often appearing on things like dishware, tools, trinkets, Christmas baubles, and so forth. Bronze also comes up occasionally.

Reds, yellows, blues, and greens are pretty common throughout the films, even outside of Hogwarts, though you'll see just about every color somewhere. For example, orange is often found around the Weasleys, and orange, maroon, and purple feature in the divination classroom. Teal features prominently in Grimmauld Place (contrasted with saffron yellows).

Most colors aren't really super bright; a lot of the time they look a little faded, or like they're colored with natural dyes. If you use medieval illustrations to source your colors, or aim for earth tones and jewel tones, you'll be about right for a lot of what you see in the films. Bright colors are pretty rare; some of the brights we do see are in Honeydukes, Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes, and certain magical effects, such as Floo fire.

A lot of light is provided by candles, torches, or fireplaces, which cast a warm yellow/orange light. Moonlight is represented by blue light in the first and second films. Blue light is also used for the Goblet of Fire and the penseive.

Another thing you gotta have in there is clutter. It should look kinda antique and give off a kind of magical or mystical atmosphere. Think books, storage jars, orreries, crystal balls, old lamps, antique clocks, vintage glassware, antique mirrors, old teapots, and little metal trinkets. (If you're trying to decorate a physical room, your stuff doesn't have to actually be antique, of course; antique-styled is fine.)

Texture is also very important, which can be represented with full or top grain leather book covers, stone walls, dents and scratches, cracks, embellishments, and embossing. Additionally, all damage and wear gives a sense of oldness to things. Stains and variegated colors also add interest. (If you're decorating a physical space, you might look into aging/distressing/antiquing techniques.)

If you want a space to look cozy, you don't really want bare or blank walls. Shelves, paintings, tapestries, and wallpaper can all help with that. Again, use brown, rather than black. Warm, yellow lighting will also help. If you lean toward blacks and cool lighting, you're going to have a colder-looking space.

Fashion in the wizarding world is extremely all over the place, ranging from stereotypical fantasy witch and wizard clothing, to pretty normal vintage clothing, to some wacky vintage-inspired looks, to the kind of fashion that would be put under the cozycore umbrella, to ordinary modern clothing. One thing that's absent is subculture fashion as we know it. (Bellatrix Lestrange does look kinda goth, but it's less a subculture thing, and more a "yeah we're putting our bad guys in fancy black stuff" thing.)

If you're trying to lean into the whole quirky/eccentric/old-fashioned kinda thing, you'll want to pass over the more modern and obviously synthetic type stuff. Also, patterns, textured fabrics, knits, mixed colors, lace, and other embellishments can add interest to outfits.

Architecture is also all over the place. Hogwarts is pretty medieval, while places like Diagon Alley give more Victorian vibe. The main thing is looking old fashioned and quaint.

To try and summarize all of that:

Browns. Lots and lots and lots of browns. Blacks and grays, too. Contrast between light and dark browns and blacks/grays.

More beige and gray than pure white; more charcoal gray and dark walnut brown than true black.

Among other colors, mostly earth tones and jewel tones. Very limited brights.

Polished metal and glass also add shininess.

Old-fashioned. Vintage. Antique.

Clutter, texture, patterns, variegation. Minimalist/clean aesthetic avoided.

Aged and distressed.

Lighting often yellow/orange due to coming from fire. Blue/teal light often coming from moonlight and certain magical light sources.

Now, here are some things we actually don't see. I'm not mentioning them to discourage you from using them if they're what you really want, but to inform you about them so you can consider whether they might throw off the vibe for you:

Green/purple/black combos.

Purple/silver/black combos. Pink/purple/teal combos.

Pink/black combos.

Orange/black combos.

Green/orange/purple combos.

Red/black combos.

Basically a lot of combos commonly associated with Halloween, witches, or vampires.

Big raw crystals. We see crystal balls now and then, but that's it.

Other natural items used as decorations - feathers, pinecones, sticks, etc. The one exception I can think of are the shells embedded in the walls of Shell Cottage.

Crushed velvet. Lots of fantasy uses this, HP films don't.

If you need inspiration, go look up medieval and renaissance diagrams and illustrations of stuff like the four elements, the zodiac, the solar system, and all that. Go look up alchemical symbols and emblems. Search up pre-WWII vintage ephemera. Go look up Victorian clipart. Look up stuff like botanical, zoological, and astronomical books and art from the 17th-19th centuries. Look up vintage wallpaper and fabric patterns. Look at vintage-style crafts. Research period architecture and fashion. Research European heraldry.

If you're wondering what exactly you're going to design around without Hogwarts and the Four Houses, here are some suggestions:

The four classical elements (earth, air, fire, and water)

The four seasons

Card suits - Tarot, French, whatever you want

Holidays - Halloween, Christmas, whatever

Fairy tales

Flowers

Mythical creatures

Bugs

Birds

Any other animals you like

Ecosystems

Your own original worldbuilding

So yeah, there ya go. You don't need to keep participating in HP to indulge in the aesthetic.

[NOTICE: Anybody who clowns on this post by making this about them and their childhood, patting themselves on the back about their chosen means of "ethical" participation, praising the fandom, or adding any other form of irrelevant bullshit is getting blocked. Also, I don't want to hear about PJO or Earthsea again for the millionth time, either.]

#harry potter #anti harry potter #anti jkr #aesthetic #aesthetics #art #worldbuilding

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Over

Character: Saiki K

Warning: Break up, angst, cursing

Summary: Saiki is not a good boyfriend. It weighs down on (Y/n) because she is in love with him, but most times he won’t even spare her a second glance.

‘Saiki communicating’ (or the reader and Saiki's telepathic coves)

“everyone else talking”

~Over~

My boyfriend, Kusuo, and I usually walked together to go to school, but lately, he has been leaving before me. I know he probably has his reason, but I would be lying if I said it did not upset me. Honestly, it seems like he goes out of his way to avoid me.

I would understand if he would just communicate with me but he won’t give me so much as an excuse.

“(L/N) You look tired,” Teruhashi said, snapping me out of the daze I had put myself in.

I knew she wasn’t genuine, but her honeyed voice and soft eyes could fool anyone.

“Oh yeah, I stayed up late,” It wasn’t a complete lie.

I could see Kusuo’s vacant gaze fixed on me. I frowned and looked back to Teruhashi

“Do you want to do something after school?” I just wanted to go home and bury my face in my pillow but Ku’s stare made me nervous. I felt like I had to avoid him at all costs. He would not approach me with Teruhashi near.

“Um-” She was surprised. A pang of fear flashed through my nerves, she wouldn't say no. After all, she was the perfect pretty girl. I felt guilty for using her as a human-psychic- shield.

“It’s okay if you don’t--maybe we can invite Mera and Yumehara--I was thinking maybe a mall or cafe.”

‘Really? Teruhashi?’ I gulped. Why does he care who I hang out with in my spare time? It��s not like my boyfriend wants my company.

‘Stop being dramatic’

I rolled my eyes and put on my headphones. I couldn't think, and he certainly wouldn't hear me, if I blared music in my ears. I’d take them out when class started.

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“Mera couldn’t come but we could,” Yumehara said, Teruhashi was beside her and they both were walking towards me.

“Great,” I smile. “We should go to a cafe, There is a new one near by.” They agreed as we started to walk there.

“It’s so great we’re going somewhere together, It seems like Saiki takes up all of your time,” Teruhashi said in her usual angelic voice. I remembered why I was doing this.

Saiki.

“Yeah, he always takes you on dates it’s romantic,” Yumehara said. She seemed to radiate sparkles. The girls giggled with each other. Right. Yeah, our dates.

“He’s wonderful,” I mustered all the enthusiasm I could. I did like him, when we were friends he was almost perfect. Dating him was just lonely. It didn’t help that having a conversation with him was as lively as talking to a brick wall.

We arrived at the cafe. It was small and painted roof to floor with warm neutral colors. A small piano with plants sat in the corner

“It’s so cute!” Yumehara exclaimed, “Look at all the choices.” She gestured towards the menu. She was right. Many sweets and drinks, with an occasional l doodle, name-line the black chalkboard.

We sat at a booth in the corner as a waitress came by to take our order. I ordered a strawberry shortcake.

“Oh you must be thinking about Saiki~” Yumehara pointed at my delicious pink desert. If I was thinking about him I'd get a coffee jelly.

“Oh, yeah,” I smiled and we laughed. The doorbell chimed, snapping me from the conversation.

“Hey, Saiki!” Teruhashi called. He looked at our booth. Teruhashi beckoned him to come. His eyes met with mine as sat beside me, blocking me from leaving the booth.

‘You’re avoiding me,’ Saiki communicated to me.

‘Yeah well, you do that to everyone else,’ I shot back

‘What’s your problem?’

‘You’ was the first word that popped into my head. There was nothing. He said nothing

‘What do you follow me all the way out here to instigate?’ I asked. Still, he said nothing. A pit formed at the bottom of my stomach.

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“You were very clearly following us,”

‘Yes, I was. I don’t know why you're making a big deal about it

I scoffed. A big deal? It isn’t too much to ask that my boyfriend cares about me. It’s too much to ask that he find my company unbearable. I bite my tongue and I want to tear into him. To scream in his ear what a douche he was.

“I think we should break up,” I said. His face stayed the same, he didn’t move or even seem like he acknowledged what I said. It reassured me that I was doing the right thing. I love him but his indifference was too much. If he doesn’t want me then why should I waste any more time crying over him?

“Did you hear me?”I held back tears. Of course, he heard me; he’s a psychic. He hears everything. “ Why did you even ask me to be your girlfriend? To avoid Teruhashi? To get out of hanging out with your friends? How many times have you told them that you couldn't hang out because you were taking me on a date?” I raised my voice. Heat rose to my face, then he looked at me like I was the least interesting thing in the room.

“We’ve only been on two dates, both I had to beg you to go with me! That was at the beginning of our relationship! I stopped because you had no interest, and now I'm breaking up with you for the same reason!” Tears started marching down my face. I covered my face with my hands.

“I’m so fucking stupid,” I mutter to myself, “Saiki, Just get out of my room--get out of my house,”

“You don’t ever call me Saiki” Saiki Spoke. Of all time, now he opened his mouth and said something.

I just want to be alone now. Why won’t he just leave?

Then I was alone. He teleported from my room. My legs were wobbly. I sat laid on my bed and looked at the ceiling.

#kusuo saiki #saiki k #the disastrous life of saiki k #fanfic #angst #saiki no psi nan #saiki kusuo no psi nan #saiki x reader #teruhashi kokomi #chiyo yumehara

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iznsfw · 1 year

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hi, can u write a wonyoung x male reader fluff?

Even Princesses Cry Sometimes

IZ Days of Christmas: Day 12 - Jang Wonyoung

IVE's Jang Wonyoung x Male/Female Reader Fluff

2,123 words

Categories | short, slightly angsty, idol!Wonyoung, caring!reader, tears and cuddles

Very short and late, but who cares?

Maybe I'll catch up with Yujin and Yuri some of these days.

It’s always another day, another front she’s putting up. Another disguise. Of course, only you know about the partial artificiality of it all. When she tries to put on a brave face throughout her schedules, or tells a particularly rude fan to take care of themself despite their scathing words, part of your heart just aches with the knowledge. Like you, she’s still so young - no eighteen-year-old has to bear with the pressure of the world burdening their shoulders like rocks.

No eighteen-year-old has gone through as much as Jang Wonyoung has. You want to make it easier for her, but she almost never lets you. She’s built such a great wall around herself that even you, her partner, can’t break through. Even if you summoned all the might into your fists and beat around its bricks, it would take long before you can even make a hole.

For the wall to be broken, the one who built it must reach out.

Gaze at the television and wonder when that will happen. It’s rarer than anything. But there she stands, gorgeous as always. Her dark hair flows in the night, and the blue dress that drapes around her form makes her look like a princess. With the colors and her makeup, she can easily pass as a Korean Cinderella. No, she can’t be Cinderella - Wonyoung never needs someone to save her. She was never a damsel in distress, which is why she’s expressed her dislike for the tale so many times:

(“It’s so… fucking odd, jagi-ya,” laughed Wonyoung, over a pack of potato salted-egg chips, while she lounged with you on the sofa. The TV was on, the classical Cinderella was playing, and Wonyoung was… well, unimpressed. She ran through her locks of messy curled hair and added, “I understand the situation. I really do—”

“You don’t,” you interrupted truthfully, but not without a smile. Oh, never without a smile; Wonyoung is your happy pill, no matter what she says.

Wonyoung laughed loudly, pushing you in the chest hard. Laughter overtook her tiny frame. “Fine, fine!” she admitted. “I don’t, but see here… this is fucking ridiculous. It’s just- ugh!” She rolled her eyes and gave you an exasperated look. “But you get me, don’t you? You get what I mean?”

There was a hint of fear in those beautiful eyes of hers. Something told you that the question was born not out of frustration, but was instead from caution nested in the swindle of circumstance the universe had blown her to. Was Wonyoung afraid she would offend you? Had the headlines and tabloid articles created a phobia she’d never dare tell anyone - not even you?

But then your lips found her forehead creased with lines of worry, and you felt them relax beneath the touch of your love. Wonyoung settled into your arms as if she were your little songbird, and you were the only nest she found that would not break.

“I do, hon,” you told her. “I do.”)

Fine, you’d settle for her being no one because not one princess out there can match Wonyoung in everything she does. She’s the perfect girl, the perfect idol. She’s pretty, talented, and charismatic enough to attract all of her success by herself. No girl her age is at the point of success she has at her fingertips. But it’s something that can easily be snatched from her with just the wrong move. Everyday is a challenge for her; too much smiling equals to her being too flirtatious, but little smiling and winks mean that she’s too reserved and self-centered to take notice of the people around her. In everything she does, begrudged people find a way to twist it around into a bad light.

You admire how resilient she is. Much to the shock of her admirers and fanatics, it isn’t exactly ideal to live a life being so closely watched. Not even with all the wealth she possesses. The way she has learned to cope with it independently teaches you more life lessons than any seminar could. But you want to remind her sometimes that she doesn’t have to be strong all the time with you. You can take her falls. You have each other, don’t you? Isn’t that what partners are for?

The fall of the princess is televised, put out there for everyone to pick apart and make fun of. Worst of all, you aren't able to catch her.

Wonyoung is happy to find out that her group, the monster rookie idol band IVE, won a lot of medals and marked new milestones. But now tears slip down her beautiful face. The camera focuses on her. It loves her, craves her - every bit of Jang Wonyoung is too pretty to not be captured and immortalized; of course it does. She sees it and tries to stop, but the fat drops of grief - grief for what could have been, what should have been; grief for her young self who wasn’t and isn’t able to enjoy the last few years of her childhood - continue to pour down like rain.

As the colorful confetti falls from the roof of the grand stadium, she falls, too, and the members start to take notice. Yujin leans over to ask if she needs a tissue, and Jiwon rubs a comforting hand on her back. But none quench the need for a hug she has buried deep inside her heart. She needs someone beyond her friends slash co-workers. She needs you.

Wonyoung looks around. There are only crowds and crowds of noisy fans and cameras flashing. But her observant eyes scrutinize every corner in the large room for any sign of you. There’s still hope in her heart that you’ll come dashing into the show to help her. Sort of like a knight in shining armor in a children’s fairy tale.

Jagi-ya? Where are you? I need you right now, please. You can’t leave me here.

Then she remembers: her life may be glamorous, but it isn’t a fairytale. She’s only one girl, in a massive crowd of people she doesn’t know, trying to make it through the night. Her thoughts are making it more than difficult though. They consist of the pain she went through to get here: those dark nights where she practiced till her legs felt like they were going to snap, the harsh scolding she received from teachers, days when her schedules were so packed that she didn’t even have the time to eat or even breathe…

Wonyoung’s makeup is stained with her own sadness. She’s gorgeous - that’s an indisputable fact, she’s talented, she’s young and successful. But what are the hardships she had to bear and all its blooming fruits worth if she doesn’t have you?

She’s torn up from the inside. She needs you now, more than anything, yet you are nowhere to be found. But it isn’t your fault. She’s been too reserved and private after all, dealing with her matters and affairs by herself. It’s only natural that you would think that she can handle her tears. Compared to everything she has to handle, tears are merely a little thing. You’re already used to the idea of her being self-reliant, so why would you show up now?

Her phone buzzes all of a sudden. One click at the side of the costly phone case, she’s able to see your messages.

You | 11:47 PM | Hey, princess?

You want to take the night off a little early? Watch some clueless? :)

And she thought you’d never come.

Wonyoung crashes between your rounded arms. This time, you don’t worry about messing up her hair, which must have taken hours to curl. You don’t hold yourself back from taking her in your arms, although the stylists warned her not to ruin the pretty blue dress. No, you bury your face into her neck, kissing it over and over. You’re happy to see her; only meeting her less these past few weeks has made you lonelier than you’d like to admit. And you know that she’s happy too; her tearful, beautiful eyes sparkle when she gazes up at you. But you also know that, although she would rather die than admit it, she’s been missing the comfort of someone caring for her.

She’s a princess, and you’re her knight in shining armor. Wonyoung rarely needs you, much less a knight to come save her. But she appreciates your love. She’ll hide it behind blushes and playful circles of her eyes, but she loves you. It comforts her that you do, too.

People are staring. The cameras start flashing. The same fear gathers up in Wonyoung’s heart again, but this time, she shoves it aside. She’s not going to hide her love for you anymore. She won’t let anyone get in her way.

The wall has finally broken and deteriorated.

Wonyoung seizes your face in between her slim hands, and kisses you deeply. It surprises you; her full lips are extremely soft, brushing over your pink ones and locking them with hers. Her eyes close, but your eyelids remain parted. This time, you’re the one scared. You aren’t scared of your own reputation, but for Wonyoung. What will the media do when they find out she has a partner already? Oh, how they’d villainize her! How they’d paint her into a promiscuous, indifferent queen bee!

“W-Wonyoung,” you stammer, when she finally stops. “The, the media—”

“Darling, please. I don’t care anymore. I just want you.”

Her words feed into a phone-installed recorder nearby. The woman holding it looks horrified, but Wonyoung simply gives her a coy wink. You smile; that’s the Jang Wonyoung you know.

You smile sincerely. Brush the tears from her face with your thumb, and realize just how much you love Wonyoung. It’s like destiny tied your threads together from the beginning. You were just a fan of her back in Produce 48 because you love how brave she was to put herself out there, despite being your age only. Hell, you couldn’t do that. When she met you at a fanmeeting and discreetly passed you her number, you were on top of the world. It was straight out of a fanfiction.

But all fanfictions end. That can’t be said about you and her. You’re best friends, lovers, and frenemies all at once. Your relationship is built around deep friendship, and that’s why you’re certain that the love you share with Wonyoung will go on forever.

“That’s my girl,” you whisper, kissing her forehead. It’s only you and her in this stadium. All the others are faceless ghosts, nothing to worry about. “Movie night?”

Wonyoung smiles giddily. “You bet!”

For the first time in years, Wonyoung completely cuddles up in your lap. Thank your parents for having tall genes; if you were any shorter than Wonyoung, you would be the one seated in her lap. It would be the other way around.

You still keep CDs, so you’re able to watch Clueless with her on the television. She’s raptly watching the iconic chick flick, mimicking the main character with “As if!”s and laughing afterwards. But you’re more interested in her rather than the film itself. Wonyoung is the prettiest when she’s happy. The companies love her trendy poses when she shoots magazine covers or photos, but her most charming self is this:

Half-moon eyes, mouth stretched into a giggly grin, and her hand becoming the resting place of her cheek as she laughs over and over at the comedic timings of the movie. Her brown hair in its uncurled natural state resting at her shoulders, which are not trapped in one of the stage outfits anymore, but rather a big, gray sweatshirt that was once yours. You want it back, but she looks better in it than you do, so you speak nothing about it.

Wonyoung falls asleep just when Clueless is about to reach its conclusive end. With strong, trained arms, you carry her over to your shared bed and tuck her to bed. She stirs a little, but she doesn’t open her eyes. She only smiles, knowing you have her back now, and beckons you under the sheets.

Slide under the comforter and wrap a protective arm around her. Moments like these make you happily remember that Jang Wonyoung isn’t merely just an idol, but your girlfriend. Your little spoon. Your baby rabbit. At the same time, you match all her curved puzzle pieces, and act the role of being her partner, big spoon, and a caring person who won’t let any hunter find her.

You’re made for each other. And as you snuggle closer to Wonyoung, your puzzle pieces connect. You promise, silently, to never let go.

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