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sh1-n0bu · 1 year

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I believe in anemo boys with a small sensitive dick supremacy

-creampuff

♡︎ 𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙙𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙨𝙚 ♡︎

characters: sub!6reeze x dom!nb!reader

warnings: degrading, cock shame, praise, overstimulation, edging, usage of toys, bondage, exhibitionism, feminization, pet play, consensual drugging

notes: a gift and request for @creampuff-nonanon . there u go bby also hi sub genshin tags, mama’s back /jk jk jk HEAVY jk

surprised that the mighty and infamous traveler has a small dick? well don’t be. also are you blind as hell? aether? being a dom? having a big dick? with that grab-able waist???? nah

tease him for it. place your hand on his thigh while you two sit together next to each other behind a table at a restaurant, waiting for your orders

then slowly rub circles into his clothed flesh, put a slight pressure on his thigh to remind him of who he belongs to. inch your hand up slowly, make him shiver, gulp and make his breath hitch in his throat as the mighty traveler tries to keep his composure in public

he cries so easily and so prettily

pinch his nipples while palming him through his pants. just a few minutes and aether would be grinding his ass on your crotch, sobbing and whining for you to touch him already

sweetest and most pliant sub. archons he’s such a sweetheart

you wanna dress him up in pretty lingerie? no problem!

want him to bend over your work desk? he’ll do it right away!

want to call him your pretty slut? your sweet bunny? only your pretty doll to stare and fondle and break? he’s more than happy to be called those! just be sure to take good care of his tired body afterwards. we all know he needs it

“haanh♡︎~! [n-nameee] so good♡︎♡︎feels so gooddd aahnn♡︎” tired, salacious moans continued to tumble out of the blonde’s mouth as he throws his head back on your shoulder, hips bucking to try and chase after his nth orgasm for the night as much as he could with your other hand holding his wrists together in a tight grip.

everything felt too much. there were dried tear stains on his flushed cheeks, constantly being replaced with fresh ones. the world looked so blurry, every little sound felt like pans being hit together next to his ear but at the same time everything felt so little. it all felt so little without your hand wrapped around his tiny cock, without your voice to whisper dirty words into his ear, making him shiver and gasp to your words.

aether let out a loud sob as you forced another orgasm out of him, a string of broken noises following along as you continue to move your hand, rubbing the slit of his cock, making him hiss out at the feeling of overstimulation. but aether loved it. he loved it and he craved more of it.

another sweet sub who will pliantly lay down and take whatever you give him without complaints

even if it means having a vibrator slipped inside him for the whole day as he tries to act as normal as possible. however the small glare he sends your way, the slight stutter in his words, the hitching of his breath, the tremble in his legs if he sits in one place for too long - it was all very much noticeable. at least, to you

is definitely into light pet play, feminization and consensual drugging

he literally wears thigh highs under his shorts. take that to your advantage. slip a finger into the tight rubber part where it hugs his pristine pale thigh so lovely, pull back a bit only to snap it back in place with a low schwap!

it’ll have the poor samurai jumping in his heat, trying to hide his reddening face as he shoots you a faux side glare all the while rubbing his thighs together so he can add slight stimulation to his already hardening cock - archons, you really know how to get him going, don’t you?

make him wear a cat tail butt plug, cute pairs of white ears, matching the color of his hair - hell, you can even collar him if you want, kazuha doesn’t mind! but just know that if you’re placing a collar around his neck, he’s expecting you to take him in a mating press until he passes out

also likes feminization to a certain degree. the cute lingeries, stockings, mini skirts that barely hide his hardened tiny dick and the material of the skirt that keeps rubbing the sensitive head of his member - he loves it all

small, muffled whines is heard from inside the small room that keeps the cleaning supplies of the crux. anyone who passes by would easily be able to know what’s going on inside it. good thing it was the middle of day time and every members were busy on deck outside with their respective jobs.

after all, if anyone were to hear the sluttish moans and sobs of the fucked stupid samurai, who’s barely keeping himself pushed against the door on his toes, you would certainly be more than jealous. kazuha is your pretty slutty kitty and you want nothing more than to simply keep him to yourself.

with his hands tied up, covering his mouth to quiet himself and the slight grinding movements of his doughy thighs weakly rutting himself against you - you would mistake him for an angel sent only for you. but, you want to keep him only to yourself. especially that cute teary eyed, flushed face of his♡︎.

oh lawd have mercy. i have a very detailed, improper, lecherous thoughts of this twink and you all know it by now

i already have a fic written abt small dick xiao supremacy and it’s here if you wanna read it yourself

but, to keep it in short and to infect y’all with my new brain worm - imagine! the tattoo on his abdomen goes all the way down to the next of his tiny cock and it glows when he’s feeling overstimulated

jerking him off over and over, making him create a mess on the sheets, on your hands, creating a small puddle of cum on his abs - you only hum with a sadistic tone as xiao cries out, releasing another load as his legs weakly twitch

make him wear a cute panty inside his pants, he would have a cute flush on his cheeks the whole day even when he’s slaying creatures or simply watching liyue from the top of one of the great mountains of the geo nation

and imagine imagine!!!! xiao in heat!!!

but even beTTER❗️

sub xiao in heat who has a small sensitive cock, who wants to fuck you full but doesn’t know what to do or where to start and so he simply lays back on the nest that you two created, sobbing, wailing and trashing around as you force the nth orgasm from him that night

everything felt dizzy. the room felt too hot and every intake of breath was followed by a loud lecherous sound. was that sound truly coming from him? from the infamous yaksha? the last standing guardian of the geo lord and his nation?

“how pathetic, xiao” his legs twitch, tattoos glowing brighter as he cries out, sure to make even celestia know your name. the poor yaksha felt humiliated but he also craved more of it.

he wanted you to completely break him until his mind can only remember your word, the feeling of your hand on his cock and the feeling of your strap/cock shaping his hole, rearranging his insides until he’s sure his body is accustomed to your shape and size.

another strangled scream escapes the adepti, hand starting to turn into claws as he clutches at the pillows under him like a lifeboat, scales and feathers starting to appear on the back of his neck, his arms and thighs - ah, what a beautiful bird you have, wrapped up around your fingers.

another sub that likes feminization. however unlike kazuha he can totally dress up and wants a princess treatment

whether it be a skirt, a dress, lingerie, stocking, bathrobe or even those cute but still sexy costumes - venti can rock every single one of them and he does it with pride

i see him as the type of sub who’s more of a pillow prince. he just wants to lay down on the soft bed that you two share and let you do the work. of course there will be a few helps and guiding here and there, maybe he would even ride you if he feels like it that day

also, he’s the type to tease you. i don’t make the rules or maybe i do

the type to throw you a side glance with a wink when you’re both at angel’s share, taking the night slow and peaceful until the little shit decides to be a rat and make himself comfortable on your lap

it may seem innocent and lovey-dovey to others at first but don’t be fooled. he’s secretly grinding himself on your crotch, intent on making you feel the low buzzing of the vibrator he slipped inside himself

be sure to make him pay for it afterwards. only good boys get praises and prince treatments after all

“[name]! [n-name]! pleaashee ‘m shorry♡︎!! won't-won't do it aga-AANGH♡︎♡︎!!!“ came out venti’s pleas as you piston your hips to ram into his sweet spot more roughly. he was being a teasing little shit, of course this was bound to happen.

but, you suppose you’ve been mean to him for long enough today. not only was the archon’s hands were bound together in a pretty teal ribbon, he was also not allowed to cum the entire time as well. hmm, perhaps you could be nice. just for once though.

reaching a hand down between his shaking legs, you start to skillfully work your hand up and down his sensitive tip slowly. ah, seems like you were right. only a few strokes and he’s cumming all over your hand with a lecherous sob. so unlike an archon.

you should do this to him more♡︎.

another bratty sub. archons when would they stop being such a little shits

will talk back, will defy your rules and disregard your warnings and will cry and plead for a break when his tiny dick is being overstimmed by the flesh light you’re torturing him with

another sub that’s into pet play as well. but he tends to lean more towards the puppy side unlike kazuha and xiao who leans towards the cat side

i don’t know if you guys noticed but he canonically wears a choker in his day to day outfit and i think that alone itself says a LOT about the kind of pet play he would be into

wouldn’t mind having you connect a cute leash to his collar, forcibly making him cockwarm you for hours as he writhes on your lap, unable to focus on his paper work. while you’re at it, be sure to tug him down by the leash to sit snuggly on your lap again if he tries to move - which i’m pretty sure he would

use the side cuts to his shirt to your advantage. slip a hand in and pinch his nipple, that’ll be more than enough to have him jumping in his seat with a surprised squeak, looking at you with a shell shocked face blooming a pretty red color

hell, you can even use his cute flat chest as a free stress balls. they’re the perfect size and gets the most delicious of reactions out of the detective

“the suspect s-seems to be telling the truth-hnggh♡︎! w-when he said that he wa-aanhh♡︎♡︎!!” the detective on your lap moaned, trying to finish reading his reports out loud as you had asked him to, only to fail and end up moaning out loud when you pulled him back down by his leash, hitting his sensitive spot in the process.

archons, this whole cock warming thing had been going on for hours. hours! and yet you still insist on making him suffer more? just how cruel could you get?

swallowing a sob that was rising in his throat, heizou took a stuttered breath in, willing himself to continue with your punishment as long as you see fit.

even as his legs start to twitch, his breathing becoming labored, his words turning into a jumbled mess and strings of broken noises come from his throat, heizou will bear the punishment. it’s exactly what he wanted after all♡︎.

dear lord have merch once again ugh

if you guys have read my nsfw fanfics and have been stalking my account since it’s birth then you guys know by now the amount of vile shit i wanna do to this man consensually ofc

i personally like to think of him as a transmasc bc come on. the power of pussy but for this one, i’ll make him have a dick

an incredibly small one

and super sensitive

also has a thin line of his tattoo going down rigggghhtt beside his member, which glows when he’s being teased or overstimulated

poor little crybaby. he’s been sucked over and over for who knows how long, his legs are twitching, hips trying and failing miserably to pull himself away, weak hands pushing at your head - all to no luck

at this point, the puppet is ready to give up. honestly

you’re saying something. something about him being tasty or some shit but he can’t understand

that mushy head of his is too fried to even properly understand anything

use that opportunity of his momentary shutting up to your advantage and teach him to never call you any mean names again . of course it must be followed by a nice long bath and a sweet amount of kisses

wanderer tried to form a sentence - a plea to make you pull away from his cock, a gurgled whine and slurred speech of unidentifiable words tumbling out of his mouth. it only got more and more high pitched and hurried as he felt another wave of orgasm approaching.

hand pathetically pawing at your head, more tears replacing his old ones as the knot in his stomach tightens, bends and sways until it finally breaks - making the short puppet let out a cacophony of sobs as he cums into your mouth again.

for a simple puppet who was first created to become an archon, his cum sure tasted sweet, like a mix of strawberry and sweet berry juice. how adorable♡︎.

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why-what-no · 1 year

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New Obsession

Pairing: Captain James Hook x Reader, Former Peter Pan x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Swearing, Attempted Murder, Dacryphilia

Notes: guys, I finally posted something for the first time in a while! You proud of me?? Sorry for disappearing, I had so much going on irl, but I’ve got a bunch of spare time over the next while so I’m gonna try to get back into writing more often and finally getting through the last couple of requests I haven’t finished yet :):)

Summary: Having visited Neverland many times before as a child, she returned to Neverland after growing and was struck with the realization that it wasn’t what she remembered. Pan was no longer her anchor and protector, and she was forced to realize that everything on the island is a danger to her. Except for, to her surprise, the gentleman pirate whom she used to be terrified of

All around (Y/N), the pirates were reveling on the deck of the Jolly Roger, completely unaware of the way her mind was racing. Her heart heavy as the thoughts of Peter crushed her. The lost boy never stayed away from her thoughts for long, always returning with some good memories as well as the more recent terrible ones.

"Please tell me you forgive me, lost girl." His green eyes were filled with tears and his voice breaking as he held her down against the bed, dagger in his raised hand. Preparing to plunge it down into her heart, a betrayal worse than anything she had ever experienced. "I have to do this. I have to! But I couldn't live if you don't forgive me."

The heartbroken sound in his voice and look on his face made her want to forgive him; an automatic reaction that made her feel sick. Disgusted in herself and her weakness. Did she truly love that boy – any boy – so much that she could forgive him for her murder? With no explanation or attempt at redemption?

But she didn't give him a reply, and when he faltered, she ran. And now, she was with the people she had once considered her enemies. To an extent, they still were, of course. But they were also now her best hope for allies against Peter – against Pan – on this island. And there was something about the forget-me-not blue of their captain's eyes... they almost made her forget that the color green existed.

Now, those eyes were staring at her from the other side of the deck, as Hook sat in his captain's chair, gazing intensely at (Y/N) without any emotions on his face. His crew was cheering and grinning around him, but he didn't even spare them a glance.

It almost made her tense up, she wasn't used to feeling such vulnerability, pinned under the gaze of a man like Hook. She remembered him vaguely from when she was a young girl, although she had never actually interacted with him until the week she had left. He had seemed so old to her, so scary and untouchable. Peter had always encouraged her to feel that way.

Maybe that was why she felt like he was gazing into her soul. Because few people had known her that young, and the ones that did were all either her dearest allies or worst enemies. At the moment, Hook was neither. And so she didn't quite know how to feel about him. There were no boxes to put him into in her head.

But unfortunately for her sanity and dignity, there were words to explain the unsettled allure that his gaze made her feel in the pit of her stomach.

It didn’t help that he looked so… enticing. Strong and angular features, and a gracefulness in the way he moved. Everything was deliberate with him, every action purposeful and stayed in her mind for longer that it should. His pale skin stood in contrast to his long dark hair, cascading over his face and framing those hypnotic forget-me-not blue eyes.

He stood up, drawing glances from his crew but quickly being ignored again when they recognized that he wasn't about to give any announcements. No, only (Y/N) was looking at him as he made his way towards her. Like a large cat, a mountain lion or a panther ready to pounce. To tear her apart.

But he didn't, merely stopped in front of her, leaning forward as the girl looked up into his eyes. It wasn't that he completely towered over her, but his regality, his aura of power made her feel like he did. "And are you enjoying this evening?" He asked, whispering into her ear. The sound of his voice and the warmth of his breath so close making her nearly shiver.

"Yes." She replied, taking care that her voice sounded even and calm. Trying to ignore how fast her heart was beating, how she had never felt an affect like this before. Like he was a flame that could burn her any second.

Hook's lips curved into a small smile. "Wonderful, a lady such as yourself deserves a fine celebration." His gleaming hook moved to hover against her back, keeping it at a respectful distance. But even though it wasn't touching her, she could practically feel the coolness of the metal against her clothes. It took all her control not to lean into his touch.

"Thank you." She responded, doing her utmost best not to look at him while his eyes stayed glued to her face. "Although I might go to bed soon. I've had enough excitement for the day, I think."

"Of course." Hook responded in a voice that possibly sounded almost... disappointed? "I shall give you the space to relax now, and make sure none of my pirates bother..."

"No -"

(Y/N) mentally slapped herself at her quiet outburst as Hook paused, raising an eyebrow at her.

"No?"

"I..." She could feel warmth on the back of her neck, praying that she was wasn't turning red. "You're fine. I don't mind your company. I don't... you can stay if you want."

What she really wanted was to jump into the ocean out of sheer mortification and let the mermaids drag her down to the depths. She wouldn't even try to kick or scream.

But Hook just looked surprised, beginning to smile once again.

The man offered her his hand, not his hook like he normally did when he wanted to lead her somewhere. It was surprisingly warm, and so gentle. The callouses that came from sword-work were there, but they felt more like the hands of a musician, a writer. That was the one thing that surprised her the most about Hook, he was a gentleman as much as he was a pirate. Equal parts savage and refined.

Perhaps that was what drew her towards him. She knew he could treat her better than any man she knew... and hurt her worse. He made her feel small beside him, but so important.

"Come with me." He told her, and she immediately followed. Letting him hold her hand and lead her towards the captain's quarters.

It was quiet when they got inside, the large and elegant room surprisingly soundproof. Letting go of her hand, he gestured around the room, giving her permission to look around. "Forgive me for my forwardness, but I couldn't bear the thought of forcing you to sleep in the crew's quarters during your time here. You may take my bed if you wish, I rarely use it."

"Where will you sleep?" (Y/N) asked, walking over to the large bed and sitting down on it, facing Hook.

"I have a nasty habit of falling asleep at my desk, my dear." He chuckled for a moment, before tensing up once again. "But if you would prefer to spend your nights alone, I shall disappear until you wake."

She shook her head. "No, it's alright. It's your room, Captain."

"James." He replied.

"What?"

He stepped closer. "My name is James Hook, or has Pan not told you that already?" The captain walked over to his table to pour each of them wine into glasses made from large glimmering seashells.

The lost boy hadn't told (Y/N) that. "He mostly told me stories of your rather violent pursuits. Pan very much wanted me to know that you would torture and kill me if I ever spoke to you. That you were a beast who took pleasure in the pain of others."

"Ah." James Hook said, handing her the wine. "No doubt to make sure your loyalty was to him only."

He was probably right. And (Y/N) was just disappointed that it took so long for her to realize that. So many people had attempted to do that to her in her life, to twist her reasoning and manipulate her into thinking that they were the only people she could trust. And for some reason, Peter had succeeded so easily. Perhaps it was her young age and inexperience, but at that point in her life she should have already known better. Or perhaps it was love that made her blind.

"So, you're telling me that it was all a lie? All his stories about you."

He chuckled, standing over her sitting form while taking a sip of his wine. Her hands were folded almost docilely in her lap as she looked up at him, taking in his elegant features. "The stories were true, I assume. I've done enough pillaging in my lifetime that there are any number of truthful tales for that boy-demon to share with his followers."

He paused.

"However." He smirked down at her, before reaching down to slip a finger under her chin. (Y/N) looked down and away as he did that, cheeks warm but not pushing away his touch. At her lack of pushback, he used those fingers to tilt her head upwards so that he could make sure she continued to stay captivated by his intense blue stare, using his thumb to gently stroke along her chin. She could feel how close his touch was to her lips, and she pressed her thighs together instinctually. "I would never dream of killing a precious jewel such as yourself. And thought of your torture brings me great pain." Hook said to her, almost like a whisper. She didn't reply, too caught off guard by the intimacy in his touch. As well as by the dark desire that he was instilling in her.

But for a brief moment, Hook saw her silence as discomfort. "Forgive me my forwardness." He murmured, stepping just out of reach. His hand by his side once more. A sight that felt so unbearable to (Y/N) that a rush of shame overtook her for a second. She was now she was buckling under the weight of a pirate's glance. Of his quick and gentle touches.

"It's alright." She replied, trying to reassure him that she didn't mind his ‘forwardness’. "Do you want to sit? With me?" She patted a spot beside her on the bed, displaying a forwardness of her own. Not wanting him to have to continue standing (and it was easier for her to speak when he wasn't standing over her), and not wanting him to be far from her.

His surprise at her offer morphed into a small grin as he sat down right beside her. "Thank you, dearest." He faced her while sitting, his whole body turned towards her like a moon orbiting a planet. "You are very kind."

(Y/N) doubted that. Most of her kindness was born from selfish reasons. Mainly, the selfish desire to pull him close to her and get him to make her forget about what was happening in Neverland. "Thank you... James."

He smiled as she spoke his proper name. "I can see why Pan was so immediately taken with you."

And there it was. Pan was like a dark cloud constantly following her, and with Hook's obsession in the boy, perhaps he wasn't the best person to distract her from him.

(Y/N)’s distaste of the mention of Pan's name seems to be visible on her face. "My apologies." Hook murmured, reaching forward to take her hand in his. "I should not have mentioned him to you."

"I just... I don't understand why he would do it. I loved him. He loved me."

"He's not capable of love." Hook told her gently, seemingly believing his words. "It's the price he paid for everlasting life."

"He was. He was capable. It was just... innocent love. Childhood love. And besides, he's older now, we both are. Even you've admitted that things on Neverland aren't what you thought anymore." (Y/N) felt ashamed of her outburst. Ashamed that Pan could pull those emotions out of her.

The pirate captain just looked at her, a sort of resigned look on his face that she couldn't quite decipher. "Of course." He nodded. "You may be right. I'd apologize for my impudence, but I worry that you might be tired of my apologies by now."

"You don't have to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong." The girl sighed. "I just don't want to talk about Peter Pan right now."

"Then what would you wish to speak about? Anything you wish to say will be satisfactory to me."

There was something about Hook's attention, his habit of doing or saying exactly the right thing that made her trust him even less and desire him even more. "I don't know. Tell me a story? If you have any?"

He chuckled. "Many more than most people, my dear. Despite this island and it's promised youth, I'm practically an old man now." The sound of his voice was a little bit self-deprecating.

"I wouldn't say that." (Y/N) denied. Maybe he was older that the children on the island, but it wasn't like he was some decrepit old man who was losing his functions. He was... striking.

"No, no, my dear. It's true." He told her, still holding her hand gently. "Growing up is a nasty business. I'm sure you are aware of what I say. All those pesky feelings, the energy of childhood sapped away."

The girl opened her mouth but closed it again. Maybe it was his warm hand stroking hers, the glint of his hook in the candlelight, his intense blue eyes staring into hers. It felt like she had no self-control. It suddenly felt like whatever answer she gave was an important one. It could lead in any direction. And as for the direction she was secretly hoping for....

"It's not all bad." She slid closer to him. "You still have your energy, I'll bet." And all the things that he could do with that energy raced through her head. "You're the most feared and respected pirate on Neverland."

"And those feelings..." She felt like she was regaining some control as she took his hand that previously covered her and gently rested it on her thigh, keeping eye contact with him as she did. "They're not all bad." She barely breathed with nervous anticipation, waiting to see what the pirate did next.

He was certainly surprised, that much was clear on his face. But as the gleam in his eyes grew more intense, she couldn't bring herself to regret what she did.

His hand slid up her thigh, slowly. (Y/N) was pinned under his gaze as her breathing became heavier. She shivered as he skilfully undid the button to her trousers, and without thinking, she reached up to touch his face.

Never in her dreams had she thought she would ever see this man in this way. He had always been the scary pirate, the dark villain of her hero's stories. But as he leaned into her touch as she cupped his cheek, she couldn't help but pull him forward to kiss him.

He immediately reciprocated. And even more, he did exactly what she was hoping for. Taking over control of the situation and moving his hand so that it was buried into her hair, tugging her as close to him as possible.

She moaned as he pulled on her hair, grabbing at his coat for stability. Gone was the caution and gentlemanly politeness that Hook had been displaying, she could only see the dark pirate captain as he bit her lip and rested his hook against her neck.

She knew she was putting herself in danger by touching him, kissing him like this. Like Icarus soaring too close to the sun. But he already had her caught in his orbit.

"I can't say I expected this, my dear. No idea that you wanted the touch of a pirate so badly." Hook said, his breath warm against her lips. "Although I am certainly not displeased."

"I just want your touch." She replied breathlessly as he moved his mouth down to her throat, nipping at her neck and kissing along her collarbone. Pulling her hair so that she was made to tilt her head back to give him better access.

He chuckled, enjoying her honesty and desperation. "And you'll get it. All night you'll get my touch, until you beg for me to stop. Until we leave this room or you tell me to let you go... you're mine." He let go of her. "Lie down on the bed. And don't make me ask twice."

The speed in which she obeyed only made the lustful darkness in his eyes grow. As she laid down, she watched him raise himself so that he hovered over her, kneeling with his legs encasing hers. His shape of his thighs were visible through his pants, as was the growing bulge of his cock. She couldn’t help but glance at it.

“Any man who had the honour of seeing you like this would be blessed by Poseidon himself.” Hook murmured to her, running his hand along her side and grabbing at her hip, leaning over to kiss her deeply, harshly.

She watched him as he unbuttoned her shirt, leaning forward to he could remove it. (Y/N) was half naked below him, revealed and vulnerable but it only made the electric feeling in the lower part of her stomach stronger. Made her even more wet.

And Hook could tell. “But you’re not innocent at all, my love. You want me to make you beg for me, don’t you?”

She nodded as he pressed kisses along her stomach until he reached her breast. Taking one of her nipples into his mouth, licking and tugging at it with his teeth as he groped at the other.

He chuckled against her chest as she gasped at his touch. The vibration of the sound reverberating against her body, feeling like it went straight between her thighs.

She took initiative and kicked off her trousers herself. Reaching up to bury her hands in Hooks hair, pulling him into a kiss.

“I might not ever anyone take you away from me, love.” He growled as she tugged at his dark curls. “I’ll keep you all to myself.” He kept running his hand over her body, driving her wild as her touched her. Somehow intuitively knowing all the spots that could turn her on.

However, once her pants were fully gone, he immediately turned his attention to her soaked cunt. (Y/N) was grateful that there was a party on the deck above them, she wasn’t able to fully cover up her moans as James Hook pressed his face against her core.

She held on to his hair tightly, trying to gain some type of stability as his tongue pressed against her clit and into her cunt. “So wet.” He smirked. “All for me? You filthy girl.”

He added a finger only a second later, doing everything he could to remove any thoughts from her brain. Wanting pleasure to be her only sensation. There was something about her that made him go feral, wanting to make this succubus of a women moan and cry for him all night and every night.

“Please.” She begged, tears pricking at her eyes at the onslaught of satisfaction that the pirate captain was giving her. “I want you, please James.”

The sight of her tears only turned him on more, and so he submitted to her pleads. “You want me to fuck you, love? Is that right? You want me to make you come so hard that I ruin any other man for you? To make you mine?”

“Yes.” She let out a gasping sob. “Please.”

“Your wish is my command.” Hook grinned darkly, finally pressing his cock against her folds and pushing inside quickly. He wanted to spilt her open, wanted to make her go brainless for him.

She dug her nails into his back as he rocked in and out of her. He delighted in her moans, at the look on her face as he took her closer and closer to her climax.

He couldn’t remember the last time he had someone as seductive as her in his arms, couldn’t remember the last time that fucking someone felt as good as it did as he plunged his cock into this woman.

Everything about her drew him in, and this obvious confirmation that she desired him as well only served to make him need her more. He grew even harder at the thought of doing this with her again. Of holding her tightly as he fucked into her whenever they wanted.

And (Y/N) could barely think that far ahead with how good Hook was making her feel. It felt as though there was nothing in her brain at all except for the thought of how his cock felt rubbing against the walls of her cunt, of hitting her g-spot as he slammed into her. His fingers rubbed her clit as he did, and she could feel her orgasm approaching.

Hook could too. “Do you want to come, my dear?” He asked her, his hook right beside her face, the glean of the lantern next to them gleaming off of it. “Have you been good enough to be allowed to come?”

She nodded quickly, looking into his gorgeous blue eyes desperately. When he told her she could come, the coil that had been building and building within her finally released, and Hook had to muffle her scream of pleasure with a kiss. If they had been alone on the island, he would have been delighted at the noises he was pulling out of her, but he didn’t want one of his pirates rushing in and interrupting them.

The look on her face as she came was more satisfying that any treasure to him, and couldn’t help but kiss her forehead and face as she caught her breath

(Y/N) collapsed against the bed as he did. “You were perfect, my darling.” James murmured to her, moving away to grab a towel to clean her up.

“So were you.” She smiled at him, relaxed as her mind began to return to her. “Although I can now understand why Pan called you a beast.”

Hook chuckled, his gaze was soft as he leaned down to kiss her. “No more talk of Pan.” He told her. “Peter Pan doesn’t need to be thought of at this moment. You… you are my new obsession.”

And he lay next to her in the bed, felt her against his side, remembered the feeling of her around his cock, those words were true to him.

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reverb • chapter eleven

synopsis: eren and (y/n) finally meet again after weeks apart, only to find themselves engaged in a weekend full of passionate love making. In the midst of their steamy rendezvous, EJ poses a question that not only leaves the shocked (y/n) stunned but himself as well..asking if she’d like to go out with him. Not certain of how things will pan out if they decide to date, (y/n) is hesitant but then recalls a conversation she’d had with her uncle just days prior. What will her answer be? Meanwhile, the aftermath of Armin’s annual party is revealed when he and Niesha’s game of cat and mouse comes to a boiling head. Things only get worse when his affluent, billionaire parents invite him to dinner to discuss an important family matter. The carefree playboy is given news that will force him to make the hardest decision he’ll ever have to face.

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content + themes: sexual themes, fluff, romance, mentions of tarot, spirituality and light work, violence, mentions of gang activity and guns, drug mentions, bits of angst, more flashbacks of (y/n)’s past, mentions of abuse, comedy + humor, crack, drama, choking but it turns sexual idk how to describe it, sorry, toxic, TOXIC behaviors I do not condone, angsty at the end

“Whatever choice you make, son. I support and always be proud..I won’t be upset with you no matter what but just make sure that it’s one you can live with.”

📝: thank you guys so much for sticking around and supporting this story! I’m so happy when you guys send thoughtful comments and feedback, asks, etc. it makes my entire day and gives me so much motivation. I know y’all are probably sick of the cliffhangers but trust, there’s a reason! 😭 anyways, I hope you like the story. Reblogs, comments, etc are very appreciated!! Also, I like to make the reader’s backstory as vivid as possible. Although you may not resonate with it personally, it is important to the story itself. So keep that in mind when reading, please.

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“Wh-what?..wait, EJ..what are you saying?”

“..Thought I made myself pretty clear..I want to go on a date with you. Do this right..”

in that moment, time felt as if it were standing completely still..nothing about this entire ordeal felt like reality right now. There was no way that not only had you spent hours entangled in the sheets with EJ the Don, exchanging kisses, sweat and every other bodily fluid possible. There was no way you were in this famous rapper’s house, let alone his bed..and there was certainly no way in hell that he had just asked you out mid-orgasm..certainly you had to be dreaming! But alas, here you were with your bodies melded together as one. Those jade colored eyes beaming down at you with the most serene of energy. In a way, his words brought you comfort..peace. Normally, guys would try and pressure you into situations that you weren’t ready for. Using sex as a clever segway into whatever their true goal was. But that wasn’t the case with him. Truth be told, he didn’t have to lie to get what he wanted..he was honest to a fault and maybe that was one of his biggest flaws. He couldn’t be deceitful and that oftentimes led to him hurting people’s feelings. His little spat with Mikasa was a prime example..had he exercised a bit of restraint, maybe the situation wouldn’t have blown up the way it had. With you, he was hoping to have the opposite effect. If he wanted you gone, you would’ve been ass naked in the back of an Uber before the sun came up. He was the last man who had to lie his way into some pussy so obviously, he was coming from a place of sincerity. Pushing gently at his chest, (Y/N) shifted your head to the side, thinking that if you did not look at him directly, those pangs of butterflies wouldn’t come rushing through your stomach. Instead, you were met with the soft grasp of his fingers underneath your chin. “Or not..” pausing to collapse next to you. Not only for a breather but because he felt as though he had set something wrong. Maybe he was being a little too forward and persistent. Or maybe he was a damn fool and this whole school kid, whirlwind crush was unrequited. But little did he know, you felt the exact same! Hell, maybe even stronger..it had been forever since you’d look at anyone the way you did him. And so what if it had only been two months since you guys knew each other? You’d heard that age old cliche ‘love at first sight’ more than you could count. Even if it wasn’t quite to that stage yet, you knew it was far stronger than just sex. You both had set it in your minds, unbeknownst to the other..that if you fucked one more time and those feelings didn’t remain, then you’d call it quits. But as you suspected..you were head over heels. Even when you finally managed to get some rest after the long night, you were dreaming of him. It was crazy! It honestly brought you back to a conversation you had just a few days prior…

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The warm Florida sun peering down over the coast of Miami Beach, waves crashing subtly against sandy shores as patrons splashed through the cool waters and children built grainy castles. The picturesque view is the ideal representation of the bustling city. But lying within its intricate roadways and landscapes was an entirely different viewpoint. One far less appealing and inviting. Only those familiar with the areas would dare travel there..for them, ironically..it was home. The only place they felt welcomed. The projects. The ghetto..where many of Miami’ elites got their start and oftentimes dubbed their stomping grounds. Including upcoming stars, (Y/N) (L/N) and Niesha Daniels. Residents of Opa Locka’s infamous 8th Street. Where drug dealers and sex workers roamed frequently. Where those who only knew of violence and criminal activity thrived..but for you? It always brought forth a sense of nostalgia. The strange thing was, you weren’t too far removed from the dire situation you grew up in but it felt unreal going from rubbing elbows with rockstars to now driving through your old hood with Dior shades on your eyes. You remember the nights that you and your granny would hear gunshots from down the street; getting word that one of her friends’ grandsons or nephews had been involved in gang activity. Or the more joyful memories of you and Niesha walking to the corner store on Friday nights. Dressed just like the girls who were dubbed ‘hoochies’ back in the day but sporting your sew ins, micros, long acrylics and gold earrings proudly. The smell of fresh fish frying and BBQ plates outside of the gas station while crowds chatted and danced. Dope boys stationed in the parking lot with the doors of their Chevy Impalas swung wide open, blasting Jeezy and Ross as you both walked by. Being cat called by men old enough to be your fathers as they shot dice in front of the store doorway. It was a very different life from the one you both lived now. Hence why you were back..hoping to gain some clarity from the one person you had been dreading to see since returning home. Navigating your new rose gold Mercedes G Wagon into the parking lot of the Wisteria Gardens Apartments, you pulled into an empty space, promptly killing the engine afterwards. On the opposite side of the large complex sat a duplex, tucked off in the corner. Luckily, that was your destination so you wouldn’t be spotted. Neither would your vehicle. Stepping out in high-top brown and pink Dunks, biker shorts showing off your small leg tattoo and a Balenciaga sweatshirt. The 613 balayage flowed down your back and tied into a ponytail..(y/n) tossed the small crossbody over your shoulder and headed up to the front door on the left side, where you left two small knocks. It was then that you were greeted by the sound of serene music and bells playing. You’d push the door once more to realize that it was not only unlocked but slightly ajar. If it told you anything, it was that the man inside was hard at work and awaiting you. “Unc? Uncle Bam..you home?” Silence.

That was until you heard the deep tone of a male answer you back.

“About time you showed up, honey..” turning around, you were greeted with the calming aura and deep set eyes of a tall, darker skinned male with a muscular build and neatly styled dreads. Around his neck hung an Eye of Horus pendant and crystals. It was him..

“Unc!”

“Welcome home, baby girl. It’s been so long.”

akin to that of a little child, you leapt into his arms and beamed with joy! It had been roughly two years since you’d last been to his home. Travel and work had kept you so busy, you never had time. He was the only living family member that you had any sort of contact with from either side. Much like the many estranged ones, your uncle Benny, affectionately known as Bam around the area had grown up into a life of crime and as they always say with trouble, it’s easy to get in and even harder to get out of. He had spent his younger years in and out of prison before landing himself in there for fifteen years after beating the abuser of one of his closest friends nearly to death. He was a good man with a kind soul.

During his incarceration, he delved deep into spirituality. More so tarot and lightwork. An innate gift he knew he had possessed since childhood. He decided that once he got out, he’d walk the straight and narrow from then on out. Now a free man, he spends his days honing his craft here at his home; doing detailed readings, cleanses and spell work. As quiet as it was kept, he was the sole reason you were where you were right now. Shortly after the death of your grandmother, you were left alone. Your mom and her only daughter didn’t even bother to show up to the funeral and once she did show her face, she caused a scene. Only coming around in hopes of claiming some inheritance so she could promptly go shoot it up in a back alley somewhere. Then there was your father, sitting idly in Florida State Prison, serving life after he committed the ultimate sin. Needless to say, you wanted no parts of either of them anyways.

But you needed someone and luckily, your uncle had gotten to a far better place since finishing out his stint. He was living in a very nice duplex home with his long time partner, Kelvin. Who was equally as kind and loving as he was. Without question, he allowed you to stay in the other half without paying a dime for as long as you pleased. The two had come upon some serious money from their old ventures and decided to invest their funds. Restoring old apartment complexes that had been previously overrun by gang members and providing low income housing to the residents. Sometimes even waiving rent payments altogether for those in need. Essentially investing back into the community they called home. He truly was your idol..especially since it was him who introduced you to pole as a means of stress relief and self expression. Soon, that hobby turned into untapped talent that he felt needed to be shared. So one day, you began sharing the videos to your bare Instagram feed, quickly accruing a large following. One thing led to another and now, you were performing on stages larger than life. Without him, there would be no Pole Assassins or (influencer name).

“I know..that’s kinda my fault. I’m sorry..been busy. Thank you for the biscuits by the way. They were so good.”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, chile. I know how much you used to love those things. Miss (grandma’s name) used to make them for me all the time. Besides, I know them folks been keeping you on your toesss. But get that money. I ain’t mad at you.”

uttering the sentiment in a rather feminine and expressive tone, waving his hand fan to feign off any smoke. Candles burned from the corners, along with pungent incense. It looked as if he were just in the middle of charging some crystals when you came in. But it was rather perfect timing..as he had predicted, you’d be making your way over. So he was prepared!

“Gone take a seat, honey. I’ll get you some tea.” feeling just as cozy as you did years ago, you’d plop down in one of the plush, throne like chairs and wait for him to join you. Whilst he was pouring up a batch of his famous iced tea, you scoured the various decks of cards and oracles with your eyes. Fascinated by this unknown world, you could only imagine what this visit would entail. “So..tell me how the life of the rich and famous has been treating my dear niece..how’s Beyonce and ‘nem?” sending you into a fit of laughter. He was such a card sometimes, always saying the first thing that comes to mind. “Ooh..now Unc, you know I’m far from that but..we're working on it. It’s been good though..can’t complain..” Just then, a wave of sudden sadness overtook you and you’d recall crying this morning. And almost instantly, he’d pick up on it.

“But?..”

“But what?..”

A question you and he both already knew the fateful answer to. You were severely depressed; a hole you couldn’t seem to come out of. No matter how many accolades, accomplishments and even happy moments you accrued. It all felt meaningless..you still didn’t have the two things you so desperately sought after. And if anyone knew that, it was him.

“You still feel like you haven’t done enough. Or rather..something’s missing.” You knew he’d read you like a book but if you knew that, you’d also know that he was far from done with his investigation. Finally working his way back to the table, he’d hand you the glass and take a seat before you. The two oracle decks you were previously looking over, he’d pick up and shuffle through. He was full and aware of how to help ease your worry and hopefully clear up some of your pressing questions. He had done it so many times before..it had been so long since you’d had one of his signature readings. Uncle Bam’s predictions were almost always spot on so if you could trust someone’s intuition, even when it wasn’t your own, you could trust him. “Don’t worry,, we gon’ help you out. Take a couple breaths for me while I get these shuffled.” Without hesitation, you did so. Inhaling slowly and exhaling all the same with your eyes closed. This was always done to help center yourself before a reading; bringing you closer to the universe and to help you realize what it is you need to hear.

slowly but surely, he’d begin to dish out cards. Akin to that of a black jack dealer, they’d fly onto the table face down and soon after, he’d flip them over. Taking a moment to mull over them, he’d place his finger to his chin and release a deep sigh. The look on his face had you concerned for a moment..as if he were contemplating something serious. Perhaps, you were in worse shape than you thought.

“..there’s something you’ve been feeling conflicted about. Somebody rather. You’re scared..” the words drawing a look of concern and a slight gasp from between your lips. What exactly did he mean?

“These feelings..they’re strong. You feel so deeply for this person and you don’t want to because you’re afraid of getting hurt. Afraid that they won’t feel the same. It’s like you keep telling yourself, ‘it’s too soon..’ You also feel like if you pursue this one thing, then you failed at everything else. I’m seeing..flowers of some kind. Purple. Some flower that meant a lot to you. Maybe you saw something today that brought back intense memories for you. Maybe they even made you cry..”

as he was spouting off his visions, you’d feel a slight lump form in the back of your throat. It was heavy and hard to swallow. Afraid that if you did, you’d burst into tears right then and there. You hadn’t uttered a word to Uncle Bam about your situation and you knew no one else could have either. Not about your granny’s house, about Eren..nothing. Even Niesha, who was a notorious blabbermouth. He more than likely whisked right into your apartment with those biscuits and right out. As far as the flowers, he was spot on. The name of this place? Wisteria Gardens and ironically, it was the same plants that surrounded this complex. Much like the ones that used to grow in your grandma’s yard every year. Beautiful, lavender flowers that hung like bearing fruit. Seeing them again dredged up those memories of playing in the yard and picking them for her vases. It was just his innate sense of intuition. He truly was a master of his craft. Divinity was his true calling! He’d pull back for a moment and wipe his own eyes, reaching over for a burning stick, wrapped in twine and cloth. “Whew! Gon’ make me break the sage out in here..this is heavy, honey!..” breaking a bit of the tension and intense emotions up by making you laugh. “But let’s keep going..” he’d continue surveying the cards and shuffling through. Picking out the ones that resonated with him the most. Fortunately, there was some good in this reading so he’d gravitate towards that.

“..But I see you’ve also been feeling gracious. I’m seeing a lot of gratitude. You’re happy with how far you’ve come. There’s something you’ve had your eye on..maybe a new purse or some type of jewelry. Reward yourself, chile. You’ve earned it.” It was right then that he’d decide to place the cards down and remove his glasses, wiping up the remnants of his tears with a bit of laughter. That’s when he’d reach across the table to grasp your hands.

“(Y/N), sweetheart. You’re a wonderful young woman. Always have been..you got a good head on your shoulders. For as long as I could remember, you never gave your grandma trouble. You were smart, even when things were hard for you, you did everything you were supposed to and I’m so proud of you. It ain’t been easy for you and hell, you could’ve ended up just like me, your mama and your daddy but you didn’t..you’ve come such a long way..” It was then that the words began to spill out as did your tears because it had been so long since you’d heard someone tell you that they were proud of you.

“Thank you, Unc. I’ve been trying..I really have.”

But alas, that wasn’t all he had to say. There was one more tidbit of advice he had to give. Looking you dead in your eyes, he’d hold your hands.

“I know, baby. That’s why I’m telling you if you don't listen to anything else and I don’t need these cards to say it, it’s this..go live your life. You’ve been working since you were seventeen. Ain’t stopped since. Your granny would be so proud of you so go live. If this person is truly making you as happy as I can tell they are, go for it. Go find your peace, you’ve earned it.” and with that, you knew from that moment, what had to be done….

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So with this man now lying next to you, eyes averted to the covers because he was a little embarrassed, you’d hastily reach over and cup his face into another kiss before rolling over on top of him. “Stop looking like that.” immediately, he’d begin to flush red and try to form a sentence but you rendered him impossible with your tongue. Brushing your fingers through his hair and straddling him. Just a moment ago, you seemed completely uninterested and now, you were trying to go at it again. What changed?

“Of course I’d love to go out with you, EJ. Nothing would make me happier.” and you had just made him the happiest he had been in a while! Grabbing your waist, he’d break into an adorable cackle, just feeling so relieved that you hadn’t rejected him. “Thank goodness..” which brought you to a soft giggle in return. Which soon transformed into you full blown laughing. For the first time in a long time, you’d have a heartfelt laugh..

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing..I was just thinking about something.”

Flipping back over onto your side and running your finger down the perimeter of his chest, you’d place a gentle kiss along his cheek before coiling those smaller arms around his torso.

“So what exactly did the brilliant EJ have in mind for a first date?” causing the rapper to gulp in response because out of all his areas of expertise, romance wasn’t his strong suit. The fact that he had actually managed to bag your fine ass in the first place was an achievement in and of itself! Now, he was left with the task of ensuring that he kept you around..cradling his arm around you, he’d look down with a soft grin and place a kiss to your forehead. Trying his hardest to lay on the charm.

“Well, I was thinking maybe a nice dinner, a little walk on the beach..” but as his words trailed off, something told you that wasn't exactly his style. He seemed far too laid back for the luxurious, pompous date nights..but he was trying to be as chivalrous as possible. After all, it wouldn’t be the slightest bit polite to take a woman he had spent all night going raw in for burgers and fries on an official first date! Even so, you wanted him to be comfortable as well. Something you’d both enjoy. Not only that, if you wanted to do this right and not just be two people sleeping together without the slightest clue about the other..then it was important to just let go of the awkward jitters and ask outright what your interests were. No need in being shy after all that had happened. No need in being afraid..this was a safe space.

“Unless..there’s something else you wanted to do.” which prompted you to start giggling yet again. And this time, his little cheeks flustered red and he’d stare yet again, feeling embarrassed. Nobody had tripped EJ the Don up quite like you. Here he was stumbling over himself like a bumbling idiot and all of that confidence he had used to seduce you was flying out the window. Even so, you thought it was just the cutest thing ever. “Not at all. That actually sounds really nice but..I wanna know what it is you like to do. Not just what you think will impress me. In fact…” stopping amid your rant to run a finger down the center of his chest. “I wanna get to know the man behind all of that music. The real you..I mean, don’t get me wrong. I love me some EJ but..Eren? He seems a lot cooler and I can’t wait to meet him.” And for the first time in a long time, his heart would begin to flutter..beating out of his chest because no woman had ever asked him such a thing. Granted, he was putting them out before they could get too close but deep down, he knew they only wanted one thing and that was to use his namesake for a come up. They didn’t care about who he was outside of the chains, money and fame. He was a meal ticket and nothing more. And here you were, wanting to see him for who he truly was. To hell with waiting or being too soon, he had to make you his before somebody else came and snatched you up!

“We’re a little past favorite colors and TV shows, don’t you think?”

“No better time than the present, sweetheart. Maybe we can talk about it..after we get a shower.”

Which didn’t sound like too bad of an idea right now. The only question was what you were going to wear, seeing as how you arrived in nothing more than a bikini and had been wearing nothing but his sheets and body fluids since. But he’d figure something out. For now, you two of you could continue your ‘bonding’ under the warm waters of a shower head.

“Guess you’re right. Speaking of..what do you like for breakfast? I can have my assistant go get–”

“I was actually thinking I’d cook a little something. If you don’t mind. The restaurants on this side of town can’t make breakfast worth a damn. They crack an egg on the plate, smear some sauce around and charge a hundred dollars for it. No thanks..hope you like grits.”

that was all he needed to hear to be confident that he had made the right decision..you were everything he had been looking for in a woman!..grinning from ear to ear, Eren would roll to his side and hop up, gently tugging you up afterwards.

“Or do you northerners not know anything about that?”

“Give me some credit now. I’ve been living among you country bumpkins long enough to know about grits. And other things too.”

It felt good to know that neither of you had to put on a facade around one another. And with that, the witty banter and jokes ensued. Poking fun at one another like old friends.

“Oh, is that so? Like what?” questioning as the two of you walked towards the bathroom. It’s then that he’d lift up your arm and twirl you around to examine your backside, even leaving a light slap to watch it ripple. “I know that it didn't come from a doctor. That’s gotta be greens and cornbread. Got to be.” Shaking his head in pure awe at how thick you were. The one thing he loved about living in the south were the women..the girls who were homegrown and country fed. Long before he was surrounded by BBL bodies, he was blessed with the fortune of seeing the ladies that didn’t need a knife. The ones that had the kind of ass that would make somebody do a double take and clutch their chest. But even so, he’d send you into a fit of laughter, playfully slapping his chest.

“Get away from me. Play too damn much.”

“What?! I didn’t lie..matter of fact, lemme get a closer look.”

Playfully chasing you into the shower where the second bout of your morning would surely ensue. There wasn’t a single doubt that you two would have no problem adjusting into a relationship.

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But unfortunately, the same couldn’t have been said for you guys’ best friends…the people both of you adored more than anything and the ones who had been seeing one another long before (y/n) and Eren even decided to hook up. Armin and Niesha weren’t exactly seeing eye to eye at the moment, which wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. Seeing as how both of them truly only got along when they were fucking like rabid animals. Otherwise, it was a toxic game of cat and mouse. A test to see who could make the other jealous first. Posted up with this girl and hugging that dude. Childish antics if you’d ever seen any. Nonetheless, it worked for the chaotic pair. That was until last Friday at that yacht party, when it all came to a very explosive head.

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“So you gone sit and play in my face like that?! You gone lie and tell me you wasn’t with the bitch? Armin, who do you think I am?”

“And if I was..what exactly are you going to do about it? But since you asked, Niesha. I’ll tell you exactly who you are..an idiot. I mean, no offense, baby but you have to be out of your fucking mind to think that we were anything more than this. What? You thought because I brought you a couple purses, some jewelry that me and you would be together? Sweetheart, you are nothing more than some stress relief. Don’t get ahead of yourself. I’ll admit, the pussy was good..amazing even but I don’t plan on settling any time soon. Especially not with someone like you.”

words that stung like bees, ones that should have been cutting deep and sending her into hysterics..if it were anyone else! But it was just as (Y/N) had said:

“Haven’t met a dude she hadn’t left crying yet.”

and just as she had predicted, Armin was up next! Rather than bursting into tearful sobs and cries, he was met with cackles and hearty laughs. A tattooed hand and long acrylics covered her mouth as her head flew back. Eventually doubling over in laughter.

“What the fuck is so funny?” His nerves obviously rattled by how unbothered she was. He knew that Niesha was crazy and hell, that was half the excitement but damn, any other woman would have at least slapped and said she hated him. Here she was cackling like shit was sweet..just what was this girl’s problem?!

“You done? Like I said, Armin..who do you think I am? You can save them lil’ weak ass insults for a bitch with no self esteem. I said it before and I’ll say it again..’you not going nowhere. And neither am I..” standing ten toes down in her sentiment, even folding her legs and pretending to swipe over her long nails. Completely unfazed by anything he’d said before. However, Armin was a little stirred in his spirit. Always getting riled up when he was with Niesha. That was the effect she’d had on him since the first night they met. Heated arguments turned to fiery, passionate sex that was always better than the last. But tonight, he’d decided he had enough and was calling it quits for good. He had to..otherwise, he was going to lose his own damn mind!

“Oh..you thought I was mad about that lil’ brokedown girl you had in your Insta story. If you’re gone try to make me jealous, at least get a bitch with all her teeth. Have some class.” and it was then that he’d retort back, trying to defend himself. He had been pacing the floor of the master bedroom suite in the ship’s cabin, trying not to lose his cool but this girl was really testing his patience. She had the nerve to cheat when he had spent all of that money on her?! The nerve. What made her so special from all the rest of the girls that fell in love with him?

“Says the one fucking half of The Miami Heat. Don’t try to check me for some shit when you’re doing the same thing. I saw you with him, Niesha.”

“That’s right. While you were getting neck from ol’ gummy bear, I was getting my shit cracked. I’m not your bitch so what are you mad for? This free game.” And little was he aware of the can of worms that he had popped open.

“You know what your problem is? You’re entitled. You try to compensate with all these lil’ hoes because you’re really a loser, baby. You think they’ll actually fuck with you if you ain’t have the bread you did? C’mon now. Flexing mommy and daddy’s money ‘cause you would’ve never made it otherwise. Went and got you a chain, some tattoos and started showing your ass. But the real Armin? Ain’t nothing but a square ass ‘lil nigga looking for approval because his parents never gave it to him. You are so used to everybody kissing your ass because you throw a lil’ change in their face. But I’m not one of them. Ion care about you or your money. That bag? I already had two. Your lil’ necklace? I gave that shit away. We wouldn’t be together..you right..community dick is good for one thing and that’s never being seen in public with it. Matter of fact, I think Connie and Ony are here tonight. Might go see what their fine asses are hitting for. I need a real man.”

Suddenly, she’d stand to her feet and begin making the trek towards the door. As if nothing had happened but Armin was not about to let that happen. “Shit, if my sister hadn’t got to him first, maybe I would’ve fucked EJ too. Heard that dick was hitting—” suddenly, any bit of restraint and level headedness he may have had..went straight out of the window. Before she could walk out, Armin would grab her arm and force her against the wall. “Watch your fucking, Niesha.” Causing her to start cackling yet again. It was as if nothing phased this woman. His words may have meant nothing but hers hurt like a bitch! Insulting him, playing on his insecurities and then proudly admitting that she’d fuck his best friends?! She’d gone too far! He had gotten so worked up, he’d hadn’t even realized that his hand was latched around her throat. Immediately freezing because he’d never in his life hurt a woman and if she brought him to that point, then she had to go but before he could take it away..the look in Niesha’s eyes told a different story..one that thoroughly enjoyed the sensation of his hands around her neck and even signified it by biting her lip; sucking her teeth in a lecherous manner. This toxicity truly got her excited!

“Mmm…now I like that shit.” Getting visibly aroused at the vice grip he had on her. Even prompting him to squeeze tighter because it’d get her wetter. All Armin could do was laugh because once again, she had worn him down and pulled him right back into her trap.

“You’re a crazy bitch, you know that?..or maybe I’m the crazy one for fucking with you..”

Just then, he’d feel his thumb between her plump lips, being suckled on and her deep set, dark, siren like eyes laser focused on him and his biggest weakness..that sweet little voice that she always drew him in with.

“Maybe..but..” and before she could complete the sentence, he’d have her up against the dresser, legs spread and her thong pushed to the side. “You’re right, I’m not going anywhere. And you’re sure as hell not. This pussy belongs to me, act like you remember.” This time, tugging her by her hair with the same force; proof that he was done playing games with her. He was going to show her what a real man was alright! “Now put that fucking phone down..” That slight grimace in his voice sent to her spine and her sensitive spot. She loved seeing him like this. Hence why she got his ass in an uproar in the first place. She wanted to get him as angry as possible to get him to take his frustration out on her. “Mm..whatever you say...”

Because in the end, she always got her way. And Armin? He’d finally met his match!

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Hence why, at the moment, he was headed into the Nobu, one of Miami’s premier eateries. Notorious for feeding some of the city’s most elite. Tonight, they’d be hosting the Artlerts..the leaders of a multi billion dollar conglomerate, earning their fortune in oil and technology..stemming back from the early nineteen hundreds. Needless to say, they were descendants of old money and Armin, was a direct beneficiary and byproduct of such wealth and he certainly took advantage of it. However, his parents had contacted him earlier in the week to inform him that they’d be flying into town and that there was important business that they needed to discuss with him. What exactly they had to discuss was a mystery..however, all would soon be revealed. Dressed in one of his several designer ensembles; an all black Armani suit..turtleneck tucked into his slacks with a matching belt buckle. Covering the plethora of tattoos that littered his body. Silver rings adorning his fingers and a matching necklace. Coordinated and fitting just right..the potent aroma of Tom Ford cologne radiating from his body..he truly looked like a million bucks. But unfortunately, his mood didn’t exactly match his current physical shape. Being with family should have been a monumental occasion. Marked with laughs, good times and love. And for the bright eyed, young producer..it was in his earlier years. As the only child to wealthy entrepreneurs and presumably, the heir to a massive fortune, they poured every ounce of adoration, care and their limitless resources into ensuring that Armin had the best upbringing possible. Private schools, tutors, a fully funded college education, and the best things that life had to offer. Which paid off..Armin excelled in every aspect of his life. Top tier grades; which earned him a steady four point six average until he graduated college with a degree in marine biology. He played baseball, basketball and rugby, an aficionado in all three and was even his university’s point guard up until junior year. Needless to say, he was his parents’ pride and joy. But it seemed as of late, that satisfaction seemed to have dissipated a bit. The Artlerts had high expectations for their child. Naturally, they supported anything that he wanted to explore and backed him one hundred percent..however, they weren’t betting on any of those ventures including making music. Less known, in the hip-hop industry. Granted, they had no qualms about it. If that’s what made him happy and he put his entire focus into it, then it was all that they could ask of their son.

That just wasn’t the case for Armin though. As successful and bright as he was, he was equally as reckless and rambunctious. Drinking, partying and laying up with various girls. Although he kept his parents out of the loop, it didn’t take long before word of his antics made it back to them via their inside sources who kept tabs on him and it was safe to say that they were not happy.

Hence why he was so nervous to meet with them tonight..the shame and embarrassment that was beginning to set in. He knew that his family would either scold him until they were red in the face or just give him a lecture of pure disappointment. Either way, he wasn’t much in the way of hearing it. Regardless, he’d traipse into the lofty establishment, hands tucked into the pockets of his suit as the hostess greeted him. Having quite the reputation and prestige, she informed him that his party was waiting and saw him to his table immediately. Glass chandeliers hung from the ceilings and cerulean lighting illuminated the dimmed dining area. Tables and booths lined with silky white cloths and perfectly folded napkins, seated next to polished silverware. Wine glasses filled with crystalline water and patrons, unmistakable members of the upper echelons chatted among their peers about finances, private trips and shopping sprees. It all felt so suffocating!

“Armin, darling! So glad you made it..”

Suddenly, a middle aged woman with honey blonde tufts, styled into loose curls, deep blue eyes and a pink satin gown with fur doused across her shoulders arose from her seat to drape her arms around him. The exorbitant pearls hanging from her neck and the Elizabeth Taylor perfume surrounded Armin like a warm embrace.

“Mom! It’s so good to see you.” grinning from ear to ear. No matter how old he grew or the amount of time that passed, he’d forever be his mom’s baby. Or as she could so affectionately dub him, her “pumpkin pie.” Because he was so sweet as a child. Seated next to her, was a man with a lighter variation of the hair color and features, with the exception of stubble and slightly thicker brows. His voice rang out with a stronger vibrato as he greeted his child. “Good to see you, son.” “Dad..good to see you too..” Reaching over to extend his arms for a hug. The tension had somewhat subsided from Armin’s body..seeing his folks again. At the end of the day, he was their baby regardless of what he did. “Please, have a seat.”

however, the news they came to deliver was going to do little to make him feel settled once revealed. Pulling his chair out, Armin would do as his mom instructed, taking a swig of water afterwards. “So..how’ve you been, Armin?” His mother made the first inquisition. Out of genuine concern and to break the proverbial ice. It always was easier for him to open up around her. He’d go on to tell them that he had been doing fine and that he was set to go on tour soon with his boys. They were working on some big projects and he was doing fine. Completely omitting the fact that his promiscuous, womanizing ways had caught up to him recently. Granted, he wasn’t going to let Niesha or her nonsense take him off of his true course but he couldn’t continue on playing these games..it was fun but it was also taxing. Even so, he couldn’t stay away from her. That’s how addictive it was. His mom seemed to be pleased by the update..her son in good health and spirits was all that she could ask for. Even if she didn’t exactly understand Armin’s career choice or even agree with it at times, it made her smile knowing that her son was happy..seeing him beam with excitement as he talked about working with these amazing artists and the upcoming festival his label was putting together. He also mentioned getting to work with the Pole Assassins and how they were bringing something new and innovative to the industry. His mother would grin and giggle, listening and even asking pertinent questions, ones that he was happy to answer. It took his mind away from all the other things and possibilities that could have been coming with this conversation. “Oh sweetie..I’m so proud of you. It sounds like you’re having a wonderful time.” She’d hoist her glass with a cheery expression and take a sip to commemorate his success. That’s when he’d glance over to his father, who shared a similar expression, faintly grinning and nodding.

“I have to agree. It’s good to see you doing something you love, son. Very proud of you.” His father would nurse his champagne once more before setting his glass back to the crisp tablecloth. Regardless of how he felt, his parents had never put this immense pressure on him or made him feel inadequate for his choices. Many of his peers who had also come from esteemed backgrounds were constantly under the scrutiny of their guardians. They were working in prestigious, lucrative fields, making endless amounts of wealth and doing great things. And still didn’t have their family’s respect. Armin was truly fortunate. Even so, it didn’t stop them from worrying. It didn’t stop them from being afraid that one day, the entertaining lifestyle would catch up with him. They weren’t blind or stupid..not by a long shot. They knew their son partook in all of the things that his and his friends lyrics’ entailed. “So..are you seeing anyone? Is there a lucky girl in your life?” His dad, who had always teased him, knew how flustered he became, mainly because despite his playboy appearance now..his son was the most adorable nerd in his former life! “Ah-well..you know. I’m just kinda..keeping my options open.” Part of him was ashamed and another half was nervous. Ashamed that he couldn’t present his folks with a suitable young lady. That he hadn’t brought a date to any of their meetings..he was aware that they wanted him to get married, start a family but he just wasn’t ready to commit to that yet. He wanted to have fun, mess around and more so..have his fill! He didn’t want just one lady. It wasn’t his style..on the other hand, he was nervous..nervous because he could no longer deny the feelings he had for that insane woman. Regardless of how batshit crazy Niesha drove him, she’d had her claws sunk into his skin deep and he didn’t want anyone else but her.

Even at his party, after fighting with her and everything, he made love to her as if he were hoping to make her stay and although she was just saying the most evil things..she told him she loved him. Crying it into his ear as she held him close. He’d been with a couple girls here and there but all he could think about was where she was..was she thinking of him too? He was nervous because if he could no longer fight his urges, would he be able to bring her home? Would they accept her?…would they still be proud of their baby boy? She came from an entirely different world than him. One he loved being a part of. She was wild, rambunctious and unfortunately, couldn’t flip a switch the way he did. Maybe that’s why he was so obsessed with her ass! She lived in her truth twenty four seven. There was no faking with her..and ironically, he admired that. And despite what she said, she actually gave a damn about him..unlike the others. She was honest, she made him care about himself and didn’t allow him to stay in bad places too long. It was crazy..

“Well I’m sure the right girl will come along soon..” “..yeah, unless you just have no game.” His father uttered with a sly look, making Armin scoff and laugh as he took another sip. “You wish, old man. I have many problems but that’s not one.” He always enjoyed when he and his dad would banter back and forth. It reminded Armin that he was human and not this billionaire machine, who only focused on amassing profit. “Alright, this old dog could teach you some tricks. All you have to do is ask.” The three would laugh, joke and have a wonderful time. “Oh please, don’t let him fool you. He was a scared wreck when he asked me on our first date. His friends had to deliver his love letter during class because he was so nervous. Adorable, really.” “It was called delegating tasks. I just knew you’d say yes.” "You're so full of it.."

He was truly enjoying this time and feeling back to himself. He felt as if he could truly be honest and open with them. More so than when he was younger..they weren’t inherently strict but they kept him on a tight leash so that he didn’t wind up like some of his other classmates; taking Adderall and Xans during ski trips or family gatherings. He was the one and only heir to the Artlert Industries fortune. Hence why once their meals were brought out, they’d pose another question..

“Hope you don’t mind, we ordered for you since we had no idea when you’d arrive. Your favorite.” And they were spot on. Linguine with spinach and lobster. “Not at all..thank you.” As he took the first bite of his dish, that’s when Mr. Artlert would look directly up at his son..

“Armin..do you like making music? Is this something you enjoy?..”

The question came as a bit of a shock, honestly. Truth be told, he hadn’t thought about that in depth. Armin first began delving into music as an adolescent..he sang in the church choir as a young kid and was gifted his first instrument when he was twelve years old. It was the core link that bonded him and EJ together so for him, it was essentially something that changed his life. He honestly had never thought about doing anything else..

“Of course..I wouldn’t if I didn’t. Why do you ask?” but it was more than just genuine curiosity and sudden interest in his son’s career that had the Artlert matriarch inquiring. There was an entirely different reason other than quality time that had prompted this dinner as well. Truth was, the Artlerts had been keeping a rather worrisome secret from their son and was contemplating when would be the appropriate time to divulge. Now was as good as any..might as well rip the bandage off and come clean. Clearing his throat, Mr. Artlert would take a swig of his wine before proceeding.

“Armin..your mom and I..we..”

At that moment, his stomach began to sink to its lowest pit and he’d begin to form a hard lump in his throat. What exactly did they have to tell him? Why were they stalling?!..Just then, his cerulean eyes began to dilate twice their size and even well up a bit. Were they getting a divorce? Did something happen to the company? He wished that they’d say something! But he’d wait no further because his mom would grasp a nearby handkerchief and press it to her face to conceal her inevitable tears. “Mom..what’s wrong? Please!..tell me.” his parents were his entire world and he couldn’t imagine anything causing them grief. But soon, he’d join in on the heavy feelings when his dad confessed something that he wasn’t expecting.

“Son..I went to the doctor last week and he informed me that they found something. A tumor..” the words seemed to have frozen time in its very tracks and shook the young producer to his core. He couldn’t believe it. “A-a tumor? Wait..are you?--” no! He couldn’t even say it! He couldn’t even fathom such a horrendous thought. Clutching his glass, Armin’s hands began to tremble and his breathing was labored. How could they keep such a secret?! How could they not tell him sooner?..the thought of something happening to the man that he so desperately admired and looked up to was terrifying.. he was scared to pry any further. Almost becoming childlike but just as he had done during his upbringing, Armin’s father would ease his mind.

“Fortunately..they did catch it in time so before it becomes too far malignant but the next couple months on my treatment will be crucial. I’m doing everything I can to ensure that I won’t become ill. I’ve hired the best team of doctors and I’m currently on sabbatical from the company. My board of advisors have already made proper arrangements as well. I’ve taken all precautions.”

It was a relief, truly. Although he wasn’t out of the woods yet, he still had a fighting chance and that was more than enough for Armin. However, it wasn’t the only reason for his disclosure. He had an ultimatum of sorts for his son.

“Armin..you are the one and sole heir to the family business. Once I’m no longer around, you will be the one to step in. How you choose to proceed is your choice entirely–” “Don’t talk like that..don’t talk like you’ve already given up.”

He couldn’t stand it and although he assured him things would be fine, he couldn’t believe that until he had an official clean bill of health and stopped speaking as if he knew something Armin didn’t. But this was a pivotal moment..one where Armin would have to, for once in his life..make a hard decision. One that would require sacrifice..

"I'm going to fight as hard as I can, you have my word. I won't let something like this get me. But I have to know that you'll work just as hard to ensure your future. You've always been a bright young man and I trust that you'll continue to do what's best for you.."

it didn't take a rocket scientist to get what exactly he was implying. How far could music truly take him? Was it sustainable?...he wasn't sure. He wasn't sure how to process any of this but what he did know was that this wasn't going to be an easy road and he had a lot to contemplate from here on out.

"I'd be lying if I said that I am a fan of what you do. Can’t stand it. The music..the partying, all of it is not what I envisioned for you. Sometimes makes your mother and I feel as though we failed." Quite brutal but he could only speak from his heart. Tough love was sometimes necessary, even at the expense of his feelings. But there was one thing that he wanted his son to know above all else:

" That said..I love you, son. We both do..“Whatever choice you make, I support and always be proud..I won’t be upset with you no matter what but just make sure that it’s one you can live with.”

and something told him that his time to decide was running out..

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 6 months

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helloooo have a messy scribble page of oc concepts. unfortunately, im in love and will now proceed to ramble At Length

but before that! rudimentary height chart!

all i know rn is Mairy - the cow - is about the same height as Howdy/Barnaby/Poppy (around 8ft), Hettie & Daisy are in the Wally/Julie/Sally category (around 3ft), and Jesterly is more Frank/Eddie (around 4ft). Derry Drake is fuckoff huge, and Casey is... idk really. tall but not That tall

so. rambles. i... have those, yeah

Mairy Love - she/her - lesbian a gorgeous white/blue cow! originally she was gonna be pink/white, but blue/white is my favorite color combo and honestly? it's dairy colors to me. she's big! she's strong! she's very gentle and sweet but also takes shit from no one, even though she doesn't like confrontation much (unless its playful roughhousing! jokes fly completely over her head! i'm thinking she tends to a lovely orchard of various fruit trees, and probably cultivates some crops for fun as well. maybe seasonal ones? pumpkins for the spooky season, fir trees for those snowy days, etc.

Casey J. Mittens - he/him - aro this orange fella is scaredy cat central! unfortunately for him, he's also curious to a fault! curiosity killed the cat, and he fears the day that rings true for him! he'd rather curl up at home or in a cozy tree, crocheting something cute from one of his many balls of yarn than do anything else. he tries to be a voice of reason, but is too easily convinced otherwise. he's that friend who says "we shouldn't be doing this" as he wholeheartedly assists in the shenanigan in question.

Hettie (currently undecided) - she/her - bi true to her honeybee heritage, Hettie is a florist! she boasts an impressive array of flowers that she tends to like her life depends on it. she's always running around to make sure they're all getting the best care - and she's always checking in on her pals to make sure they're taken care of, too. she's a busy bee who wouldn't know a day's rest if it stung her on the ass! It takes a lot to make her mad, but everybody better watch out when her wings start buzzing

Daisy Hop - she/him - pan i actually created Daisy as a supplementary character for a certain au, but realized i could find a place for her in this little group. i'm thinking he runs a little shop - a roadside stall, more like - where she can both sell her own homemade candy & his friends' stuff! she's the only one in the group that can keep up with Hettie's energy, and even surpass it at times. though unlike Hettie, Daisy knows how to take (and appreciate) a break!

Jesterly - whatever/is/funniest - Derry a menace. they love pranks above all else, oftentimes at the expense of others. he's always up to something and is never not scheming something! there's always Someone to bother! in all honesty she's more like an annoying stray cat that no one can get rid of... and they better not try, or they'll face the wrath of this fool's Very large partner! The jester's cap never comes off, and neither does the mask!

Derry Drake - they/them - Jesterly there's no sugarcoating it - Derry is a big lazy grump! it's almost impossible to get them out of their cave, or off of any place they decide to nap. the only thing that can reliably get them moving is the promise - or prospect - of food. it's a wonder how they've accumulated such a hoard of random things in the back of their cave, seeing as they rarely get up at all. they're incredibly nearsighted and bite first, ask questions later - after all, who knows if the colorful blob in front of them is food or not! better to be safe than hungry!

currently in my mind they have their own little community deep in the woods. Daisy lives in a modified burrow, Maisy has a cute farmhouse, Casey lives in a cozy treehouse, Hettie has a small cottage, and Derry & Jesterly live in a cave. within their community, they share practically everything. want a snack? pluck something from the orchard. need a new pair of mittens? ask Casey! i suppose you could say they're communists <3 (except for Daisy. she won't charge his friends, but anyone else is free game)

Mairy and Hettie have romantic tension, Daisy and Derry are the only ones who can tolerate Jes, Mairy wants Jes dead, Casey is terrified of Derry, Daisy's rapid-fire speech confuses everyone but Hettie, etc. i should make a chart for funsies...

#if i want to get realllly out of my comfort zone #i could talk about how my brain automatically started going 'ok this is how they interact with The Neighbors'#but i think. ill save that for now #listen listen for my whole life ive always kept my fan-ocs expressly separate from canon characters #i either put them far away from the action or in a different point in time entirely #but i can. i can have fun? with this maybe? its just a silly side thing... im playing with dolls...#i have Thoughts...#scribble salad #wh oc #welcome home oc #mairy will sometimes crush Difficult To Crush things to intimidate choice people #she's intimidating and she knows it! she'd rather be nice but sometimes a bitch has to get smacked #mairy: im a pacifist #mairy: *loading shotgun* however-#derry often steals casey's yarn for their own hoard #so casey has to go steal it back (or ask for it. either way derry makes a fuss)#I LOVE THEM. FUCK #i dont need any more ocs please... i already have several hundred...

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hanakoofthejungle · 10 days

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HuskerDust watercolor fanart based on the fanfiction, Casino of Love by @artwaterfall. The fanfiction, in turn, was inspired by the Overlord Husk AU created by @celestialalpacaron.

Drawing timelapse

This scene comes from Chapter 15 where Husk and Angel went on their first date at Fizzmodeus' restaurant. They had lobsters. Angel did not know how to eat a lobster so Husk came to the rescue. Basically, they just abused the hell out of that poor dead creature. (It occurred to me: Where does the lobster's soul go? Does it end up in hell, watching its body being consumed?)

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Angel tried again to pry the shell off still looking over to the side. “Am I doing it?”

Husk barked a laugh so loud the pianist looked up frowning.

“Ya gotta look at what ya doing.”

“Ugh,” Angel deflated and let the lobster rest on the plate, “ maybe I shouldn't have lobster.”

“Here,” Husk got up and walked behind his chair. He laid his hand over Angel's and resumed trying to pry the poor crustacean body.

Angel blushed at the proximity, Husk was practically whispering into his ear about the damn lobster but Angel had trouble focusing with the overlord's hand on his own.

Still Angel butchered the first half of his lobster and screamed in joy a little too loud at having half of it done. People downstairs looked up at them again, frowning.

Husk was still helping him with the second half, juices and lobster bits flying everywhere at Angel clumsiness but every time they joined stares at each other, he would find the cat laughing along with him.

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Now why did I choose this scene to draw? Because it is fun, simple, wholesome couple interaction and very relatable. It reminds me of the time when I had lobster for the first time in Brussels, spending more time to crack open the lobster than actually enjoying the dish. Turns out lobster did not taste that great, but at the least the group of elderly American at the next table got a good laugh out of watching me and my friend absolutely butcher that lobster :)))

Having never watched Helluva Boss, I had to look up what the inside of that place looks like, but mistakes ensure due to that very wrong heart shape and lack of patterns on the wallpaper. I was lazy but hey at least I got that lamp thingy on the table right :))) As usual, the clothes are the focal point of my fanarts, "a beautiful deep blue, floor length dress, there was only one shoulder strap and a lace veil came from it all the way to the floor behind his shoulder" and "freshly pressed black suit with a deep blue tie that matched Angel's dress". Husk's suit in this drawing is not actually black but a mix of ultramarine and sepia. I usually don't use colors straight out of the pan, but mixing them. I made an exception in this with the lake red color of Husk's wing. I forgot to draw the wings before I did the line art, so I need the color at its strongest to cover the line art which was not supposed to be there.

My tools still include pencil and Leningrad watercolor. I have been using that watercolor set for over 10 years and it is still the best watercolor set I have ever had. This time I use the Blue Uni-ball pen by Mitsubishi Pencil instead of black M&G gel pen. The line art looks much smoother and the waterproof blue ink added a nice touch to the drawing. I expect nothing less from one of the best pen manufacturers out there.

#hazbin hotel #huskerdust #husker x angel dust #overlord husk #angel dust #hazbin angel dust #angel dust x husk #hazbin hotel husker #husk hazbin hotel #hazbin husk #angel dust hazbin hotel

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minty-mumbles · 8 months

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Linked Universe Survey 2023

The long awaited results of the survey. Sorry it took me forever, making graphs is hard.

There were 452 responses to the survey as a whole, which is almost double what we got last year, so thank you to everyone who participated!

If you want to see the raw data, you can find that here. I had thoughts about the data, but compiling that into another post would be too much of a hassle. Feel free to send me asks about it though!

The rest of the post will be under a read more as it it large

Demographics

Other: Demigirl (4), Transmasc (3), Grey genderfluid, Unlabeled, Demiboy, Demiagender

Other: Omnisexual (4), Poly (2), Trixic, Abroromantic or Bellusromantic, Demisexual

General Questions

Other: Quotev, Discord, their own google docs

Other: Discord, Variations of "I haven't posted yet, but I pan to" and "I haven't posted my fics in ages",

Other: Wattpad, Deviantart, Discord

Other: Crochet dolls, Custom dolls, Roleplay blogs (2), Fan translations, Headcanons (2), Piano music

The purple section in the “Warriors vs Warrior” chart is supposed to read “Warrior.” I made a typo.

Favorites and Least Favorites

Selected Free Response Answers

im sorry warriors i just can't play your game (it is very very hard. i am stuck very early on in the game)

I love cats meow meow meow

was extremely tempted to put twilight for least favorite. unfortunately he is my favorite to write from the perspective of (he has taken over most of my wips. help) and that probably counts for something. WILD on the other hand. hooo boy how the hell do i characterize this gargoyle. why is he Like That. least favorite it is

Twiddy

very good fandom to be in :) everybody is very nice

It's a straight up crime that Wars lost the aesthetics poll so quickly. He has such a peak Link design with the best colors. Ugh I'm getting wistful.

FROGS. FROGS. FROGS. ALSO HAPPY PRIDE MONTH. FROGS. FROGS. FROGS. FROGS. FROGS.

I will fight Hylia herself and the next person who implies Twi can't handle spice. If we're going to lean into him being southern/Midwestern, which is an alright stero type for our rancher, please keep in mind the culture you're basing him off. The south and midwest can handle their spice, I assure you. Have you ever had authentic Louisiana gumbo? It will melt you tongue off. Or some good old fashion spicy fried chicken? I promise the real stuff has quite a kick. (In all seriousness, though. It's more important that you're having fun. And even I can admit the idea of Twi being an Ordonian who can't handle his spice is more than a little funny.)

I am an OoT Link edgelord and have been since early 2017. So, in September of that year, when an artist by the name of jojo56830 puts out a lineup of nine different Links and the Hero of Time is there – the oldest, no eye, Hero’s Shade armor? I saw that one sketch and just thought “oh this is gonna be bad.” Yeah of course he has the coolest design. By the way, it’s only a matter of time until Fierce Deity shows up in the comic and I have reason to believe it could be this current Dawn arc. Dawn … Dawn of a New Day … and who brought about the Dawn of a New Day? Fierce Deity. Twilight is recovering but still injured and what will happen if he falls again? Fierce Deity is coming and we need to be prepared. In this essay I will—

Remember that time when someone put the whole script of the bee movie in here? I’m not that dedicated, and I don’t have that time, but let us remember and hope someone else does it again this time. Cause someone is bound too. We’re all crazy enough to do it. Alright, love you and stay hydrated pls!

Hi! I joined this fandom really recent but i’ve always seen LU stuff on pinterest and elsewhere. Only recently have i actually took the time to understand the fandom and get back into LOZ stuff and i adore the characters and story! The more and more fanart, fanfics, and comics i see about the different Links the more i love them all. It’s such a pain to pick just one i like or one i don’t like because they’re all so unique. I love this fandom and hope to get more involved!! Have a wonderful rest of your day :]

Epona is an underrated queen

your mom

I really don't get why Zelda is called Artemis. Athena makes more sense???? It perplexes me

Anyone seeing this should check out Breanna’s E!Wild AU

Something something queer every Link into oblivion!

#linked universe #lu survey 2023 #lu wild #lu twilight #lu time #lu warriors #lu legend #lu wind #lu hyrule #lu four #lu sky

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Worried critters

(Sorry for the long wait and ant could color the background but eh your here for the story anywaysXD)

When morning came, in the critter’s home, where loud snores could be heard. Bobby woke up, already full of energy. She jumped softly out of her bed, as she stretched her body. She looked out the window, seeing the sun not yet out .she looked at her messy roommates still asleep. ‘Well then, time to go to work!’ She thought, as she walked out of the room, and into the kitchen,on her way to the kitchen, she saw a sleeping catnap on the couch. Seeing as he didn’t had a blanket, she went back to their bedroom and took one, slowly putting it on him and continued to go towards the kitchen.

As she looked inside the fridge and cabinets, she decided today would be some old fashion pancakes with eggs and bacons. As she took a bowl and a whisk, she begun to put the flour, butter, milk and eggs, a tablespoon of sugar, some baking powder, and a pinch of salt. As she whisked it all together, humming a tune. She begun to ready the pan and heat it up.

Getting the butter and putting it on the heated pan, as she puts batter in, setting the timer, she peaked her head outside the kitchen to see catnap still asleep.Guess all the ruckus bobby’s been making didn’t wake him. she heard her timer pinging, so She went back and flipped the pancake, seeing the pancake a golden brown shade she smiled at her work, she continued this for an hour, before she heard the door to their room opening. “Bobby? You’re up early today.” Said a yawning bubba who looked in the kitchen, seeing the large stack of pancakes. “….what the occasion today? You seem to have made more than you usually do…” bubba asked.

seeing his friend happy isn’t rare or something, but today bobby seems to be more happy than usual. “Oh, good morning bubba! How was your day yesterday?” Bobby smiled, as she asked bubba. “....Stressful, some of the colleges applications the kids wanted to go to has essays. And I also need to interview them a bit. How was your day yesterday? When we came home, you weren’t here. Dogday went to panic mode you know.” He said beside bobby as he smiled at his last sentence. “Oh, i just had a little chat with our savior…. ….Maybe not so little.. hehe.” She answered, scratching her cheek while she flipped the pancake.

Bubba then helped take the pancakes to the table when bobby finally finished the last batch. “Well, next time try to leave a note at the table so we would know. “ he said as he smiled sleepily at bobby.” I’ll wake the others up, try to wake catnap if ya can” bubba said as he went to their bedroom.

As bobby walk towards the couch and stood in front of it, who has the still sleeping catnap with eyes bags under his eyes. She crouched down and tapped his face repeatedly “ cattttttttnnnaaaaapppp, wake up sleepy headdddd” she dragged as she continued to tap his face. He grumbled as he tried to grab bobby’s hand.” Quit it…..” he quietly mumbled as he tried to go back to sleep. “ oh no you don’t! It’s morning and i made breakfast! Wake up sleepy head!" Bobby shouted in front of catnap, as she tried to force him out of bed, Which resulted with him face planted to the floor. "Bobby!" A voice from the door loudly shouted, when bobby faced them she was forced to the ground as dogday hugged her. "When i came home, you weren't here!? Which was not so you... since you're always here when we come home..... WHERE WERE YOU YESTERDAY!??!" He nuzzled bobby's neck as he whined. As bobby calmed down from the sudden hug, she wrapped her roommate in a hug.

that was until she could feel a glare from somewhere. When she looked back to catnap, she could see him still face planted to the floor, but now glaring at the two hugging each other. It was silent, except for dogday's morning affection, oblivious to the glaring cat.

Then bobby suddenly thought of something. As she nuzzled dogday too, catnap suddenly stood up going to ponce, until bobby turned dogday and softy pushed him towards catnap, who suddenly melted in dogday's hands. "Ah! Good morning catnap!" Dogday greeted loudly as his tail wagged, hugging catnap to his chest. Bobby smiled while chuckling at the jelly kitten. "Well then! Since the cat is now fully awake, we can finally start breakfast!" Bobby clapped her hands together, as the door to their room opened again." Well it seems you woke the cat up, morning dogday." Bubba said as he opened the door for the others. "Morning!" Picky suddenly said as she peaked her head out the door. When she suddenly saw the pile of pancakes she dashed to the table, already waiting for the others to sit down. "Come onnnnn im starving!!" She loudly said as the others groggily walk toward the table with them saying "morning or good morning" when everyone is now settled, while dogday dropped the still sleepy catnap on the chair. Picky suddenly begun to eat, not waiting for the others. Dogday trying to wake the cat again, since he begun to sleep in the table. And the others begun to talk about their day yesterday.

As the conversation continued, hoopy suddenly asked bobby."so, you got any plans today bobs?" At that question, the other critters looked at bobby, waiting for an answer. "Well, actually i plan to go to the flower field again... if it's fine?"

She said as the critters begun to get curious about her answer.

"Flower field..... you-you mean the nearby flower field out of the borders?!"

Crafty stuttered as she looked at her back to booby."didn't the 'munched' savior sa-'munched' ehem.. sorry, said that out of the borders without supervising is a big no no?" Picky asked gulping the food she was munching. Dogday was going to say something before he was interrupted by the purple cat he was nagging,"my god said he could allow bobby to go to the flower field as she likes, she has met an interesting person out there they said." Catnap suddenly spoke, face still on his arms. It was silent for a second, before chaos accrued.

"YOU SPOKE TO A HUMAN OUTSIDE THE BORDERS!?!!??"

Everyone, except catnap and hoppy shouted.

Bobby was suddenly bombarded with questions like…

“Who are they?!”

“How did you meet!?!”

“Are they nice!?!”

“D-do they like to painting???”

And more.

As bubba snapped out of his shocked trace he begun to stop the other critters from crowding bobby.” Ok, that’s enough questions for now! let bobby breathe!” Bubba said as the others suddenly came to their senses, and looked down to their feet in disappointment.

“Its-s fine, but it will take a long time to explain, is that ok?” Bobby asked, the others looked at each others or a while until they smiled at bobby, and in sync they said “ we have all the time to hear the full story!” As they smiled their iconic smile.

…..

In (y/n) house, where their grandmother suddenly shouted outside their door. “(Y/N)!!!ITS MORNING GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED!!" (Y/N) Grumbled as they tried to bury their face in their pillow. "5 more min.u...e.." they tried to say but has fallen asleep again. It was suddenly cut short because of their door suddenly opening. "YOUNG MAN ITS MORNING AND IM TOO OLD TO DO ALL THE HEAVY WORK!! NOW GET OUT OF BED!! " grandma shouted, which resulted with (Y/N) getting up with drool on their pillow and face.

"... and get your face washed, you look like a mess. I'll be waiting outside then... do NOT take too long!!" She said as she begun to go down stairs. (Y/N) yawn as they walk towards the their washroom, splashing their face with water, and brushing their teeth.

When they were done, they begun to speed walk down stairs, and when they went outside, they see their grandmother chopping some fire woods."took you long enough! Now get here and help me with these" she said as she gestured to the previous fire woods she had cutted. As (Y/N) begun to help their grandma bring the fire woods in their shed, their grandma suddenly asked."so who was that new friend of yours, you said yesterday?" (Y/N). Stayed quiet before they begun. "Someone i suddenly met in the flower field... it was like... friend at first sight kinda thing?" (Y/N) chucked as they looked aways when their grandma looked at them with a smirk."friends at first sight ehh," HA! oh (Y/N), you always used weird words...but.. i expected that... after all you are the grandchild of the man i adored~" grandma said smiling brightly when she saw her grandchild blushing at the compliment.'you both are truly alike' she thought as she looked at her grandchild.

As the two continued their work for an hour or so, (Y/N) looked at the day, and suddenly remembered. "Grandma, umm im going to go meet my friend at the same field again.... and um.. i might be late when i-" they were interrupted when their grandma slapped hard on their back, which made them stand straight. "HA, go and have fun!! Ahhh my grandkid is now making true friends~ what good news" at their grandma's answer, they were about to argue, but remembered how their old friends was.

At the sudden gloominess surrounding them, their grandma took their chin and made them look at her, with a warm smile she begun."I'm happy you found a truthful friend in a short time dear, and if they do become like the old ones... im always here to beat them up!" With a clutch fist and a sweet smile on her face, it both made (Y/N) laugh and scared at the same time. "Thanks grandma" they mumbled as they hugged their grandmother tightly."now go out there little shrimp!! And stop hugging me tightly!! You're straining my back already." She jokingly said as she looked at her growing grandchild.

When (Y/N) finishing packing their stuff, they waved goodbye to their grandmother as they walked towards the far away field.

Their grandmother waved until she couldn't see them anymore.

"Your grandkid is finally opening up again Alfred.... how i hope you were here to see them once more" she quietly said, beside a photo frame, as she looked at the clear sky while siting on their backyard.

"Take care (Y/N)..."

（whenever i read this it feels short, eh just me problems maybe ）

#doddle #poppy playtime #poppy playtime au #poppy playtime player #poppy playtime sweet home au #poppy playtime sh au #poppy playtime x reader #a bit of catnap x dogday? idont know man #all is platonic by the way #stories

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pastel-peach-writes · 9 months

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Caitvi x reader who's basically a dumb blonde (and very clumsy) at points but is smart in a few specific things you wouldn't expect (you choose what they are^^) they're kinda like Elle woods from legally blonde if yknow what I mean,! Thanks for doing caitvi requests they hardly exist!^^

Hi! This request is no problem and of course! I started making these caitvi posts because they barely exist and i was DYING for content. love to hear that you're enjoying them!

"How Do You Know That?" | CaitVi x Reader

╰┈➤ PLOT: Headcanons of Caitlyn and Vi with a clumsy, ditzy, yet smart in unique ways partner <3

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Cursing, Clumsy Ass Reader, A Lot Of F-Bombs(Vi), Cute Ass Reader, Sleepy Vi, Hard-Worker Caitlyn, Not Proofread, No Y/N

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

– okay, caitvi would never call you dumb. never.

– they like to think of you as, maybe a bit ditzy and a klutz. most definitely a klutz.

– you can't even make a pot of coffee without spilling the coffee ground everywhere.

– and don't get them started on how many times they found a sticky counter and had to clean it after you poured juice into a cup.

– they didn't mind your clumsiness though.

– it was cute and endearing and you were their klutz. (and the audience awhs.)

– anyways

– the only time they may get upset at your clumsiness is when you three are on stealth missions.

– for vi, it was like working with powder again.

– she had to make sure you were okay and preferred to walk behind you. however, she hated when you walked too far.

– "hey, be careful. you never know who or what's out there." "I'll literally be fine. you worry too much--" and there you go almost falling into a manhole.

– thank god for vi's fast ass reflexes.

– while it reminds vi of simpler times, (working with you on stealth missions), it reminds caitlyn of the painful days when she had to train trainees.

– most were incompetent, clumsy, and downright scaredy cats.

– no judgment to you if you're any of those things.

– it was different with you of course. but the slip-ups often reminded her of a trainee who made the same slip-up you did and suddenly she turned away trying to maintain her composure.

– anyways, your ditziness

– i personally believe everyone has their dumb blonde moments. some just have more than others.

– you have yours over the most basic things

– like almost taking a hot pan out of the oven or letting a plastic utensil sit dangerously close to an open flame.

– if caitlyn wasn't in the kitchen working, she was sure you'd burn the house down.

– another ditzy moment would be drinking a water bottle upside down, going to eat a random piece of pie because a man gave it to you, and running headfirst into a room full of mirrors.

– yeah. that shit hurt.

– adding onto your clumsiness, you'd trip and fall on your own two feet

– though your ditziness often shows in your actions and not your words, caitlyn and vi found themselves shocked on a random tuesday night at three am when you're asking them questions only a 7-year-old would think of.

"do you think dinosaurs poop? what color would it be?" you asked. you were in the middle of the bed with vi on your right and caitlyn on your left.

vi was resting on her side, seemingly knocked out cold. caitlyn was reading a book with her personal book lamp on. she made sure it was on dim so she wouldn't disrupt your sleep. you can imagine her startle when you spoke out of the blue.

"wh-what?" caitlyn stammered. she glanced over to you. maybe you were sleep-talking. sure, that's a weird ass phrase to say while asleep, but every sleep talker says dumb shit sometimes.

you glanced back at her, eyes wide open and dazzling with curiosity. "i mean, each dino species had a different diet and habitat. do you think based off their diets and habitats, their poop would smell different and have different colors?"

caitlyn couldn't even fathom an answer. her mind literally went blank. luckily for her, vi chipped in on the opposite side of the bed. her voice raspy and low. she was obviously asleep, but the quiet chatter woke her up. "babe, what the fuck are you talking about?"

"dinos!" you exclaimed. vi shushed you as she turned over to face you.

"why the fuck are we talking about dinos?" she squinted in your direction. even though caitlyn's light wasn't bright in the slightest, it was like the fucking sun compared to the darkness that was previously behind vi's eyes.

"and why do you know so much about their habitats and diets?" caitlyn chimed. she closed her book, but kept a hold of her light. she loved seeing how your eyes sparkled with wonder and how the corner of your lips upturned as you spoke about your random dinosaur inquiry.

"um, because it's common knowledge."

"no, the fuck it's not." "who said that?"

you blinked. all your life you knew just about everything about dinosaurs. you knew their DNA buildup, and bone structure, which dinos had more genetic tissue than the other. you were asking them a simple question and they didn't know?

sat up, your eyes shift between them. Vi is on the urge of falling back asleep and caitlyn is patiently waiting on the answer to her question. with a giggle, you shook your head. "you guys are so funny. anyways, i think the herbivores' poop is more green than the others because of their plant-based diet-"

"ugh, just go to sleep!" vi wrapped her arms around your waist and pulled down. with your back now on the mattress and giggles escaping from you once again, violet puts her head on your chest. "you talk too much. it's sleepy time and caitlyn, turn off that light for the love of god."

not phased by her sleepy crankiness because she's in love with her, caitlyn turned off the light with a slight chuckle. she's finally snuggled under the covers and joined the cuddle pile.

– since then, caitlyn and vi discovered you know a lot about some random shit

– (and that your interesting factoids were attractive as hell)

– the random shit includes space (most specifically black holes and speed of light), color theory, engineering but with the most unethical supplies, and murder mysteries (real and fake).

– you always surprise them with your random thoughts.

– sometimes you're trying to share knowledge and other times you're asking questions to see if they have the answer.

– no matter the question, no matter the topic, they're amazed you know all of this crap.

– this person who falls up the stairs, chokes on mouthwash, and literally wore their pants backward for a full day is asking their partners if they know about the space-time continuum.

– in vi's words, "um, what the fuck?"

– that being said, they love that big clumsy, ditzy brain of yours with random facts.

– vi call your their "fun fact calendar" because every day, you have a new fact about your selected topics.

– i've said this before and i'll say it again, they absolutely adore you and your wackiness

– it even helps when finding jinx.

– "yeah, it was easy because she used these colors, and while this means one thing in color theory, in color psychology it actually means--"

– "-- wait, wait. when did you pick up color psychology?"

– "last week! :D"

– both, in perfect unison: "you never fail to amaze me."

WC: 1,126

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littleapocalypsekitten · 7 months

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Love is Inevitable

Cross-posted to my original writeblr, Rusted Dreams Stories Posted here because I think more people see me here, but please consider giving my writeblr a follow / reblog from there. One of those "Humans are Space Orcs" "Humans are Weird" type of stories, only instead of admiring us for our physical-endurance abilities, an alien species admires our emotional resilience.

Love is Inevitable In the ages since contact had been made with the Earth and the human species, the other rational races of the Pan-Galactic Alliance had their various reasons for either abhorring or admiring them. A great many of the peoples admired Humanity for their general physical endurance – the ability to recover quickly from wounds and to withstand conditions that would kill a great many beings. However, the Mhrr’ah held them in awe for a very different kind of endurance. First contact between the two species was a bit awkward because humans could not help but compare the Mhrr’ah to a certain kind of pet animal they kept. “Kitty!” - They resembled bipedal cats save for the small horns upon their heads, longer, boxier faces and notable biological differences such as reproduction through eggs. In turn, the Mhrr’ah compared humans to the golb, a small, bald, purplish-colored animal they kept as friends, although they were arguably more pig-like or doggish. Their respective choice of pets, strangely, was what had started conversation which led to the Mhrr’ah thinking of humans as particularly tough. The Mhrr’ah were rather appalled that humans kept companion animals that did not match their own lifespans. They were even more confounded by the ability of human beings to pick up and keep working and living after the loss of kin. The Mhrr’ah were highly emotional beings. As soon as they had grown, they tended to part ways with their parents, but stayed in touch with their clutch-mates. They formed attachments with mates and friends of similar health-status and age (and they did live long, by the human reckoning) so as to maximize the likelihood of a life together. Most forms of conflict on their planet were a distant memory of ancestral forms because of this peculiar type of empathy. If one Mhrr’ah in a friend or family group died, the rest of their strong attachments was sure to follow. It was almost unheard of for one to lose a life-mate and not to have their own body shut down in pure despair within months of the event. Conversations with humans brought up widows, those who had lost brothers, best friends, parents and animal companions time and again. Humans spoke to them of Stages of Grief and of the ways they’d sought out each other to support themselves through it. They spoke of ghost stories and mythical lands of the dead where some hoped to be reunited someday with those they’d loved. The Mhrr’ah, who did not understand how one could fall, but not the others in one’s chosen circle would bow their heads in salute to the resilient human explorers and tradesmen they’d met if they ever had a sad story. And that is to say nothing of other tales the humans told them – the loss of homes, the loss of friends though things other than death, various mental breakdowns that they could recover from. This, to them, was far more impressive than any physical endurance that humans ever had. The Mhrr’ah were a people who were careful to keep to small circles and careful to keep themselves safe. They tried to distance themselves from forming friendships with humans even as they’d formed partnerships of mutual benefit simply because they knew that humans felt strong emotions, too, but were shorter lived than they were. A human might keep a Mhrr’ah in their memory if they’d loved and lost a friend, but a Mhrr’ah would not be capable of it for long. In the end, they’d even formed attachments with pets knowing that they would outlive them by many spans. When asked, the humans said something that resonated with all Mhrr’ah. “We really can’t help it. Love is inevitable.”

#hfy #humans are space orcs #humans are weird #humans are amazing #science fiction #short stories #short story #original short story #cat-people #cross-posted #fiction

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rusteddreamsstories · 7 months

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Love is Inevitable

A "Humanity Fuck Yeah!" "Humans are Space Orcs" type of story, except that instead of an alien species admiring us for our ability to endure physical hardships, they admire us for our ability to endure grief.

#hfy #humans are space orcs #humans are weird #science fiction #short stories #short story #cat-people #humans are amazing #fiction

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Baring Teeth {Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader} - Ch. 12

Edit of Eddie: pitifulbaby

Chapters: Masterlist (Go here to see list of chapters, plotline and general warnings.)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Tropes: Enemies to Lovers, Non-Traditional Omegaverse, Slow burn, Modern!AU, Mechanic!Eddie

⚠️This chapter contains: Angst, billy x reader, nervousness, eddie crying

wc: 7.6k

A/N: Sorry for taking so long! and oof... next chapter is where everything goes coo coo

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CHAPTER 12

It started out of a pure mistake.

Your phone dinged with a notification from Instagram, a direct message from… You looked at the screen with an eyebrow raised up in confusion as you saw Eddie’s username and then ‘sent a video’. You haven’t talked privately with him since Jonathan's. Why would he send you a video? You put down your glass of wine on the counter and opened the message to see he sent you a meme.

You snorted loudly when it was a compilation of screaming cats with screamo voices from metal bands. At the third cat you threw your head back in laughter and then another ding caught your attention, getting out of the video with a smile on your face, small giggles escaping you as you kept remembering the screams.

“I DIDN’T MEAN TO SEND IT TO YOU”

That explains a lot. You snorted again as you double tapped the video to give it a like, to then reply back to him.

“I laughed so I forgive you 😆”

“Oh, so does it mean we have the same sense of humor Peach?”

“Don’t get your hopes up Munson.”

But the asshole was right, and the memes he sent to you made you laugh each time, and it came very apparent that you two did share the same sense of humor. You sent a few memes back to him, and then it was a back and forth thing, just memes being exchanged.

So now, you were giggling after a full week of just sharing videos with Eddie as you stirred the onions on your pan to start preparing lunch. You had the wooden spoon on one hand, and the other was holding your phone as you looked at the new video Eddie sent you with the words ‘This was us.’ And it was a video of two corgis just barking at one another aggressively and non stop, one on the couch, the other on the floor.

Spot on.

“What are you laughing about?” You heard Billy ask as he walks into the room with just a pair of sweatpants on, drying his hair with the towel, shaking it all over his curls. You turned your head as you kept giggling, showing the video to him.

“My friend sent me a funny video.” You say and the word friend sounds quite too much for someone like Eddie Munson, but it would be difficult to explain the relationship to Billy. Your boyfriend leans to see what you were showing to him only for him to tilt his head in confusion and then back at you.

“Why are they being that aggressive with each other?” Right, he doesn’t know the context of why you were laughing, so you put the phone away as you shook your head.

“It’s just funny to me.” You reply to him and in all honesty, Billy and you didn’t share the same sense of humor. He liked… dark humor. You weren’t going to deny that one joke here and there made you giggle or snort, but he liked heavy dark humor, and about topics that didn’t make you that comfortable, mostly about ho–

“Oh, you’re making pasta baby?” He asks with a smile to his face as his arms wrap around your waist from behind and you feel like melting under his touch, a smile spreading on your lips.

“Yes I am.” You say proudly to him, and he nods as he puts his chin on your right shoulder as you keep steering the onions on the pan, waiting for them to turn into a golden color.

“My friends loved you by the way.” Your breathing hitched slightly at that. You met his friends yesterday at one of their luxurious apartments, and it was just a few people, not that many, and you were happy to see Billy expressing himself with his friends and to see him in that new light. You were sort of relieved you had caused an impression on them…

Even if they didn’t cause one on you.

Billy’s friends were really narcissistic. Everytime you said something about your job, they always repeated the same thing: ‘You wouldn’t have it if we didn’t model’.

You wanted to rip Tommy Hagan’s head off.

Then Heather Holloway kept pestering you about getting her a column in your magazine so she could get more deals with important brands and the worst part is that Billy didn’t acknowledge any of it. He didn’t see the problem of what his friends were saying to you, nor what they were asking for.

So you didn’t tell Billy how uncomfortable you were at that place, not that he actually asked you what you thought about his friends. It’s okay, your opinion didn’t matter really, they were his friends and he wasn’t going to change them for you. You didn’t want him to do that of course, and you wouldn’t ask for that in a million years because you just weren’t like that at all.

“Really? I’m glad.” You say with almost a bitter tone, hoping he wouldn’t catch it, but of course, you were wrong.

“You didn’t like my friends?” He asks you as he lifts his head from your shoulder and you sigh, shaking your head.

“It’s not that, I just now met them. Can’t really say I like them or dislike them.” You say to him without taking your eyes off the pan in front of you. You didn’t want to start an argument right now, and much less today when it was Billy’s turn to meet your friends.

“Hmm…” He replies back and you clench your eyes knowing that he was already mad. This is another side Billy has. Whenever he is mad he simply shuts off and he is the one that decides when the argument or fight is over.

“I told you yesterday that some comments made me uncomfortable. I don’t share their same humor, so it’s just a matter of getting used to it.” You cringe at your words because it was the last thing you wanted to do, but you needed Billy to be in a good mood today. You wanted him to be in a good mood. You heard him sigh as he pressed his chin against your shoulder again, making you sigh out of relief.

“Yeah, I know… They are a lot to take sometimes.” He chuckles at his words and you melt at his voice. You wiggle in his arms as you laugh from how his stubble is tickling the bare skin of your shoulder.

“C’mon, get me the tomato sauce and put water in a pot.” He laughs at you and lets go of your waist to follow your instructions but then you jump up with a gasp as a loud smack could be heard across the room.

“Don’t order me.” He says to you in a hungry tone as he rubs your right ass cheek before walking towards the cupboards. You shake your head at him as you hear another ding of your phone going off.

It must be another cat meme.

You were nervous.

Scratch that. Really nervous.

You didn’t know where else to clean to calm your nerves. These were your friends, they don’t care at all how everything looks, but you were just fidgety. What if Billy doesn’t like them? What if they don’t like Billy? What if there is an uncomfortable moment at one point? What if your friends don’t include him in conversations, or what if Billy starts a topic no one is interested in and–

“You okay?” Your boyfriend asks as he walks into the living room with a nice black flannel, his hair tied up into a small bun, freshly shaved but keeping his distinctive mustache on, and you were hit by his fragrance which already made you melt away in the matter of seconds. You walked towards him and wrapped your arms around his neck to then dive your nose in the crook of your neck, making him chuckle as he held you close. “Needy?”

“Very much.” You pulled away to look at him. His blue eyes locked with your with a warm smile on his lips, and put a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Now, why were you pacing around the room like a crazy person?” He asks you and you cannot help but bite your lip in embarrassment, sighing at your mind for being the bitch it was being right now.

“I just– I want you to like them and I want them to like you too, and, you’re the first boyfriend I introduce to them and I–” He cut off your rambling by placing a small peck on your lips and pulling away with a grin on his lips.

“Everything is going to be fine.” You take a deep breath at his words and you nod slowly at his reassurance. He takes a moment to look all over at you, a smirk appearing on his lips. “Though… I mean, we can always postpone…”

You rolled your eyes at him, giggling at his idea as you shoved him lightly by his shoulder. You were wearing a nice simple short black dress, thin straps over your shoulders and some low heels. It was a little formal for your friends, sure, but you felt like being an extravagant host today. You shake your head at your boyfriend who was still smirking at you with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“No, they should be here at any–” The doorbell rings and you raise your eyebrows up in surprise, looking at the door and then back at Billy. “Minute.”

“Spooky.” Billy says with a roll of his eyes and you squint at him as you take a deep breath to walk towards the door. This is it. This is another barrier you will break with Billy. Another step that solidifies your relationship even more than before. Your hand grips the handle of the door and finally opens it to reveal five people smiling at you with drinks in their hands.

“Wassup amiga?” Argyle is the first one to greet you and you giggle at his excitement. You move aside to let everyone in, and you frown when you see Steve, Jonathan, Nancy, Robin… No sign of Eddie.

It’s not like you invited everyone personally, one by one. You just sent an invitation to the chat group you're all in and he didn’t say either yes or no, but somehow you were expecting him to be here tonight. You closed the door once Robin finally walked in as she wiggled her eyebrows at you. You turned to find everyone introducing themselves to your boyfriend with big smiles on their faces. You sighed with relief as you walked over to them and stood next to Billy.

“So, Billy, are you taking care of our girl?” Steve asks and you send him a murderous stare. Out of them all, the one you were scared the most of making things awkward was Steve, and here he was, not even ten minutes in your home and he was already making stupid questions. Billy frowned as his cheerful face fell for a second to a more somber one.

“I am.” You frowned a bit at the change of Billy’s tone and Steve noticed it too, making him start to open his mouth again, only for Jonathan to interrupt him.

“Baby, don’t strangle the guy with questions already.” Billy’s ears perked up at Jonathan’s voice and looked in between him and Steve.

“Baby?” He asks and you jump up in realization, making Billy look at you in confusion.

“Right, Jonathan and Steve are going out with each other and…” You look at Robin, raising an eyebrow up in question, and she just looks at Nancy and wraps an arm around her shoulders, making the curly headed girl blush an intense red.

“And we are in the works of it!” Robin cheerfully says and you giggle at how Nancy acts around Robin. She is usually cool and even when she dated Jonathan in the past she always looked like she was the calm one while Jonathan always blushed in embarrassment.

“Well, Robin and Nancy are in the works of going out.” You giggle and look back at Billy and your face fell as he looked at your four friends who were in their own world as they talked to each other with smiles on their faces.

There wasn’t a smile on your boyfriend’s face.

“I am a lone wolf.” Argyle was standing next to Billy with two beers in his hands and your boyfriend looked at the long haired man and then down at one of the drinks. He took a bottle and immediately took a long sip of it, making you frown with worry. Was he upset you didn’t tell him before about the relationships in your group? Maybe if he’d known he could have started some type of conversation first?

You ordered some pizza for everyone, except Billy who had prepared some salad for himself that afternoon. He didn’t want to eat flour two times in the same day. You understood that because he is a model after all, and he often does it when he is with you. You would eat a burger while he ate grilled chicken and veggies. Or you would eat fried chicken while he ate an omelet and a salad.

“Don’t you want a slice?” Robin asks him again, just to make sure and Billy could only give her a small smile as he shook his head.

“No, I’m good.”

“You can tell me to fuck off if you want, but don’t you have cheat days? Or–” Robin continues and you want her to shut up, you really did. At this point Billy hadn’t talked that much and just let everyone be and often listened to some conversations, so you just assumed he was mad at something that happened, or something you did.

“I don’t forbid myself from eating… It’s just that today we ate pasta for lunch, so that would already be my cheat meal of the day.” You didn’t want to think badly of your boyfriend, but the way he responded to your friend, almost annoyingly, had your skin crawling for some reason. Robin seemed to get the picture and gave you just one glance before going back to the pizza.

Your nerves start setting in as you realize that… your friends do not like Billy, not asking him any more questions or even including him in conversations… but your boyfriend doesn’t like your friends either, messing with his phone as you all shared stories about one another and he didn’t even ask questions about their jobs or how they all met each other, or anything to get to know them.

You clenched your jaw and you excused yourself as you stood up and walked towards your coffee table to retrieve your cigarettes and lighter and go into your balcony, shutting the blind behind you. You didn’t know when the night went so wrong, you couldn’t pinpoint it, but the anger against Billy was slowly rising each second it passed. You didn’t like his friends at all, but still made small talk with each of them even if you cared shit about their life. You made the effort and he isn’t even trying.

You lit a cigarette and took a long swig of it as you took your phone out of your dress pocket. You looked behind you to see Billy talking to Argyle, and it seems he is the only one that actually got a conversation out of your boyfriend. You shook your head and looked down at your phone again, and you sucked in your cheek as you went to Eddie’s direct messages with you.

YOU: Why didn’t you come?

You send the message as you blow the smoke out of your lungs. You look out into the city with a frown on your face, still trying to think of why everything went to shit. Your phone dinged after a minute and you looked at the screen to see Eddie messaging back.

EDDIE: Maybe you didn’t stroke it well.

You snorted at the answer and almost choked on the smoke. You shook your head at how immature he was and typed back to him.

YOU: What are you, ten?

EDDIE: Inches? Not even close.

“Oh for fuck sake.” You say out loud this time with a suppressed laughter. The fact that he was replying fast meant that he really wasn’t doing anything else, so the question popped up again and you typed it out to him.

YOU: Why didn’t you come to my house?

EDDIE: Didn’t think you’d want me there.

You frowned at the answer until you remembered that you and Eddie only bonded a week ago after a year of going at each other's throats. And the fact that you only bonded through memes made the friendship even thinner. You licked your lips as you took another swig of your cigarette and you sighed as you typed your answer.

YOU: Well, glad you didn’t, it’s a shit show.

EDDIE: What do you mean?

YOU: They don’t like him, he doesn’t like them.

You were becoming teary eyed each word you typed out and you took a deep breath in to keep the tears in, and another drag of the cigarette went into your lungs.

EDDIE: Seriously?

YOU: Yep. I don’t know why, but fuck, I hate that he is not doing the same thing I did for him.

EDDIE: Explain?

YOU: His friends suck Eddie. They are fucking stupid, and the most insufferable people ever, but I at least made conversation with them, not show my distaste in their faces.

It felt good to let all of that anger out, even if it were to Eddie, but somehow it felt right. You turned to see what was going on inside, and you could see Billy talking with Jonathan now. You could only guess that Jonathan was doing his best to include Billy into the group, but from your boyfriend’s face you could see that it wasn’t working.

EDDIE: Sorry sweetheart, but your boyfriend sounds like a dick.

YOU: He isn’t. I don’t know why he is acting this way.

EDDIE: Maybe talk to him afterwards? See what his problem was or is?

You sigh at his response and you were already planning on doing that, but you would have to wait until everyone is out of your home to do so and your anxiety was eating at you to know what was going on in your boyfriend’s head.

YOU: Was planning on doing that. I know the rest don't like him because he is being unlikable right now.

EDDIE: Damn, if I were there I would make his night a living hell, just talk his ear non stop. 😝

You snorted at that knowing Eddie would definitely bug the shit out of Billy if he were here. You sighed, wishing that Eddie had actually come and were doing exactly that and maybe, just maybe, the tension wouldn’t be as thick as it is now.

YOU: Sorry for ranting out to you.

You bit your lip at your message. You really didn’t expect to go into Eddie’s messages to actually talk to him about your feelings right now, but for some reason you felt he was the one you had to talk to at the moment, someone who wasn’t in the scene that was happening inside your home.

EDDIE: It’s alright, I don't mind it.

You took the last puff out of your cigarette as you put it out in an ashtray that was on the little table in your balcony. You gulped as you looked at your screen, fingers hovering over the letters. Would it be too much? Would it be too forward? Well, he was the one that followed you first last time, so might as well have the same amount of balls that he had.

YOU: Okay, but I prefer phone messaging rather than instagram DMs.

EDDIE: Is this your way of asking for my number?

YOU: Is it working? 👀

You wondered what Eddie’s face was behind his screen, your heart racing a little in nervousness, feeling as if you were overstepping this new relationship you two had, but the message you received made you smile again.

EDDIE: Surprisingly, yeah

You were washing the last bit of dishes as you heard Billy tidying up the room, putting the chairs back in place as well as the couch and throwing away the pizza boxes. He hasn’t talked to you since everyone left ten minutes ago. You put the last glass on the drying mat and then dried your hands with a kitchen towel. You turned around to see Billy turning off the TV and you crossed your arms over your chest.

“What happened?” You asked him and he looked at you with that same blank look he had all night.

“What do you mean?”

“You… You didn’t even try to socialize with my friends, and whenever they did try to talk to you, you replied in the most… disgusting of ways.” You replied to him and he sighed, shaking his head at you.

“I didn’t sound like that.” And you rolled your eyes at him, which made him frown at you.

“It did. You acted like a jerk all night! I didn’t like your friends either, but I at least tried to get to know them!” He scoffed at your response and paced around the living room as he kept shaking his head.

“So? We have different ways of acting towards people we don’t like.” What?

“You disliked them from the first moment you saw them! I at least got to know them first! How do you dislike someone without knowing about them?” You knew your voice was elevating itself, gradually, and Billy wasn’t talking in his same low tone either.

“Oh for the love of– I don’t care what you did with my friends. I don’t have to act the same way you do.” This was the first ever big fight you had with Billy, and you weren’t liking where it was going at all. Your heart was breaking slowly as you stared at him.

“Then… If I don’t like your friends, but I do try to keep it civil… And you don’t like mine but you don’t even put a single ounce of effort… Then what’s the point Billy?”

At that, Billy finally stopped his pacing and turned to face you. He inspects your face and his shoulders relax when he sees a tear rolling down your face and his heart was about to jump out of his throat. He didn’t want to lose you, not because of this. He sighed and started to slowly walk towards you.

“You’re right. I should have… tried a little harder.” He almost winced at his words, but he really didn’t want to leave you because you were the best thing that has happened to him in a while, and if he had to make a small sacrifice to keep you, then he would. “I just, didn’t feel connected to them so I–”

“It’s no excuse… I didn’t feel connected with your friends either, but you didn’t see me grimacing at every single thing they said!” You yell out and he clenched his eyes in frustration, giving a nod towards you and you felt your heart racing and something deep in your gut was telling you something was wrong. Something isn't adding up but you couldn’t pinpoint what it was.

“You’re right, you’re right, you’re right… I promise I will make the effort next time…” He tries to tell you and you are listening to him but the tears were filling your eyes as you remembered how badly he treated your friends. You cover your face with your hands, and all you could think about was that it felt too good to be true. Billy was too good to be true. Something had to happen for this happiness to shatter into pieces sooner or later.

He came rushing to your side, getting hold of your cheeks into his hands, trying to lift your head up in order to look at your teary eyes, his heart breaking a little bit more because he was the reason for them. He sighed and pulled you into a tight hug, kissing the top of your head.

“B-Billy…”

“I promise, I will do better… I don’t want to see you get hurt, so I will get my stupid personality a kick in the ass for you.” You couldn’t help but giggle into his chest as he talked, a smile breaking on his lips at the sound. He pulled away from the hug but kept you close with his arms still around you. “Seriously though… I’m sorry, and I will apologize to your friends as well.”

“Oh…” Your heart melted at that. You didn’t really expect him to apologize to your friends, but here he was, offering it completely. You smiled up at him and got on the tip of your toes to land a soft kiss on his lips, in which he smiled into. “I would like that… Thank you…”

“Anything for you sweetness… Anything.”

And he really meant anything.

The next time he met your friends he apologized to every single one of them, telling them he didn’t have a good day, which was a lie, but he just didn’t want to upset them. Argyle immediately wrapped an arm around Billy to cheer with him as he started telling him about everyone and how they met.

You were really grateful to have Argyle in your group.

You knew he didn’t like Billy either even though he was the most talkative with him, but it didn’t mean he was pleased with the way he treated your friends and how he treated you. Argyle now was the one that is trying to mend the group back like a bandaid, and it is slowly working as Billy listens intently to each of your friends. He was surprised to know that Jonathan had dated Nancy before Steve, and now Nancy is dating, or going out, with Robin.

He also found out that there is a missing friend in the group. A friend you’ve been talking to for the past week through messages.

After the successful night with Billy and your friends, you were headed towards the mall to actually get some new foundation and maybe a new mascara as well. But of course, everything couldn’t go to plan because your lovely car had started making a really weird noise. You were afraid of driving any further and you wanted to at least leave the car at a mechanic’s so that you wouldn’t have to wait for a tow.

You bit the inside of your cheek and you shrieked when smoke started coming out from the side of the front of your car. Your eyes widened when you spotted a mechanic’s shop in the corner of the street and you were begging your car wouldn’t explode as you rode it towards the entrance of the shop. When you killed the engine, the car made a ‘poof’ sound and you got out of it to go to the front.

You winced when you still saw some smoke going up and you knew you would burn your hand if you pulled the hood up without a glove. You turned and saw the Shop’s name, making you scoff at your luck.

‘Munson’s.’

“Just my luck.” You say and you walk over to the door and stare at the doorbell but then you see the garage’s door slightly open and you look around to check if there was anybody outside. You slowly walked over to it and pulled the door open, stepping inside the modest shop. There were car parts hanging on the sides, a car in the middle with the hole at the bottom to fix it, cranes.

You made an approval nod to all of it as you scanned the room, actually impressed by Eddie’s shop. You didn’t think it was like this at all. You believed it was a shop in the middle of the dirt with the walls made of cheap steel and wood. But you were met with concrete, cement floors, the appropriate emergency fire extinguishers and the exit signs beaming in red.

“Hello?” You muttered, but heard no response at all. If the door was open, someone must be in here, right? You stop in your tracks. What if there was a robber? What if you just walked into a burglar breaking in? Oh, fuck, shit! You turn on your heel to make a run for it only for a deep voice to stop you.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

Your eyes widen, stopping you completely from bolting away and you turn around to find Eddie, leaning against the doorway of an office, arms crossed and… his eyes are red. Glossy even. Had he been crying? Did something happen to him?

“I uh– My car… It just… poof?” You were at a loss of words, completely. He blinked at you a few times, shaking his head in confusion.

“Poof?”

“Poof.” He stands there, mouth agape as he stares at you. Were you serious right now?

“Okay, rewind a bit with me–”

“Have you been crying?” You ask out of nowhere and he stills again. He licks his lip as he looks away, clearing his throat.

“Is your car outside?” His low voice made you take a step back and realize the boundaries you still had with one another. You look down at the floor in shame, your stomach turning a bit.

“Y-Yeah… I managed to drive it here… Smoke came out.” You say in a small voice and Eddie looked at you again, sighing and heading over to his table to put on some gloves. He then grabbed a tool box and walked out of the garage, you following right behind him. You didn’t know how to interact with Eddie in person. It was different from talking on DMs or text messages, and him giving you a cold shoulder was not helping your nerves.

He popped the hood of your car and he coughed as black smoke came out, fanning all around and you stepped back, covering your face with your arm in order to not inhale any of that smoke. Just what the fuck happened to your car?

“I realize now what you meant by ‘Poof’.” He says with a chuckle and a cough, and you almost sigh of relief as he breaks the ice for the both of you. You walk over to him, still covering your mouth and nose with your hand.

“Yeah, it was making a weird sound and it suddenly, literally, did Poof and then it exploded as I put the brake here.” You try to explain the best you can but you’ve never seen anything like this happen to your car before. He tilts his head and leans forward to check on something.

“Who put in this battery for you?”

“Uh– I think Rick’s–”

“It’s a rigged battery.” Your mouth falls open as you look down at it and back at Eddie.

“What do you mean?”

“He sold you, what he claimed to be, a brand new battery from a known supplier most likely… This is just… a cheap off brand battery.” He finishes and you stand there shocked, looking at him. You were scammed!? What the actual hell!? Fury engulfs you as you curse at the sky.

“Jesus fucking christ!” At your curse, Eddie chuckles and you couldn’t help but sigh. You hadn’t slept that well and now you couldn’t get the foundation you needed at all and the beers you were going to drink to relax at home by yourself.

“I just know Rick. He rips people off.”

“This was the last thing I needed today.” You scratch your forehead in frustration as you look at your car. “Did it break anything else?” Eddie leans forward and puts his hand in to start checking the rest of your car carefully, and he hums in approval.

“No, thankfully. Just the battery exploding, but the cables might be busted as well.” You groan to the sky and you lean back onto the wall of his shop while looking at your busted car. You cursed at nothing because your pay might have to go all the way into the car now, fucking amazing.

“Great… I just wanted to go get some foundation, maybe a purse, go home, have some wine and relax in my solitude and now.” You finish by banging the back of your head on the wall in complete defeat. Eddie took off his gloves, inspecting you, and then sighed.

“I may not have wine, but I do have some beers inside.” Your eyes almost widened. This would be your first private gathering thing with Eddie. Alone. Just like you sometimes do with Steve, or with Robin. But you were tired, not wanting to overthink it, so you simply nodded at him. He guided you both back into the shop and then into his kitchen area for him and his workers. You looked at the nice fridge, the microwave, the coffee pot, the utensils… Eddie had everything for his colleagues.

“Wow… I didn’t think it would look like this.” You see Eddie opening the fridge with a frown to his face as he takes two beers out, closing the door and looking at you.

“I take offense to that. Did you think my shop was trash or something?” He asks and you shrug, taking the beer out of his hand and you couldn’t help but smirk at him.

“Maybe.” He only shook his head at you, opening his can and taking a sip out of it. He walks out of the kitchen area and then heads up on some stairs you didn’t see before. You frown in confusion until you reach another door on the second floor, and he opens it up to reveal his office, where all the archives of his clients are, a desk in the middle, computer atop of it, and it was all decorated with posters and car parts. “Holy fuck…”

Eddie looked at you and he almost spat his beer as he saw the amazed yet confused expression on your face. You really thought his shop was just a garage with some tools. He also thought it was like that, until inspections came up and he had to start upgrading everything with a kitchen, emergency exits, fire extinguishers, first aid kid, and even having CPR lessons for him and his workers.

“I take that, once more, as an offense.” He walks over towards his desk, grabbing onto his chair and pulling it at front with the other one he has. You were still amazed, looking around as you slowly sat down on the chair, absentmindedly taking another sip of your beer. He scoffed at your reaction and sat down in front of you with a huff.

“Well, this is a… huge surprise to me.” Your eyes go back to look at him and he shakes his head as he takes another sip of his drink.

“Took a while, but I got it right.” You nodded in acknowledgment and looked down at your hands as you kept drinking your beer. Eddie could see there was something in your mind, he could sense it even. “What’s on your mind?”

“I just– You didn’t come last night either.” You looked up at him, and he was frowning at you in doubt.

“I… something came up.” He softly says and you noticed the twitch of his eyebrows and he hid it by taking a long sip of his beer. What was going on in his head?

“Well… Yesterday went smoother… Billy talked with everyone, gladly…” You inform him in a cheery tone and his eyes meet yours, a small tug of his lips on the side.

“Told you he would make things right.”

After that night where you DM’d Eddie about the situation with your group and your boyfriend, your conversations escalated to private messages. You were looking for advice on how to make the night go smoother, and how could you know if Billy actually liked your friends or was faking it.

He explained to you that no man would fake something like that. If his dislike is apparent, he would have made it known by now since he got to know them a second time. Billy got to his senses of his bad behavior and he redeemed himself and asked for forgiveness to your friends instead of you, and that says a lot.

“Yeah… I just hope that it’s real.” Eddie can still sense the doubt in yourself, in your boyfriend. He doesn’t have any advice for that, other than she should just trust Billy.

“I bet it is, but you can’t expect them to become besties who talk about their dicks in just one night.” Your eyes widen at that and you look at him who had a smirk on his face, waiting for your response.

“I bet you would make it your job to make him uncomfortable if you ask something like that.” You giggle at him and he chuckles, giving you a nod. This interaction didn’t feel strange at all. It felt natural, funny, as if you were talking to a long lost friend that you never lost the trust in.

“Of course! That’s why I can’t wait to meet him next time we all get together.” Your excitement grew at that. He was formally accepting the next invitation you give him to meet your boyfriend. You smiled at him and took a sip of your beer. His eyes locked with yours for a second and he shifted in his seat as he took another sip himself. Your smile faded and you inspected his face as he looked at the top of his can. Your curiosity was winning the best part of you, and you bit your lip, hoping that you wouldn’t go over the line.

“Why were you crying?”

Eddie’s breathing stopped at your words. For some unknown reason, he felt his chest start to put pressure on his lungs, his throat closing in as his guts turned with anxiety. He gulped the lump in his throat but he could already feel his eyes burning. Why were his walls crumbling so easily with you? It shouldn’t be this easy. It shouldn’t happen this quickly, not after the whole year of despising each other's guts thing.

“I don’t…” And you realize that you may have stepped on a line that you don’t have the right to, at least not yet. This is a territory maybe Steve can go into, but not you.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t ask something like that–”

“It’s my Uncle.”

You freeze at that and you keep your eyes on his face as he keeps looking at the top of his opened hand. His uncle… it couldn’t be… He talked about his uncle two weeks ago, how could it be possible?

“What… happened?” You were afraid of asking, really afraid, but you didn’t want to assume the worst.

“He had a stroke yesterday. That’s why I couldn’t go to Robin’s.” He finishes saying and you can see him clutching onto his can. Your heart beats in pain for him, not knowing you feel this way with him, but maybe you two were meant to have this friendship all along, and that’s why it’s natural, that’s why you felt his pain, and his sorrow at this very moment.

“Eddie… I’m so sorry…” You raised a trembling hand up towards his which was resting on top of the desk that was next to you both. He flinched slightly at your touch and you almost drew back from him, but you were surprised when he gently got hold of your fingers with his.

A year ago you would have never guessed this is where you would be standing with Eddie Munson today. Never imagined you would be holding his hand, tenderly, in order to console him as you see his eyes fill with tears, threatening to spill out.

“He is fine… I just had to drive to Hawkins to sign some papers… But…” He winced at how weak he is feeling. He didn’t intend to break down in front of you, hell, he never intended for it to happen ever in this lifetime. He feels your fingers holding his even tighter, and the first tear slips out of his eye. “God, I am just… not ready to face it all alone.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You always saw Eddie as this strong, big and intimidating man… but now you realize he is the same as everyone else. He can cry, he can be afraid, he can do good, as well as bad… Your heart sank at his words, and you shook your head at him.

“No… No, you aren’t alone.” You try to talk to him but he simply shook his head and his eyes locked with yours. Brown eyes, filled with water, showing you a pool of sadness behind them.

“He is the only family I have… There’s no one else.” He saw how your eyes became watery as well, and he sighed as he tried to swallow another hard lump down his throat. You exhaled a shaky breath, putting your can on top of the desk so you could grab his free hand with both hands in order for him to pay attention to you.

“You are not alone… You have more family. Steve, Nancy, Robin, Jonathan and Argyle…” You didn’t dare to say your name. You don't really think that you deserve to be in that spectrum of Eddie’s life, even if he is telling you about it. “And they are all going to be there for you, no matter what.”

Eddie kept looking at you, frowning in his eyebrows, and your eyes were still locked with his. He felt fire in his hand at your hold, but it was something warm, something inviting. He felt safe with you. That’s why he could be vulnerable right now, that’s why he would let the walls fall down. He didn’t care anymore that they did, and he wasn’t going to question it either.

“You know what Wayne asked me when he could talk to me again?” He suddenly says and you tilt your head.

“What?”

“That I put my shirt on backwards.” Your eyes widened at him and he suddenly snorted, wiping his tears away. “I was in such a hurry that I put my shirt on backwards. I didn’t even put socks on and I mismatched my shoes as well.”

You couldn’t help but let out a snort of your own at the image that came to your head. He started laughing alongside you, feeling his chest slowly decompress from the anxiety and pain he was feeling from yesterday, remembering that small moment with his uncle, that even in his worst state, he still manages to rile Eddie up in some way to show him that he is still kicking.

“Well, he does seem like he still has many other things to say to you.” You smile up at him and he just stares at you in amazement. Is this what platonic soulmates were like? Like Robin and Steve? He stared a bit at your face and then down at his hand which was still being held by yours. You followed his gaze and a deep blush spread on your cheeks as you pulled away and got hold of your beer can again.

“Um…” He cleared his throat. “I have batteries here, and the cables. I can probably have it fixed by tomorrow.”

“Huh?”

“Your car that went poof.” He chuckles at the word and you bite your bottom lip to hold in a smile.

“Thank you. You don’t have to do that on a weekend, really.”

“I just guessed you needed it for work on monday.” Your heart definitely thumped at that. You looked up into his eyes and he was gazing at you with a look you couldn’t quite describe, but it wasn’t uninviting, or evil at all. It was kind and understanding.

“I– Yeah… thank you.” You reply to him and he gives you a nod, taking a long sip of his beer can and putting it on the desk.

“I’ll tell you how much it is later. I’ll text you, alright?” You quickly nod at him, finishing your own beer and placing it next to his can on the desk. You stand up from the chair and he does the same but gets hold of your shoulder to stop you from walking.

“Huh–”

“You didn’t say your name.” You blinked at his words in complete confusion. He sighed at you and continued. “When you mentioned everyone else, you didn’t include yourself.”

Oh…

“W-Well… I didn’t think it was my place yet… to include myself in there.” You humbly say to him and he understands your doubts but–

“Well, we’re friends now… right?” Your heart stopped at that and an immense happiness rushed through your body. You didn’t think you would be this delighted to be his friend, but here you are, almost jumping up and down at the new category you have in his life.

“Yeah…” He just kept looking down at you, a soft smile on his face and you felt your knees buckling a little bit at his brown eyes. You cleared your throat and decided to change the mood. “Do friends get discounts?” You wiggle your eyebrows at him and he chuckles, pushing you away by the shoulder he was holding.

“So you’re becoming my friend to get benefits from me?”

“And beer, don’t forget the beer.”

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Chapter 4 Self Love

A shout out to @cody-the-cat enjoy seeing the idea come to life! All art is by @alianarepasa do not repost! A Four Chapter special as thank you for all the support you guys have given me!

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Summary: SMG3 just wanted to make himself a nice cup of coffee before the work day began, but when he takes a sip from his freshly brewed coffee and passes out he will wake up to a huge surprise. Three other versions of himself now run wild in the mushroom kingdom and he has to stop them before the world learns all his secrets.

Tags: Love Confessions, Enemies to friends to lovers, Romantic comedy, fluff and angst

SMG4 and three awkwardly sit on the bed watching memes, four would look up at three then back at his phone. They confess their feelings then hug. Now they both have no idea what's next, annoyed by the silence Three speaks up “So are we going to date or what?” Four’s face goes crimson red from the sudden question and pauses the video. He spent so long fearing what SMG3 was plotting to ruin his channel, thinking how this man would try to kill him that now that they were friends he never focused on how much changed. To think a bet being forced to wear pink pulled something in him, he wanted to be SMG3 Prince, a kind of knight in shining armor just to see the smirk back on his face. He takes Threes hand and smiles “Yeah, we are dating, guess i'm your boyfriend now…heh how weird is it to say that!”

SMG3 rolled his eyes at his boyfriend's giggle “Let's get things straight, just cause we are dating doesn't mean you get special treatment you hear?!” Four smirks leaning close to Three making the man blush as his eyes drop quickly to his lips then back at his eyes “Sure whatever you say~” The two men enjoyed each other's company while the others were sitting in the cafe silent, the air was thick among them. Heart’s eyes flickered from dark blue to his natural color before getting up “I'm going to cook us dinner! Come on, Book help me out if I ask Spade he might try to eat the pot again!” Spade rolled his eyes glaring at Heart “Shut it Pinky it's not my fault he has cafe pans that are shaped like donuts!” Book gets up chuckling as the pair start messing around in the kitchen. Spade pouts, seeing the two giggling and grabbing what they need to cook, with a sigh he takes the elevator down where he sees Eggdog. He was thankful he was able to send the pup home before things got close in that fight earlier. He didn't get why the other two didn't want him to be a part of their cooking venture, not like he was upset by it. He lets out a sigh as Eggdog snuggled up to him, he smiles softly at the pup then gives him a smooch on the head “Sorry bud didn't mean to get you worried, it’s just frustrating feeling all these emotions from the original…AH! Not because I love SMG4 or anything Eggdog. I'm not jealous that I never got to meet him.” Spade facepalms wondering what the hell was wrong with him.

He hears a ding and sees Heart walking up to him, he gently smiles and sits on the man's other side “Space for one more?” Spade rolls his eyes pouting. With a soft giggle Heart hugs Spade making the man blush “Sorry if we made you feel like you weren't welcome, i just know how your personality is and we wanted to make sure the cafe can still run. Forgive me?” Spade sighs struggling a little in the hug “I guess, not like I was upset by it ...i have other things in my mind you idiot…” Hearing this Heart pulls away staring at the man confused “Is..there something you need to do before we fuse?” Spade blushes standing up and point at Heart, he growls showing his sharp teeth “THE FUCK NO! WHY WOULD I WANT SOMETHING LIKE HANGING OUT WITH SOME FUCKING LOSER!?” Heart sits there surprised watching the personality go into a panic. He gets up and slowly walks to Spade “You need to breathe, if all you wanted was to meet SMG4 why didn't you ask our original. Here is an idea: we still need info on the cherry power up! Given we are dating him I'm sure four would come looking for him, you're the only one that looks the closest to our original so want to play distraction?”

Spade blushes his eyes lighting up at the thought before putting his mask on “Pfft i don't care if i meet him, but if i have to play distraction then sure i will do it.” Heart smiles brightly at him “Then let’s change into pj’s and get dinner ready! Together this time!” Three walks into the cafe and blinks seeing the personalities in pj’s setting up the cafe table with dinner. Heart had a pink onesie with hearts slapped all over it, it was strange seeing the man without a hat though it was good to know that his hair was so fluffy it tempted him to give head pats. Next was Spade who was chuckling as he dropped hot sauce on Books plate when he wasn't looking, he too was in a onesie though this one had a hoodie. The spades on the onesie glowed in the darkness he hid in, guess he now knows where his love for things that glow come from. Lastly was Book whose pj’s were surprisingly normal compared to the other two showing off their symbols, honestly to Three the personality felt like he was going to star in the next christmas carol.

The group turned and waved at him “This is…odd, coming home to others and with dinner ready uh i'm not going to get sick right?” He walks to a table looking at the food. Book shakes his head as he switches plates with Spade making the man pout “Trust me we aren't the avatar.” Three nods sitting down with the personalities eating, he would stare at them giggling and chatting about their memories and how excited they are to be with Four. Spade was flustered by the talk but was ignored by Book and Heart. He felt warm seeing them so happy, he went to take a bite of his food when he noticed his hand glowing. His hands were changing to the colors of the personalities near him, he bonded with them and grew affection towards his personalities. He has accepted himself and perhaps the glow shows him the self love he has discovered, slowly he reaches and touches heart he could feel nothing but pure happiness. Heart turns and smiles at him, Three lets out a chuckle rolling his eyes “How strange that you all are me..yet knowing soon you will be back where you belong makes me feel lonely.

They all frown looking down before Heart claps his hands “Let’s have a sleepover then before we cant be together!” with agreement they finish eating and go down the elevator. Three played random movies on the TV to watch with Spade while Book untied Hearts hair then started to comb it “So you want me to try to braid your hair?” Heart giggles crossing his legs “YEAH! That's what happens in sleep overs!” Three scoffs “We were forced into a slumber party years ago. Remember, Four had the nerve to ask if I was gay for him.” Spade laughs “Look at us now, so fucking gay for the idiot we might as well puke rainbows.” Book hums doing a side braid on Heart, Spade yawns starting to feel the fight he had earlier. Now that he was relaxed his body was shutting down needing rest, slowly he nodded off his body slumping on Three. He looks down and smiles softly at the drain personality “Hey maybe we should head to bed, Spade past out.” Heart nods as he excitedly checks out the braid “When we wake up we take our last trip together, let's get some answers shall we?” With agreement Three lifts up spade and tucks him into bed he lets out a sigh knowing when they wake they must say goodbye.

He lays down next to Heart and Book smiling softly at them, something in him feels different as he drifts to sleep he wonders what it is that feels different. He woke up and noticed that the room was clean. Did he dream yesterday? He wondered as he went up the elevator. There he saw Heart and Book sitting at the table while Spade glared at them, he noticed Spade was wearing his clothes “Uh why is Spade wearing my clothes?” Heart waves at him “Morning to you too! Spade is going to play distraction while we go to Mario, shall we?” the idea made him feel unsure, he stared at Spade who gave him a thumbs up. Letting out a sigh he nods he starts to walk out with the pair before pausing and turning to Spade “Don't blow up our boyfriend!” then leaves. Spade waves at them goodbye as they walk over to Mario’s place, the strange feeling Three had last night was hitting him again. He stops walking looking at his hands, seeing them glow again, this time the color belongs to Book. He jumps when the man grabs his hand “It's okay, i have accepted that today we have no choice to go. We will get our answers. I have no doubt in that, remember thinking things over isn't a bad thing.” SMG3 holds his hand, shaking slightly. Seeing this Book gives him a soft smile and pulls him into a hug. “This is heart 's fault I feel like this…I know you won't be gone since you're me but…it felt good not being alone..”

Book chuckles “You were never alone, you just didn't want to accept change, reminds me of a certain spade heh.” Three chuckles letting Book go, his eyes go wide noticing the man was fading. Book looks down then gives Three a smile “Seems you need me more with you then out here, remember im always with you!” He reaches out to Book and attempts to grab him only for him to vanish. He falls to his knees frowning as he looks at his hand “You knew I wouldn't want to let go so you grab my hand to fuse…” Hearts eyes go dark blue as he walks up to Three “Hey silly we are here,” he offers his hand to the man. Three looks at Hearts hand feeling the pull again, he shakes his head as he gets up “Thanks but i can get up on my o-” Hearts eyes start to water “Original..no SMG3 we cant be out here anymore. If we are out of you for too long, who knows what will happen, you need us back to grow and be a better version of yourself. Heart then breaks down crying “P-please...take my hand and use your meme energy to take me back!”

“Are you serious? NO! You two were supposed to help me ask Mario about the cherry power up, why leave now of all time!” Heart wipes his tears and sniffles “You're silly, we are with you. Just because you can't see someone doesn't mean they aren't around, you should know that already!” he then sighs offering his hand again “Three please…” SMG3 looks up confused “Wait..three? What happened to original?” Hearts' eyes flicker red before going back to dark blue. “You have something now that you didn't before…take my hand and I will give you the answer.” Heart waves his hand, SMG3 looks at Mario's house then back at Heart before taking his hand. Hearts eyes glow pink “You have finally learned to love yourself, no longer are we strangers in our own body!”

Heart waves sadly at him and he vanishes, he wipes the tears from his eyes feeling all the sadness heart was feeling “Thank you..for everything.” Slowly he approaches Mario's house and knocks. The red plumber opened the door and was surprised to see who was paying a visit “SMG3 perfect timing Mario just got more pasta!” Three rolled his eyes “I don't have time for your stupidity Mario, you and luigi eat a lot of power ups do you know any cherry ones that make clones?” Mario rubs his chin thinking, Luigi overhearing answers “Oh yeah Mario ate one before when we were chasing after Bowser! Remember bro he became a cat.” Mario snaps his fingers then frowns “Ah yes there was another Mario he was so handsome he was like a brother i never had!” hearing this Luigi frowns looking down clearly hurt. Ignoring it he pushes to his next question “Was it just a clone? It wasn't like a certain part of you or something?” Mario sniffs, wiping a single tear. “He wasn't just a clone, he was a brother.” SMG3 was about ready to strangle his avatar from the answers he was getting , though if Mario had something similar to him the world would have ended already. Disappointed Three left the bros home “Cherry power up makes clones of you, they can die without harming the users…so what the hell happen to me?”

Spade was trying so hard not to scream as he sat beside SMG4, the man was gushing about he newest video and he was too adorable for the tsundere to handle. The way his blue eyes lit up describing how he edited a certain part, the excitement in his voice made Spade heart skip a beat. Suddenly his thoughts were broken when Four asked him a question “Hey do you have any left over coffee? I have a long night to finish this video!” Spade waved his hand happy to be taken out of his thoughts “I'm sure there is a cup in the fridge you can take that.” Four gives a shy smile as he pats Spades hand, he walks over to the fridge and sees the cup. Grabbing it he takes a tiny sip. “Huh cherry didnt know he serves this kind, warming it I'm sure it would be delicious.” He walks up to Spade showing the cup “I got it thanks! I see you're working your way up to best boyfriend!” Spade blushes and rolls his eyes “Shut it baka!” Four felt strange as he stared at Spade. His eyes flickered pink catching Spades attention “Hey are you-” before he could finish Four grabs Spades overall straps and pulled him in for a kiss.

They pulled away both blushing “I…uh okay didn't know coffee got you like that Four,” SMG4 eyes go back to normal and start to panic as his face goes crimson red. Spade chuckles at the reaction forgetting his own flustered thoughts, he leans close smirking “Well then Blue thanks for the fun date, enjoy your coffee~” his flirtatious tone surprised even himself but he didnt care seeing how red his boyfriends face was made everything no matter. With a nod he stands up with coffee in hand and run out of the cafe, Spade laughs at the reaction “Haha oh fuck he is so cute!” SMG3 walks in at that moment confused as he sees a blushing Spade laughing “Melony said date went smooth, given the stupid look you have she was right?” Spade stops laughing glaring at the man “It was alright, not like i enjoyed holding his hand…hm?” Spade looks around for a moment “Where is Pinky and Dex?” SMG3 lets out an awkward smile as he waves his hand. That was enough for Spade to understand “So..this will be our last talk i see..” Three nods sitting next to Spade waiting to see what the man will tell him.

To his surprise Spade broke down crying “Great Pinky got to me heh..fuck i cant stop thinking about yesterday with the gang we dealt with made me realize we always fought for ourself never for others..” Three nods looking out the window. He was alone for so many years he sealed his heart and became the villain the world wanted him to be, the day he learned he was a guardian he was told he had to fight to protect his avatar, to protect his world. His mind never thought on protecting others only himself, Spade sighs wiping his tear then he gives a determine look at Three “We may be evil but no one said we cant love and care for our friends, i learned that yesterday and i want to make sure you get it in your fucking head cause if i go back and your being a bitch with fighting for others im coming back out!” SMG3 rolled his eyes smacking Spades back “I got it god i don't know how anyone can stand you!” Spade wipes more tears from his eyes “Before I go…i'm sorry i got in the middle with Terrance, he never got to know how much we loved him because I was so stubborn.” Three hugs Spade then slowly took his hand and focused on the pull that took back the first two. Spade nods giving a huge smile showing all his teeth “Don't forget dumbass we have SMG4 now don't go being a bitch!” As he starts to fade more SMG3 started to feel lightheaded, the moment Spade disappeared everything went black.

Three groans waking up,this moment felt familiar except his other self wasn't around, seeing the time he knew he had to open shop finally. He goes down the elevator where his eyes notice a box hidden in his drawer, opening he chuckles seeing three pins inside with a note saying ‘we will always be with you’ he takes the pins and puts them on his overall straps before going to fix his hair. He freezes seeing his hair is more fluffy and spiked then normal, he opened his mouth to notice his teeth were sharped. Fusing with his personality that he has accepted changed his appearance, he stares at himself in shock with more questions than answers. In another location a growl came out a hooded figure as he threw everything off his desk “WE WERE SO CLOSE TO LEARNING THE POWER AND YOU ALL SCREWED UP!” The members looked down “SMG3 is smart, meaning his personality was just as smart and strong, but that wasn't the full effect of the potion. Whoever has it I'm sure will get someone to drink the whole thing, then the real experiment will begin!”

SMG4 hums warming up the cup of coffee he took from his boyfriends place, he walks over to his desk and starts to edit as he chugs the drink “Man Three really should make more cherry coffee this great!” as he kept working on his project he started to feel strange. He blinks trying to shake off the strange feeling, then he gets up to splash water on his face when the room starts to shift changing colors. He falls to the floor, everything getting dark as he hears a dark chuckle before passing out. He opens his eyes, getting up slowly he hears panic typing on the keyboard “It needs to be perfect oh god if it isn't we will lose subscribers.” he turns to the noise and freezes seeing another him in Grey. He slowly steps out of the room and dashes to the cafe, he slams the door open scaring his boyfriend. Three jumps then turned to him “The hell Blue cant you enter my cafe like…hey are you okay?” SMG4 shakes his head freaking out “I think the lack of sleep is getting to me Three…i saw another me editing my own video!” SMG3 drops the cup in his hand hearing his words and runs to the castle, he goes to Fours room and there was all the proof he needed. The grey colored SMG4 jumps up looking at him “You're not gonna leave us if this video isn't perfect right? Of course not heh…or maybe.” he started typing again leaving Three in shock, how was this happening again?

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soft-girl-musings · 1 month

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Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps - CHAPTER 5 (Something's Gotta Give)

Noir!Jake Lockley x WOC Lounge Singer!Reader

written in collaboration with + header by @mrs-lockley

chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3 chapter 4

cross-posted to ao3

tags: late 1940s Noir AU, Reader is WOC coded but with no physical description besides being slightly taller than Jake while wearing heels, no use of Y/N, brief mention of past injury, spanish translation at end (courtesy of @queerponcho, thank you beloved)

wc: 3.4k

fic summary: Of all the gin joints in all the world, Jake Lockley walks into yours. Unfortunately for him, it's not quite the start of a beautiful friendship.

chapter summary: immovable object? the unstoppable force would like a word.

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As far as peace offerings go, it’s not the worst.

At least, that’s what you’ve told yourself as you stand outside your neighbor’s apartment, your fist failing to close the distance and knock. In one hand you hold a plate of pastries you’d bought earlier. Hopefully it’s enough.

Before you can raise your hand again, the door whips open.

Leah Mendoza, ever the force to be reckoned with, stands with arms akimbo and eyebrow raised. “Quit shuffling your feet and come inside, nena.”

You oblige wordlessly. Crossing the threshold, you immediately feel the warmth of her apartment embrace you. Not that she’s escaped the chill that plagues your building; Leah is an artist, and every flat surface serves as either canvas or easel. Most spaces are covered in surreal portraits and near-magical icons, her handiwork displayed as a gorgeously chaotic gallery. Sunlight streams through gauzy curtains to feed sprawling plants and attempts to warm the richly colored rug beneath your feet.

You leave your shoes at the door and hold out the platter, smiling sheepishly. “Hope you still have a sweet tooth.”

“It's been so long, I'm surprised you remember.” Despite her playfully icy tone, Leah’s expression warms as she peeks at the pan de mallorca you hand over.

“...But I suppose going five blocks out of your way for breakfast makes up for it.” She nudges you with her hip before escorting you to the kitchen.

“Look what the cat dragged in, Caro,” Leah calls out to the seating area as she pours two mugs of coffee. You see your other friend’s smiling eyes light up at the sight of you.

“Ohhh, it’s been ages!” she squeals as she rushes to your side, tackling you with an enthusiastic hug.

Caroline Ngo, the youngest of your trio, has always brought a much-needed energy to your time together. When she and her parents moved in, you and Leah decided to adopt her into your early morning ritual of coffee and gossip. As her rosy cheeks beam up at you, you’re (a bit selfishly) grateful that she’s delayed her college applications by a year. You’re not ready to part with your other baby bird just yet.

Still, you pry yourself from her grasp. “Something tells me you had an early start on the coffee.”

“Maybe,” she drawls as she saunters away. Leah passes you a steaming mug, prepared just the way you like it.

The three of you sit, sipping and smiling as the room grows brighter with the sunrise. Leah regales you with the results of her latest art show; Caroline badgers you for updates about Mauricio, dimpled cheeks flushed as she speaks. For a few moments, everything feels like it used to.

Leah finishes her pastry and turns to you. “So, ‘Ms. Songbird’. How are you?”

You shrug, dismissive. “Oh, you know. The usual.”

“No, I don’t know. You haven't been around for us to see your ‘usual’.” Leah's voice is measured, but she’s clearly frustrated. “Can you tell me the last time we've heard more than a ‘good morning’ from you? Or were together for longer than an elevator ride to our floor?”

You chuckle nervously. “Goodness, maybe… August? September?”

“June.” She sips her coffee before setting it down. “Are things really so busy at work that you can't spare a moment for us anymore?”

If only you knew.

“I'm sorry, ladies. Truly. But things have been picking up at the lounge, I've even had to get outside help–”

“Ah yes, the altar boy lawyer.” Leah shakes her head. “I thought you were done with him.”

“‘Done with him?’ Leah, he's my friend.”

“Oh, I recall. So good a friend that he lets you ice his bruises and clean his cuts.” She crosses her arms. “So good, he's even bringing new friends with the same scrapes to your door.”

“The other night was an emergency–”

“How long are you going to run around with that kind of crowd?” Her voice bites. “Believe me, I know my share of the nightlife. But every time you bring home some broken man, a load of trouble seems to follow.”

This is not where you saw the morning going. “I thought we were spending time together, not berating the company I keep.”

“Please don't be upset,” Caroline pleads, taking your hand from her seat on the floor. “We miss you. You haven’t been home in weeks,” she laments. “At least, not for more than a couple of hours.”

You shift in your seat but give her hand a light squeeze. “I've missed you, too.”

“Then do something about it.” Leah gets up, crossing the room to distract herself with more coffee but then doubles back to look you in the eyes.

“You know my gut is never wrong, nena. And I wouldn't be a good friend if I didn't speak my mind.”

You brace yourself as she continues. “You can spend your nights hiding behind your Songbird persona and running the lounge, but don't be surprised if the cage you're building around yourself is locked from the inside.”

With that, she turns on her heel and heads back to the kitchen, leaving you and Caroline in silence.

Slowly, Caroline slides into Leah’s empty seat, her hand still on yours.

“... I always liked your stage name.”

You don’t say anything, instead letting your eyes trail through the patterns on the rug.

She scoots closer. “Leah’s just looking out for you. Like always.”

“I know, Caro.”

You feel her head rest on your shoulder. Tough love has always been Leah’s strong suit; as hard as you are on your boys, it’s bush league compared to your friend.

Caroline’s next words are low, whispered just loud enough for you to hear. “I know that man you were helping.”

You look down at her, dumbfounded. “Really? You know Jake?”

She sits up, eyes wide again. “Well, not technically. I never learned his name. But when he was leaving your apartment, I recognized his face.” Her small smile grows as she speaks. “There were days I’d stay out late after school, and I’d catch a ride from him sometimes. He’s really kind, not like some of the other cab drivers.”

Concern suddenly sweeps across her face. “Is he going to be alright?”

You think back to the morning he left your apartment: his bruises, your stitches, the blood that still stained his coat…

His hand on your hand, your face…

You don’t feel your fingers grazing the apple of your cheek until you hear Caroline giggle. Your hand drops to your lap as your face warms. “He’ll be fine. If he wised up and saw a real doctor, that is.” You shrug, reaching for your coffee.

“You care about him,” she teases.

“Oh, come off it,” you huff, nudging her leg with yours.

“And he obviously cares about you!” She squeals, lowering her voice when Leah turns her head toward the noise. “I saw him leave your apartment, but he stood there for ages, staring at your door.” Her grip on your hand grows unbearably tight. “What happened that night?”

You’ve been asking yourself the same question from the moment he left you standing in a bloodstained gown, your apartment colder without him. Since then, there hasn’t been a moment where you’ve been free from the memory of his face.

“I did him a favor. And… he may have done one for me, too.”

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Jake Lockley is man enough to admit when he’s been beaten.

In this case, he's absolutely won over. Head-over-heels, and at your mercy.

Maybe years from now, society adopts stricter rules for how soon you should call on a lady. Even today, some would advise against showing your hand too early. Some men wouldn’t want to seem too eager, too desperate.

But Jake Lockley is not a liar.

If “desperate” is the word for the incessant drumming in his chest each time you come to mind; if it’s what has him cutting corners and driving recklessly, ushering customers along at double the pace so his thoughts can return to you; if it’s why his palms sweat and nerves ache at the memory of your face that night, that morning… then Jake Lockley is desperate.

It’s hardly been a day and a half since he left your apartment, cold and injured. The suit stitched him back together in seconds; the only ache that remained was at the thought of you. You, who scooped him off the pavement and took pity on him. Who stained your hands with his blood to make it stop. You, who set his skin on fire with the smallest touch and had him convinced he would burn with or without it.

Screw the three day rule. He has to see you.

Hot under the collar, Jake now sits at the bar– your bar, long before normal business hours. Next to him is Matt, whose face hasn’t untwisted from the wry grin he’s had from the moment they met up.

“It’s like a jackhammer,” he chuckles into his glass, dodging Jake’s backhand swing.

“Can it, Murdock.” Jake’s hand returns to his own drink. Downing the rest, he raises his glass to the bartender. “Top me off, Mr. Manalo.”

Teddy obliges with shaking hands. He scoops up the bills Jake slides his way before dashing off. The two men had asked for privacy, and he’s determined to stay in their good graces.

Jake knocks back the new drink, swiping the excess from his lip as Matt’s laughter grows louder.

“You really need to calm down.”

“That’s what this was for,” Jake retorts, shaking his glass so the ice clinks against the edge. It’s doing him little good, though; from the moment he snuck in here that stormy night, he knew The Paper Moon as an extension of you. Even with the house lights up and nobody onstage, the lounge makes his heart race as quickly as if you were right beside him.

Matt claps a hand on his shoulder. “You’ll be alright, you’ve been through worse.”

“Yeah,” Jake snorts. Matt’s quiet for a suspicious amount of time. “What’s on your mind, Murdock?”

“What’s on yours?” Telltale concern creeps into his voice. “How are things up there lately?”

Jake smirks, the expression not reaching his eyes. “Oh, you know. Loud… and quiet, in all the wrong ways.”

“Seems quieter than before.”

“Yeah?” Jake cocks an eyebrow. His mind doesn’t feel quieter, not the way it should. Khonshu’s been on his ass more often, doubling down when his thoughts dare to drift to anything besides the mission at hand. The god throwing a tantrum has become one of the few guarantees that remain.

“I mean it,” Matt reassures him. “It’s like night and day from when you returned stateside.”

Jake stirs the ice in his glass, tempted to hop the counter and refill it himself. It takes everything in him to repress the memory of “before,” to not think of the bloody business in El-Alamein. To forget when the occupancy of his mind dropped from three to two.

“Must be the good old American soil.” His sneer drops as he considers his next words. “... or the fool of a pro bono lawyer I managed to snag.”

“Maybe,” Matt says. “Or it could be the little bird that's caught your ear.”

Before Jake can respond, a pair of footsteps cross onto the stage behind them.

He turns to see you and Mauricio, backs to the house, talking in rushed succession as you survey the stage. You’re in a blouse and trousers, your movements easy and unrehearsed despite the growing exasperation in your voice.

“Maurie, I don't care how Leo feels the lights bounces off his new mustache wax, unless he can't follow my cues he's staying stage left. And–”

“No days off for you, are there?”

When you turn you see Jake, hat in hand and standing a few steps from the bar, as if he’d walked toward you but stopped halfway up the aisle. You can’t place the look on his face, but you're nevertheless pinned under the gaze of his now-healed eyes shining up at you.

“JAKE!” Mauricio startles you when he shouts, leaping off the stage to clasp hands with the older man.

“Hermano,” Jake chuckles, pulling him into a quick hug before letting go. “¿No te andas metiendo en problemas, eh?”

“¿Parece que tu eres el que anda causando problemas, ey botero? ¿De dónde salió esa cicatriz?" Mauricio leans in, examining the pale line running through Jake’s eyebrow with awe.

“Ah, just a scratch.” Jake shrugs as he brushes past him to approach the stage and offers his hand as you step down. You accept, hoping he doesn’t notice the slight tremor in your grasp.

“Leave the man alone, Maurie,” you chide, nodding your thanks and holding back a laugh. As much as Caroline fawns over you, Mauricio seems to do the same to Jake whenever their paths cross. It helps that he plays along.

As the three of you walk back to the bar, you notice Matt dial in to something and smile– far from his normal reaction.

“I’m afraid I can’t offer you more than another drink, I have an appointment with Matthew this afternoon.” You cross over to your friend, whose smile only grows as you draw closer. But you brush it off, still focused on Jake.

“Actually,” he starts, his hand sliding into his pocket, “I was hoping to cut in on your consult time for a moment. That alright with you, doll?”

Matt clears his throat. “Mauricio, can you take me backstage? I should start unpacking this file.”

The drummer perks up. “Sure! But the band’s getting ready to play some poker… you feel like teaming up again? We can split the pot like usual.”

“Even better,” Matt grins. “Lead on.”

He gathers his portfolio and walking stick to follow. If you didn’t know better, you’d swear you could see a moment of panic flicker across Jake’s face.

It’s replaced in a flash with his usual smirk. “Sure you want to risk your pocket change, Matty?”

“If all my clients paid like you do, I'd be out of a job.” He collects himself and follows Mauricio’s footsteps, turning to Jake and mouthing “jackhammer” with a hand to his chest when he’s behind you.

Their footfalls fade and it’s just the two of you at the bar. You take a seat, drumming your fingers on the surface to soothe your nerves. Jake sits beside you.

“You look better.” You notice the scar Maurie was talking about: his former head wound is free of your haphazard stitches, instead healed into a light dash through his dark brow. “But I told you that would scar.”

He shakes his head, brushing his fingers past the spot. “I kinda like it. Gives me an edge,” he chuckles. Maybe Khonshu hadn’t healed his face the way he normally would as some sort of lesson. Joke’s on him.

“How did… I mean, you look really good, how did you recover so quickly?” Now that you’re closer, you realize there’s no sign he was hurt just two days ago. If not for his scar, you could pass that night off as some sort of dream.

“You told me to see a doctor, didn’t you? Looks like I’ve got the best one around.”

You eye him, not sure what to think. “... yeah, alright.”

Your fingers drum the bar again. Maybe that night knocked all of Jake’s suave confidence from his head: when he’s not speaking (something you’re still not used to), he looks like a child about to lose his lunch. For all his urgency a few minutes ago, he’s taking his sweet time getting to the point.

Finally he sits up straight and takes something out of his pocket. “Here. For you, morena.”

A small black box slides toward you, stopping at your restless fingers. You raise an eyebrow quizzically, a familiar warmth spreading across your cheeks.

“A present? Didn’t take you for the ‘holly-jolly’ type.” You pick up the box, feeling its velvet casing and fighting back a smile.

“Nah, not really a Christmas guy myself. But I figured you could use a pick-me-up.” Jake crosses one arm along the bar, propping his chin in his other hand as he watches you open the box.

Inside, you see a delicate gold chain with a charm fastened to its middle: a small bird with its wings spread, intricate designs etched into its surface.

“Oh my…” You look back at Jake, who seems to have been holding his breath as you examine your gift.

Your slowly unfolding smile is all the reward he could ask for, breathless laughter pushed from his chest with relief. “For the songbird,” he casually declares, relief mixing with pride at your reaction.

You take the necklace out and hold it to the light. “It’s beautiful,” you sigh. You undo the clasp and try to put it on yourself, but your fingers can’t seem to make it fasten.

“Allow me,” he says quickly, standing to move behind you and assist.

You feel his hands take over and drop your own in your lap. His knuckles brush the back of your neck and it takes everything in you not to shiver. The smell of smoke and spice dances on your senses, pulled away all too soon when he moves to stand in front of you.

“There,” he breathes, eyes going from the pendant draped below your collar to your eyes. “Looks perfect.”

Your fingers grasp the cool metal as you nod. “Looks perfect.”

Silence falls again. You’ve come to hate the sound of nothing when you’re with him.

Jake’s the first to break it. He sits back down, his next words like a punch to the gut. “You know, now that I’m not driving Wesley around… I won’t have to take up space at your back table anymore.”

“Oh. No, I suppose not.” You toy with the charm around your neck. “So is this… goodbye?”

“That depends,” he says cautiously. He turns to you, eyes swimming with the same unfamiliar mix of emotions from before. “Do you want it to be?”

Your fingers leave your neck as you meet his gaze. “Don't say you're going all soft on me, cabbie.”

“What if I was?” He leans forward, and for the first time you don't back away.

“Cards on the table: I haven't stopped thinking about you.”

That makes two of us. You bite your tongue to let him continue.

“Morena… would you ever want to get out of here? Just you and me, call it a truce or a… a date.” A smile plays on his lips before his brow creases. “I won't badger you after today, just… one way or another, put me out of my misery.”

The wings of the charm feel heavier with the weight of his confession. Hand to your heart, you feel the bird again, this time with Leah's warning running through your mind.

“I suppose a truce wouldn't hurt.”

When he smiles, wider than ever, you see the charming gap in his teeth. And you smile, too. You both laugh, the heated stress in your nerves turning to effervescent relief.

You could spend an hour like this. But when you hear shouts of frustration and a bilingual litany of choice words echo from backstage, you know you have to go put out a different fire.

“I should make sure Matthew isn't in trouble,” you sigh, standing to straighten yourself.

“If I know Matt, he's the one causing the trouble.” Jake stands with you, desperate for this moment not to end but anxious for your next answer. “So when can we–”

“Sunday night,” you cut him off, starting to back away toward the stage. “I'll figure out how to slip away, but meet me under the sign at 9.”

You move to rush toward the stage at another outburst, but Jake's hand catches yours yet again.

“You can't keep doing that,” you groan, yet with a smile still on your lips as he tugs you back toward him.

“You're the boss,” he hums, pressing his lips to the back of your hand– the gesture all too routine, but you're ready to admit you've missed it.

He releases your hand and dons his cap, tipping it to you. You laugh again, a rich and easy sound he'd never tire of hearing. You bow slightly and dash backstage, with Jake's voice calling to you as you leave.

“See you Sunday, Songbird."

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“¿No te andas metiendo en problemas, eh?” - Not getting yourself into any problems, eh?

“¿Parece que tu eres el que anda causando problemas, ey botero? ¿De dónde salió esa cicatriz?" - Seems like you’re the one causing troubles, hey cabbie? Where did that scar come from?

note: in-universe Jake is Guatemalan and Mauricio is Cuban; as a non-spanish speaker, please let me know how i can improve in the future!

A/N: i've missed these two!! this chapter was a doozy but i'm so happy to have gotten back on track. i won't say PPP is on hiatus (we never had a promised release schedule) but after i take a wee break from writing, i'm set on finishing my Moon Knight Bingo prompts before 4/30 + starting on my OI fanzine entries (!!! exciting times). but if inspiration strikes before i finish, i certainly won't complain.

ty for reading!!

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