#I’ve been on a drawing clothes kick lately

[emotionoitme]

if u want requests ive been thinking a lot about a roommate!au where reader catches carmen masturbating and offers to help him 🫣

YES HOT (with an extra twist)

he thought he would have enough time before she returned, cautiously eyeing the front door as it slammed shut. he slowly stands, the urge for relief scratching at him throughout the whole day.

it was hard being roommates with her.

not because she was messy, or late on rent, or any other common reason someone would be hard to live with. it was because he had a crush. a bad crush.

he obviously wasn’t blind—he thought she was attractive when they had met, but brushed the feeling away at the prospect of his chicago rent being split in half. his crush developed later, intertwined with intimate late night conversations, shared vulnerabilities, dinners together, watching her make her way to the bathroom scantily wrapped in a towel.

he found himself relentlessly teased by her presence, not being able to do anything about this affection he felt at the risk of losing her altogether.

carmen makes his way to his room, accidentally kicking the laundry basket he had left by his door. he frustratedly picks it up and dumps the laundry on his bed, preparing to fold it when he finds a garment he doesn’t recognize. a black lacy pair of panties, fabric small enough to make his face heat slightly.

it must’ve gotten mixed in with his clothes in the dryer, he thinks, picking them up with the intention of returning them, hesitating once he feels the material, running it between his fingers, feeling a twitch beneath his pants. he sits on the bed

it’s shameful, but he does it. wraps the underwear around his hand, shoves his pants down, begins to tease his growing cock, stroking so slowly, eyes closely fixated on the black lace rubbing against him. he imagines what she would look like in them, maybe how he would take them off of her, rutting into his hand, the tickling sensation of the fabric heightening his stimulation. he’s so entranced by the feeling and sight he doesn’t hear keys jingle, the front door swing open, his roommate reenter, in search of something she had left behind.

“carmy, have you seen my-” he hears a gasp, eyes snapping up to the door to see the subject of his fantasies right in front of him. the blood drains from his face, her eyes flickering down to his hand wrapped around his cock, the lace wrapped around his hand. he instinctively tries to cover himself.

“fuck, i-….it’s not-,” he stutters, at a loss for how to explain himself. his eyes dart back to her. she steps further into his room, closing the door. the look on her face surprised him, pupils blown and mouth slightly parted.

“are those mine?” she asks softly, walking closer to him. carmy’s heart pounds, unsure of what to expect from the encounter. he shamefully gives a small nod, thickly swallowing. the girl unexpectedly leans forward, puts her hands on his thighs and drops to her knees. the contact makes blood pulse through him in a rush. she draws her eyes to meet him, hand inching forward to untangle the lace from his fingers, brushing over the head of his cock, watching it twitch. she licks her lips, grabbing his length.

“i’ve been dreaming of this, you know,” she tells him before sinking her mouth onto him. the sentiment makes his head spin, holding onto her, gritting his teeth.

#carmen berzatto x reader #carmy x reader #the bear imagine #carmy berzatto imagine #carmy berzatto smut #carmy berzatto headcannon

[siriusleee]

you're stunning

Rodolfo Para x f!reader For @glitterypirateduck's Fall4Rudy challenge. Prompt: It's your choice A/N: #6! Four more to go for my 10-part drabble series! The challenge ends in 2 days so I can do it lol. Although I may be a rebel and post one a day late, since I will be working the homecoming game on Friday. tags: borderline smut. nothing to explicit, but it's enough. To see others in this series, you can find them at my masterlist here.

Rudy doesn’t love like other men you’ve been with: a race to the end, to see who finishes first and forget about the other. He doesn’t even undress you quickly, instead opting to touch you above your clothes.

It’s a wonder the bed sheets haven’t gone up in flame from the heat rolling off the two of you; you’re sweating and panting before he’s even done anything other than touch you, his fingers tracing your jaw.

“I need you Rudy,” you practically beg, lips parting as his thumb traces the outline of your lip. You capture the tip of his thumb in your mouth, swirling your tongue and savoring the taste of him. 

You can see his pulse quicken, and you want to kiss him at his pulse point, like away the sweat that’s starting to form there. 

“I’ve thought about this for a long time,” Rudy whispers against your skin, sliding your shirt up, pulling it off of you. 

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” You ask, hands wrapping around the hem of his white shirt, marveling at the contrast between the color and his skin as you tug it over his head. 

“You never called me Rudy.”

You never thought you needed to. The sleep is burnt from your body as Rudy hooks his fingers in the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down until you can kick them across the room.

Rudy shifts so that he’s kneeling between your knees; he bats away your hand when you try to reach for his belt buckle. His eyes linger on the stitches at your temple, the bruises you collect through each operation, the little scars picked up from everyday living. 

Your whole body bushes beneath his gaze. 

“You’re stunning; you know that?”

You’ve heard others say it - but not once had you ever felt like it was anything other than an excuse to move forward, but when Rudy says it you know he’s telling the truth.

Rudy takes his time with you, refusing to let you touch him until you’re nearly broken from the overwhelming feeling of him, and when he finally bury’s himself in you, he doesn’t fuck you. He holds you like you’re the most fragile thing in the world, pressing into you enough to stretch you out, hands caressing every inch of your body he can reach.

He doesn’t stop when you come undone beneath him; he talks to you in slow Spanish, kissing you when it gets too much.

He doesn’t leave after he finishes, a rush of belt bucking and searching for socks. 

He presses a gentle kiss to the stitches on your temple, rolling you over so that your back is pressed tight against his chest, hands drawing soft circles on the sensitive skin of your stomach. Outside it’s dark, stars rolling across the sky, and you fall asleep again to the warmth of him.

#my fics #fall4rudy #cod rudy #rodolfo rudy parra #rudy x reader #rudy cod #rudy parra #cod rodolfo #rodolfo x reader #rodolfo cod #rodolfo parra

[psychedelic-ink]

Congratulations on 4.5k! that's amazing and very well deserved! I would love a drabble with "I can't pretend anymore" with Dieter, because, ya know, pretends for a living and all that - all-the-way-down-here

thank you so much, love 💜 I really loved writing this, I hope you enjoy!

𝐁𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝𝐬

**gif by the amazing @pedrorascal ♡♡

pairing: dieter bravo x gn!reader

genre: hurt/comfort-ish, fluff, romance, friends to lovers

word count: 936

summary: Dieter enjoys his life, but he would enjoy it so much more if you were a part of it.

warnings: alcohol consumption, established friendship

𝑺𝑰𝑳'𝑺 4.5𝑲 𝑭𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑶𝑾𝑬𝑹 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑰 𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 (open)

Dieter enjoys the fun he has. He’s not going to lie and act like he’s above it all. He enjoys the chaos that pursues unrelated to him, likes the bodies moving and crowding one another as loud music blares from the speakers. He feels two arms snake up his shoulders and around his neck. Looking down he spots manicured, pastel purple nails. A pleasurable tingle rolls up his spine when those same nails gently bite into his chest. 

“Come join us, Dieter,” Lyra whispers into his ear. “I have a friend with me, I’ve been telling them all about you,” 

His cock twitches at the thought and he’s about to get up, that is until he spots you. You’re mingling, your clothes more than modest compared to the rest but you still seem you belong. You smile and laugh and he recognizes the person across from you as being a model. Someone he never talked to before but recognized from magazine covers. He looks up to Lyra who’s looking down at him with expectant eyes. 

“Sorry but I spot a friend. Maybe next time,” 

“Your friend can join,” she purrs. 

Dieter slowly rises from the couch, he touches the underside of Lyra’s chin and forces her gaze up with a smile. “Next time, sweetheart. Promise.” 

She sighs and smiles before moving away. 

Now that Lyra is out of the way, Dieter makes his way to you. You meet his gaze when he’s halfway there, your eyebrows lifting with surprise. He notices a smile tugging at your lips and he finds himself starting to smile as well. 

“Dieter!” you exclaim, throwing your arms around his shoulders. “How are you?” 

His hand moves to your waist on instinct, slightly moving lower when you don’t release him. He buries his face in your neck and takes a whiff of your smell; strawberries. 

You introduce him to your model friend, and he learns that her name is Jessica. A polite, albeit slightly forced, conversation proceeds. Dieter finds himself growing impatient, yet what for he’s not sure. Your one arm slides to his waist, holding him close. He’s surprised at how comforting it is. You’re one of those rare people who doesn’t want him to change or ask for anything more of him. 

And that fact alone makes him feel shitty for wanting more from you. 

It’s not hard acting like he doesn’t crave something more intimate, but it is tiring. It feels as if he’s working around the clock, the acting never stops. 

You must’ve noticed his recline from the conversation because you squeeze his hip, drawing his attention back to you. 

“Do you want to get some fresh air?” you ask, your gaze slightly clouded from the alcohol but still worried. When he nods, you turn to Jessica with an apologetic smile. “I’ll talk to you later, yeah?” 

Jessica nods and waves them off, already starting to speak with someone else before the two are even out of the door. 

The cool night air chills his warm skin. Dieter closes his eyes briefly, focusing on the way the wind caresses his skin. It feels nice. 

“Wanna go get something to eat?” you say, crossing your arm with his. “I’m starving. That party had nothing to eat,” 

“There were chips—” 

“Yeah, chips ain’t enough to soak up all I drank tonight.” you rub your stomach, kicking the pavement. “I feel sick,” 

“Why did you drink so much anyway?” 

“I don’t know,” you say with a small shrug. “I guess I was feeling a bit tense lately. I thought that if I got a bit loose I would feel better, but my calculations were wrong,” 

Dieter lets out a low chuckle, “Don’t worry. We’ll get some food in you and you’ll be good as new.” 

Silence follows, the only noise being your shoes hitting the pavement. Dieter thinks how nice it would be to just lean in and kiss you. He bets he could taste the gin still coating your tongue. 

He’s torn away from his thoughts when you tighten your arm around his. 

“Tell me how you’ve been feeling. You didn’t look so good in there,” 

“I—” he honestly has no idea how to reply to that. He shakes his head. “I don’t know,” 

“Come on, you can tell me anything,” 

“I can’t pretend anymore.” 

You suddenly stop and give him a confused glance, you tilt your head, which he finds incredibly endearing. “What do you mean?” 

“I just— Look, I really enjoy what we have, but I just can’t pretend I don’t want something more. You make me feel good about myself. You make me want to be a better version of myself and every time I see you my heart feels like it might combust.” 

A gust of wind blows. You’re staring at him with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. His heart aches at the sight, maybe he misread everything from start to finish, it wouldn’t be the first time. 

“I’m sorry,” he mutters, stealing his arm back. “I just really couldn’t hold it back anymore. It was getting exhausting.” 

He attempts to move away but before you can he feels your fingers pressing into the hallows of his cheeks, you pull him close, your lips finding his under the yellow glow of the street lamps. You kiss him hungrily, and just as he suspected he testes the gin on your tongue. 

You’re the one to break the kiss, panting and lips kiss-swollen. He’s about to dive back in before you press your palm into his chest. 

“Food first,” 

He grins from ear to ear, “Of course.” 

#dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo x you #dieter bravo #dieter bravo x female reader #4.5k baby #dieter bravo x gn!reader #the bubble dieter #the bubble fanfiction #the bubble x reader #the bubble fic #pedro pascal character #pedro pascal character fic #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal characters

[dulcesiabits]

deleted scene/former draft of how the meeting between reo and reader from stars you only see during the day went LOL. Warning that this is half-edited and half-written!!!!

“I would have to think about it, Takei-san,” someone—probably Mikage—replies. You crane your head, just in time to catch the look of a boy with a flute of fizzy water in his hand. He’s cute, with uneven bangs and a dove gray suit, and probably around your age, if not a little older. 

Your staring doesn’t go unnoticed. He inclines his head, smiles at you, and waves you over. Suddenly, everyone’s stares are on you for the first time that day, the boy’s attention stronger than a lighthouse. “Those shrimp look good.” 

“Thanks. I didn’t make them,” you say, then kick yourself. Curse your smart mouth. With rich folk like these, it’s better to just keep silent. 

The boy— Mikage— laughs. “Then you have to thank the chef for me.” He delicately scoops up one of the shrimp with his forefinger and thumb. The crowd is silent as he partakes, before a wave of hands rush toward your platter as Mikage swallows. 

“It does look good, you’re right, Mikage-san!”

“You have such impeccable taste.”

“I’ve always had a fondness for shrimp myself!” 

You smile tightly as you’re jostled by the sudden onslaught, elbows bumping into your sides as you’re crowded. Ah. Mikage had probably done this on purpose— waved you over to get the attention off of him. You were nothing but a sacrifice in the process. 

Takei, the man who had been rude to you initially— you refuse to use honorifics with someone like him—  grabs at the shrimp. “Give me some,” he snaps. 

“I can go get refills—” you begin, but he snatches the platter, making you stumble. 

Mikage, looking a bit regretful at shoving you into the swarm of sharks, starts to come closer, the glass still in his hand. “I’m sure there’s more than enough food for everyone, so why don’t we —” 

Takei tries to yank the platter from your hands, treating like you’re nothing but an inconvenient pest on his way to suck up to Mikage, and you struggle to hold on. Mikage draws closer, and he’s right by your side when Takei finally wrestles the platter from your hands, and you collide with Mikage. He grabs your elbow, trying to steady you, but it’s too late— the two of you go down, his expensive drink sloshing over both of you as you grab at the table cloth nearby in a vain attempt for stability— but of course, that only sends you, Mikage and the tablecloth flying to the ground in a tangled heap. You screw your eyes shut, preparing for impact. 

A few seconds pass before you realize you’re not in any sort of pain at all. In fact, the ground under you is really soft. And warm. And— oh shit. You open your eyes to come face to face with Mikage, who you’re lying on top of. The hall is deathly silent, a silence that crawls on your skin. 

“Shit, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to— I didn’t realize— sir, just let me—” You attempt to rise, hands fumbling at the ground for purchase. 

“No, it’s okay, you didn’t do it on purpose—” Mikage tries to placate you, but, as you rise, you bump into the table next to you, hard enough to send it crashing over, expensive ceramic plates and vase filled with beautiful tropical flowers cracking on the floor. 

Only one thought flashes through your mind as the guests finally gasp and murmur at the damage. You’re so screwed. 

“What an unmannered servant. Who hired them?” 

“And to injure Mikage-san like that. Surely the family will ask for compensation.” 

“How dreadful! It would be much deserved.” 

You’re still standing numbly in the center of it all when someone grabs at your wrist, hard enough to bruise. “Tch. They shouldn’t have let people like you in here in the first place. Let’s see what the manager of your shitty little catering joint has to say about this behavior.” It’s Takei. He just can’t let up, can he? Asshole. If it wasn’t for him, you wouldn’t be in this situation at all. 

Your free hand twitches. Would the consequences of slapping him right here and now truly be that terrible? It’s not like you could dig the hole you were in any deeper. 

Just as you contemplate going through with slapping Takei, Mikage cuts in front of the two of you. “Takei-san,” he says, smiling, when his eyes are anything but. “I think you should let them go. They didn’t mean to do anything like that.” 

“Hah? But they embarrassed you, Mikage. In front of everyone. They should get punished at least.” 

“It was an accident. It was my fault, too, don’t you think? For not providing a better venue and… [smooth explanation here]” 

“But—” 

“You want to blame Mikage corporation for all of this?” 

Takei pales. “N-no, Mikage-san. I see your point.” 

[transition somehow here]

Mikage wasn’t as bad as you thought. He had saved you back there, after all. For a sheltered trust fund baby, he’s pretty cool. Is there something you could for him in return? You open your mouth to thank him when Mikage whirls around, eues shining likes he’s hit upon a brilliant ideas. 

“Go out with me,” he says earnestly.

Your jaw drops. Ah. Never mind. You were right in your initial assessment: there really is something wrong with rich people. This boy clearly has a few screws lose.

#liya drabbles #blue lock #mikage reo #mikage reo x reader #x reader #I wanted to post this as a special when i posted the original fic #then forgor #BUT HERE IT IS BABY!! WOO! #u can also see a little of my writing process HAHA

[campbyler]

*i wrote all this at approximately 4am, so bear with me for how deranged i sound lol*

oh. my. GOD. AAAAAAAAA!!!! this chapter like holy fuck i was giggling and kicking my feet after reading the first three paragraphs. like omg my GOD THEY ARE SO ALFJDKAL!

i would just like it to be known that i have driven a standard vehicle one (1) time in my life and my experience was so similar to will’s with how i almost burst out crying the first time i stalled as well LOL! i can’t really say much about all the technical car stuff since its been a few years since i’ve driven a manual car and i don’t know shit about cars, but from what i remember my dad said basically the same things to me that mike said to will when teaching him so i would say it’s pretty spot on!

HOLY SHIT THEY ARE SO KING IF MY HEART CODED OMG!! “That’s it, baby!” like holy fuck “now you try on calling me baby like trying on clothes” first the thrift store date and then mike calling will baby!!??!!! so king of my heart of them. the mall date and the restaurant have changed my life. if i talk about it in too much detail i fear i might explode. so all ill say is OH MY GOD THEY ARE SO AAHADJKALSD LIKE “you should draw me” OMG I WAS SCREAMING JNTO MY PILLOW!!! “i already draw you all the time” KILLED ME! I DIED FOR A SECOND THERE ! “smoking hot… accurate portrait” i might as well have been six feet under at that point. “I’ll get jealous of her” holy shit michael wheeler. holy shit. i just have to continue before i really do explode. MIDDLE SCHOOL SWEETHEARTS!!! OH MY GOD I ALMOST DIED AGAIN! THE PHOTO BOOTH!!!!! i love a good photo booth moment and this one did NOT disappoint. THE HEART FRAME OMG!!!

will just absolutely ignoring max because she has them all figured out is just *mwah* but holy shit that car ride. will finally stopped ignoring that thing in the back of his mind and figured his shit out. like holy fuck my pillow probably hates me for how much silent screaming i’ve been doing through the chapter. will broke the no kissing in the mustang rule. HOLY SHIT HE BROKE HIS OWN RULE!!

this chapter is one of my faves!! can’t wait to see how mike is doing in the next chapter i bet he’s an absolute mess

AMAZING JOB AS ALWAYS!!! TAKE CARE!!!

<3<3<3

see you in the next chapter!

AHHH WE LOVE A 4AM COMMENT (EVEN IF YOU ARE INSANE FOR STAYING UP SO LATE TO READ)!! i am So So glad that you enjoyed!! i read this entire thing while nodding and also reaching thru the screen to pay your head gently 💗 tysm for reading and commenting and we hope you continue to enjoy the future chapters!!!

#asks #ch09 #acswy spoilers #they rly are insane and making me and suni write abt it...they're so unserious

[soulofapatrick]

More Than Just A Lover - Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: The smutty admittance of feeling after Tommy and Sarah conveniently leave to go bowling meaning the house is empty

Words: 1.5k

Warning: smut (p in v); fingering; oral (f!receiving); overstimulation; fluff

PART TWO OF More Than Just A Friend

Y/N’S POV

Joel kicks the door shut behind him, carrying me to the bed before laying me down and crawling over me, pressing open mouthed kisses to my neck. It’s all so gentle and loving despite how hot and heavy it feels, the mixture confusing and addicting. The way his blunt nails run almost painfully down my sides contrasts the way he kisses me, all soft and needing. 

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you,” He murmurs, voice deep and sultry and it goes straight south, drawing a sound from my throat at the thought of him jerking off to me late at night when the world is asleep. I’ve done it to him too, just wish we knew the feelings were mutual much sooner. Fuck, I can’t wait much longer with how he’s grinding his clothed cock against my core, hitting my clit every time.

“I wanna ride you.” I whisper in his ear and he’s pulling back with a proud smirk before his calloused hands are gripping my wrists and pinning my hands above my head, grinding even harder and making my hips buck into the delicious friction. 

He kisses up my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin before he growls out, voice husky and deep, “Well I want you face down, ass up sweetheart.” And it goes straight down my spine to my crotch, making my hips buck up into his for even more. The thought of him ramming into from behind has me wanting to roll over but his hands grip my hips tightly as he keeps grinding and that familiar feeling is building up too quickly, sounds escaping my throat and my hands gripping the sheets above my head, not wanting to move them from where he places them, “That’s it baby girl, cum for me.” His teeth scraping my collarbone sends me over the edge and I’m coming, my mouth falling open and his name being groaned as I soak my underwear. 

A possessive look crosses his face when he pulls my shirt over my head and I finally notice the red marks down my sides from his nails. It really shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does but the way he looks has me even wetter than I though possible, his fingers expertly unhooking my bra and leaving me exposed. I want to cover myself but he’s diving down, tongue slowly flicking my nipples and teasing me as much as he can while his other hand rolls the neglected bud of my other breast between his fingers. It sends tingles from my breasts down my stomach to my clit, his touch electric but he’s moving away too soon, trailing kisses lower and lower until he’s at the waistband of the sweatpants that are already hanging dangerously low on my hips. He doesn’t take any time to yank them down my legs, discarding them on the floor before he beard scratches the sensitive insides of my thighs until he’s blowing on my clothed crotch and I’m squirming. 

“Now, now baby girl,” Joel coos before sucking the fabric of my panties into his mouth with a soft groan and it shouldn’t be this hot but it is. He doesn’t last long as he’s practically tearing them off me before diving back between my legs like a starved man, holding my hips in place when he sucks my clit and I let out a moan. I’m oversensitive from my orgasm so every brush of his tongue feels like fireworks, tongue alternating between teasing my clit and dipping into my core before suddenly two fingers are plugged in me and I’m crying out. My hands fly to his hair, tugging roughly and drawing a moan from him which vibrates through my whole body and leaves my mind blank. 

“I-I can’t… Joel… It’s too much… fuck, Joel!” I’m whining, feeling the impending orgasm and my thighs slamming shut around his head, causing him to chuckle and speed up his relentless pace of fingers pumping in and out of me while he flicks his tongue over my clit. There it is, my voice breaking and his fingers and tongue coaxing me through another orgasm, this one felling wetter and longer, the burning in my gut more intense and it takes longer to come down from it, “Fuck me baby girl, you fucking squirted.” He sounds proud as my chest heaves and I watch through half lidded eyes at Joel slipping out of his clothes and swallowing thickly him. The air seems to leave the room at the sight of him, all those harsh lines replaced by softness just for me and I want to just take him in and revel- fucking hell.

His dick springs up, slapping against his stomach when his boxers fall and my mouth dries up at the sheer size and girthiness of him. I’m drawing myself up so I’m eye to eye with it, the pink tip leaking with precum that I want to suck away, wanting to hear him moan and pant above me but as soon as I reach out for it he’s gripping my wrists. He draws me into a filthy kiss, laying me back and fitting himself over me, the length of him resting against the inside of my thigh, “You wanna get on your hands and knees for me sweet girl?” He coos breaking the kiss, worded a question to give me an option and I just nod, unable to trust my voice. He lets me rearrange myself and I feel so exposed with my ass in the air for him to see and legs spread enough to show my leaking core, fluttering around nothing in anticipation, “Fuck me baby girl.” He groans, his body covering mine and head slipping through my folds teasingly before he sinks the head in. His forehead presses to my back, lips pressing comforting kisses as he stretches me open. Stealing the air from my lungs and my arms buckle so my face presses against the sheets. 

Joel keeps himself steady after bottoming out, hands smoothing up my sides to slip underneath me, squeezing my breasts and rolling my nipples between his fingers when he pulls out so just the tip is in before slamming back in. The mixture of him hitting that spongy spot almost immediately and the pinches my nipples has me letting out a guttural sound and returns the sound. He sets a brutal pace, peeling himself from against my back, both our bodies gathering a light sheen of sweat before suddenly he grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling me up and back against his chest. 

His hands wrap around my waist, the position pushing him in deeper, head brushing my cervix and it’s all overwhelming, my thighs trembling and gasping into the kiss he draws me into. He sucks on my bottom lip and my nails dig into his thighs as I try to find something to ground myself, my other hand in his salt and pepper curls and back arching to deepen every thrust. He sends me over the edge when his nails run up the insides of my thighs and I’m falling forwards again, body shuddering and face smooshed into the sheets, walls fluttering and clenching around his thick length and he’s growling behind me. 

Suddenly I’m being flipped onto my back and he doesn’t give me any warning before ploughing back into me, causing me to cry out as it’s almost painful being so overstimulated. “Shhh, hey sweet girl, it’s okay,” He draws me into a sweet kiss, thrusts becoming sloppy, “Where can I-“ He grunts when I wrap my legs around his waist and he’s falling into the kiss. I think my eyes roll back into my head at the feeling of him filling me up rope after rope until he’s collapsing on top of me and I’m running my hand through his hair soothingly, “Fucking hell baby girl, you’re so perfect.”

“I love you too,” I laugh, petting his hair instead and he stills suddenly, pulling back to meet my gaze. His honey ones are wide and it dawns on me what I just said, “I-I’m sorry I-“ 

Lips are on mine, the kiss full of emotions and I want to cry as all of this is real and everything I have thought about, “I love you so much.”

“DAADDDD! Y/N! WE’RE BAAAAaaaAAAAACK!” 

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I'll Follow Your Lead - My Hero

~Also on my Ao3 and Wattpad~

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

College has been kicking my ass but I recently got n influx of Jack Dawson edits on the TikTok fyp and I felt ✨inspired✨ So here you go! Also, Trigger warning!!! Sexual assault is not explicitly depicted but is heavily implied

Jack had just finished his first shift at Rinaldi’s - helping Elmer haul supplies from the delivery truck to the pantry – and he was sitting at the back of the dining room smoking a cigarette and drinking a beer. A few performers had already come and gone as the curtains opened on the stage once again. The band was playing the beginning of a jazzy tune and the curtains revealed something Jack had not expected. Dorothea stood in the middle of the stage. She was adorned in a beautiful pale blue dress the bottom of it trailed a bit behind her and every inch of the dress sparkled in the stage lights. She sparkled in the stage lights. Jack was speechless. He set his drink down and leaned forward in his chair as Dorothea began singing. Her voice was rich and clear as it rang through the dining room. Jack hung on her every word.

     “Isn’t she a star,” Margarette sighed as she brought Jack his dinner – free of charge by request of Dorothea. “She’s such a rare talent, that girl.”

     “Yeah, she is. I didn’t know she sang,” He said.

     “She’s a shy girl. She’s been that way since she turned up on our doorstep,” Margarette chuckled and gave Jack a fond smile before going back to the kitchen.

     Jack fumbled for his sketchbook, desperate to capture this version of Dorothea on paper. He sketched quickly and loosely. He would return to the drawing later with details but for now, he mostly focused on actually looking at her. He knew that he would not soon forget her like this.

She had seen him in the crowd. How could she not have he was basically the only person there; well she certainly felt that way. As she hurried back to her dressing room to change back into her regular clothes, she was unaware that another man had watched her perform. The man from the café.

     “Dorothea, dear, you’re food will be ready in the kitchen when you’re done!” Margarette called through the door of the small dressing room.

     “Alright!” Dorothea responded. She carefully removed the gems that glittered in her hair and watched in the mirror as her hair fell over her shoulders and down her back.  

     “beautiful, is what I was gonna say.”

Jack’s compliments from the day of the party rang in her ears and caused warmth to bloom over her face and neck. A girlish smile stretched across her lips as she continued to undress. Just as she had managed to unlace the corset of her dress, someone knocked on the door. Dorothea thought nothing of it, believing it to be the old seamstress who usually helps her in and out of costumes - foolish

     “Come in!” The door slowly creaked open, “You’re a little too late, Inez, I’ve already got the corset off,” She laughed.

     “Then I suppose I have impeccable timing.”

     After quickly finishing his preliminary sketch, Jack rushed off to find out where he could see Dorothea. Finding his way back to the kitchen he met Elmer and Margarette chatting by the stove. Elmer was the first to notice the young man enter.

     “Jack, my boy! Come back for seconds?” Elmer’s deep voice broke into a rumbling chuckle. Jack smiled,

     “Not this time. I wanted to know where I could find Dorothea. I want to tell her how well she did tonight,” Jack sat his sketchbook on the kitchen counter before stuffing his hands in his pockets. Elmer and Margarette shared a look that can only be described as knowing.

     “Of course! I was just heading that way to fetch her for dinner. Come with me.” Elmer held an arm out to beckon Jack over. As they walked toward a hallway at the back of the room, the older man clapped Jack on the back. “Was this the first performance you’ve seen?”

     Jack nodded. “She never even told me she performed here.”

Elmer barked out a laugh and shook his head, “That doesn’t surprise me-“ He paused to say hello to one of the musicians as they entered the part of the hallway lined with dressing rooms, “That girl seems to be allergic to giving herself any praise.”

     “Well, I-“

A scream cut Jack off from down the hallway. His eyebrows furrowed and looked at Elmer who had a similar facial expression.

     “That sounded like it came from her dressing room-“

     “Help!”

Both men took off down the hallway. Jack was much faster than Elmer and quickly came to a wooden door with Dorothea’s name on it. He swung the door open and was temporarily stunned by the sight in front of him. It was him. The man from that one day in the café who had come looking for Dorothea. He had her with a harsh grip on her shoulders and was attempting to push her to the floor. Dorothea held one hand against the man’s chest, trying to push him off, while her other hand clawed at the loose fabric of her dress trying to keep it from falling. Dorothea’s wild, frightened eyes met Jack’s, and a fleeting look of relief flitted across her face.

     “Jack!” She shrieked out his name and that called him to action. He rushed forward and grasped the man by his collar yanking him backward. The man stumbled in surprise and let go of Dorothea, who dropped to the floor from the sudden loss of opposing force. Just as the man turned to face the new presence in the room, Jack met his face with one of the hardest punches he’s ever thrown. A fleshy smack sounded through the room before the man fell to the ground. However, he wasn’t down long before Jack hauled him up by his jacket and tossed him out through the open door where Elmer and a few of his men happened to be coming in. The man fell pathetically at their feet, dazed.

     “Haul ‘im up, boys, and get him outta here,” Elmer demanded. “I’ll be right back,” He told Jack before following his boys out of the hall. Jack whirled on his heel and knelt down beside Dorothea who had yet to get up from the floor.

     Dorothea had never felt so afraid in her life. Her heart was beating a million miles a minute and she couldn’t seem to catch her breath. The hand that wasn’t holding her in a sitting position felt paralyzed in its unwavering grip on her dress. Her gaze immediately went to Jack as he knelt down beside her. His eyes searched over her with a worried expression making sure she hadn’t been hurt.

     “Are you okay?” He asked as he just barely let his hand graze the skin of her arm. He quickly shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut, “What a dumb question, Jack” he murmured to himself before opening his eyes again. This time his gaze was locked on Dorothea’s face. Even in this frazzled state, she fought the urge to right her appearance, knowing that she probably looked awful with her tear-stained face and mussed-up hair.  Her mouth opened and closed but the sound eluded her. Her breathing quickened as it started to feel like air wasn’t even passing through her lips.

     “Okay, okay, Dory, you need to take a deep breath, alright? Can you try that?” Jack asked. Dorothea blinked in surprise before shaking her head. She couldn’t do it.

     “Come on, yeah you can. Let me show you,” Jack took a gentle hold of the hand that was holding her up and pulled her to sit up further. He supported her back with his other hand while placing her hand on his chest. He knew she could feel his own racing heart just as she knew he could feel her shoulders rising up and down from her rapid breaths. Jack took a deep breath and Dorothea watched as her hand rose and fell with him. She struggled for a moment to copy his breaths and squeezed her eyes shut in concentration.

     Elmer made his way back down the hallway, adjusting the rings on his hand as he walked. As he came upon Dorothea’s dressing room he paused. Jack and Dorothea were still on the floor and Jack was still helping Dorothea with her breathing. Elmer watched as Dorothea’s breathing slowly became more even to match Jack’s and watched as Jack’s eyes watched Dorothea as if she’d disappear. The older man smiled with a twinkle in his eye as he decided to go straight to the kitchen to inform his wife of the incident but - more importantly - to leave the two alone for a while longer.

     Dorothea opened her eyes and was caught off guard by immediately meeting Jack’s gaze. Even though her breathing had evened out several moments ago, they were still in the same place: Jack holding Dorothea’s hand to his chest while also supporting her seated position. She sniffed and mustered up a weak smile. He returned it with a crooked one of his own.

     “You-“ She paused to clear her throat, “You called me Dory.”

     “Huh?” Jack couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. That’s what she chooses to talk about?  

     Dorothea swallowed hard, “Just a few minutes ago. You called me Dory. Only Angeline calls me that.”

     “Oh,” Jack frowned, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know I wasn’t-“

     “I liked it.”

     Jack gave another small smile before moving to stand. Dorothea’s hand quickly tightened, grabbing a fistful of Jack’s shirt to stop him from moving. “What are you doing?” The wild look in her eye from before was resurfacing but Jack was quick to reassure her.

     “We gotta get you standing so you can change, right?”

     “Oh, yes.” Dorothea’s hand relaxed and Jack grasped it to help her stand up, still keeping his other hand on her back. Dorothea looks at Jack’s hand and her eyes widen. “Jack! Your hand, it’s bleeding!”

     “Yeah, that usually happens after punching someone in the face.” He laughed when Dorothea sent him a disapproving glare.

     “We have to get this cleaned up before it gets infected!”

     “No, you have to get dressed.”

Dorothea suddenly became very aware that her dress had barely stayed up this entire time, still only held by her hand. This time there was no way to hide the redness in her cheeks.

     “Right.” Dorothea let go of Jack’s hand to further cover herself even though nothing was actually exposed. Jack took a step back to give her some space. He vaguely gestured toward the door,

     “I’ll be right outside.”

     As Dorothea dressed, she caught glimpses of herself in the mirror. The man had left bruises. His handprints were seared into the skin of her arm in the form of yellowish outlines. She almost started to cry again. The idea that those handprints would remain there for days after he touched her made her feel sick to the stomach. She didn’t know if she could stand to even look at food right now. Luckily, her blouse sleeves covered up the bruises and she wouldn’t have to look at them – at least for now. She felt too tired to bother putting her hair up again and decided to let the curls have their way and fall around her shoulders and face. She finally opened the door and poked her head out, only fully emerging when her eyes landed on Jack who was leaning against the opposite was with an unlit cigarette in his mouth. His head snapped up at the sound of the door opening and he gave Dorothea a smile.

     “Come on, I’m sure Elmer and Margarette are waiting for you.” He said. He held his hand out for her to take but she declined by hugging herself tightly. She did not want to be touched right now. She felt disgusting. If Jack was offended by her rejection, Dorothea noted that he didn’t show it and instead put his hand in his pocket and smiled once again. Dorothea appreciated that more than he would ever know. She kept her arms wrapped around herself even as they walked silently down the hallway toward the kitchen. Everyone had left at this point so the only sound heard was their footsteps against the stone floor.

     Elmer and Margarette ceased their conversation at the sound of footsteps coming toward the kitchen. Margarette quickly removed her apron and rushed to meet Dorothea at the door before ushering her toward the table in the middle of the room.

     “Sit, miei cari, sit.”

     “Margarette, I-I’m fine, really I am. You needn’t fuss over me,” Dorothea’s voice was soft as if she had lost it.

     “I won’t hear any of that! You sit down and let me take care of you.” Margarette’s voice broke a little at the end of her sentence. She knew what Dorothea was feeling. She had never wanted Dorothea to feel that way.

     Elmer turned to Jack who had stayed in the doorway and gestured for him to come closer. When Jack was close enough, Elmer laid a heavy hand on his shoulder and gave a reassuring squeeze.

     “You did good, boy. You did good. Now, let’s see that hand.”

     “Oh, no, sir I don’t need-“

     “That was a mean hook you laid on him and I know a thing or two about splittin’ knuckles. Let’s see ‘em.” Elmer left no room for argument. Jack raised his right hand so that Elmer could see. His knuckles were red and swollen – they’d be bruised tomorrow – and there was dried blood on the webbing of his fingers. “Not too bad. Go wash your hands and I’ll show you how to bandage them up nice and tight.”

     After the two adults had sufficiently fixed up Jack and Dorothea, they sent them off. Margarette, Elmer, and Jack insisted that Jack walk Dorothea back to the lodging house despite her protests that it wasn’t necessary.

     “Miei cari, He could be waiting for you to leave.”

And that was all it took for Dorothea to agree. The pair walked for a long time in silence. As they walked, Dorothea kept her arms firmly wrapped around herself. She stared down at the ground and chewed on the inside of her cheek. Jack split his time between looking at Dorothea and looking around to make sure that guy wasn’t lurking around anywhere. He was worried about Dorothea and even more about having to leave her alone.

     “Will you be alright once you get home?” He asked.

     “Yes.”

     “What about tomorrow morning? Don’t you work?”

     “Yes. I’m sure it will be fine.” Dorothea looked up at Jack and smiled. She was flattered that Jack was worrying this much about her. She had been thinking about how quickly he had come into the dressing room to help her. Dorothea had never been so grateful for anyone in her whole life. She furrowed her eyebrows,

     “How did you know I needed help?”

     “I heard you scream from down the hall. I was coming with Elmer to tell you how great you were tonight but I never got the chance.”

Dorothea hummed in understanding as she returned her gaze to the ground.

     “You did great tonight, by the way.” He said with a grin. Dorothea couldn’t help the watery laugh that escaped her lips. She didn’t even realize she had started to cry again.

     “Thank you, Jack.” She said just as they neared the steps of the house. They stopped on the landing and turned to face each other.

     “Of course! I mean why didn’t you ever tell me you could sing like that-“

     “I meant for saving me, you daft boy!” She rolled her eyes and smiled lightly.

     “Oh, yeah, that,” Jack scratched the back of his neck with his bandaged hand and tried to suppress the warmth climbing his neck. “I just did what anyone would have done.”

     “But anybody didn’t. You did.” Dorothea said in a very serious tone. “For that, I owe you more than you could possibly imagine. You were my hero tonight.” Dorothea smiled, this time a real one as if she had no control.

     Jack couldn’t stop his face from flushing so he quickly looked away. “You don’t owe me anything, Dory.” He said, finally looking back down at her. She nodded, though they both knew she didn’t believe him, before turning to head inside. “But if you wanted to keep calling me that,” She paused to look back at him and he swallowed, “I, um, I wouldn’t complain.” He shrugged his shoulders, trying to be casual as he pointedly looked everywhere but at Dorothea.

     Dorothea hummed again. Just before she closed the door she said, “My hero.”

     As the door clicked shut and Jack let out a puff of air, he knew he looked like an idiot standing on her doorstep with the widest grin known to man, and he couldn’t care less.

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[aquilas-designs]

The sea is best enjoyed together

Been on a bit of a Stardew Valley kick again lately and I’ve been spending a lot of time with Sebastian. I’ve seen this cutscene plenty of times, but this time it finally occurred to me to draw it, and I love the result!

I’ve never actually drawn wet fur before, so I’m incredibly proud of myself!

Also, I’ve been wanting to show off stages of my drawings in the past, so why not post some behind-the-scenes pics here?

Only the two this time, since the background was so simple I didn’t bother making a concept for it.

The builds in the second picture did have basic stick figures, but I ended up deviating from them a bit and left them looking a bit silly so I removed them and stuck to the basic shape build (yellow).

My process is normally to draw stick/box figures with red lines then to shape them out with yellow. Then I move onto facial features, hair and clothes (if applicable) in green. Finally, I use cyan to add any extra details. This time around, I used it to plan how the fur would change due to the rain. I’ve also used it in the past to add piercings, horns, or to reiterate folds in clothing. Also I don’t really know why I planned Seb’s mouth in cyan, since that’s normally a thing I do with green but it doesn’t really matter.

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[hoardlikegoldenirises]

I’ve edited my timeline a bit (a lot...) and the old version of this drawing just wasn’t really useful for me anymore because of certain changes etc. so i finally expanded it a LOT so i have a better idea of what flash’s hair should look like.

(while peter stays mostly the same XD he’s just not interested in experimenting with his hair i guess)

putting some individual bits (well, groups of 3-4) below the cut:

Flash in his late teens; his only form of hairstyling in high school was buzzcuts from his mom so i just wrote “high school” instead of an age lol... once he goes off to college he starts growing his hair out and by the time he loses his legs that’s about what it looks like (18ish), and then the one with the hello kitty shirt is about a year later, how he looks by the time he’s 19 and a half... then a few months later he buzzes it all off after some stuff happens that upsets him, that i won’t go into here but will be uploaded to the AO3 series as a fic later. short version is “he has a revelation about himself and gender that he’s really, really not ready to deal with and locks himself back in the closet” (not that he was really out of the closet but he was rolling around in 2006 wearing a hello kitty shirt and nail polish lol) so yeah he ends up depressed again, and drinking more (still not legally old enough to drink but he has his fake id and other ways of getting it, of course) and trying to be Outwardly Masculine like he was before :(

oh i’ll also note—since it’s not visible in these busts lol—flash has of course been using a wheelchair since he was 18 and a half, which is obviously because of the events in “these are not the clothes [...]” where doc ock crushes his legs... so aside from the teenage stuff, he’s in a rigid wheelchair throughout this entire au—i decided against him ever getting prosthetic legs because initially he is young enough that growth is still a partial factor, on top of prosthetic legs already being even more expensive than wheelchairs and already requiring multiple fittings in the early stages even for adults who are totally done growing, and then later they’re just like... poor... plus not being on his dad’s insurance after a certain age (esp. after being kicked out but i don’t think he was disowned)... even by the time he and peter get married and flash is on peter’s health insurance i doubt they’d be able to afford a pair of otk prosthetic legs on the salary of one full time teacher and one part time assistant gym teacher lol—that shit’s like tens of thousands PER leg... even with insurance i doubt they’d be able to throw together something like 20k-40k (or more) for prosthetic legs on top of being due to replace flash’s wheelchair... granted they do have rich friends (and my headcanon in 616 is that harry and/or liz are probably the ones who helped pay for flash’s mobility aids in the first place) but imo neither are the type to want to go asking for money, regardless of harry or liz’s willingness to give it to them... and being like, “hey can i have $40,000?” is a BIG ask lmao

ANYWAY Flash is still kind of in a rough place in his early 20s, but starts to get better and feel okay with the things that made him feel happy before, so his hair starts growing out again and he busts out the spidey choker but not the nail polish. am considering having andi be a character around this time (though obvs she’d be like... 10) but not sure about how i want to do that... or if i’ll ever write it XD def still having drinking problems as he gets actually legally old enough to drink but less depression = less drinking for him, to some extent... his beachy curls are just the cutest though

not pictured: flash converts to judaism in 2010 (along w/ his mother and sister)

(2011 necklace just a regular fine silver chain necklace peter got him for his birthday)

mid 20s flash is a lot happier and starts wearing nail polish again, as well as getting his associate’s degree and also starting the *other* AA (alcoholics anonymous) or a similar program happening kind of concurrently with some other stuff (Harry’s also been going through it which partially leads to flash realizing he wants to change some things in his life) and also just because he’s so busy with school and other stuff that it’s really just become a lot more impractical for him to drink as much, and with the support of aunt may and peter and his friends he’s getting a lot better about his drinking and also a lot more comfortable with himself and his sexuality and gender presentation now that he’s had time to think about it more and not be so afraid. turns out 7 years away from your abusive father helps a lot... also harrison specifically has had kind of poor health and while idk if flash is even in contact with him anymore, if he is then, that might contribute to flash being like, fuck i don’t want to be like that...

anyway he gets job as an assistant gym teacher at midtown around the same time peter gets a job there (though peter’s been teaching already for a few years while getting his masters, but he was teaching at a school near chelsea instead of in queens)... Flash puts his hair up at work but at home it’s like, :> girly time.

and peter proposes when they’re 26, cause he’s been thinking about how that stuff has been legal in nyc for a couple years (since 2011) and just. he’s peter. he wants to get married. he’s a wife guy. i doubt flash says yes IMMEDIATELY because he has some hang-ups related to his home life growing up and peter and him haven’t always had the smoothest relationship, so understandably he isn’t ready to say yes immediately .... but like... they’ve been exclusive for a few years on top of some off-and-on stuff in their early 20s, and peter has seen him in some of his worst, most rock-bottom moments in life as well as helping him realize who he is inside, and still loves him, so he says yes.

also around this time, along with the convo about if marriage is the right fit, they have a convo about flash’s ... “identity issues” and talk about that and make good strides there. peter helps flash embrace that aspect of himself, especially now that peter’s mature enough to be capable of supporting flash without being pushy or aggressive or expecting him to just magically be grateful LOL—my, how they grow up XD so this is when they first start experimenting with feminine terms of endearment (at least on purpose) and stuff like... well, they’re engaged so i guess it’s just fiance LOL so not girlfriend. “wife-to-be.” and other more uh. nsfw things 😂

(the blue pendant necklace is a wedding gift from felicia)

they get married, still 26 because their wedding is in the spring and flash’s birthday isn’t until june and peter’s is in october, but like, ALMOST 27, the long hair is definitely what flash has at 27 following the wedding, and then the even longer hair is around the time the man-spider fic is taking place and has grown out a lot.

i’m still using he/him pronouns for flash in the man-spider fic as of my most recent edits, but i actually am not 100% sure what the deal is with that. i think there are lot of feminine terms of endearment in the privacy of their home, and i’ve had felicia call flash a pretty girl, and even tossed in a “wife” in a recent edit of ch 1, but flash isn’t really publicly out... “boy mode at work” as the doodle says lol. there’s always a chance i go back and edit pronouns. we’ll see how that shakes out. i think when flash is somewhere around mid-40s that might shift over to like, more feminine everything... a more comprehensive social transition i guess

then the late 40s one is mostly an estimate of like, this might be what flash looks like in 20 years... but idk for sure. wife city. a couple of white hairs but she’s not going gray as much as peter is lol

also—re the wedding stuff: originally there was no yarmulke for flash’s wedding outfit but i recently committed to flash asking his mother about their heritage (in “last week [...]”) with the idea that maybe his mom’s side is jewish or used to be jewish (but that there’s been a lot of intermarriage) and now have decided flash converts in 2010, so not an interfaith ceremony, just a jewish one.

here are their wedding rings. peter proposed without a ring but after they talked through if marriage was the right step for them and flash agreed to it, flash also eventually asked if he could get an engagement ring... because gender. so they buy a really small, simple one that doesn’t attract too much attention but still has a little tiny diamond... peter offers to wear one too but it’s not very practical for his line of work (spidey lol) so they end up just getting the one for flash. and then their wedding bands match but flash’s is skinnier just cause he doesn’t want to draw too much attention to the set. like it’s a small, happy thing for him, but that doesn’t mean he wants randos staring at his rings (and also they’re not exactly wealthy on a single full time teacher’s salary + a part time assistant gym teacher’s salary to support them and pitch in for aunt may...)

i can see peter getting an anniversary ring for flash eventually too... maybe 10 year...

also as a sidenote, i just wanted to say i def agree that peter doesn’t need to be married to be an adult or be mature, and that it’s weird when people boil it down to “peter has to be married to be an adult.”  the problem with comics right now isn’t that he isn’t married, but rather the circumstances for why it was decided that they had to end that relationship, and the way he is watered down into a nothing character with no personality and no flaws who isn’t allowed to swear or drink in the name of Mascot-ification while his dark hair and features are made lighter and more generic (arguably more aryan) (latter also a problem with flash and why i only draw flash with curly or wavy red or strawberry hair now instead of the straight yellow blonde he’s been given over the past 20 years)

ANYWAY

what i’m saying is that while marriage shouldn’t be the only way for a romance to continue, etc. and emulating traditional gender roles and marriage roles is not the only way to be in love etc. i do think peter is a wife guy (and how many times has his first solution to literally any problem with a woman has been “oh no i have to propose”?) so i think in this case it’s warranted, and peter being like, well, gay marriage is legal... and we both have jobs at the same school now... and we’re probably gonna move soon... maybe we should get married.... makes sense to me 😂 especially considering things like healthcare and the fact that flash is no longer young enough to stay on his dad’s insurance... and peter is very much a protective (overprotective) person who wants to take care of the people he cares about... makes sense that he’d be like, i love you, i want to be with you for as long as possible, let me take care of you better

but also: me smushing fictional characters together like barbies: teehee wedding

me giving flash longer and longer hair and more feminine presentation could also be talked about as like, trans people don’t need to emulate traditional gender roles—but i like when flash has long hair and i think it looks pretty and cute. but also frankly part of the reason i gave flash long hair is less to do with gender presentation and more to do with the fact that i grew up in a family where 4/5 of my uncles grew their hair out long as adults specifically because they’d all had buzzcuts their whole childhood and adolescence so growing their hair out was a way for them to assert their personhood lol

and i think that applies to flash here too, in addition to the genders and long hair as a form of feminine androgyny

as for peter:

i drew a lot less for him XD his hair is mostly the same 2-3 styles cause he doesn’t care that much about fashion whereas flash has the whole Queerness and Gender thing going on. (otherwise i wouldn’t have given him like 10 hairstyles LOL)

late teens and early 20s, peter starts to loosen up a little bit with his hair as he gets older and more adult... he also loosens up his clothing for all of five seconds because with the symbiote when he’s 17-18 (mostly 18) he doesn’t need to hide a suit under his clothes, it just exists, so 18 is his “slutty button-downs” era XD  but then a few months before he turns 19 he loses the symbiote so it’s back to buttoned-up collars and turtlenecks and stuff... but sexy instead of nerdy. also he shaves his awful teenage boy barely-a-mustache.

that era of looser hair and more tightly done casual clothes is also around when flash goes back to trying to be masc and he and peter are separated (both in terms of peter living away from aunt may’s house and also in terms of not dating) for a little while.

but, early 20s is also when peter and flash get back together after a couple years and enter a steady relationship—when they’re around 21, 22 years old? and that happens kind of concurrently with flash figuring himself out with less fear, and peter helps with that a little bit. so as peter starts getting shaggier and less uptight, flash also starts to relax and grow his hair out. so they get shaggy hair together 😌 (though flash’s is def longer, peter just needs to go get his hair cut more often XD)

mid-20s, you can see Pete has gotten shaggy as he loosens up! but then some shit happens over a span of ~3 months that’s not great that i won’t get into here (see this post ) and he ends up hospitalized etc... after that, he gets his hair cut once he’s doing better, and keeps it pretty short and tidy from here on out as a way to, i guess... have some control over his life. it makes him feel better to be clean-shaven, neatly coiffed, etc. so from his mid-20s onward he’s permanently said goodbye to the baby mullets.

and then like i said he doesn’t go through as many hairstyles so i didn’t bother drawing out 10 different variations of his mid-20s haircuts... cause they’re all roughly the same but with varying levels of bang length depending on when the last time he got a haircut was XD

so skipping to 26/27 for the wedding stuff, and then 28 for man-spider... he’s matured now.... (damn wish i was that put-together at 28, my life’s a mess😂) so in man-spider they’ve been married for a little over a year (rough strain on the second year of marriage 😅) and then after it, he looks mostly the same but is a little bit fuzzier (even more?!) and has slightly pointier teeth.

and then in his 40s aka DILF with bad facial hair era, his hair will start going PRETTY gray pretty quickly... with that white streak... his hair is gonna be more silvery than flash’s as they age, partly cause of the stress of being spider-man and partly cause silver fox suits him lol

(not that flash hasn’t had stressful stuff happening too but it’s a little different)

and yes i gave him stupid facial hair, as is his right. any middle aged peter needs some kind of dorky goatee or mustache, that’s just the rules okay. i almost gave him a beard but i didn’t like the way it looked XD (also a beard under the mask seems unpleasant)

he dies at 49.

i drew this anyway:

I mostly just wanted to doodle that cause I thought it was cute but like... Peter gets gunned down before he even hits his 50th birthday. like literally a few weeks before he turns 50. It’s tragic but not surprising in the end and probably something they were a little prepared for considering everything that happens in their life together. at least flash will be a hot milf widow. (except she dies of a broken heart on his birthday instead) (aka a heart attack + a fall in the middle of the night)

i’ve just been thinking about that scene in asm500 where future peter gets taken out by a literal swarm of cops and a sniper... though that universe obviously has its own stuff going on and implies peter kinda goes bad, and i’m not really looking to do that to him or flash (as much as i like a Killer Spidey, i don’t think it’s the right fit here) we’ll see... i just know i want to re-emphasize that peter will treat flash with love, gentleness, and tenderness up until his last breath... wifeguy til the end. i think maybe fisk is involved or something...

anyway misc doodles from the past two years:

tfw you turn from a circle to a dorky teenager into being chiseled

i’ll also note that peter has a lot of issues ... like a lot... and he was already a temperamental teen but he has some serious anger and other issues as a teenager due to sexual trauma as a 12 year old :( poor kid. you can see mentions of that in the stuff i have posted; peter’s mostly coping as an adult but sometimes it creeps back out... :/ contributed to his antisocial behavior in high school for sure. also he hit puberty so hard XD his voice dropped like three octaves between age 12 and age 18 lmfao

added flash onto this older drawing so i could have a comparison of the way they grew... they both had major growth spurts but flash’s happened when he was around 13 and peter’s didn’t hit until 16-ish (well no he had a smaller growth spurt around 12-13)... a couple of angry children XD... also edited this to make ben shorter cause i realized i made him like. very tall on accident. but closer to 5′11″ here instead of like 6′2″ XD

and peter’s spidey suits over the years... first costume is dorkier and also a little more silver age styled, then black suit as an 18 year old and then he makes a new suit since he’s bigger after losing the black suit, and needs something better and more durable... has also filled out a LOT by 19/20 lol now he’s got that booty... and i think his suit probably tends to be some variation on that suit throughout his adulthood...

i’ll note that originally i planned for the black suit to be a little earlier but some stuff changed, so peter probably shouldn’t be QUITE that gangly and thin in the black suit. but otherwise it’s mostly right.

i also have this variant (with bonus six arms style) which i like a lot too though for all of these i don’t actually love the spider logo’s look ... this was a scrapped idea for a different AU so just ignore the six arms and spider face stuff XD not relevant here, just looking at the suit style

it’s really just the default spider-suit i draw tbh XD (this pic and the next obvs from that 8 page comic i did, not from this au)

i like this logo style better.

also bonus: a general idea of what the rest of the gang looks like..

#nadiart #rough art #fanadiart #peterflash #peter parker #flash thompson #trans flash #spiderman #peterflash timeline au #came in through the window last night

[duhragonball]

Dragon Ball Super 115

Tonight’s Episode: Kefla Whoops Goku’s ass!

Last time, Goku had defeated Caulifla and Kale, but they had a secret weapon up their sleeves!  Well, I think Caulifla was keeping hers in her belt/sash thing, really.  Turns out Champa gave them Potara Earrings before the tournament started, with instructions to put them on late in the tournament.  So now we’ve got Kefla, and if she’s anything like Vegito, then Goku is in deep trouble.

Kefla’s only real weakness seems to be that it takes her a bit to get used to how overwhelmingly powerful she is.  When she leaps at Goku, she overshoots him, for instance.  But it doesn’t take her long to get used to her body.  Come to think of it, Vegito had a similar period of adjustment. 

Although... when Vegito returned in Episode 66, he was ready to rock right out of the gate.  I guess that only makes sense, seeing as it was the second time Goku and Vegeta fused.  Still, it’s kind of weird to think about how Vegito remembers being two different guys, then being Vegito, then separating again, then being Vegito again after a number of years.  I guess it’s no different from all the times Gotenks has shown up, but I’m used to thinking of Gotenks as a temporary thing.  Vegito is too, apparently, but I still think of him as this one-and-for-all deal that just happened to cancel out. 

Anyway, Kefla’s putting the boots to Goku, and she’s only in base form. 

What’s she doing--?  AW SHIT!  IT’S THE GIANT SWING!

Okay, so she does have the hair tie from Kale.  I’ve seen fan artists draw Kefla with her hair “down” and I never understood what they were getting that from.  Anyway, the audience is counting the swings.  Goku’s dizzy as hell right now! 

Arrgh! The centrifugal force!  Chris Jericho tapped out to this once.  But Goku won’t because he’s not fighting Cell this time he knows Universe 7 is counting on him!

She just keeps swinging his ass!   While we’re waiting, here’s KISS with the hit song, “She”. 

Meanwhile, Beerus complains about the use of Potara being illegal.  Champa doesn’t see the problem, and the Grand Zenos think it’s cool, so that makes it legal. 

So Beerus demands to use Potara earrings himself, and mugs Shin. Whis points out that there’s a risk to this.  If Androids 17 and 18 fuse, for example, they might get an incredible warrior out of it (Shin calls this “Android 35″).  However, if that fused fighter makes a mistake and gets eliminated, then they lose two fighters in one stroke. 

Meanwhile, Vegeta is still fighting Top, and he keeps getting distracted by how powerful Kefla is.  Top offers to eliminate him so he can watch the action from the bench, and then he puts the squeeeeeeeeze on Vegeta, which is nice, because it’s always fun to see him get worked over.

Meanwhile... yuck!  Gohan and Piccolo are fighting U6′s Namekians, and Pilina does the long-arm bit, and Gohan just stomps right through it!  That’s messed up!

I mean, he can grow it back, of course.  They’re just like the U7 Namekians.  Really, the only awkward thing is that Pilina wears gloves, which means he has to go find his severed arm and get the glove.  Well, maybe he Clothes Beamed himself a new glove.  All we really see is him putting it on. 

Meanwhile, while Universes 3, 4, 7, and 11 aren’t interested in exploiting fusion, Universe 2 decides to give it a shot, and Helles tosses Potara earrings to Zarbuto and Rabanra.  Things immediately look bad when Zarbuto can’t get his on because he’s too dumb to remove his helmet. 

Then Kefla charges through them while fighting Goku, and the Potara are shattered.  Easy come, easy go, Helles concludes.

Meanwhile, 18 has an owie, and Catopesra shows up to capitalize.

But 17 shows up to bail her out.  Aww...

Meanwhile, Goku finally manages to reach Super Saiyan Blue.  As before, this is probably something he wasn’t quite ready to try yet.  Remember, Jiren kicked Goku’s ass in Episode 110 and he’s been fighting Caulifla and Kale to try to get back in the groove as he recovers. So he’s not just sandbagging in lower forms to drag this fight out.  He probably couldn’t turn Blue until somewhere around this moment. 

But Kefla turns Super Saiyan, so Goku’s probably still at a disadvantage here.  That’s the power of fusion.  Speaking of fusion, the dub keeps referring to it as “merging” in this episode, which seems odd to me, since they called it “fusion” almost exclusively before.  It’s like there was some directive from Toei about it, but I can’t imagine why.  Maybe someone wanted to restrict “fusion” to the Fusion Dance as opposed to the Potara thing.

Not a whole lot for me to say here.  They shoot rapid fire ki blasts and go to town on each other...

Vegeta finally manages to overpower Top, but he doesn’t eliminate him, so either he knows Top’s still got a lot left in him, or he’s too distracted by Super Kefla to think straight.

Eventually, Goku has to use Kaio-ken to keep up, but he still keeps up.  At one point he does an Instant Transmission to fake Kefla out, then reappears in the same spot to land a blow.  Nice twist on the technique after Caulifla had his usual tactics scouted. 

But ultimately, Kefla gets the better of him, and lands a heavy kick to the side of Goku’s head. 

He’s down.  Kefla congratulates him for putting up such a great fight, but it’s over, and all that’s left is to throw him out of the ring.

Or.... not.  Goku rises to his feet and says he won’t give up.  He’s still got some fight left in him.  So Kefla throws some more ki blasts at him and...

Uh-oh!

Uh-ohhhhhh!

Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

#dragon ball #dragon ball super #2023dbapocryphaliveblog #tournament of power #goku #caulifla #kale #113-116 are the best episodes

[transgayhawkeyepierce]

15 questions and 15 mutuals

Thanks for tagging me @majorbaby! I’m not going to tag mostly followers I see around a lot since I don’t actually follow a ton of MASH blogs:

tagging: @jam-the-hologram, @gwenweybourne, @4-0-7-7, @bee-notes, @gramps1942, @hamiltonsteele, @wunipub, @marley-manson, @persianflaw, @kermits-cup-of-tea, @bornforastorm, @uncletrapperandaunthawkeye annnddd I’m sorry I’m running out of steam. No pressure.

Were you named after anyone?

Nah, I considered some character names for my middle and last, but ended up not going through with it.

When was the last time you cried?

Ummm, I’ve teared up while watching and reading stuff, but a genuine cry? I think over a year, couldn’t recall what it was. 

Do you have kids?

No

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

No, I’m an asshole in a different way.

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Clothes, expression on face, etc.

What’s your eye color?

Blue

Scary movies or happy endings?

Been really into horror lately tbh.

Any special talents?

I’m a very good singer. I’m probably going to have to adjust when the T kicks in. I think it’s my competence with my ear more than anything else. 

Where were you born?

I don’t feel comfortable answering this one in a specific way tbh. America. The dessert. Booooo

What are your hobbies?

Ohh boy, I’d say drawing, reading, tumblr media meta shit, baking, language learning, and lock picking - things I wouldn’t consider hobbies since I’m shit at practicing them but am still passionate about: banjo, guitar, writing, and magic tricks. I’m probably forgetting stuff, they tend to come and go.

Have any pets?

A very special kitty. Her kidneys are old and not doing so good, so she’s probably going to go this year. She’s hanging out with me as I type this.

What sports do you play/have you played?

I try to do something self defense related when I can. I’d really like to get competent at boxing. I would also love to take some dance.

How tall are you?

5′5

Favorite subject in school?

Art

Dream job?

My future feels so so up in the air rn, I’m feeling a bit paralyzed. I’ve been contemplating throwing myself into something self-sustainable, like a tattoo artist or even practicing more shit I can do to earn some tips with random crowds if it really comes down to it.. I’ve been eyeing some trade apprenticeships. Umm, but if we’re dreaming? I honestly I would really like to do something fun and social, like something in theatre for a while, improv? plays? and then move onto something less grueling and unhealthy. Maybe making elaborate art instillations, like in MeowWolf, would be really great. If we’re REALLY shooting for the moon, then a very lucky lazy investor. 

Oh I WILL say if I were to develop a magic routine, I’d really like to have a lifting element to it. It’s not the most practical with today’s clothing and items we tend to have on us, and it has the potential to make the volunteer very angry, but I’m just so ridiculously charmed by it idk.

#tag games #what makes or breaks a magician to MEE isn't the quality of the tricks it's the #quality of the crowdwork and banter #fuck OFF with the 'let's eat glass' shit people want to to have fun and be amazed #I feel like that's a big reason why magicians get such a bad wrap #you are simply putting on a bad show #a key failure of mentalism me thinks

[queercumsparkles]

May I request a oneshot of FreshMare?

Fresh is to be wed to Nightmare so Nightmare will take mercy on his family for their past mistakes.

It's a medieval setting. :)

Short? Yes.

Cute? Also yes.

How much fun I had making this? Yes.

Fresh hummed softly to himself as he skips through town, going through and buying what he’d need for dinner. He’d long since finished, he just likes watching everyone go about their business. He sat on a bench, humming a tune to himself as he kicks his legs merrily feeding some ducks pieces of bread. Fresh smiles at the little ducks. “Oh My- Fresh? Is That You?” He turned and it was Blue, Prince Dream’s knight. 

Fresh grinned picking up the loaf of bread with him as he stood up. “Oh hi!” He greeted. “IT TRULY HAS BEEN A LONG TIME!” Fresh winced and shushed him as he made a gesture for him to quiet down. “Sorry. How Have You Been?”

“I’ve been great! But Pepper doesn’t really want me going out late because of the patrols King Nightmare’s been having lately.” Blue hummed, motioning for him to continue. “But, Teddy lets me out when Pepper’s either busy or sleeping. I found with really pretty spot out in the woods! It’s especially pretty at night– …Blue, what are you staring at?” 

Blue was glancing behind him. “Erm, Isn’t That Teddy Right There? And Pepper Too?” Fresh gasped whipping his skull around to look. “Oh really? Where?” He hadn’t really had the bestest eye sight compared to Blue who’s always had the better vision.

Blue helped to shift his skull to where the siblings were. “Oh it is! HIII PEPPER!” He yelled cupping his hands over his mouth to project his voice. Pepper sighed, and Teddy merrily excused themself through the crowd. “...Though’ you wen’.. Home..?” He inquired. Fresh smiled sheepishly as Pepper gave him a disapproving look.

“AS DID I! YOU TOLD ME YOU WOULD BE HOME BEFORE SUNSET! AND LOOK!” He gestures to the setting sun exaggeratedly. “THE SUN IS SETTING!” Fresh huffs and pouts. “But it’s the night of the festival! And I’m a fully grown adult now. I can go out on my own and come back at reasonable times.” Pepper gave him a look while Teddy snickers. 

“Sometimes.”

“LAST TIME I GAVE YOU THAT PRIVELEGE YOU CAME HOME AT SUNRISE! YOU WERE LUCKY I WAS AWAKE OTHERWISE MY IRRESPONSIBLE SIBLING,” He gestures to Teddy who is now munching on a stale piece of bread Fresh previously had, “WOULD HAVE LET YOU OFF!” Fresh groans dramatically. “But-”

“NO BUTS!” He cuts him off. “OFF YOU GO! GO ALONG NOW! BLUE, HIS HIGHNESS REQUESTS YOUR PRESENCE URGENTLY.” Fresh sulks as he heads in the direction of home. “Just drop off the groceries and then go hide away in your room like a child.” He mutters to himself as he enters the house and sets the bagged groceries on the table and goes to close the door before he heads to his room to sulk and pout. He suddenly gets an idea!

He rushes over to his drawing table and turns on the lantern, grabbing his pencil, and starting to doodle. And said doodle, turns into a drawing. He eventually got bored of drawing and grabbed a book. Slowly and steadily though. Last time he yanked a book off the shelf, he’d had to call Pepper to come heal him.

Shaking the memory away, he starts to get wrapped up in the story, he hadn’t noticed the sun go down or feel the crisp air of the night. He kicks his legs like a little kid as he gasps softly at some of the phrases words or actions he’d found interesting. He heard the front door open and shut but paid no mind to it. Teddy was first to get their patrol most nights so it might’ve been them. He heard gentle footsteps ascend the stairs slowly.

They smelled of cinnamon and cinder. Their scent was relaxing. His door slowly opened and he readied himself to greet Teddy, but it was– Oh, it was Prince– King Nightmare. Fresh stumbled standing up as he dusted off his clothes. “Oh, um, uh, hi.” He oh-so-elegantly greeted.

The Prince– King, he reminded himself– smiled as he came into the room, paying no mind to it. He sat on the bed, elegant clothing and graceful posture so out of place in his room. Fresh awkwardly sat beside him suddenly self conscious. “So, um, what um, what brings you to my humble abode?” Fresh almost wants to hurt himself at the stupid question not noticing the King’s smile softening and widening fondly.

“I have a proposal for you, and of course, you can choose to accept it or deny. Then you can be off wth your daily life.” Fresh let out a soft noise. “Oh.” He chuckles softly. He takes Fresh’s hand in his gloved one. And the gloves fellt so nice on his bones. “I would like you– you, my dear, to be my bride. You’ve caught my attention, and while it may seem like something right out of a book, I have taken an interest in you my dear.”

Stars, he was cute. “Should you say yes, you can choose to stay here or stay in the caste with me. Your belongings can be moved to a shared bedroom or a separate bedroom if you so choose. The choice is yours.” He got up to leave when Fresh suddenly grabs his arm. Fresh’s cheekbones were flushed purple. “What would happen if I were to say yes? I- I know it’s sudden and all considering you’d just told me about it, but I- yes.”

The king hadn’t responded for a moment completely going limp before he turned around to gently embrace him. 

“I’m grateful dear, thank you.” He pulled away kneeling down, and taking both hands in his. He pulled out a thin, fancy looking ring with a small jewel on it and placed in his ring finger. Fresh chuckled. “You must’ve been eager for me to say yes huh?” He mumbled without thinking. He chuckled as well. 

“I suppose, yes,” He stood up placing a kiss to his forehead and left, shutting the door behind him as Fresh curled up in bed and squealed into the pillows. Nightmare rested his beck against the front door, hand on his chest with flushed cheekbones. Dust came to approach him. “What’d he say?” He asked. “He said yes,” He breathlessly responded, smiling like an idiot in love. And that, he was. 

Dust chuckles. “Let’s go your royal dorkiness,” He teases, bowing dramatically making Nightmare snort and flick his skull lightly. “Let’s go you moron.”

#freshmare #midieval freshmare #fresh #blue #nightmare #teddy #pepper #dust

[shinebrightlikeanarwhal]

If u have any random plots about Shige and his boyfriends feel free to share pls

(Im so sad and miserable that I never find ANYTHING about Shige and Yamabe, I found a Shige×Ken fanfic but not a Shige×Yamabe one for god's sake. If u know any fanfic of them I am accepting links btw)

Also: Shige as the god of love or the god of spring for no reason other than his trademark color being pink

I’m not even gonna lie, I haven’t read much fanfic lately.

I’ve been an absolute menace irl and haven’t had time yo enjoy any fics ;0; for anything!

Tumblr is being subjected to my stranger things kick after they showed me pretty brunette boys being fruity ;0;

Not to mention tiktok knows no peace now that I can draw again and have been posting Lego Monkie Kid and Batman Stuff lmao-

Shige being a cute lil flower. Always smelling nice but he picks the floral scent by the day. Clothes made of oversized petals~

#narwhalspeaks #ask #ask box #narwhal answers

[lovetaroandtaemin]

All I Wanted

Chapter 3: The Tables Turn

Osaki Shotaro x Reader Word Count: 1,395 Content Warnings: Mild parental angst, suggestive jokes Thank you so much once again to my beta reader @wonbons, your feedback has been incredibly helpful in writing this fic. Fic is under the cut.

“Ok so what’s the answer to the question?” you asked Shotaro expectantly.

“Um, C?”

“No, it’s B,” you said with a laugh. The two of you were studying for your exam tomorrow. You read him questions from a practice test, and he answered them. Then, you gave the correct answer if he got them wrong. He had just finished doing the same for you.

“I knew that. I was just testing you,” he joked.

“’Taro, come on, the test is tomorrow. Work with me a little bit!”

“I’m sorry, I just don’t get it.”

“That’s ok, why don’t we take a break? We could just listen to music and relax for a little bit.” Truthfully, you offered a break because you didn’t understand it either. Shotaro didn’t need to know that, though.

“Can I pick the music?”

“Sure, ‘Taro.”

He laughed as he ran to his computer and put on a playlist. Once the music was playing, he grabbed your hand and pulled you over to the couch. As you took your seat, you couldn’t help but think about how adorable he is when he’s happy. You weren’t exactly thrilled about it, but his contagious smile and his ability to find joy in any situation had you falling for him.

Once you started talking about something other than your upcoming test, you finally felt like you could breathe. Shotaro was clearly less frustrated too, because he was talking your ear off about his plans for after college.

“The economics degree is just because it’s what my dad wants me to do. And I do plan on using my degree to get a good job after I graduate, but what I really want to do is art. I draw a lot in between classes, and it makes me feel like a weight is lifted off my shoulders. All I want to do is make art.”

“I’m certain that you could turn art into a career,” you reassured him. “You’re incredibly talented, based on the drawings that you’ve showed me.”

“Thanks, (Y/N), I appreciate it,” he said as he flashed that beautiful smile. “What about you? What are your goals for after college?”

“Well, I really want to be a therapist. I love studying psychology because the human brain is so fascinating, and I think that becoming a therapist would be a great way to utilize what I’ve learned to really help people and make an impact.”

“That’s beautiful. You have a good heart.”

“Thanks, ‘Taro. I’d love to stay here and talk, but it’s getting kind of late. I should probably go home so I can get enough sleep for tomorrow.”

“I mean you don’t have to go.”

“Yeah, I do, I need to sleep.”

“You could stay here and sleep.”

You knew it wasn’t the best idea, but you couldn’t say no to him. You always hated leaving, so you said, “I guess it couldn’t hurt, do you have an extra toothbrush?”

“Yeah, you just need clothes. Are you ok with borrowing mine to sleep in?”

“That works, I guess. Then I can just leave early and get dressed at home before school.”

“So, it’s settled. You’re staying,” he said as he blushed.

The next morning you felt better than you had since the school year started. You were worried about the test, but for the first time in a while you had woken up feeling rested. You brushed your teeth and put away the studying materials that had been left out the night before, then you decided to wake Shotaro before you left.

“’Taro, I’m gonna be leaving soon. I just wanted to say good luck on today’s test. I believe in you.”

“Thanks, (Y/N). Good luck today. You’ll need it when I kick your ass,” he joked.

“Bring it. I’ll see you in class,” you said before walking out the door.

Shotaro got out of bed and got ready for class, then used the extra time he had to study a bit more. There were a few concepts he wanted to practice a bit more, just so he could be certain he could keep his promise to you. It may have been a joke when he made it, but something about you made him want to do well anyway.

The test went quickly for you and Shotaro, and both of you wondered what the other’s score would be as you waited for class to end. The bell finally rang, and the two of you walked out together talking about what your plans were for after school.

Lunchtime came and you met Karina at your usual table. She was looking through her bag, clearly irritated, so you asked her what was going on.

“I left my makeup bag at Wonbin’s again.”

“Karina that’s the third time this month. Why are you at his apartment? What could possibly be so compelling about spending time with him?”

“His dick,” she said with a laugh.

“Oh my god.”

“What? It’s true.”

“I don’t doubt it. Anyway, how did your morning classes go?”

“They went great, what about yours?”

“So boring. I had a test in statistics today. I don’t even get why I need to take statistics, I’m a psych major for fuck’s sake.”

The two of you chatted about your classes until you were finished eating. Your afternoon classes had been cancelled for the day, so after lunch you decided to go home and catch up on your favorite show.

The next day at the end of class, Ms. Kim gave your tests back. You showed Shotaro your score, and he grinned.

“What are you smiling for? My score was 87!”

“I’m smiling because mine was 98,” he said as he showed his paper.

“Well, I guess you did kick my ass. Good job! I knew you would do well.”

“Thanks. I wouldn’t have been able to if you hadn’t helped me study, though.”

You gave him a hug and left for your next class, nervous about what your parents would say.

After you were home for the day, as if they knew you didn’t want to talk to them, your parents called. For the first few minutes, it was an ordinary conversation. They told you about work and what their friends were up to, and you nodded along. Then the topic of school came up.

“So how are your classes going?” your mom asked. You knew what she meant, though.

“My grades are good, mom. I got an 87 on a statistics test that I took yesterday, but that’s the only grade below 90 that I’ve gotten all year.”

“Well, we’re proud of you for trying,” your dad said. “It’s still a passing grade, and you should be proud of yourself for putting the work in.”

“Thanks, dad.”

“I know you can do better. You should be pushing yourself more, how else do you expect to get a good job after college?” your mom questioned.

“She will get a good job,” your dad said to your mom, “I know it. She’s a bright young lady, and she’ll be able to do anything she puts her mind to.”

“She is bright, but intelligence isn’t the only important thing. She should be working harder.”

Your dad turned back to you and quietly ended the call, telling you he loved you. You knew that they were going to argue for a while about your education. They had argued about their differing approaches to your school throughout your childhood. Your mom always pushed you to do better because she cared about you and wanted you to succeed, but your dad felt that pushing wasn’t always the best solution. He had always been better at identifying the moments when you just needed a break.

This was one of those moments. You decided to text Shotaro, since he always made you feel better when you were stressed out. When you sent the text he was drawing an elaborate landscape, covered with lavender-colored roses and lilacs, when the notification came through. He immediately dropped what he was doing to read your message. It simply said “Can you come over? I really don’t wanna be alone right now.”

As soon as he was done packing up his art supplies, he rushed to your apartment. He wasn’t gonna leave you alone when you needed someone. He cared about you too much to do that.

Thank you so much for reading! Any feedback is greatly appreciated. If you would like to be added to the taglist for this fic, either comment on this post or dm me with the username that you would like tagged. Thanks again to @wonbons for beta reading. You're the best!

#riize fanfic #kpop fanfic #college au #non idol au #shotaro x reader #riize x reader #riize x y/n #academic rivals to lovers #rivals to lovers #slight angst

[middymay]

Temptation and Unity Part 2

By: MiddyMay

A few weeks pass by and it’s James’ funeral. Amy sits around the front row with her weeping mother as she tries comforting her. Many people came to pay their respects and say their final goodbye’s. As time went on James’ body has been buried and Amy stands there looking at her father’s grave with a sorrowful look, a hand reaches towards her shoulder and she turns seeing a tall man wearing a military outfit. “I presume you must be Amy Miller?” Jack said looking at her, “No, I’m Jessica Turner” Amy said sarcastically with a sneer. Jack looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “So, you’re not Amy Miller?” Jack replied looking puzzled.

Amy facepalmed and sighs looking at Jack “Of course I’m Amy Miller! Who are you?” she said irritated. Jack clears his throat and says “Lieutenant Jack Riley, I’m here on a mission to gather intel from your father, but I’ve arrived too late” Jack muttered as he looked down towards the grave with an apologetic look. “What do you want? Can’t you see I’m busy?” Amy sneered as she looks at him. Jack sighs and looks at her with a neutral look, “I’m here to ask you if you have any information, or anything that your father has told you that can help us” Jack exclaimed as he looked at Amy, she thinks for a bit and says “I remember my father said he used to have a cabin in Guadalupe City” she said looking at him, Jack hummed and nodded as he turned around and headed for his truck.

“Wait a minute! Where are you going?” she ran after him following behind him, Jack turned around to face her, “I’m going to Guadalupe City” he simply exclaimed and continued walking. “Can I come with?” she asked with a small bit of hope, hoping she could avenge her father. “No, you can’t go with me” Jack argued back as he continued walking. Amy wasn’t going to give up yet as she continued following after him and begging for her to join. Jack had enough and sighed frustrated and turned to look at her “Fine! But don’t get in my way” He said frustrated, Amy cheered and quickly hopped inside his truck strapping herself in.

Amy and Jack both arrived in Guadalupe City near a small town, they both walk alongside each other heading for the destination to look for clues, that’s when they bump into an abandoned building and hear screams coming from the inside. Jack hurries over drawing his rifle holding it close while Amy hides behind him. He kicks the door open and points his rifle inside ready to shoot anything that is deemed a threat by him.

The scene they walk into is horrifying, dead bodies laid on the ground while a weird being stands in the middle looking down at the carnage they caused, the being turns to look at both Jack and Amy. “Oh! Well would you look at that! More guests” the demon said with a cheerful look, the being had pale skin with horns and a Japanese styled clothing. “Stand back or I’ll be forced to shoot” Jack sneered as he pointed his rifle at the demon. “Whoa! Relax Romeo and Juliet! I won’t harm you, I’m just here to finish these humans off for their little crimes!” The demon laughed as he walked closer to Jack and Amy. “Why don’t I introduce myself? My name is Sukunado” he exclaimed with a smirk, when Sukunado tries approaching, Jack quickly shoots at him, the bullet hits Sukunado. “Hey! What was that for?! I was just trying to find my way out!” Sukunado hissed as his wound healed up, he walked towards them and got close to them, as if studying their personalities and thoughts by taking a single look at their souls.

The minute Sukunado sees Amy, he smirks with excitement and says “Little Missy here wants revenge! I can smell it within your soul!” Sukunado says with glee as he tries approaching Amy. Jack quickly steps in front of Amy forming a protective shield with his body. “I won’t let you get close to Miss Miller” Jack sneered as he glared at the demon. Sukunado frowned and waved him off. “Fine! Whatever, you’re loss!” Sukunado exclaimed with a pout.

The three of them continued on their way deeper into the city to find the cabin. Sukunado can be seen bothering Jack while Amy walks behind them trying to hide her laugh. “So Romeo!” Sukunado said but was interrupted by Jack. “It’s Jack, and can you please be quiet? We’re supposed to be on the lookout and we can’t really do that with you screeching like a bird” Jack said frustrated. Sukunado sulks and crosses his arms looking away.

After some time they arrive on the property, Amy smiles seeing her father’s old cabin and she excitedly walks inside not waiting for Sukunado or Jack, as she rushes towards the cabin she doesn’t notice a man inside pointing his pistol out through the window. Before Jack or Sukunado can warn her, there is a loud bang and Amy falls to the floor gasping for air.

Jack quickly takes his pistol out and shoots the enemy down and Sukunado rushes over to Amy to help. When they both reach Amy she’s on the floor clutching her chest, gasping for air as she stares at them with terrified and pained look. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you just hold on!” Jack muttered as he tried to calm Amy down, he puts pressure on her wound trying to stop the bleeding. Meanwhile Sukunado rushes inside and sees the Cartel members waiting inside, filled with rage he rushed at the cartel members ripping them to shreds for what they did. Once he’s done he walks outside to see Jack clutching Amy close to his body as he whispers to her. “You’ll be fine, just close your eyes and it’ll all be over” Jack whispered as he held her close to him.

Sukunado lowered his head and walked away leaving them alone. Amy weakly raises her head to look at Jack and says “Stop them for me, please” she weakly muttered as her body went limp. Jack holds her closer not carrying if his clothes get all dirty from her blood. He gets up carrying her close to his body as he turns to look at Sukunado with a vengeful look in his eyes.

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[surrealinkrpstories]

FuckinSurreal and FuckinWolfBites - September 4th, 2013

Vane Everett ‏@FuckinSurreal

/Ducking out the door early in the A.M. after feeding little Pippa had taken some ninja moves. The little cutie had quickly become my breakfast bud. She would wake me up with her mumbled calls for momma through the baby monitor @PoutyIsabella had set up in her room.

The bedroom I’d been spending more and more nights sleeping over and being the perfect gentleman mind you. Well other than a few creep peeks beneath the sheet while @PoutyIsabella rested.

My petite breakfast bud and I would slip off to the kitchen while a still under the weather@PoutyIsabella rested a bit more. I chuckle now as I head down the front path thinking of how we would usually ended up with more oatmeal or whatever other mashed baby food @PoutyIsabella had stored up for her, all over our clothing and hair than in Pippa’s tiny mouth.

I drop into the bucket seat of my Camaro, cranking it up and backing out to head into the shop. #Romanhad called the crew early for a staff meeting and I was running late. Turning a sharp curve, I slam on the gas and fly into the back parking lot and set the gear into park. My kicks stepping out and carrying me over to the back staff entrance wondering what the meeting was all about/

Sara Stone ‏@FuckinWolfBites

(Buttoning up my jeans and finishing my coffee, placing the cup in the sink, still feeling a little nervous about this staff meeting, I can’t believe I finally have found a job in this city at last. Buttoning up my shirt and slipping on my coat, I slip my handbag over my shoulder and grabbing my tattoo book and phone and grabbing my keys I leave my apartment.

Locking up and walking towards the tattoo shop, smiling softy at a lady I cross on the street, I cross over the road and enter the shop, putting my book under my arm as a man comes over and introduces himself as #Roman and leading me to the back of the studio, looking around as I keep my hand on my book and hoping I can fit in here.

Sitting down and watching all the other people in the room I place my book on the table for everyone to look at)

Vane Everett ‏@FuckinSurreal

/Stepping into the back of the small crowd of other artists and staff, #Ted and #Shace among the others as my blues take in #Roman at the front of the shop speaking with a young woman. I jack a brow wondering who @FuckinWolfBites is, her bright platinum and blue locks striking against her pale features. #Roman calls our attention right as @FuckinWolfBites sinks down onto one of the shop’s retro couches near the back staff area.

@FuckinWolfBites’ portfolio sliding across the table top while #Roman informs us in a deep booming voice that we have a new artists to help alleviate our increase in business and asking us to please welcome @FuckinWolfBites.

A few of the staff in front lean forward whispering welcomes and congratulations while I move forward to check out @FuckinWolfBites sketches and line drawings.

My eyes shifting over to admire the ink decorating @FuckinWolfBites’s skin. Admiring what little I could see with her coat on/

Sara Stone ‏@FuckinWolfBites

(Blushing a little at all the congratulations and welcomes from everyone, looking down at my hands as nerves kick in again still wondering why I am here, and hoping I do fit on.

Watching as a hand moves to my book, I look up and see @FuckinSurreal looking at my book. Smiling softly at @FuckinSurreal and nodding towards my book)

I’ve been tattooing since I was 17.

(looking away as I realize I have spoken to a complete stranger, and look back at my book)

Vane Everett ‏@FuckinSurreal

/I soften a grin down to @FuckinWolfBites, her hands wringing nervously as she speaks softly about her work/

It’s quite impressive work.

/Ticks my head down, smoothing my sweaty palm over the broad side of my thigh before offering it to you/

I’m Vane. Welcome to the shop.

/I enfold @FuckinWolfBites’s small hand in my larger one giving a firm shake/

Sara Stone ‏@FuckinWolfBites

(Smiling softly at @FuckinSurreal )

I’m Sara, and thank you.

 (squeezing your hand softly and then letting go)

Have you been here long?

(shaking my head at the stupid question and laughing lightly)

Sorry, that was a silly question.

(looking back at my lap to stop from saying something else stupid to @FuckinSurreal)

Vane Everett ‏@FuckinSurreal

/Chuckles low, ticking my head down as your hand slides free/

Nice to meet you, Sara. I’ve been here a little over a month. It’s a great place to work.

/Thins my grin with a look over the others ambling around before #Roman asks everyone to start setting up their stations for opening. Turning back to you to show you a free station/

Are you new to the area, @FuckinWolfBites?

Sara Stone ‏@FuckinWolfBites

(Standing up and walking to the new station with @FuckinSurreal beside me)

Um…. yeah newish, moved here about 2 weeks ago.

(turning to look at the place where I will be working, hoping that @FuckinSurreal won’t ask anymore questions)

it’s a nice studio.

Vane Everett ‏@FuckinSurreal

@FuckinWolfBites /Grin broadens/

Yes it is. #Roman takes pride in his shop from what I’ve seen. You’ll like it here.

 /Starts wiping down my station, setting up the ink caps for my first appointment/

If you need help with anything just let me know. Also if you’re a drinker there’s a nice bar nearby. Sways.

 /Ticks head over in the general direction/

Good luck with your first day. I’m sure you’ll do great, else #Roman wouldn’t have hired you.

/Chuckles/

Sara Stone ‏@FuckinWolfBites

(Nodding watching @FuckinSurreal as he sets out his equipment)

Thank you and I do drink a little.

(smiling softly and turning to my station placing out my machines, inks, caps and gloves onto the table and then sitting down, holding onto my sketch of a skull that I did many months ago for my ex, shaking my head and shoving the picture back into my bag, I look up to make sure @FuckinSurreal or anyone isn’t watching. My eyes flash yellow, turning away quickly, panicking that my changes are coming again)

 Um….

(Not knowing what to say to anyone, I turn back to my station and start filling my caps hoping my eyes change back soon)

Vane Everett ‏@FuckinSurreal

@FuckinWolfBites /I keep my head tilted down, ticking it to show I’m listening while I carefully thread the liner needle into the gun when the crumpling of paper pricks my ears.

I catch @FuckinWolfBites hands balling up a piece of sketch paper and shoving it into her bag, a brief flash of yellow streaks past my vision that has my brows jacking up curiously.

Fuck I really needed to get my eyes checked. I rub the heel of my palm against my eyes, locking them back toward @FuckinWolfBites when she turns around with her normal eye color.

I grump out a groan, pursing my firm lips into a tight smile as my client walks through the door/ 

#vane #surrealink #fuckininkedstory #fuckinwolfbites #rp #sara