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Hi angel! thoughts on 80s!slasher!jj ?? I loveee ur work btw! sending hugs and kisses! 💗
ofccc!! this is fun lol - 80s!slasher!jj
₊ ⊹ warnings! 18+ - p in v, non con, violence, jealous!jj, death, slight breeding kink, threats, obsessed!jj, dark!jj - ₊˚⊹
you and jj would have never become friends if you both hadn't met while working together at the little fast-food diner inside the mall. he was usually working in the back, preparing the food, and you were usually on server duty. with your short white tennis skirt and the diner polo shirt uniform you could usually draw attention from guys who wanna take you out and possibly eat you, you were so sweet. but there were days when you and jj would both be on cashier duty, those were his and your favorite days, it was basically like hanging out all day side by side.
as the day dragged on it was getting closer to closing time, thank goodness you thought, already super exhausted. after a few minutes a group of preppy jerk jocks come in, one of the guys walking up to your register with a stupid smirk on his face, danny. "hey babygirl, can i get uh, the number 5 with a milkshake anduh- your number? " he tilts his head up, proud of his little pickup line. you shake your head with a small smile and silently scoff at his stupidity. jj who is currently helping another customer, listens in and watches the interaction by side eyeing you both every few seconds. jj's jaw ticks as he tries to let you handle it.
"a number 5 will that be all?" you continue to try and be professional with a sweet smile.
"uh no actually, how about- you let me take you to the prom," he smirks again.
"i'm actually out of town that day so-" you tilt your head and act uninterested.
"oh cuhmon- it'll be fun, you know you want to. i even booked a hotel room for that night and we'll-" danny persists further until he's interrupted by jj who snaps his head toward us.
"she said no man." jj warns, danny's mouth agape as he turns over to look at jj.
"was i talking to you maybank? cuz uh- i don't think i was." danny snickers almost trying to size jj up.
"i don't give a shit, she's clearly not interested." jj squints his eyes and nods to himself.
"oh woah! you've got yourself a little protector huh? no way this guy is your boyfriend right?" the guy turns to you and then back to jj. "i mean look at you! she's a total betty and you...you and your deadbeat dad aren't even good enough to scrape the dirt off our shoes." the boy scoffs and the rest of his friends snicker on cue.
jj tongues his cheek and grins in faux amusement, the guy turns around to walk off like a winner when jj reaches his arm out and taps the guy's shoulder. "hey man you forgot your-" jj grabs one of the milkshakes ready on the counter and throws it in the asshole's face, 'ruining' danny's gelled hair and expensive polo shirt. the diner fills with gasps, 'ooohs' and snickers.
"milkshake." jj finishes his sentence, and laughes through his nose. you stand there eyes wide as danny wipes the melted pink milk off his eyelids. "quit fuckin' around and get outta here" jj shoos the guy away with the motion of his hand as the humiliated boy walks away shouting back loudly "you are so dead maybank!"
"whata piece of shit." jj mumbles and slams his hand on the counter and turns to see the manager shaking his head, disappointed. jj goes into the kitchen leaving you there to process what just happened.
as the restaurant was about to close, you and jj were the only ones left, since you would have been closing together that night. the manager did fire him but somehow managed to stick around without him seeing jj.
you decided to let him do this thing inside the kitchen while you did the final table wipe-downs and setting up everything for tomorrow morning, time after time playing in the background. you hear some concerning noises coming from the kitchen area, knowing only jj was in there makes you stop and wonder why all the banging?, when another loud scary sound can be heard throughout the diner. you run behind the counter and around the corner to see what was making that noise, your eyes land on danny, dead, laying flat on his back on the floor with his face all burnt, bubbling, and bloody. you let out a horrified scream and cover your mouth immediately afterward, stumbling backward a bit and feeling nauseous. 'how did danny even end up back here?' you thought.
you feel your back bump into something, and you let out another spooked yelp, you feel two strong hands spin you around and when you look up, you realize it's only jj.
"jj, danny...he must have- the deep fryer-" you stutter, and he shushes you "i know, i know."
"we have to call the police! i-is he dead? oh god, i'm gonna be sick..." tears start to fall down your cheeks, terrified and confused by how jj isn't freaking out or doing anything about it. you squirm out of his grip and back away from him.
"jj? did you hurt danny? oh my god, did you burn his face off?" you ask with wide eyes, chest heaving.
jj nods but he doesn't look remorseful. you start to burst out in tears, unsure of what to do, you look over at the door and back over at jj who gives you a look of warning. he's all sweaty and dirty, his white shirt stained with grease and blood.
the jukebox continues to play music, where otherwise silence would fill the diner. you decide to make a run for the door, but he beats you to that. jj manages to stand in front of you, clenching his jaw and squinting his eyes.
"i did that for you, i did it to protect you." he spits, looking down at you in disappointment.
"you're scaring me jj" you whine.
"why? i think you're being ungrateful." he whispers, looking down at you.
"you murdered him! jj you'll get in so much trouble, they'll know you did it!"
"no, manager man thought i left already..and i'll get him outta here so" he shrugs.
you whine again, eyes moving towards where danny was lying on the ground. jj snaps his fingers in front of your face to get you to pay attention to him again.
"what you want him? you liked that guy? huh?" he spits out frustratedly. you shake your head no, now too afraid to even speak "what so now im the bad guy? cause i got rid of him for YOU!" he shouts and you flinch, unsure of what to do now.
"you know what, fine, i think i deserve a little thank you don't you think?" he clenches his jaw again and yanks at your top pulling you to the other side of the counter, overlooking danny's corpse.
he bends you over and yanks your skirt down, you begin to cry when you realize what he's going to do. "no, jj no, i'm scared please" you sob too frozen in fear to move.
"you should see what i did with the rest of the bodies" he laughs quietly and reaches his hand around your waist to meanly grab your poor cunt, then pulling them to the side. you look down at the bloody dead body again and shut your eyes tight, then you feel jj's fat tip teasing your hole, sliding in your stickiness. "no, you are supposed to be my friend jj! friends don't do this!" you mewl.
he wraps his arm around your neck, trapping you in a headlock when he starts to push in to keep you from thrashing around. "shush, s'fine see? s'fine drama queen." he grunts in your ear, starting to slowly thrust in and out.
part of you wishes you had the strength to kick him off of you, but the other half is in heaven. "look at danny, you want him? wanna go to the prom with that? hmm?" he taunts, squeezing you tighter in the headlock with his beefy arms when you don't respond which makes you let out a whimpery moan.
"no! no, i don't wanna keep looking at him! it's making me sick!" you cry.
"i know, i know...grossing you out kinda turns me on though," he grunts again and laughs. he spits in his hand and uses that to sloppily rub your clit. the feeling of his spit mixed with your wetness makes you whine.
he keeps on pounding your pussy, letting you out of the headlock, and pushing your tits to press against the countertop. he smiles at all the little 'uh-uh's' you let out with each thrust.
"you feel better? yeah? you calm now?" he hums and brings his hand down to smack your ass causing you to squeal and push your ass out almost asking for more.
"yeah, i know mama, nobody's ever gonna touch you again kay?" his voice soft, making you nod slowly and dazed.
"say thank you and i'll let you cum." he pressures you, so close to spilling all over him.
"mmnnm jay-"
"use your manners c'mon" he cuts you off and brings his hand down again to start to rub your clit faster.
"thank you jayjay, thank you-" your cunt pulsing around his dick as you cum hard.
"atta girl, atta girl" he praises, then pushes into you harder than before, filling you up, and pulling out. he tucks himself away and moves your panties back to cover your cunt and to keep his cum and yours pooled in them. he pats your covered pussy and lets out a satisfied hum.
"go wait by the mall entrance n i'll take you home, jus' gonna get ridda this guy." he pats your ass and walks over to get rid of the bloody body. ᥫ᭡
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━━ my pov of ellie iii
warnings : use of yn, lowkey self inserted uhh, using spotify cause the blend thingy but PLEASE BOYCOTT SPOTIFY GUYS !!!
cr : @idontgetanysleep & pinterest for the pics
ellie's taglist (lmk if u wanna be add / remove) : @ellstronaut , @dinaissoprettyoml , @julienology , @euphternal , @sapphhicslut
also chat, boop me !!
part i ⟶ part ii
DAILY CLICK
DONT BUY TLOU
WAYS TO HELP PALESTINE
⭐️ she’s the type of person who is not into pda that much (but you guys still do pda like holding hands/hand on waist or shoulder & some kisses here n there) BUT SHE LOVE YOU LOUD & PROUDLY!!
🍮 all of her social media bios would be something like “taken by @yourtag” or “e + your initial : ♡” or “i love my wife” KNOWING DAMN WELL YALL ARE NOT MARRY (yet… 😏)
🕯️ her page would be filled with your pictures / something that has you in it. and would caption like “she saw it first” or “yn chose it for me” like okay we get it ellie 🙄✋
⭐️ GUYS HEAR ME OUT!!!! she’s the type that would wait for you to get ready and be like “oh it's okay, i can wait. just make sure to be safe & look pretty f’me” LIKE HIHIRHEUDBSOANA
🍮 would let you do her hair (tiny braids !!!)
🕯️ she so corny guys i just know it
⭐️ omg few months or maybe even weeks of you two talking she would be asking you if you have spotify (boycott spotify guys!!) and ask you if you wanna do a blend, she just wanna know you better through your music taste
🍮 WOULD TOTALLY FREAK OUT WHEN THE RESULTS ARE ABOVE 80 “she’s my soulmate, i knew it” and do hand YES! gesture thingy (pls know what im saying (◞‸◟) )
🕯️ why, just why, her gf had to live 34764482939 away from her!! (ellie is being dramatic but so real)
⭐️ WOULD LEARN YOUR FAV SONGS TO PLAY ON HER GUITAR AND SENT YOU VIDEOS OF HER PLAYING IT AND BE LIKE “for you, baby” or post it on her story and captioned (?) “for my girl @yourtag”
🍮 i know she makes a lot of playlists for you. started when you were her crush, then you were in the talking stage with her, then the two of you dating, then songs that reminded her of you
🕯️ SHE WOULD SING TO CLAIRO's SONGS WITH YOUU AND DANCING AROUND IN THE KITCHEN OR 3 AM TO THE SMITHS OMGOMG
⭐️ her home & lock screen is your picture, it doesn’t matter if the pictures of both of you tgt or just you.
🍮 matching stuff with you LIKE HELLO YES SHE LOVE IT !!!! immediately drop everything when you ask her if she wanna matches w you, per examples :
🕯️ she just a biggest simp ever!!!
⭐️ loveee calling you especially facetime, she just adore looking at your pretty face, your sweet smile & listen to your cute laughs every time ellie cracks a joke.
🍮 would cut & peel fruits for you, and you do it to her as well
🕯️ text you in 3 in the morning for her & you scolding her for not sleeping
⭐️ blurts out i love you one time and since then she just wont stop saying how much she loves you
🍮 since you guys are in ldr :(, ellie had to give you gifts & all that by giving you a package but the good thing is that you can keep the letters she wrote for you and the drawing she gave you as well !!
🕯️ HER FRICKING JOURNAL IS FULL WITH YOU..... not kidding...and some sweet details that she had noticed about you
⭐️ always tweeting how she wished she's with you and would diff tweet something like " 'if she wanted, she would', then WHY IS SHE NOT TELEPORTING HERE, NEXT TO ME, LAYIN ON MY ARM, WHYYY" (this is so me coded lol)
🍮 omg would do streaks with you to update abt each other's day and also locket
🕯️ timezone sucks so be ready to be wake to 99+ tiktoks ellie had sent you while you were sleeping. (you did the same thing too)
⭐️ movie night every friday !!
🍮 few years of ldr and both you & ellie had decided to moved in together
🕯️ would surprise you once in awhile and vice versa
⭐️ girly would treat the teddy bear that you gifted her like its her CHILD (it is)
🍮 ellie who loves you very dearly
🕯️ ellie is your girlfriend & also now, your roommate (hehe hinted)
REMINDER !!
that neil is a zionist and therefore dont buy his games, doesnt matter remastered or not !!!
before you leave, have you DONATE TO PALESTINE today? ITS FREE TOO !!
#written by ellslvr ❦#ellie williams#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams headcanons#ellie williams fluff#ellie williams x female reader#ellie williams x you#ellie williams x y/n#ellie williams imagine#ellie williams fanfiction#ellie x fem reader#ellie x reader
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Andy h x reader
I loveeeee the fics that are like the 5 times so and so ALMOST kissed And the time they did plzzzz something like that but if not. If you refuseeeeee I would loveee for a fic with like the station trying to set them up during Christmas with like mistletoe and stuff orrr just setting them up period with no Christmas teehee kinda a bit of a rant…
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Took us long enough
Andy Herrera x gn! reader
Summary: four times you and Andy almost kiss, and the one time you actually do
A/N: hello and tysm for the request!! I love these types of fics too (I'm actually writing one with another character) so this was super fun to make. I also tried to mix the two ideas together, hope you like it!
Warnings: alcohol intake, mutual pining, sex innuendos
Word count: 6326
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"oh captain my captain" your boots echoed into the kitchen as you made your presence known, leaning with your hands on the counter.
"I'm not your captain (Y/L/N), you know that" Andy replied, not raising her head from the toast she was preparing.
"but you're my favorite captain" you shrugged your shoulders, then quickly turned to look at the door "don't tell Sullivan I said that"
Her focus was still on your previous words, so she could only mindlessly laugh at that.
Andy was used to your flattery, this was definitely nothing new, but it never failed to make her blush.
"why are you here all alone by the way?" you asked, stealing her food.
"Hughes, Bishop and Miller are on a call, the others are doing chores. And that-" she slammed her hand on the counter "-is my breakfast"
You reached for the bowl in the middle of the marble top, grabbing an apple and handing it to the brunette
"here's your breakfast, no need to thank me"
Andy raised her eyebrows at your smirk, shifting her gaze from your eyes to the fruit next to your face.
"how's your butt? Birdie told me you fell down the stairs on the last call"
The last call you were on had a big case of termites, and no one living there ever bothered to do anything about it.
So, when you were called because they heard the floor squeaking and you tried to get the old lady out, the wooden stairs failed on you.
Thankfully no one got hurt, except your butt.
"oh my butt's just fine. I don't know if I can say the same about yours"
She tilted her head to the side, silently questioning you. Her lips curled into an amused smile.
"birdie told me," and you both knew you were referring to the same birdie
"you got lucky last night, some 'handsome hair guy' gave you his number" you took another bite of her, your, food.
"well, not that it's any of your business" Andy started and crossed her arms, drawing a step closer to you.
You two were nothing, you two have never been anything but friends. Close friends even, yea sure, but not even between best friends there's usually this...tension.
A touch of a hand or a brush of a shoulder, or the look of encouragement shared before going inside of burning building; all of this was definitely not just friendly, and you could both feel it.
But none of you ever acted on it, for whatever reason.
So, even though it was none of your business, Andy wanted to made sure you knew the truth.
"his number was all I got, I didn't call him"
"ohw, are you scared to go on a date Herrera?" you challenged, lowering your head so your faces were even closer. "is it been that long since your last kiss?"
In a way, you weren't wrong. In the last few months, whenever Andy tried to get with someone, let it be a one night stand or a coffee date, it never felt right.
And she never wanted to admit to herself why it felt wrong, so she just put the dating scene aside, avoiding casual hook ups and flirting with strangers.
But you weren't a stranger.
And to say the tension was a secret would be a great lie. Everyone with working eyeballs could see it, and they all had things to say about it too.
But they don't always notice when they're interrupting a moment,
like Travis right now, barging into the room with his loud voice.
"what's for breakfast? I'm so hun- oh"
he stopped in his tracks, after seeing the position you two were in, making you take a step back from each other.
"did I interrupt something, cause I can go back and we can pretend I was never here"
"no nothing happ-, don't worry about it Travis" you waved your toast in the air, dismissing his entertained expression.
Andy brought her hands on her hips, still trying to wrap her head about what could have happened.
"and there's nothing for breakfast, it was Miller's turn but he's on a call"
The woman then turned to you, and leaned over you to grab the apple you offered her moments ago.
"you're lucky if you can make yourself a toast"
It was meant for Travis, but she never took her eyes off you, watching you take the last bite of her food, smirk on your lips.
2
Vic's posture was slouched and her lips were slightly moving as she counted the money in her hands.
You entered the break room and took a seat on the sofa across from her.
"are you handing out free cash?"
She didn't take her eyes off the bills, afraid she might lose count.
"I'm handling a bet actually, don't distract me"
At that, you let out a sound of surprise, clearly exited
"who are we betting on? I want in"
"I don't you can, since we're betting on you" Vic counted the money again, then put it in her back pocket.
"when are you going to man up and ask Andy out?"
You groaned at her words, throwing your head back onto the backrest of the couch.
"why are you even betting on that? I'm not going to, we're just friends"
It took Vic all her strength not to burst out laughing at you. And you don't think you would have blamed her either.
"alright. Who says I will?"
"oh everyone actually" she shrugged her shoulders, plainly amused by your reaction, "we're just betting on when it's going to happen"
"you're impossible" you replied, knowing damn well you would have loved this bet if it were about anyone else.
"and you're in love with Andy" she accused, slapping your shoulder.
And while you were having this conversation, Andy's day was not going very differently.
"I'm not in love with (Y/N), Maya"
Andy and Maya were assigned with cleaning the lockers room and the blonde tried to make it not so boring with some light conversation, except it wasn't all that fun to the other woman.
"oh come on everyone can see that"
"then everyone is blind" she stopped removing dust from one of the helmets to look at her best friend.
"why are you so persistent on denying it Andy?" the task at hand was long gone by now, and the two were just talking
"You used to tell me everything about Gibson or Tanner or anyone, why won't you tell me about them?"
"because-" the brunette raised her arms in the air, one of her hands still holding the rag she was using to clean the gear
"there's nothing to talk about, we're just friends"
Maya wanted to scoff, or laugh at her face, but much like Vic did, she kept to herself, returning her attention to her assignment.
"besides, why are you so sure they're into me?" she asked after a second of silence, keeping her eyes on the dirty lockers.
If you were into her, she wanted to know. Just out of curiosity, nothing more.
The other firefighter raised an eyebrow, then proceeded to shrug, before answering.
"the way they look at you, the way they talk to you, the way they look at your-" she was stopped just in time by the shirt Andy threw at her face.
"that's just...flirting" Andy tried to justify your behavior, but for some reason she didn't believe it, didn't want to
"they're flirty, I'm flirty, it's just a way to keep things interesting around here. Sorry you're too uptight to understand that"
"oh I'm too uptight?" Maya pointed a finger at herself, laughing in disbelief.
"okay so you're telling me," she put the false accusation aside
"that if you let your hair down, undid a couple of buttons, and swayed your hips, they wouldn't try to sleep with you? not even try to kiss you?" she challenged, pointing with her fingers at every part of her body she was talking about.
Maya enjoyed the hesitation on Andy's face.
"no, they wouldn't." she settled on.
"okay. Let's test it out"
"what?"
"let's test it out" the blonde repeated "and if they really don't try anything, I'll stop insisting"
Andy bit the inside of her cheeks, pondering her answer. She really wanted to get Maya off her back, but she didn't know if she was ready to face the truth.
"(Y/L/N), lieutenant Herrera wants to see you, in the lockers room" Maya's head appeared into the break room, making Vic raise her eyebrows and voice her thoughts in a teasing tone.
"wonder what the lieutenant wants in the room where everyone goes to get naked"
"you're insufferable" you glared at the woman, getting up from the couch. You would have said something else, but by Maya's choise of words it was probably something important, so you let her go.
"thanks Bishop" you nodded your head, exiting the room.
Unbeknownst to you, as soon as they were left alone, the two women instantly started gossiping about their recent conversations.
"lieutenant, Bishop said you wanted to see me?" you asked as you appeared into the room.
"lieutenant? so I'm not your captain anymore, (Y/L/N)?"
You were left with your mouth agape for a couple of seconds, you only called her that way when the situation wasn't serious.
"you..needed my help, as my lieutenant?"
"I needed your advice actually, on something not really work related" she explained, and you relaxed a bit.
"sure, ask away" you shrugged, leaning your back on one of the lockers.
"you think this is appropriate, for a date?" she opened her arms to better show her outfit, which was just her uniform. The only thing that really changed was her wavy hair, now free from the ponytail she always had at work.
You blinked a few times, before nodding
"uh I guess? perfect for an after shift day"
"do I know them?" she saw you fiddle with one of the hanging coats, but she didn't mention it, "another firefighter? someone you met at the bar, or-"
you turned to look at her, "mister 'handsome hair guy', you finally called him?"
"are you jealous, (Y/L/N)?" Andy squinted her eyes, and made a show of crossing her arms, making you follow the movement.
That was a big mistake, because now you were hyper aware of the few buttons missing from her shirt.
She took a step closer.
"why would I?" you licked your lips, and mimicked her action. Neither of you noticed, but those two steps were enough to get the two of you face to face.
"do you want me, to be jealous?" you lowered your voice, two of your fingers slipping into the loop of her pants, pulling her towards you.
"I-" her breath seemed to get stuck in her throat and her arms threatened to fall to her sides.
"(Y/N).." she whispered, and you could feel the word on your lips.
"Aid car 19. Medical response requested" the loud voice echoed into the silent locker room, but it didn't interrupt your staring contest.
"I'm on aid car today" you explained, and you knew you could get an earful from captain Sullivan if you didn't run to the truck right that instant, but you couldn't get your legs to move.
And Andy wasn't helping at all.
"I know"
"Aid car 19. Medical response requested"
"(Y/L/N), you ready?" you heard another voice yell from the other room.
This time, you took a step back.
"coming Warren" you yelled back, making sure he heard you.
"I have to go" you said, with more urgency then before, and all you got back was a distant nod.
"you'd look great in anything, by the way" you added once you had one foot out of the door, then shut it quickly behind you, missing the blush that covered Andy's cheeks at your comment.
3
The sound of the big door opening and the motor of the engine shutting off made your ears perk up, and you turned to see half the team getting out of the truck.
The captain instantly went to his office, but that's where he always was when he wasn't on a call, so that didn't surprise you.
What surprised you was that a certain brunette didn't even spare you a glance, going up the stairs.
You furrowed your eyebrows at her behavior, but you couldn't catch her attention as the man on the phone was still talking your ear off, and you were trying really hard not to be rude.
"and I'm sorry that happened, sir, but you can't call the fire department for something like this" you pinched the bridge of your nose, hoping to end this as soon as possible.
When he repeated the same problem for the third time you restrained a groan, leaning back on the chair, making someone laugh behind you.
You craned your neck to look at her, then motioned for her to come closer with your hand.
"there's nothing we can do sir, if someone stole your car you need to call the police, not us"
Maya laughed again at your words, leaning on the counter beside the phone.
"yes, yes, hope you can get it back, yes, goodbye" your tone grew more impatient with every word, until you finally ended the call, slamming the phone back on the table.
"desk duty is so fun right?" she mocked you, and she was less then effected by your glare.
"yea sure, that's what I dreamed about when I applied to be a firefighter" sarcasm laced your answer.
"hey uhm" you stalled for a second, Maya was acting normally, but it was very weird for Andy to ignore you, unless she wasn't in the mood to interact with anyone
"did anything happen on the last call?"
You saw her shake her head, almost confused by the question.
"I don't know, Andy seemed weird. But, she probably didn't see me" you tried to reason, but Maya nodding her head made you rethink what you said.
"nothing happened, but you should go talk to her"
Even though her words did nothing but fuel your confusion, you briefly thanked her, then went up the stairs.
You mindlessly played with your fingers as you paced back and forth in the hallway; despite Maya's words, you still didn't know if bothering Andy would be a great idea.
Maybe she wanted her space, that's why she ran straight to her room, or maybe she didn't have the courage to ask for the help she needed.
While your head was busy thinking about different scenarios, your feet made the decision for you, stopping you in your tracks, and your knuckles tapped two times on the wooden door.
Andy heard you calling out her name, and much like you did moments ago, debated whether or not to let you in.
A whole minute has passed with her biting her lip in thought, and keeping her eyes everywhere but on the door itself.
And when she finally made her decision, she was afraid it was now too late.
"come in"
To her surprise, you had been standing there the whole time, turning the handle at her words, and stepping slowly into the room.
She moved to one side of the bed, to make room for you. And you mimicked her position, leaning your back on the wall.
Since you didn't know what she needed just yet, you meant to stay silent, but she was the first one to break the silence.
"she would have died"
She kept her gaze ahead, even when your head turned to look at her.
"if the team followed my lead, she would have died."
"what are you saying Andy?" you whispered, noticing how she took her time to form words; and when she did, her words were hardly coherent.
"on the call, Sullivan asked me if I had a plan, and I had one. But we ended up doing as he said" she paused, her gaze falling to the hands on her lap "and thank god we did, because if we waited like i suggested she would have died. And it would have been my fault"
"but she didn't"
"yea because I'm not a captain, (Y/N)" for the first time she looked back at you, with furrowed eyebrows and a pleading look in her eyes.
"I've been so fixated on thinking I should be the captain because my dad was, that maybe- maybe I don't deserve it" she concluded, lightly shaking her head.
It was no secret that having Sullivan as a captain has been hard on everyone. You could handle a strict leadership, sure, you were used to hostile situations anyway, but this team has always felt like a home, and someone suddenly entered the family, altering its balance.
And it was definetly no secret that the one who has suffered the most from it was Andy. She had to see her father step down, and the station she grew up in being commanded by someone else, someone who knew nothing about any member of the team.
She tried not to let it show, always claiming she accepted the change, and just wanted to make a good impression on the new captain.
But you could see how it was eating her alive.
You reached for her hand, linking your fingers together. You didin't say anything, waiting for her to look at you, and she did.
"we don't know what could have happened" you whispered "maybe you would have changed your mind halfway through, or you would have taken your teammate idea and changed the plan. You would have saved her, I'm sure of it"
Judging by her silence, you thought she was considering your words, until you heard her take a sharp breath in, and her hand in yours briefly loosened it's grip.
She was finding it harder and harder to keep eye contact, she felt the corners of her eyes burning, and if it were anyone else right now she would have just asked them to leave.
But you weren't anyone else, and she found herself hanging onto your every word, your tone showing a warmth only the touch of your hand could recreate, and with the way you were looking at her, she has never felt more naked, more vulnerable.
"you don't know that" she breathed out, sounding almost defeated.
"no I don't" you admitted, because you didn't. "but I know that you would have done anything in your power to save everyone, like you always do, as a captain or a lieutenant or as a person. I would follow you into a building on the verge of collapsing if you told me to do so, which could happen tomorrow" she lightly chucked, knowing this was a very plausible scenario.
Your tone became serious again, "because I know you pondered every other possibility, and I trust you to make the right choice." your tongue came out to swipe against your lips, and Andy couldn't help but follow the action with her eyes
"I mean it when I say you're the best captain this station could ever have"
"(Y/N)..." she didn't know why she called your name, you were right there, but you were the only thing on her mind at this point.
You were so close to her, she just head to tilt her head and she would feel the lips that uttered such comforting words on hers.
But when she scooted closer, or maybe it was your doing, you blinked rapidly, almost as if you just realized what was about to happen, then cleared your throat.
"you should get some sleep"
You almost regretted your words as you took in the hurt expression on her face. You would have wanted nothing more than to allow her to zero the distance, to finally give clarity to this weird relationship between you two, but you didn't want to take advantage of her vulnerable state, and confuse the need of comfort with love.
"I'll see you after my shift?" you forced yourself to ask as you got up from her bed when she made no move to talk.
"yea" she only noticed you getting to her door when her hand started to get cold again.
"thank you"
"anytime" you replied softly, then closed the door behind you.
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You took another sip from your cold beer, while you leaned your back on the wall.
You stopped interacting with the others a little while ago, just content with listening to them talk.
To be honest you weren't really following what they were saying, all became a blur to you after the second, or the third beer, but you could recognize their light tones and careless laughs, making you feel at ease.
You could make out Travis and Jack's voice, with some interventions from Dean here and there, probably warning them not to get their feet on his coffee table.
You could also make out the sound of the water by the deck slowly moving with the wind.
The one sound that came crystal clear to your ears was a certain brunette's laugh as she talked with her friend a few feet away from you.
Even if Andy, and Vic for that matter, caught you looking in their direction multiple times, you could just say that you were looking at the water behind them, not that they would believe you. Vic definitely wouldn't.
As you raised the bottle to your lips you found your mouth empty, and a little frown took over your face.
You didn't bother warning the others, it's not like you were participating in the conversation, and headed inside.
And once you were back in the house the lack of the wind running through your hair made your cheeks feel really warm, making you realize they were probably red on the outside.
You actually went inside to get another beer or something to eat, but once your eyes landed on it, you couldn't resist the couch in the middle of the room.
"careful with your head like that, you might throw up"
it was only a few seconds of you sitting on the couch with your head leaned back in the air over the headrest until you heard her soft voice, and her heels coming closer to you.
"and you followed me to make sure I wouldn't?" you changed position, guided by her hand on the back of your neck, and saw her sitting next you.
"it was more so you wouldn't get another beer" she chuckled, turning so her middle was facing you.
"I wasn't going to get another beer" you lied.
She began speaking again, about what you didn't know, you weren't even sure she was talking; you could just see the way her lips moved, lips that had much more lipstick earlier this evening, she must have removed it by accident with a napkin after eating.
Her makeup was still on point though, you saw her subtly checking it with her phone before, but you were too far away to tell her it was perfect.
You were used to her wearing make up, she did that for a night out or, in this case, when you had little parties at Dean's house.
But there was one thing you didn't see often.
"what are thinking about?" her words finally entered your brain, making you blink rapidly.
Your voice came out slightly unsteady, but Andy was the only one to notice
"your hair"
"my hair?" she raised her eyebrows, cackling.
Between the alcohol turning your gears and her laugh stopping them, you struggled to find your next words "yea it's-" you scooter closer, one hand reaching to twirl a lock of her hair between your fingers "-different, I like it on you"
She got out a small "thank you" as she saw you playing with the ends of her curly hair, and she could feel your breath on her collarbone from the way you were leaning into her.
"sorry, I don't want to ruin it" you apologized, letting your hand fall next to her thigh.
When you raised your head to look at her you found her really close to your face, lips mere inches away from each other.
"it's okay" she reassured in a whisper, but she had a feeling your head was somewhere else.
In a bold act, probably guided by the alcohol, you propped yourself up on the couch to get even closer to the brunette, and closed your eyes.
You opened them again when you felt a hand on your chest, Andy's fingers gently grabbing the fabric of your shirt.
Her mouth was still agape, trying to grasp the right words.
"you're drunk" she whispered, but it felt more like an inconvenience rather than a statement.
She didn't give you time to reply and just got up from the couch, excusing herself as she went back outside.
Even after you were left alone, your eyes were still on the same spot were Andy was seated, trying to translate abstract thoughts.
Then, letting out a big sigh, you resumed your position on the couch.
And suddenly, the alcohol in your system wasn't nearly enough to stop you from realizing what you just did.
And how Andy reacted.
You felt the couch dip beside you, and it was only then you reopened your eyes, finding Maya next to you.
You two sat silently for a while, she didn't drink as much as you did, but you could see the light redness on her cheeks and her relaxed eyebrows.
She probably came in here to get away from the voices that seemed to get louder every second; as some of them tended to get loud when drunk.
You cleared your throat, but your voice still came out in a whisper.
"I almost kissed her"
And if you weren't so distracted you would have slapper her for the surprised laugh she let out
"you what?"
"I almost kissed her" you repeated, this time louder "and she pulled away"
While you were looking at the ceiling you missed the way the blonde fully turned her body towards you, adjusting one leg under the other. She squinted her eyes, almost hoping you were so drunk it was all just incoherent blabbing
"what do you mean she pulled away?"
"she pulled away, she rejected me, she refused me, she turned me down- is it clear now?" you asked sarcastically, placing the empty bottle that was still in your hand on the coffee table in front of you.
The blonde furrowed her eyebrows, deeply confused with this turn of events.
"...Andy?"
"yes Maya, Andy. Who do you think I'm in love with?" normally you would have never let something so big slip, especially when she was in the other room, but you were too drunk and confused and hurt and tired to care about filtering your words.
Thankfully she didn't make it a big deal, and tried her best to comfort you. Truth was, Maya herself didn't know how to help you, she was so sure Andy had feelings for you that she couldn't think of any reason why she did what she did.
So, when they all got back inside to end the night and Andy saw you sleeping on her shoulder, and offered to drive you home, Maya tightened the hold on your shirt, stating you didn't need it, and you could just sleep at Dean's for the night.
You made sure to thank Maya the morning after at the station, while feeling a pair of eyes on the back of your back.
5
After the "accident" at Dean's house, you expected Andy to treat you differently, or even to avoid you, but to your surprise she acted normally around you.
Or at least she tried to.
While you tried to pretend nothing ever happened that night, for Andy's sake, Andy couldn't stop thinking about it.
It was not the first time you almost kissed, so it shouldn't bother her this much; but it was the first time she pulled away.
This time there was no call, no one entering the room, no one interrupting them but herself.
She tried telling herself that you didn't really want it, that you were too drunk to actually realize what you tried to do, but it was all just an excuse not to blame herself.
Every time you looked at her she couldn't get the image of your eyes closed and your red cheeks out of her head, every time you talked to her, Andy couldn't stop thinking about how you so softly complimented her hair, and it was becoming harder and harder not to confront you.
But thankfully, with your line of work, she was able to put personal business aside and just treat you like a coworker.
"(Y/L/N), Bishop, what's the situation?" your lieutenant asked through the radio.
She was assigned by the captain to the hoses outside the condo with Montgomery and Hughes, while you and Maya had to go inside the building to check where the smoke was coming from.
"we're on the fifth floor for now, there's still no fire but I'm starting to smell the smoke" the blonde replied, before shutting down the communication.
"you know what I was thinking about" she started, casting you a quick look and seeing your raised eyebrow through the mask before continuing "Andy's been acting weird around you"
"yea I wonder why" you sarcastically remarked, ignoring her laugh.
"no I mean, good weird. She looks at you more from across the room, she always seats beside you during breakfast, she asks you how you are during a call" she finished, referring to what she did a few seconds ago.
"she asked us" you clarified "and she is not acting any different, you're seeing things"
Not that Maya told you, but after that night Andy came to her to confide in her best friend, and finally told her the truth.
"I think you should tell her how you feel, maybe she just needs to hear you say it" she encouraged you, now that she knew both sides she couldn't help but try to push you in the right direction and end this endless pining.
Without stopping, you answered "oh you want me to be direct? Sure" you mimicked her action, shrugging your shoulders "do you remember when I tried to kiss you and you pulled away? yea well, I wanted to tell you that I really like you, in case you wanted to turn me down a second time."
You scoffed at your own words and turned a corner, but when you saw her stopping in her tracks you also stopped, confused.
"there's the smoke" she announced, making you look at the apartment at the end of the hallway, and while she ran towards the door, you opened your radio.
"captain, we found the source, east side of the building. We're going in"
Turns out the apartment belonged to a single mother and while she was distracted by her kids the stove she was cooking breakfast on caught on fire, and the flames instantly engulfed the door, forcing her to hide in the other room with her two boys.
While Maya helped the woman and the kids evacuate the building, you stayed behind to extinguish what was left of the fire.
After receiving confirmation that there wasn't anyone else left in the apartment, you got out of the building to finally get some fresh air.
You sat at the back of the engine, with the oxygen mask covering half of your face. You were looking in front of you at the smoke slowly disappearing when suddenly someone blocked the sun from hitting the side of your face, making you look up at her.
"you're using our vics' masks" Andy leaned on the door of truck, but made no move to grab the device.
"oh I didn't know-" you went to take it off your face, but her hand on your wirst and her laugh stopped you.
"I'm kidding, they used it while you were inside." she explained with a smile. But then it seemed to falter for a second "are you okay? Maya said it shouldn't have taken you that long to extinguish the fire. I could have sent someone up to help you."
You closed one eye and furrowed your eyebrows when her new position exposed you to the sun once again, but you kept on looking at her with the other eye.
You found it cute how she offered you help without realizing she couldn't have made that decision by herself anyway.
"don't worry about it captain, I was just checking for any gas leaks" the fake title rolling off your tongue as sweetly as the last time you used it a couple of weeks ago.
She saw you putting the oxygen mask behind you and let her gaze fall to the ground. When she finally told Maya how she feels about you, the blonde never revealed what she knew about your own feelings, and only told her to "go for it", which didn't help. at all.
"what's up with you?" your fingers reached for her belt loops and brought her closer. Andy widened her eyes slightly in surprise but when she noticed your relazed eyebrows, she realized you just moved her to block the sun.
"what do you mean? I'm fine" she knew it was useless with you, but she still tried to play dumb.
"I know you Andy, I can see when you're lost in your thoughts"
You gave her time to answer but she took it to look at your features.
The full face mask you wore before made your hair messier that they normally were, and your uniform had now dust and ash traces. Since her body covered the sun from hitting your face she couldn't see the brightness she was used to admire in your eyes, but they still held the same softness they always held while you were looking at her.
What she couldn't really take her eyes off where your cheeks. Being close to the fire made your body temperature grow, and gave your cheeks the same hue they had the night at Dean's house.
And that made Andy think.
Maybe your action weren't completely controlled by the alcohol.
In a spur of confidence, Andy grabbed your rosy cheeks, bringing you closer to her. And suddenly, much to your surprise, her lips where on yours.
You put one hand behind you so you wouldn't fall on your back with the force she was using, while your other hand went to reach behind her neck.
Andy could almost taste the smoke you inhaled minutes before, but the fact that you were kissing her back was enough to make up for it.
When she pulled away and straightened her back from the uncomfortable arch it was in, you slowly reopened your eyes and you honestly couldn't tell who looked more surprised.
"I thought-" the hand on your cheeck was making it just that bit harder for you to think "when I tried to kiss you-"
"you were drunk" she replied "I wasn't sure you really wanted it and I didn't want to finally kiss you when you wouldn't be able to remember the next day"
You kept looking between her eyes during the explanation, your hand going back to her waist mid speech.
"I will definitely remember now" you remarked, before pulling her in a second kiss.
Before you could detach yourself from her lips, you heard someone's footsteps coming towards you, then a loud cheer sounded from behind Andy.
"I see you two finally did it"
"and now I don't have to keep your secrets anymore" Maya added, following Vic.
"wait you knew? why didn't you tell me, Andy?" Vic looked between the two women,
"because you suck at keeping secrets Vic" the woman next to you answered, crossing her arms. She shifted her weight, slightly leaning into you hand still resting on her side.
"you really do, Vi" you chuckled, backing Andy up.
"yea whatever you know what?" she pointed at the both of you "I still won the bet, so thank you anyway, love birds" Vic proudly announced, but before getting in the back of the engine, she turned to the blonde once again
"and you're not getting anything, since you already knew"
At that, Maya groaned, following her "oh come on, that's not fair"
Their argument got lost on you as you turned back to look at Andy, who looked both amused and confused. She probably wasn't aware of the bet.
You got up and kissed her cheek to bring her attention back to you.
"do you want to drive?" she asked after a second, knowing that with her as lieutenant you'd sit next to her.
"yea, I'd like that. And,"
you took a step forward, your lips hovering hers "we can talk about this later?"
She nodded with a smile, but when she tried to close the distance, Travis honking from the aid car startled her.
He was a few meters away, so he wasn't able to see what was happening, or he would have never interrupted.
But Andy decided right this moment that she didn't want to get interrupted by anyone anymore, so she put her arms around your neck, and leaned in to kiss you again.
"let's go back, before we get another call" she spoke up once she separated from you, then walked past you to get into the passenger's seat.
And as soon as you started the engine, you heard Andy's incredulous voice, making you laugh out loud
"why did no one tell me about the bet?"
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Hello ! Could I request a scenario about rusty James where he’s been interested in reader for a quite a long time and it shows, (like for example he’s always around her, always flirting and very jealous when other boys talk to her….) and while she feels the same for him, she thinks he’s not serious about it and is just messing around with her like as if it was some sick bet made by his friends, so she’s trying her best to look unfazed and uninterested in him….it could be a bit angsty with a splat of insecurities and jealousy but at the end they kinda confess to each other (?) and it’s all good….hope this all is understandable sorry if it’s too much 😭💔
This is so cute my loveee <3 (Also this length is just PERFECT! I love when people send long requests with details, it gives me more visuals and I can achieve the goal better when people are specific. <3
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🍒 ;↣(You're not mean, you just wanna be seen. You're so Art Deco.)
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Rusty James didn't think he was mean.
In fact, he thought he was pretty nice compared to the other people around town.
Rusty got on the bus, and he just so happened to be the second person on the bus, aside from you.
He could've sat anywhere he wanted. And even if he wasn't the second person on the bus and didn't have much options of seats to choose from, he'd just beat the tar outa someone for it.
At least, that was your impression of him.
But he chose to sit right next to you.
Your breath stiffened as you paused your sketching. Starting to close your sketchbook before he started talking.
"What're you drawin'?" He asked, grabbing the book from your hands gently.
You stayed silent as he flipped through the pages carefully.
You were embarrassed and wanted to move seats as soon as possible.
You knew rusty James and he knew you. Y'all rode the same bus since kindergarten.
He looked through the detailed drawings of people that rode the bus with the two of you everyday, and stop signs that the bus came across at the end of every street.
"How come I ain't in here, huh?" He asked with a small smirk, his brown eyes looking deeply into yours.
You finally realised the question he asked and stuttered out an answer.
"U-uhm. I don't know. Just never thought about drawin' you I guess." You grabbed your sketchbook from his hands, putting it in your bag.
He nodded, knowing you were nervous.
Hell, he was just as nervous as you. He's always been like that around you, but never showed it.
Another person got on the bus, the doors drawing opening as the bus shook with every footstep.
"Hey Rusty. Hi Y/n, how was your weekend?" Steve asked you two, smiling ear to ear.
You really liked Steve. He was very kind, good grades and all. And you always wondered what he was doing hanging around with the mean dogs. Rusty James being one of them.
"Hi Steve, it was good. Yours?" You smiled back at him, giving him the same kindness.
"Mine was good. What about you rusty? Anything fun?"
Rusty shook his head, his hair waving back and forth as he did.
"Nah, man. Same old stuff." He leaned back against the seat that the two of you shared.
Steve went to go back to the front, where he usually sat, Rusty turning to look at you once he did.
"What about you, doll? Anything fun?" He smirked as you tried to ignore his ways of tempting you with his voice. His voice was one of a kind and you loved it so much, it was sickening.
"Nah. Just chilled all weekend. Smoked, watched TV, art. Nothin real special." You leaned your head against the window.
He perked up slightly as he heard you mention drinking and smoking.
"Wow, man. All these years that I've known you, my love. I've never heard of you being a smoker." He got closer with every word, his breath hitting your neck slightly, the air on your neck making you shiver as it tickled, before you pushed him away gently.
"Alright Rusty James. You can cut the crap now. You can pretend you got what you wanted and go back to sit with your buddies." You said, putting your walkman on as you looked out the window.
His eyes flashed a hurt expression before going back to their regular stare. He got up, grabbing his backpack as he went to the front, his friends patting his back.
He ignored the attention from his buddies as he kept making glances at you the whole ride to school. The flirty gestures didn't stop when you two got to school either. He threw an arm over your shoulder, making your face turn a gentle pink as he showed off his smirk proudly.
"Rusty what are you doing?" You forced out.
"What, man? I can't walk my bestie to class? Isn't that what you girls want these days? A gentleman?" He says with a chuckle.
You rolled your eyes as you took his arm off your shoulder, only for him to do it again.
"You are no gentleman, Rusty James. And I am most certainly not your 'bestie'. So hit the road."
"Well i've known you since we were five. That has to count for somthin', ma." He said with a bright smile.
You scoffed.
"We've known a lot of people since they were 5. We are at school. And I am not 'Ma' to you. I have a name and you know it. So use it."
"Oh I can use it alright. Meet me in the bathroom, ma." He said jokingly.
You flicked his nose. He sucked his teeth before taking his arm from over your shoulder as he just walked beside you.
"Well at least let me walk you to class." He said with soft eyes.
You looked at him with a debating expression on your face, wondering if you should take the bait or not.
"You mess up Rusty James and I'm gonna kick your ass." You say before walking as he smiled again, knowing you gave in.
"Yes ma'am." He said, walking beside you.
The two of you walked through the crowded hallway, people giving you odd stares. A few of Rusty's friends walk up to him, doing a handshake before talking about skipping.
"Can't, Walkin' her to class." He said, holding onto your backpack so he didn't lose you in the crowd.
His friends let out a series of "What?" and "Her?" as they pointed to your figure.
"Rusty, i'm gonna be lete if you don't hurry. Mr Coplin don't play about being tardy. I'm already on my second strike." You said, trying to get him to start walking.
He shook his friends off, walking with you. He watched as your hair flowed over your shoulders as you tried to make it to class on time.
Luckily you did. Right on time.
"Thank you for the tour of the school. Now will you leave me alone?" You said, unpacking your bag.
"Hey man, Watch it I'm sensitive." He said, his hand touching his chest.
You roll your eyes before siting down at your desk.
"Alright. I'll see you at lunch, ma." He said, twirling your hair before running off into the hallway, leaving you in your own train of thought as you process what just happened.
You were so confused. He barely talked to you. The only memory of talking to him was in kindergarten when you let him use your crayons or let him share your sleeping mat during naptime when he lost his. You were deeply in love with him but you already knew that it was just some cruel, sick joke to him. Probably one that his friends talked him into.
Rusty walked through the hallway, saying "hey" to friends as he walked by to his class.
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It was lunch period and you sat down at a random table, taking out your packed lunch.
Which was just a sad sandwich that you made this morning, and some apple slices.
A boy sat next to you, starting to talk to you.
You weren't that interested in talking to him and you would've rather talked to Rusty about strippers and beer than talking about the war of 1812.
The kid was cut off by a hand tapping his shoulder.
"Hey. Hop up, man. I'm sittin' with her today." Rusty James said to him, before blowinng a kiss at you.
Rusty couldn't stand the sight of someone taking you from him and thinking it wouldn't be dealt with.
The kid rolled his eyes and left, his seat replaced by Rusty, looking through your sketchbook again.
He was in awe when he saw a new portrait of him.
"This me? Pretty cute, right?" He said smirking at you.
"If you say so." You laughed.
He gasped at you, making you laugh again.
"Come on. You know you think I'm cute."
You blushed before hiding it.
"Do I, though?" You smirk at him before getting up to go to the bathroom, Rusty following right behind you before pinning you to the wall gently.
"Rusty what is with you today? You have been so flirty and I don't get it. It's honstly starting to scare me." You say confused.
"Maybe because I like you, doll." He says, playing with your hair.
"Okay rusty you can drop it now. It's not funny anymore. I get the joke now." You said, not finding him playing with your emotions that funny anymore.
"What jo- you think i'm lyin, doll?" He said, leaning against the wall next to you.
"Well, I mean.. Yeah I do. The only time you've ever even talked to me was when I shared my stupid crayons and stupid sleeping mat in kingergarten." You snapped, not looking at him.
"Yeah and ever since I have been in love with you, huh? You believe that one? Because it's the truth." He said angrily.
You didn't look at him as you began to cry silently. You didn't understand why he was playing with your emotions like he was.
"Hey, man. I'm sorry for actin like that. Please look at me, doll." He said softer.
You hesitantly looked at him, only to be met with those beautiful brown eyes you knew.
"I don't know who told you I was lyin, but I'm not. I love you so much, doll." He said, finishing off his words with a passionate kiss, his hands getting tangled In your hair as you kissed back.
"Rustle James! My office now!" The principle yelled through the hallways.
"Alrigh alright! I'm comin'! Love ya doll." He said before pressing a kiss to your lips once more, then running off. Smarting off to the principle as he got onto him about something he's done.
"Yeah yeah. Whatever." He said before blowing you a kiss.
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I hope you like it! Also please do send more whoever you are because I LOVED this fic as you can tell I put my whole heart into it lol. <3
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I've vaguely mentioned her in a previous post but here's my Welcome Home OC/ Self-C. Her name is Emira. Emira Eagerly. Emi for short. Alike me, she uses all pronouns, (she/he/they), and is genderfluid. Oh! And after realizing her design was alike the Joyfuls, i decided she'd be related to them somehow. Like, first cousin once removed, maybe?.
Anygay, this is just an art/info dump to get her out there, i didn't feel like curating a post to get likes, so yuh.
I'll be using she/her pronouns for Emi only so it doesn't get confusing xd // the green text is kinda like the words i exaggerated while theoretically talking
Here's my first real sketches of her <33
Ignore the crappy Julie drawing lmao. I made a poopy mini comic about Emi getting a haircut.
I do heavily multiship WH characters. Mostly me multishipping Wally x Julie, Julie x Sally, and Wally having a crush on Eddie (the other characters i ship aren't multiships, just regular ones like Poppy x Howdy and Frank x Eddie). This is all to say that i also multiship Wally alot. And so, i both hc him as pan and ship him with my own OC (and some other peoples' OCs that are really cute). I also hc Wally as having a bit of a preference to guys, sooo, when Emi cut her hair, Wals was like awooga.
And yea, that's basically what the mini comic was. Emi cut her hair and this caused Wally to start crushing a little.
Colored!!
I think atp i did figure out that i wanted Emi to be a fashion designer/ seamstress.
Other outfits!! Yippie!! - I really love the party outfit. The shoes, ahhg! I wish they really existed.
Hehe, lil (crappy) sktech :·)
Oh yeah, i kind of had the idea of Wally drawing out the patterns for Emira when she was overwhelmed with ideas and didn't know where to start on an outfit. She'd just waffle about her ideas with Wally. Probably assumed he was drawing an apple or something, but oh? What's this? You drew a whole template for the dress i was rambling on and on about!! Thank you, Wally!
Her house :·)
AHHHH i love this drawing!!! Em and Emi, Emira and Emira, she and he, they and they, idc how to describe it, just.. genderfluidness!? And also, the outfits!! I just loved drawing them, I'd hella wear them irl. Especially the belt. I wish i had that 1970s belt irl!! I also loveee how she has longer hair and shorter at some point, meaning i can basically give her any hairstyle i want in my art!! It doesn't have to be consistent (unless it's a comic) - :·)) // this took me about 3hrs. And i barely took any breaks, that's how much i enjoyed drawing her!! Ahhh!!!
I was just looking through Pinterest and got the inspiration!! Well no, not just that. I failed to mention b4 that I'd like to think in the WH Halloween special, Emi attempted to dress up as a biblically accurate angle.. but it scared the kids tm (not actually, it mostly scared Frank) so she changed!! Her alternative costume was a clown!!. - And while, no, i didn't draw her as a biblically accurate angle, i did still make her an angle!! :·)
I do like this drawing, butttt my original sketch was way more expressive than this one. My second sketch was definitely more stiff, however i still went with it bc the first sketch was kinda wonky when flipped. Whoopies!!
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Now i can ramble about Emi wayyyy more. I have so many more headcannons, comics, and crappy little drawing not shown here but this post is getting to long!! Buh bye, now loves <33!!!
#welcome home#wally darling#art dump#my oc shit#crazed ramblings#idrk what to tag this#i talk too much#julie joyful#self insert#Emira Eagerly
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hiii ♪( ´▽｀) i’m hoping to get a romantic matchup for tokyo revengers, please? ♡ i would prefer a male match for this series~
my pronouns are she/her, my personality type is INFP, and my enneagram is 9w1. my sun sign is libra, moon sign is scorpio, and venus sign is virgo. i’m 5’6”, wear glasses, and have long-ish split dyed orange and purple hair and brown eyes. i love getting my hair dyed all kinds of different colors and will probably never again be seen with just my natural hair color lol. for my personality, i’m incredibly socially anxious and have OCD, i would consider myself kind of lazy and very indecisive, but also friendly, empathetic, and super affectionate/cuddly, i love hugs and holding hands especially (〃ω〃) very rarely will i make the first move to talk to someone, that usually only happens if i decide at first glance/meeting that i really REALLY like them, and sometimes even then i won’t. and even if someone new talks to me first, i generally won’t contribute much to the conversation unless we’re talking about one of my hardcore interests or i feel like we really click/they have an energy that makes me feel comfortable talking to them. i always joke that there’s a specific type of extrovert (not to say that it couldn’t be an introvert as well though!) that can get me to like and talk to them easily, otherwise i’ll just shy away from conversation. however, with the people i’m close to, i’m the loud, screaming, silly, obnoxious, emotional one lol.
i’ve always loved collecting dolls, puppets, and stuffed animals my whole life, i get attached to them as individuals and they’re so cute to look at and hold and they make me happy to have~ and they’re super fun to photograph and take with me places! i’d love to make my own plushies one day but i currently don’t know how to sew, but would like to learn. i also really like playing/watching people play video games, mostly nintendo stuff, scary games, some fighting games, and rhythm games. i would also consider drawing a hobby of mine, although i don’t do it as much as i’d like due to a lack of motivation and discouraging anticipation of things not coming out the way i’d like them to. but when i do draw it’s mostly in a cartoony style of characters that i like and sometimes myself and my friends with them, and occasionally original ones as well. i also really love cosplay and fursuiting~ (≧∀≦) my favorite food would be cinnamon chip muffins, although ironically I’m not a huge fan of sweets in general. i like them (mostly), they’re just not my favorites. i tend to prefer salty or spicy things. favorite drink would be diet pepsi.
i get hyperfixated on my interests to the point where it’s all i want to think about and talk about and do. i love love loveee buying merch of my interests!! a lot of times i’ll even find myself tempted to buy/actually buying merch of things i’m not even into if i find the characters/mascots particularly cute or pretty~
my favorite aesthetics are glitchcore, webcore, kidcore, dreamcore, weirdcore, and circuscore. i honestly love all colors and rainbows but if i had to pick a favorite it’d be light pink. according to spotify, my favorite music genres are scenecore, sped up, pop, glitchcore, and pixel. if i met someone who had the same favorite songs as me and wanted to dance to them together (or dance together to any songs, really) i’d probably just melt immediately lol, that’s sooo dreamy (*´꒳`*) my love languages for both giving and receiving are physical touch and gift giving.
okay aaaa i feel like this is already way too long and i’m not even sure if i listed the right things, but i hope it’s okay! i feel like i’m so bad at describing myself haha. thank you so much for taking the time to read all this (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)♡♡
Hi there! It’s not too long at all and you did a great job! This was a hard one. You are such a colorful person that it’s hard to pick. But hopefully you like who you got!
You Got…
Nahoya “Smiley” Kawata!!!
Would love your hair. He might even ask you to do his.
Would cook you excellent food. I don’t know if he is a baker, but I can imagine him learning to make cinnamon muffins just for you.
I feel like your styles vibe because a lot of his clothes are colorful.
Incredibly loyal, so much so that he’d protect you if you feel anxious or scared. He does it for all those he’s loyal to and you’d be no exception.
I could see you two spending hours just talking about your interest.
Game night dates!
#tokyo rev#tokyo revengers#first division girl#tr matchups#tr matchup#tokyo revengers matchups#tokyo revengers matchup#character matchup
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“Starlight and seafoam, Dany thought, a wisp of silk that leaves my left breast bare for Daario' s delight. Oh, and flowers for my hair. When first they met, the captain brought her flowers every day, all the way from Yunkai to Meereen. "Bring the grey linen gown with the pearls on the bodice. Oh, and my white lion's pelt." She always felt safer wrapped in Drogo's lionskin.”
- Daenerys IV, ADWD
quick dany drawing :)) not my finest work but i just wanted something quick to post <333 (i lowkey hate how i dre dany’s face and hair but i loveee her dress sm)
#asoiaf#house targaryen#valyrianscrolls#a song of ice and fire#asoiaf art#daenerys targaryen#adwd#a dance with dragons#art#drawing#prismacolor
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Hello loveee! I love your writing. Can I request Peter Parker x Stark!Reader, where she keeps flirting with Peter but he's so oblivious and flustered that he thinks she's just being friendly. Eventually she gets so angry she's like "Pete can I kiss you?" and then he's like "On the lips" and just fluff and dorky Peter all around. Thank you!!!!
hiii thank you so much babes <3 this is a lil suggestive btw
groaning, you plant your feet on the mat as you try to block peter’s punches. your open palm pushes against one of his fists. “stop fighting it.” the hint of a smirk graces his features. “i have something you don’t.” “insanity?” you raise your leg up to kick his stomach, but he catches it. “good reflexes... and super strength,” peter clarifies and proves it by tackling you onto your back. you fall to the mat with a squeal and peter on top of you.
he’s been training you as per the request of your dad, who thinks your combat skills are severely lacking. you’re fairly new to the team, so you haven’t quite found your footing yet. literally. peter knocked you down within the first ten minutes of today’s session. being one of your closest friends and best in battle, it was a no brainer to ask for his help. tony has full faith in his protege to teach you well.
“that was crazy. you’re... you’re crazy,” you pant out, a breathy chuckle passing peter’s lips. “only for you.” although he’s joking, your heart beats a little faster. he still hasn’t gotten off of you. matted curls hang over his forehead, skin glistening with sweat, actual bulging biceps on either of your sides. spending all this up close and personal time together has made you realize how ridiculously hot he is.
even when he wreaks of body odor.
“i like the way you look on top of me,” you comment to test the waters. peter’s cocky expression fades to one of surprise. “how do i look under you?” you’re grinning up at him. “you, uh...” peter gulps before he’s laughing it off. “not tired enough. we should probably get back to work.” he moves to stand up, but you grab at his shoulders. “what’s next?” there’s a suggestive tone to your voice.
“well, your dad said we should cover all the bases,” peter innocently answers and nibbles on his lower lip. that draws your attention to it. both of his lips are swollen, pink. “cool, let’s start with first while we’re here.” you quirk an eyebrow in anticipation. he once again takes it as you messing around with him. it’s just what friends do. his cheeks still tint pink. he can blame it on being overheated, though.
peter attempts a stern look. “we have a lot to do, y/n. i’m being serious.” you’re unfazed. “so am i.” you swipe your tongue across your lips, his gaze trailing down to them. he considers your offer for a moment before ultimately shutting it down. “i- we- we can’t. what would mr. stark say?” he sits up on his knees in front of you, frowning. “oh my god, who cares?” you grumble. “i want my fun peter back.”
when you call him your peter, he’s so close to losing it. he’s so close to giving in to his desires, letting himself enjoy the way your mouth would feel on his. there’s only the fear of your dad finding out that stops him. that, and the fact that he can’t tell if you’re kidding or not. you’ve always been very committed to your humor.
with a sigh, peter holds out a hand for you. you unenthusiastically take it. “you’ll get him... after we finish. speaking of.” he pulls you to your knees by your intertwined hands. “how about if we take a break? i think i deserve it,” you suggest instead and put your hands back on his shoulders. “so do you.” this time, you use them to bring him in closer to you. your forehead comes to rest against his.
“you... we just started. maybe in a bit we can...” peter trails off, arms wrapping around your waist instinctively. his warm breath fans across your cheeks. he watches as your lips curve into a smile. “pete?” you search for his eyes, continuing when they meet yours. “can i kiss you?” “you mean, like, on the lips?” peter wonders aloud. only he would ask that. “yeah, peter. where else?” you laugh softly and move a hand to the back of his neck.
“i dunno. that was stupid, that was stupid.” he easily guides you forward so your bodies are pressed together. his flushed face holds a grin. “please kiss me, before i say something dumb again.” “you could never,” you hum, lips brushing his before they fully collide. peter is quick to reciprocate, smiling into it as he finds his pace with you.
your kisses naturally move to his bottom lip while his stay on your top. his hands come to support you by the small of your back, your fingers tangling in his hair. he exhales contentedly, which inspires you to give the locks a tug. “y/n/n,” he mumbles your name. “do that again.” giggling, you thread your fingers tighter and oblige. peter in turn deepens the kiss, capturing both your lips once again and leaning over you.
you take the hint and start to lay back down. peter’s hands move to your waist, giving you a gentle squeeze. he breaks the kiss despite himself. “this feels really good. like, it’s amazing.” he pecks your lips for good measure. “and, that hair pulling thing was really hot.” “aw, you’ve got a little kink.” you tease, his face beginning to burn for the nth time. “i feel like a but is coming.”
“but,” peter confirms, smiling apologetically. “we gotta finish your training before we start... this. an hour every day, remember?” huffing, you push at his chest. “yeah, yeah. i remember, peter. let’s just get it done.” he manages to get to his feet without any protests. you take in the damage you did to him. his hair is more disheveled, t-shirt ridden up. he’s also wearing a smug expression.
“you suck,” you murmur and grab the hand he extends to you. he waits until you’re up to respond. “do you?” now, it’s your turn to be smug. “ask me again later.”
#peter parker#peter parker fluff#peter parker imagine#peter parker smut#peter parker x y/n#peter parker x you#peter parker x reader#peter parker fic#peter parker fanfiction#peter parker x stark!reader#peter parker x avenger!reader#tom holland#tom holland fluff#tom holland smut#tom holland imagine
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I just went through your whole account and devoured everything!!! You're so good😭!! I adore how you write Jily 😍! If you ever feel like it, could you do 7th year Jily smut where they sneak away to some quiet corner or some secret room to have alone time together, please?
thank you loveee <3
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“Psst.”
James shifted which hand was holding up his chin so he could better peer at her while Professor McGonagall spoke, wand waving and objects shifting on the desk at the front of the classroom. He cocked an eyebrow.
Lily jerked her head towards the door.
His eyebrow raised higher, and his girlfriend smiled sweetly, held his eye contact, and then broke it. Ah. Shite. He bit his lip hard, dug his fingernails into his cheek. Lily. They were in class. She lifted her gaze back up from his literal pants to meet his eyes.
James swallowed and looked back to Professor McGonagall. He took his wand and held it under the desk, looking out of the very corner of his eye to lift Lily’s quill. He lowered it to dip in the ink and then brought it slowly to Lily’s parchment…
You’ve been spending too much time with me and the boys.
He exhaled and stretched his neck from side to side, scooching around in his seat. He was sure his handwriting was terrible, but Evans would figure it out.
Sirius shot him a look from his other side and James rolled his eyes. He pushed back his shoulders and tried to appear like he was concentrating on the lecture.
He fiddled with his wand in his lap. Yet, his quill was soon scratching across the parchment and he flicked his eyes up, a smile getting ready to break free.
I’ve read ahead, I can explain this lecture to you later.
The muscles in James’ face rippled and he risked a glance. Lily’s legs were crossed and she looked far too smug, red hair tucked behind her ear. Her tie was… it was drooping. She must have loosened it at some point in a previous class as she got tired; it was nearing the end of the day. He could loosen it some more.
James forced a swallow and turned back to McGonagall, the grandfather clock to her side showing forty-five minutes left. He had N.E.W.T.s this year, it was his last year, he wouldn’t be able to learn from McGonagall after this. He liked Transfiguration–it of course helped that Minnie had always had a soft spot for him (Quidditch, his good marks, et cetera), but he actually did enjoy this class.
James pretended that he didn’t notice Lily shifting in the seat next to him. He tried to pretend that he didn’t notice his quill was moving again though his hands were still clasped in his lap. It was really hard to avoid her though. He was too curious.
Who are you to deny me?
James squirmed his mouth around his smile. He bit the inside of his cheeks and then his lower lip and his nose wrinkled. Who was he to deny her?
He shifted his grip on his wand, took a quick glance at Lily’s paper again to get the mental image of her desk…
You denied me the other day.
You needed a shower.
I was hard all throughout my shower.
And I fixed that soon after.
James’ jaw had a thoroughly difficult time deciding whether it should tighten, loosen, or just fidget around uncomfortably. Fuck, Lil, we cannot discuss this right now.
We could, if you would take a bathroom break.
Forty minutes.
Lily audibly sighed and James ignored Sirius’ continued confused stares. He took his quill back from where it had been standing upright in the air and scratched down a few notes to make himself pretend that he was paying attention (transfiguration, concentration, focus–)
His quill wobbled and tried to jerk out of James’ grip. He narrowed his eyes at it, rather than its culprit, and tightened his hand. The feather squirmed even more and then shot upwards out of his grasp. James glanced over at Professor McGonagall, but she was thankfully answering a question from the other side of the classroom. What he would have done if she had asked to see his parchment...
But Evans was in charge now. James pursed his lips. He leaned back and raised his eyebrows, watching the feather lower itself to the parchment.
A circle.
Then another, and–ah, alright, and a long, circumcised dick.
James snorted and leaned forward a tad to cover the drawing from anyone else’s view. She was an artist, his girlfriend.
His quill was still squiggling under his body and he glanced down after a bit to find a messily-drawn vagina, with a flowerlike clit at the top.
James’ hand went to his neck. Oh. He rubbed it, staring at the page. Heat spread down his back. He cleared his throat.
“Professor, sorry, bathroom.”
He folded the parchment to hide the drawings, sliding it under his books, and walked towards the door. He let one of his fingers trace the top of Lily’s shoulders as he passed behind her.
Once in the hallway, James scanned the doors. There was a broom closet on this floor, if his memory served him right.
His footsteps echoed in the halls. Everyone was in class. Lily better be on her way.
Yes, here, he yanked the door open and shut.
In the darkness, James pressed his back to the wall and rubbed his forehead. He was growing harder now that there was no one here except him and the thoughts his girlfriend had placed in his head… He cupped himself with an exhale.
He would never stop thanking the world for Lily Evans.
“James?”
“Yeah, in here.”
Lily grinned and her eyes were sparkling as she shut the door behind her. James could just see her twinkles and then it all was dark and she tugged on his tie and kissed him, one hand sliding around his back, fingertips poking. “Hey.”
Lily looped an arm around James’ neck and pushed downwards, hoisting one leg around James’ waist. He caught her as she lifted her other leg, effectively climbing him in two steps, and Lily bent her head to kiss at James’ jaw as he laughed and turned them, nestling Lily on top of a stool stashed in the corner. Her hands danced along his shoulders.
“It was my artistry that got you, huh?”
James rolled his eyes and dragged his hands up from her waist. The corner of his mouth quirked as Lily took a raspy breath in. “Yeah, that dick drawing really got me going.” He drew circles with the pads of his fingers around Lily’s sides, inching his way closer to her chest.
“Mm?” Lily pulled him closer by his tie again, her legs squeezing him tight. His eyes adjusted to the dark and he smiled at her. “You seemed to have more trouble concentrating with my beautiful vagina though, or did I misinterpret the massive blush?”
James pushed away his smirk, bending to kiss her, trying to get her to stop talking–
But Lily dissolved into laughter, head falling to his shoulder as she squeezed him tighter again. She then picked her head up and tapped at his chest, nudging him away. “I was right!”
“Alright, hush, now…”
Lily winked and pushed aside his robes. James stifled a groan as she palmed his dick through his pants, having grown harder with the mention of her, so close to him.
“C’mere, Potter.” Lily cupped her palm around James’ jaw and brought him closer, kissing his lower lip and then his top. He bent over her more to deepen the kiss and slid his hand under her shirt, scraping his fingers upwards to brush under, up, and across her breasts.
He broke the kiss when Lily gave a soft moan and lowered his head to her neck. He kissed lightly under her jaw, right on her pulsepoint, and then gripped Lily’s waist tighter, sliding his hands towards the front of her thighs as he sucked softly.
“Ey, Potter…”
“Just a small one,” James said, biting his lip and glancing up at her, smile creeping around the edges of his mouth.
Lily flared her nostrils and shook her head, shoulders shaking with small laughter.
“Or I’ll move on down here?” He lifted Lily’s skirt up, his hands spreading out around her thighs.
Lily inhaled. “Alright.”
James swallowed as Lily held his eye contact, something in the glint of her eye and the curve of her mouth making his dick strain against his pants. He knelt down and kissed the inside of her thighs, stroking ahead of and behind his lips, couldn’t help his smile when his fingertips reached her underwear and she wiggled against him. He kissed along the point where her thigh met her pelvis and pushed aside her underwear to drag his fingers up along her.
She exhaled and twirled her fingers in his hair, scooting closer to the edge of the stool.
“Gimme the glasses,” she whispered.
James breathed out a chuckle and removed his head from under her skirt, beaming up at her until she plucked them from his face and placed them upright on her head like sunglasses.
“Cold metal,” Lily said, and James smirked and watched her nose shift around on her face as he pulled her underwear down and stroked her.
This was why he had left class, and he knew it and he knew that Lily knew it and his dick was so hard he had to give himself a squeeze every so often just to relieve some of the pressure because Lily, Merlin, she was breathing sporadically now. He couldn’t see her anymore, his head bent under her skirt, but he could feel her heartbeat on his lips. One of her legs was dangling over his shoulder and whenever he hit a particularly good spot, or got a good rhythm going, she’d push him closer with her heel.
Every so often James got a breathed version of his name–“Mm, James”–and occasionally she would whisper out instructions. For the most part, though, her heel and her wiggling and twitching against him when everything clicked just right drove him along.
“Okay, okay, come on up here.”
James rubbed the back of his hand against his lips and rose to his feet. He pressed Lily’s back against the wall and met her lips. Her kiss was insistent and she sucked on his lips and then his tongue. He grinned when she let go and pressed his forehead to hers, dragging his fingers back up her thigh.
Lily bucked against his hand and her nails dug into his shoulder blades. He bent to kiss her again, pressing light kisses on her jawline as his fingers pushed back and forth in time with Lily’s movements.
And yeah, this was why he had left class, for having to hold himself back as Lily’s squirming got more persistent and as she let out a few gasps and brought his unoccupied hand to her breast to squeeze briefly and then just drag along her body…
“Damn, James,” Lily exhaled. She rubbed her hands across his back as she pulled him away slowly and his pace slowed.
James caught her eye and smirked, swooping in to kiss her.
“Mm, mm, come here,” Lily kissed him one last time and then slid forward, stumbling a little bit as she landed on her feet.
James chuckled, his arms spotting her as she teetered. “You alright there?”
Lily glanced up at him, coy. “My legs are a bit shaky, perhaps.” She pulled up her underwear and then tugged at his pants, pulling him closer. She watched him as she undid his belt and slid her hand slowly around his dick.
He groaned and bent his head to her shoulder. “You’re talking.”
“We’ve got a stool right here if you’d like.”
James huffed out a laugh and maneuvered them so he could rest against the wall as Lily now sunk to her knees and took him in her mouth, eyes smiling as she licked around his tip and then sucked as far as she could.
He knew he had been dripping already and it wouldn’t take long. He rocked into her mouth slowly. The feeling of her enveloping him so fully… he hoped this was how she felt when he kissed her there. Her eyes were shut and she rubbed her hands on his thighs and around his balls. His glasses still sat atop her head.
He swallowed and managed, “ah shit, I–”
Lily increased her speed and took him as he came, humming a little around him. She then released him and pressed kisses to the inside of his thigh, stroking up and down his leg. He inhaled when her hand came close to his dick, it giving a little twitch in response. Lily grinned and brushed by it again.
“I think that’s your favorite part,” James said.
Lily raised her eyebrows and took his hands to get her back to standing again.
“When my dick just reacts to you existing.”
“Oh, yeah, for sure,” she said, her hands pressing to the sides of his face and kissing him again, and again and again. “I mean,” she continued, her kisses dipping to his jaw, “it’s analogous to your smirk when I needed a moment to stand.”
“I don’t smirk.”
Lily snorted and James grinned, plucking his glasses back from the top of her head.
“Beautiful,” he declared, blinking into the now clear world in front of him. His world beamed back.
They righted themselves, Lily fixing her skirt and James tucking his dick back into his pants. They straightened their robes and Lily tugged on James’ hair just because she could and she pulled him to her again and his hand snuck around her waist. They kissed in between grins and musings on how much time it had been since they had left class.
“I’m going to head back first,” Lily announced finally.
James frowned. “I left first.”
“Yeah, and I have more of a reputation to uphold.”
James snorted. “You just forced your boyfriend to leave class because you were horny, hardly a goody-two–”
Lily leaned back against James’ hand still holding her tight and shrugged. “They don’t know that.”
“What was it in the first place?”
“What was what?”
“What got you all riled up?”
Lily grinned. “Ah, I don’t know, you waltzed into class all cute and I’m horny this week and–”
“Just this week?”
Lily pressed close for one last kiss and then opened the door to the closet so a bit of light shone in. “I don’t know, I think I’m ovulating or something, ya know how it goes.”
“Oh, yes, I totally do,” James said, shaking his head and laughing.
“Anyway, I might need some help with my abundance of hormones a little later, perhaps tonight, or tomorrow, or–”
“Or why don’t you just draw a vagina on my paper when you’re feeling like it, and I’ll follow shortly thereafter?”
Lily beamed. “Yes, that sounds perfect.”
#jily#jily fanfic#jily smut#jily fluff#jily fic#hp#harry potter#hp fanfic#marauders#marauders era#the marauders#happy hanukkah you all#gn mes amours
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Hi!! These r so cute ahh <3
- ISTP, acts of service (I’m a Pisces too)
- she/her
- I pref. male :)
- AOT
- fun facts: I loveee spicy food, my favorite animals are snakes, and I’m almost always dressed in a hoodie and spandex || hobbies: video games, drawing, and reading :)
Thank u <3
your one true love is... L E V I A C K E R M A N < 3 3
the sun's rays filtered in through your curtains, burning through to your eyes, letting you know it was time to get up, and out of bed. your burrowed your face against your pillow, in attempts to hide yourself from the light, pausing at the unexpected hardness. that's strange, you thought, your pillows were usually soft, plump with feathers.
inching your eyes slowly open you see a mesmerising, rare sight. one that has you blinking the sleep away as fast as you can and gasping. above you levi is still sleeping, softly snoring, with his hair strewn over his eyes. with each inhale and exhale your head moves with his bare chest.
he must've been really tired and worn out for him to be sleeping past sunrise. it was an unusual but welcome sight. you wished you could stay, perched on his chest, and watch his beautiful face forever and ever. but you knew you both had to be up soon. so you sadly shake levi awake, softly whispering to him.
levi opens his eyes almost immediately due to him being a light sleeper, and smiles at you. what an amazing way to wake up, he thinks to himself, seeing the sunlight creating a halo around your figure, making seem all the more angelic.
he leans up and kisses you forehead, cherishing the blessing of having another day he can spend with you and in your company. seeing you smile at levi makes him think about the future and all his deepest hidden desires. its not always levi looks up to heavens and makes a wish because he knows the futility in it and in life. but levi wished for many more days like this to come, to wake up in your arms, once more.
© ffsg0jo 2022 — do not plagiarise, repost, modify, or translate any of my work, in any way shape or form; i will piss in your cereal if you do. all work belongs to me and me only.
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Hello @maguna-stxrk. I saved your ask to draft and Tumblr made it go poof. So I'm posting my response here with the original ask.
"hello sybil! i recently came across one of your stevetony artworks titled “puppy love” and i just wanted to say that i really adore it very, very much. there’s always a really nice vintage feel to your art style that i love. for this art piece in particular, i love the way you draw and color the pink blanket, the puppy’s (does the puppy have a name? 👀❤️) fluffy hair, and steve and tony’s hair. the curls in the puppy’s hair as well as steve and tony’s hair look so gorgeous, it makes me want to run my fingers through them. and that pink blanket is honestly So Beautiful. the way you draw and color the blanket—all its curves and shadows—makes it look like pink sea waves or strawberry gelato and it’s so gorgeous. it looks so Soft and honestly? i kinda want one for myself 😆🥰 i adore the expressions on their faces. it looks like tony is teasing steve about something and they both look so beautiful, happy, content, and in love. i also love tony’s polkadot sleep shirt (i think it’s so cute! 🥺) and i loveee the way you color/contour the curves of steve’s arm muscles (i am Looking Respectfully 👀🤍). the whole scene is So Domestic and Comfy and it makes me long for the comforts of my own bed... (although there is no steve, tony, or the adorable puppy in my bed... 😔💔) thank you so much for the beautiful artwork, the stevetony fandom is so lucky to have you! 🥺❤️"
Hello, sorry this took longer - responding to one of the kindest messages I have ever received was something very special and the last few weeks have just been so busy.
Firstly, the “vintage feeling” is something I have always wanted to lean into but couldn’t turn it on and off. But ohmygod someone noticed?! I'm feeling like andy Dwyer and his “I have no idea what I'm doing but I know I'm doing really well” quote.
Second, all the colouring is the product of experimenting with overlays on Procreate, which are not the best lol. Personally, I was on the fence about how it looked but I am super glad someone liked it.
The expressions are always the hardest part but usually the most rewarding for me - I'm sososo glad you like them. Capturing fluid scenes and getting someone to come up with a little backstory is the ultimate compliment. I can barely express how much it means to me that you said that. This whole comment is so reassuring, complimenting all the things I was insecure about in this piece.
Now, I am saving the dog part for last because it is going to be long and annoying and you only asked for her name lol. Name: I’m thinking Dolly. And like Steve and Tony sing her Dolly Parton tunes to howl along with. I tried to make her look like an Irish Wolf Hound because we had a mix when I was younger - but I’ll have to get better at it. She’s Steve’s princess. He takes her for runs in the morning with Sam and carries all 120 pounds of her around when she gives him The Look. Maybe it takes Tony a little longer to warm up to his giant dust bunny who just appeared in his home giving him puppy eyes that rivalled only Steve's.
Okay, I'm done now. Thank you a thousand times for this Ask and this opportunity to talk about my furry headcanon, it seriously made my whole summer.
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Okay hopefully this goes through lol. But congrats on 200!! Could I please get an OHSHC matchup? I use she/her pronouns, I would prefer a male to be matched with, and I am not a minor.
I’m 5’8, have long black wavy hair, dark brown eyes, and bangs. I’m a little reserved when I first meet people but I open up once I feel more comfortable. I’m am pretty down to earth and chill kinda person, but I’m also pretty playful and love to play and joke around. In my friend group, Im definitely the most calm one but Im also the most playful and witty one. And I usually just go with the flow.
I guess some negative stuff about me is that I can be a little bit of an airhead sometimes and forget stuff, and be a little impatient sometimes. I can also be a lil blunt, especially when I’m upset.
I love art and love to draw and paint. And I love to travel and see/learn/experience new things. Other than that my interests tend to jump around a lot. Like rn I’m obsessed with trying to find the BEST boba tea place, before that it was animal crossing and playing Just Dance, and before that it was baking. Oh! And I loveee really spooky stuff like ghost stories and the paranormal. Also love true crime stuff as well.
Anyway, thank you sm and congrats!! You deserve it!
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Ghost anon you seem like such a cool person. Also I just needed to read this through once and I INSTANTLY knew who I'd match you with.
I match you with....
Mori Senpai!
Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome would be absolutely whipped for you. But I think it’d be adorable because it would be a gradual thing.
Like back when you were all in high school, you’d go to the host club- not for Mori, but actually to see Honey. But I think we all know that a byproduct of being around Honey is inevitably being with Mori.
The first green light for Mori was when Honey took a great liking to you. Honey may be super friendly to everyone, but he really enjoyed your company because you were chill instead of a squealing fangirl (which is moreso the preference of Tamaki or the twins). He wasn’t into you romantically, but it got to the point where Honey considered you a good friend. And any real friend of Honey’s passes the vibe check of Mori’s!
It just blossoms from there. Mori initially thought you were super quiet like him, but he was pleasantly surprised when he found you to be witty, playful (these were attributes that Honey brought out of you), but still somehow calm. It was during tea times when you would bring Honey the things you would bake, he saw how pretty you looked while smiling and sharing your treats. He heard how you joked around without getting hyped up. You were so serene, it had him absolutely mesmerized.
the last straw for this man was when he saw you painting one day. You were painting in the garden and he happened to be passing by. The piece you were working on was beautiful, but he couldn’t get over how you looked while working on it. You were so immersed, and happy to be painting. He could sense the way you loved what you were doing, and he saw the dreamy look you had in your eyes as you looked at your work (you were painting a scenery of a city you’d wanted to go to for a long time).
“Beautiful.” He had approached you, and the word just slipped out his mouth.
“Thank you, I’ve worked hard on it,” you smile back at him.
“I’m not talking about the painting.” You freeze at his words, blushing. “But, the painting is good, too.” He feels the need to clarify. Congrats, ghost anon, you got the cool collected one all flustered!
“Meet me in the garden after host club hours.” He says as he turns around and walks away, trying very hard to cover the blush that’s flooded his face.
After consulting the other hosts (who were largely unhelpful), Mori was a bit worried about how to proceed. But Haruhi gave him some great advice (she’s a big fan of you and thinks the two of you would be a great couple). “Just be honest and yourself. I’m sure she’ll respond to your feelings.”
Honey was also very supportive- he’d actually been the one pushing Mori to confess his (obvious) feelings.
With that advice and support, Mori told you of his feelings in the garden, and to his pleasure you accepted his feelings! He wasn’t the type to emote much, but the way he grabbed your hand and placed a kiss on the back was the start of a lot of love and care he’d give you.
Once in your relationship, Mori would entertain all your various interests. He’d take you on trips to Taiwan so you could find the best authentic boba shop. He’d come with you to all the cities and countries you wanted to visit. But he also enjoyed just staying home with you, watching horror movies or true crime videos (he was actually really interested in them) and he’d always remind you that he’d protect you whenever you feel uneasy by some of the scarier stuff you see.
Mori's main way of showing how he loved you would be watching out for you. He’d take your keys and phone whenever you’d forget it on the way out the house. He’d remember where you kept your sunglasses because he knew you’d misplace it. And he’d help ease you when you felt impatient. And even if you fought and said something a bit too blunt, he’d always calm you down and would never take it personally. He’d be there for you, no matter what you threw his way. And he was more than happy to be graced with your love back.
Literally couple goals AHHHHH
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Anyways I hope you enjoyed your match up Ghost anon! You have very similar tastes to me and you rlly do seem super cool. So if you ever wanna stop by my askbox or dms to talk, I'd love to talk to you more!
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I have one thing to say (make that two)
You are such a brilliant writer and I love love loveee your fics! They are absolutely wonderful even though they make me sad :( but in a good way :)
Point numero deux: ouch :(
Oh one last thing,
So for school, we are supposed to be thinking about a start for a short story we are going to write and I was wondering if you had any tips on how to think about plot lines, dialogue, anything?
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Oh my goodness, hello, this is so kind!! 🥺🥰 I’m happy to bring any sort of emotion–be it happy or sad...
As for writing advice–oooh. These are such great questions and I just feel so unqualified to answer because I’m chaotic evil when it comes to writing haha. I’m sure you can find way better advice from a multitude of better/more organised writers on here, but I’ll give it a shot, using the basic tips I tend to stick to! :)
Brainstorming: all of my brainstorming happens via sticky notes or the notes app on my phone. If I’m working, I scribble an incomplete thought onto a sticky note and stick it to my desk. If I’m going about my day in some other way, I open the notes app on my phone where I have a huge app with about 70 random fic ideas.
What comes first: for me, it’s always dialogue, dialogue, dialogue. If you’ve ever read anything of mine, you probably already know how much of a crutch this is for me, but that’s just the reality I live in haha. I’ve been trying to challenge myself to write beyond that recently, but it’s tough. My wit is one of my only good qualities, so normally that wiggles it’s way in to my characters’ conversations.
When I get an idea for an exchange of banter, angsty back-and-forth, or maybe just a great one-liner...I write that first. Dialogue is always my favourite so getting that on the paper first makes writing fun. For me, at least. Some people are incredible at painting scenes and establishing iconic metaphors or dropping some gut-wrenching descriptions. It’s just not my ish, sadly. But I’m working on it!!
A lot of wips look like this until I go fill in the gaps:
“Your lying skills have only deteriorated over time, young one.” Obi-Wan...in a tired but sassy way? Smiling maybe? Or too soon.....
“So has your hairline, old one.” Ahsoka. Smirk or grin?
Plot lines: ha. Yikes. So, I’m notoriously bad at plots, which is why I mostly stick to one-shots. But with the one multi-chapter I have going right now (so obviously not very experienced advice hahah), I made an outline. Which is just absolutely wild, considering I am the least organised writer ever. For this, I jotted out little plot points that I knew I wanted to include, leading up to the ending that I already had in place. For this particular fic, the ending is why I wrote it at all, so I actually ended up writing the entire last chapter first haha. But the first part of my outline looks like this–
Obi bringing ani home and awkward move-in (room switch?)
Breakfast? ‘what do nine-year-olds even EAT?’
Obi choosing not to cut his hair (bc of QG but he doesn’t realise that yet)
Obi giving ani a tour of temple and running into soka
Soka being blunt about the “old padawan”
Obi and ani argument over <something>
Obi wandering temple and thinking about qui-gon
Obi council meeting “worried about you” “im fine”
Obi runs into ahsoka on way back giggling in gardens with friends
Super incoherent and basic, but I wrote out a long bullet outline like that first and then grouped things together into rough chapters. Sometimes, I write more for a scene than I intended, so I’ll bump a tiny plot to the next chapter. But it helps me stay linear and focused. On that same document (beneath the outline), I have random bits of dialogue that I know I want to include, but don’t have a home for yet.
All in all, if your thing is super plotty, I think the most important bit of advice is to begin with the end in mind. Writers (me, I’m talking about me) have a nasty habit of thinking the plot will find them–and sometimes it does. But, personally, I’d rather have the plot skeleton there, so I can spend my extra efforts developing the characters and relationships.
As for thinking about plot lines in general: draw inspiration from things you love!! The multi-chapter I mentioned above is shamelessly a product of me watching Monster’s Inc. and cackling at how fumbling and awkward Sully is with Boo because what’s a child!!! But from that comes the absolute sweetest relationship. So I thought: what if Obi-Wan knew Ahsoka before TCW...when she was a youngling? What would that dynamic be like? And just kind of rolled with it. I hope that people reading that story don’t think to themselves ‘well this is just a Monster’s Inc. AU!!!!’ because it’s certainly strayed so far from that original idea. And since you’re a fellow creative, I sense you won’t have that issue either 😉
Anyway, that was a lot of rambling that probably wasn’t all that helpful, but I would love to open this up to any of my other writer friends!!! If you have things that work for you, please feel free to add on to this! I’m absolutely positive I’ll learn something new myself 🎉
And anon–when you finish this project...if you’re feeling brave, maybe consider posting it on here and tagging me! I’d love to read it!! 🥰❤️
#abi answers#anon#writing#this was all over the place and I’m SORRY I’m not more procedural or experienced!!!!#and you probably didn’t want to read a NOVEL of my random writing things but I don’t know how to be succinct!#again: SORRY
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Chapter two
Patience and Penitence.
A/N: Chapter two. I’m actually loving the plot behind this series and I hope I can stay as true to the comics as possible. I hope everyone reading enjoys. P.s. Don't be afraid to message me with suggestions or requests for the next chapter. Much loveee!
Warnings: Angst, swearing, fluff (Smut {*Very Soon*} in future chapters)
Summary: Tony and peter draw some conclusions, y/n is very clumsy and also very late to class, and Peter decides its time to face up and make an appearance.
Read Chapter One here
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Penitence; (noun): The action of feeling or showing sorrow and regret for having done wrong; Repentance.
“Were fucked how...wait why?” Peter breathed in deeply and ran his hands through his curls. He thought back to you when you would ask him questions about your physics assignments and how patient he would try to be to help you understand.
Be patient.
“These...beings...are using us as hosts. Think about this like...an organ transplant or a blood transfusion.” Peter was stumbling over his words, trying to make sense of it himself when really, he had a feeling they had only just scratched the surface. “If it's not the right type, then it won’t work, yeah?” Tony nodded. “I get it, kid, I’m a mechanic not a dumbass, these aliens aren't compatible with the people they're trying to feed off of, so, therefore...they die.” Peter breathed out. “Exactly.” his eyes began lulling back, exhaustion was just now hitting him, despite the intriguing discovery they were making.
“So the one that attacked you...Didn’t deem you a suitable host?” Tony looked at peter up and back down. “Not to be weird, but I find that hard to believe.” Peter furrowed his brow and chuckled softly. “Meaning?” he grumbled out as he leaned back in the chair and rubbed his eyes. “Think about it, you regenerate and recover thrice the normal rate of any human, I’ve seen you stop a bus with your bare hands, lift an airplane terminal, and hold together a ferry that was split in half. So if I was a symbiote...I’d, ya know...get up in that.” Peter laughed and his head fell in his hands as he tried to ponder what had happened.
San Francisco wouldn't be so bad for a week. y/n was stressed out anyways from finals and Fury had said he needed help with some intel they had gathered about the Life Foundation, harboring foreign lifeforms, and they needed to be confiscated from the “Rather stubborn” CEO, Dr. Carlton Drake. “Nothing some goddamn force can’t fix. Besides, your Ironman and Spider boy, and I'm Nick-fuckin’-Fury what can go wrong?” Peter grumbled under his breath “It’s spider- MAN” and Tony shot him a warning look as they neared the highway gate.
Getting through to the front entrance was easy enough, (Nick was very convincing) and up to the labs was a treat until push came to shove and Dr. Drake refused, as Peter expected he would, to give up his “Life's work” The next thing he knew, guns were being fired, webs were being shot, one blast from Tony’s suit, and three symbiotes had escaped.
Peter couldn't remember much of how it happened, only that he felt as if his skin was meshing, bonding with something unnatural. Next came a burning heat and impending hunger, an unfillable void. Tony was quick to get him to their jet a mile away, but as the engines revved up, a searing pain shot through his entire being, and then moments later...a a sweet release, no more pain.
“Tony, you know, I don't think they like loud noise...You’re right. The symbiote did want to get inside of me.” Stark shifted and gave peter a disapproving look. “No, all jokes aside, I would have made a more than suitable host, but the noise from the engines drove it out, its like...harmful to them.” Tony nodded slowly. “Makes plenty of sense kid, but listen if I don't sleep soon I’m sure ill literally die.” Peter nodded, studying his mentor and longtime friend. His eyes were glassy, his hands looked worn from many years of work and tinkering, and his face was hollow looking from a lack of sleep. “Yeah, Mr. Stark. You look like shit.” Tony’s face scrunched up in disgust. “Ugh... ‘Mr. Stark’? You haven't called me that since you were fifteen. Don't say that ever again.” They both laughed and then slowly fell into silence, both mulling over their thoughts.
“And will you be crashing here for a couple of hours, or sleeping on the rooftop of the abandoned building across Fifth Avenue?” Peter was yanked back to reality by the shock of his question, he stared blankly at Tony. “I know you sleep there every night, kiddo. But if you would just go and talk to her you wouldn't have to.” Peter thought seriously about these words. “Nah...It’s not safe yet, I don't know if that thing is coming back for me, I don't want to put her in danger. The time will come.” He rocked his head back, thinking of you, safe in your bed, curled up without him. “When exactly is that Pete? After she’s found another man?” Peter mulled over those words.
When she’s found another man...Maybe she’s safe in her bed in another mans arms...
But why wouldn't she move on? y/n was a beautiful woman, and every day that passed was a day Peter was teaching her to live without him. He closed his eyes because he felt tears begin to well up, the hurt and guilt ate away at him, but he couldn't let Tony see this, he already knew, he didn't need to see it as well. Tony stood up patting a hand on his shoulder. “You should go talk to May. Your strangely fine aunt might have some good advice.” Peter stood up and followed Tony into the foyer. The sun was peeking into the sky now and casting hues of beautiful mandarin, crimson red, and pink. “Oh what you talk to Aunt May now?” Peter joked. “Have been for a while” Tony turned around and winked. “Just kidding, but really go see your aunt. She used to talk to y/n all the time when you first moved to San Fran, now that you’re back she’ll be glad to see you...she’ll have a lot to fill you in on.”
Peter was confused as Tony spoke in riddles but he paid it no mind, he was too tired to care about anything except sleeping. Pulling his suit back on, he heard Tony holler over his shoulders “Night, kid.” This was amusing considering the early hour, but Peter and Tony didn't seem to have a set schedule for sleep these days. He swung out over the terrace and weaved between the buildings until he neared their familiar old apartment, the same one May swore shed never leave, not unless she got married. Peter climbed up the brick, and slipped into his old bedroom, scowling silently about the window being unlocked, but he decided not to fuss, May was expecting him. Slipping out of his suit and into his bed, Peter let himself rest for the first time in months, his thoughts drifting to you.
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The smell of bacon stirred peter from his sleep. He was sure he had dreamt of you. Soft remnants, a silky kiss you had placed over his lips, whispering something he wasn't able to remember. Sweet nothings. He pushed his eyes open fully now, fingers tracing his lips, they were hot and swollen, as if yours had actually been there. Looking at the clock next to him he realized he had slept an entire day, all the way into the next morning. Slowly stretching out of bed he gazed over at his dresser and saw a framed picture you had got for him one year on his birthday. A keen smile spread across his lips as he studied how wide your grin had been, and how genuine your laugh was, so genuine that your cute nose scrunched up and your eyes were closed tight.
I want to see you laugh like that again...
“Peter, are you awake?” He was jarred from his memories of you, walking over and pulling the bedroom door, he saw may looming in the kitchen in her oversized tee, and biker shorts, her hair was thrown back into a bun, and she was squelching and giggling as the grease popped at her. “Turn the heat down a little, May.” She whipped around and grinned wildly at him. “Peter, just look at you!” She carried on as she threw her arms around him, bantering about how much she’d missed him and why he didn't call more. Peter took his seat at the table, running his hands through his untamed curls. “I would have been back sooner, but I had to make sure it was safe.” May nodded understandingly, she knew all about what was going on, everything that had happened. “And how is y/n?” her tone became soft, peter knew this was because she already knew the answer: Not good.
“I don't know may...I haven't actually talked to her yet.” She curled her lip as she shook her head disapprovingly. “I raised you better than that...Sitting out on that damn abandoned building day and night, but you won’t go talk to her, let her know you’re alive and okay...it’s cruel Peter.” Her words were like daggers to him, piercing his heart, even though he knew they were marred with love and care. “How do you know I sit out there every day and night huh?” He questioned her, apparently she and Tony had been talking. “Happy told me.” Her answer was simple and it made Peter raise an eyebrow at her. “Oh did he now?” A childlike grin came over his face, as may shood him off. “Oh, that's none of your business. And in any case, stop changing the subject, you need to go see her Peter, it's not fair.” He shook his head. “Not yet May, it's not safe...” Peter was shocked when she threw the pan down into the sink with a loud thud and whipped around at him.
“Don’t give me that bullshit, you’re starting to sound like you dad. If it wasn't safe you wouldn't be here right now.” All that Peter could do was stare in shock. It had been such a long time since she had raised her voice at him. “You left her in the middle of the night, giving her a one-sentenced note. No texts, no calls, nothing to show for four years with that girl. She was over here every night for the longest time crying and wondering where you went, and I had to lie to her for you.” Peter’s heart fell at the image of you sitting at May’s kitchen table, crying as she rubbed your back and poured you tea. May was a true caregiver at heart. “Now its time for you to go tell her the truth. Forget your secret identity, forget the symbiotes. And just tell her the truth, Peter.” He knew she only told him for his own good, but he didn't even know how to begin to tell you the truth. “I don't know how to do it May! I can't just waltz up to her and say ‘Hey I’m Spiderman, yeah I lied to you about that for four years, oh also I ran away for a year because I had an alien lifeform trying to possess me and kill everyone.’ I mean, that just doesn’t work.”
May shot him a look, but he could tell she was attempting to be understanding. “Alright, Peter do what you think is best.” Peter sighed relief. He did plan on telling you, just in a way he knew you could process it. “But, don't come crying when she finally moves on. Better for her to know the truth than think you just don't give a damn, so she finds another man...MJ tells me a boy from her Criminology class really has the hots for her his name is Justin, James...? Something like that...rumor has it he’s not bad looking either.” Peter knew May was doing this on purpose, but all the same, he felt his face grew hot, he turned to get up and go shower. “Where you going, Pete?” She called out after him as he stormed out of the kitchen. “To take a shower and look presentable, if I’m going to talk to y/n I’m not going looking like this.” May smiled slyly to herself as he continued to grumble and slammed shut the bathroom door. He had always wondered if you had moved on and found another man, but hearing a name made everything real, and Peter would be damned if another man would be cozying up to his princess at night. All he could do is explain everything to you, lay all the truth out on the table, and hope you would forgive him. I need her forgiveness, but even more, I need to express my remorse.
Peter thought back to all the nights he laid alone in bed, tangled in cold sheets, missing you. Guilt shot from his chest and left a knot in his throat as he pondered how you must have felt in the same condition, not knowing or understanding a thing about why he had vanished. He let the steaming water pour over his skin as his thoughts raced, one lone word recurring in his mind.
Penitence.
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“Shit” You cursed under your breath as you tripped over absolutely nothing and sloshed coffee onto your white tee. Not that you were surprised because being a tad clumsy came to you naturally. Getting to class this morning had been a struggle. The universe seemed to be working against you, as it normally did when one was double majoring. You kept mulling over in your head your schedule for the day. Criminology at nine, lunch by twelve probably from Delmar's, probably on the go, next class by one-thirty, then ill go home and study, later to the grocery store...Internally planning was one way you kept your mind busy. And with everything you had going on, your thoughts had been able to stay away from Peter for the past week. You suddenly felt someone walking next to you and it caused your head to snap up, breaking your concentration, and causing you to drop the whole cup. “Fuck...” you cursed under your breath, glancing next to you.
Oh god, here we fucking go...
“Hey y/n. Need a hand?” Justin smiled at you slyly. Always with the sexual undertones, as if he wanted to eat you right there in the sidewalk. Disgusting. Just be nice maybe he’ll go away. “Hi Justin. How are you?” you forced out a greeting, bending down to pick up the paper cup, you could feel his eyes gazing at your backside. Refusing to meet his predatory eyes, you stood back up straight and continued to walk, throwing your hair over your shoulder. “Well, I’m better now.” You hoped you hadn’t visibly cringed. you crossed your arms over your chest defensively and attempted to scoot away from him, but he just closed the gap and wrapped his arm over your shoulder. You squirmed underneath him, internally screaming for him to let you go. “So when are you going to let me show you a good time?” He gazed down and winked at you, his piercing blue eyes were beautiful, but you preferred deep, chocolate brown ones, soft eyes, loving eyes. Not ones that were stripping you naked in their imagination. “Uhh...Ex-excuse me?” You glared up at him, squirming from under his shoulder. “You know, like let me take you to dinner or a movie.” You breathed a sigh of relief, perhaps a little too soon, because he stepped closer, moving a strand of hair from your face and tucking it behind your ear.
Boy, would peter had ripped his hand off if he had seen this...
“Or...you could come over to my place and we could drink some wine...you know watch a film indoors instead...” His voice trailed off and you could feel his breath. “Uh, that's not going to happen, Justin.” you pushed away from him, but low-and-behold he was right after your heels. “Why not, still waiting on Physics boy to move back?” His words stopped you dead in his tracks, you whirled around looking him directly in his handsome features, breathing ragged. “Don’t talk to me anymore.” was all you could choke out, before whipping around and leaving him standing alone, moving quickly towards the Criminal Justice department.
Your cheeks were brimming red, and his head was hot. He had no idea what you had been through. How dare he be so presumptuous. You pulled out your phone to text M.J. that you were there, just late. There was someone standing right in the doorway, you could tell from a distance, they were peering out the glass at you. Has this guy been watching me..? No that was absurd. He was probably just peering out at the sky. There had been a lot of rain this fall, and the vastness above you was scattered with dark clouds, threatening to open up and rain for the third time this week. The figure receded back into the hall as you got closer, and you swung the door open, thankful for the warm air on your cold hands. You rubbed them together, then peered around for M.J. She was probably already down the hall in the lecture. Before you could start to head that way, someone stepped in front of you, stopping you in your tracks.
Brown eyes. Those brown eyes you know so well. Boring into you, halting your whole world. Bringing it to a still. Freckles decoratively speckled a perfectly shaped nose, right above those gentle lips, the same lips you shared so many conversations with, swept with your own, talking in tongues, and groans, and grunts of passion. In less than a second, you took in his whole face, his entire appearance in your eyes. In your soul. The sun had kissed his skin for every one you weren't able to give him. Glowing and royal, strong and beautiful. He’s talking to you, but you can't hear a thing. Nothing. You forgot how to breathe. After all, your breath was his, every breath you drew you’d gladly gave away to him. He had just stolen yours away, like he had the last year of your life. Was he asking you if you were okay? Asking you to sit down and breathe? You were still unable to make sense of a single word out of his mouth. “What the fuck?” was the last phrase you could utter out before your knees gave out and you fell to your ass on the floor. Peter had caught you by the arm, pulling you back up into him, and carrying you into an empty study room off to the side, sitting you on a chair, kneeling in front of you. Still complete silence, all around you. Unable to hear a thing, only to see those beautiful lips moving.
Then he touched your face, and you started to gain back your focus. “This isn't real...” was all you could manage. “Yes it is, babe I’m right here.” You heard his voice. For the first time in over a year, you could hear him, crystal clear. Not just in dreams, or in voicemails he had left you that you were never able to dispose of. His actual voice, one that belonged to an angel.
My angel.
“You left me.” You were shaking violently. So many thoughts were bounding through your mind, but all you could say to peter was ‘you left me.’ And it said everything that needed to be said. Unable to mask all of your emotions, also unable to keep your hands off of his face. Feeling him, his features. You had longed to touch him for so long, wondered if he was still alive and okay, and now as your hands played over his cheeks, his jawline and nose, he was so real to you. So alive.
“I did...and I can’t fix what I did, but babygirl I can tell you why...I owe you that, well so much more than that princess...Let’s just get you home and I can explain everything, okay?” You shook your head slowly. “Wait but I have class? and M.J...” Peter put his hand to your lips and hushed your banter. “Shh its okay, y/n don't worry about class, MJ will be fine, this is very important. Just come home with me.” He stood up reaching for your hand, which you offered him willingly. Home. Our apartment that we shared together, he still considers me home. “Okay.” You nodded rapidly as Peter helped you stand, and guided you out the door, towards the apartment. The cold air hit you like a wall and thunder began to rumble slowly over the sky. But nothing mattered, because Peter was at your side, holding tightly your hand. Shock still ravaged your mind and body, but you would have all of your answers. Every night you laid and cried and wondered alone, you would finally have closure.
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anon: hi ! if it's not too much trouble, i would like to order a ( male ) matcha latte 👉🏼👈🏼 i'm a 4'11 she/her libra with short brown hair and i'm an enfj ( though i consider myself to be an ambivert ). i loveee to create art: sing, shoot short films, and paint/sketch. i love to read and play sports. i'm also v active outside of school; i have tons of outside organizations ( being part of the student council ) [cont...]
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You pique Kenma’s curiosity when he starts noticing the different facets of your personality. Like he wonders how can you be so chaotic yet serious at the same time.
There are also times when he’ll compare himself to you like how you contrast each other in a lot of ways. However, he finds these differences really interesting that he observes you more often.
He’ll casually approach you and ask you about things out of the blue and it grows deeper over time, until he accidentally sees your drawings of him. It gives him the courage to approach you and confess his feelings.
Kenma will shoot aesthetic videos with you. He’ll definitely allow you to make him your muse, because he’s also looking forward to his turn, wherein he gets to be the one behind the camera and gets to records you.
Your favorite kind of date is whenever you’ll just stay in and talk about life while getting know more about each other. He’ll usually lay his head on your lap because he loves the way your fingers brush his hair gently.
You both remind each other to take care of yourselves. You always see to it that he gets enough sleep and he’s always there to check up on how you feel because he knows how you always put others, especially him, first. With this in mind, he’ll try his best to look after himself so you won’t worry. However, if he happens to ever make you worry, he’ll make amends by rubbing his cheek on your shoulder lovingly. It’s just super annoying how it works all the time because he’s goddamn cute.
A/N: Hi anon! IDK but this ended up cuter than I imagined...I hope you enjoy it! ♡
EVENT NAVIGATION: #MATCHA 2021
EVENT DETAILS: MARCH MATCH-UP MATCHA
☾ COLLECTIONS: Kozume Kenma ✧ Haikyuu ☾
✧ DAYDREAM MUSEUM ✧
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