#i was very unsure of how to make those colores work with this kind of froge but id already drawn it so i committed | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

cactusnymph · 8 months

Text

the right ingredients

Even when he was a child himself Gale was never good at dealing with other children. Burying himself in books all day and using the biggest words he could find to sound impressive and to be as precise as he could never really resonated with most other children—or adults, for that matter.

So when Tav walks over with a child in tow as he carefully cuts some onions for tonight’s dinner, Gale is wary. She is scrawny, with a mop of red hair and two differently colored eyes. The most important thing about her is the fat, fluffy cat at her side, staring at him with huge eyes as if he might throw it in the soup at any second.

“Gale, this is Yenna. She’s staying with us for a while. I thought she could help you cook?”, Tav says with a smile. Gale wishes that smile wouldn’t turn his brain into something that feels much like the bubbling soup in the cauldron looks. He clears his throat.

“Uh—“, he starts, unsure of what he wants to say. The child looks so big-eyed that Gale is afraid she might start crying at any second and that would most likely be even worse than having her cut some carrots. “Have you ever cooked before?”

She shuffles and nods.

“Yes, I’m real good at it! I can make all kinds of stuff. Porridge and omelets and squash soup and—“

As Yenna continues to list a total of eleven dishes she can cook, Tav rustles her hair with a soft look on their face that makes Gale’s insides tingle. Oh, he wishes he didn’t feel the unnecessary pang of jealousy just because he wants them to touch his hair and smile at him the same way. Emotions are to terribly silly.

Gale coughs.

“Well, that sounds very impressive indeed. Yenna, was it? I suppose I can make way for an assistant. Usually I don’t allow others to interfere in my nightly cooking, but! Since our fearless leader recommended your prowess I shall—“

He stops himself as Tav looks at him with an amused smile.

“Right”, he says, catching himself. “How about you peel some of those potatoes over there?”

“Yes! I can do that, sir!”

“Mind me sitting here while you work?”, Tav asks, their head tipped in Gale’s direction. Once again he marvels at the fact that he never really spent much time with anyone, let alone a Tiefling. Tav’s dark blue skin is not unlike the nightsky, especially with the white freckles covering their entire face and their muscular arms. Gale would like to pretend that he does not spend innumerable minutes of every single day staring at their biceps. But he would be lying to himself, of course.

He allows himself to follow the curvature of their horns and gaze at their glowing white eyes before turning to Yenna.

“So, I see you have a cat companion! As do I. What’s their name?”

“This is Grub”, Yenna says, her tongue sticking out between her lips as she peels a large potato that looks even bigger in her tiny hands. “He’s shy. What’s your cat’s name?”

Gale carefully dumps some sliced onions into the bubbling liquid.

“Her name is Tara. She’s been my companion for a long time and I miss her dearly.”

Yenna smiles at him. She has a front tooth missing.

“Do you also have a cat?”, she asks Tav who is casually chewing on a piece of carrot.

“No, I don’t. Always wanted one, but my pops was allergic”, Tav says with a rueful sigh. Gale notices that their eyes linger on Grub but they keep their respectful distance. Considering Tav’s habit of speaking to every single animal they come across Gale can imagine that they asked permission to pet Grub—and were denied.

Yenna is quiet for a while as she peels potatoes and Gale does his best not to comment on the uneven peeling. He can imagine that Tav would not appreciate him reprimanding a child for less than optimal peeling techniques.

Usually Gale doesn’t allow anyone else to intrude on his cooking, but he has to admit that it’s not too bad to keep his territorial habits in check for a bit, if just to bask in the delightful companionship of Tav. And even though Gale usually doesn’t deal well with children, Yenna doesn’t seem to mind his presence or the way he speaks.

She asks for the meaning of every ‘big’ word that he uses and listens intently as he explains and Tav watches the two of them with a glint in their white eyes.

“This smells so good already”, Yenna sighs and sniffs the air with her eyes closed. “Can I stir it?”

“Certainly”, Gale allows and Yenna grabs the big wooden spoon excitedly before dunking it into the soup. Gale doesn’t cringe. He doesn’t. This is a child in distress that deserves every piece of distraction she can get. Gale can let her stir his soup even though she stirs it as if the spoon is running away from a goblin horde.

“Maybe in the morning you could teach me how to make a proper omelet”, Gale says and Yenna almost drops the spoon into the soup.

“Really?”, she says, her eyes impossibly big. It makes Gale’s heart melt. He might not be well equipped to deal with children but their joy is something precious to behold.

“Absolutely! One should never stop to acquire new skills and knowledge”, Gale says with a nod and a little bow that makes Yenna giggle. Finally, she hands him back the spoon and sits cross-legged on the floor next to the fire as she watches him season their dinner, asking about every single herb he adds to the cauldron.

It takes him a while to notice Tav looking at him with a soft expression on their face.

“Now why are you looking at me like that?”, he can’t help but ask. Tav laughs quietly and shrugs.

“Nothing. Just appreciating your efforts”, they say. Gale would love to hear more about what exactly it is that Tav appreciates, but Yenna is still watching him intently so he goes back to holding out a fresh sage leaf to her so she can smell and taste it before he adds it to the soup.

As the smell of his soup spreads through the entire camp the rest of their colorful band of misfits starts gathering around.

“Well, well, well, Gale, have you finally found your match in the kitchen?”, Wyll says, his eyes crinkling in the corners as he settles down next to Tav on the ground.

Gale waves his spoon.

“Yenna has hereby been promoted to assistant chef”, he answers and Yenna beams.

“I will teach Sir Gale how to make an omelet tomorrow!”, she proclaims proudly, Grub now curled in her lap.

“Very impressive! I can’t wait to taste it”, Wyll says with a smile and winks at Yenna.

“Maybe I can also learn how to make some pie! I love pie. Mister Gale, Sir, can you teach me how to make pie?”

Gale thinks that it seems so mundane compared to everything else he’s been doing with his life up to this point. To sit here, around a fire, stirring a soup for a group of people who—in another life—would never have been in his inner social circle, being asked by a child for cooking lessons. It’s so different from everything Gale has experienced while he was with Mystra.

It’s trivial. It’s simple.

And yet it makes his heart sing in an entirely new way.

“I will have you know, I make the very best cherry pie in all of Waterdeep, young lady”, he says with a little flourish, using the spoon to underline his words dramatically. Yenna claps full of excitement. Grub purrs, Tav laughs and Wyll and Karlach shake their heads about his exaggeration.

And for this moment in time Gale thinks that he could be happy after all.

#gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #yenna #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #bg3 fic #mi writes #bg3 spoilers #(for act 3 but mostly in the form of yenna the character)

221 notes · View notes

fictionfixations · 17 days

Text

signature spells and the person

(referencing this list because i cant remember them all)

spoilers for all books. and glorious masquerade

(note that some characters i dont know well at all. which you can kind of tell with me being super unsure. there's this person in the reblogs who elaborated on bits i wasn't quite correct on or didnt have an idea on so go read it!)

signature spells embodying the person sort of? Riddle - collar. restriction. limitations.

Deuce - not taking hits lying down. striking back. (a reckless idiot like that)

Cater - hm.. putting on an act for everyone? people pleaser? so its like. all of those little 'acts' and 'personas' he puts on are sort of 'him' in a sense. but its also not him at the same time. (like how the clones arent actually him because they're just a creation of his magic. but they are him in a way, too right?)

trey - sneaky sneaky guy who notices a lot more than you'd think. presents himself as one way but he's complicated

Leona - sand. like all his hard work turning to sand, or basically nothing.

Jack - wolves work in packs, right? he wants to work in a pack. (even though he says he doesn't). they're strong, but they do better together. ..probably. idk.

Ruggie - treating all people 'equally' (in the sense that he'd mess with them all. unless they were a serious trouble to deal with) also sucks up to people........ (and probably laughing at them behind their back for being such a 'fool' haha get it. because fool's parade..--) maybe? Idk.

Azul - exchanging his old self for an asshole basically (because he must've been a nicer guy as a bby. but then ppl were mean to him and now he's very bitter.)

Jade - acting like the more calmer and reasonable of the twins, even though he can be just like floyd, if a bit more dangerous considering he can get under your skin, get you trust him, that he just wants to 'help you'. and you tell him all your secrets. and then it 'shocks your heart' when he reveals his true colors. (like bruh. his halloween groovification message was literally, "Oooh, I love it when you flee in terror. It makes me want to chase you!")

Floyd - i don't know. uhhh. in his lab coat(?) vignette there's this moment where a guy bumps into him, is like 'hEY WHO DO YOU--' and then realizes its floyd and backs off. basically the guy who intimidates them to make them weaker, ig? terrorizing them. 'binding the heart' in fear. i mean he'll still hurt them ofc, but the point is is that he's the scary one, jade's the 'calm' one, thats his image to people. i dont know him nearly well enough to really get it.

Kalim - wishing for everyone to be happy. to dance and sing and forget about all the troubles. throwing parties and feasts to cheer them up (and granting them relief when needed). although it doesn't always end well and his attempts can end up 'useless', like how oasis maker is 'useless' when people already have easy access to water. but at other points desperately needed.

Jamil - turning him into the 'master' and the other the 'servant'

Vil - planting 'curses' in plain sight. masking it. disguising it. acting. like putting on makeup to change something. maybe. possibly. (this is weak) maybe a false reassurance. a mask.

Epel - accepting who he is (that he's short and seen as 'cute'. and so using it to his advantage.) like, seeming 'soft and dainty' but actually a guy who can beat someone up. like, 'you'll just go to sleep..' (and then the crimson part of slumber with a negative meaning. the poison apple. something that looks innocent but is actually harmful.) and then you never wake up again because you were TRICKED HAHAHA /hj

Rook - will literally do anything for what his fixations are. in which his fixations are 'beauty', which is a very vague category and include literally everything. also very very creepy and stalker-ish in the process.

Idia - honestly idfk. uh. 'responsibility'. burdens. control. it literally just represents a part of his job? idfk. its such a big part of him (also his family had the same UM so like..) that its just. who he is.

Malleus - there was this quote he said about how 'when you nap, even 500 years could pass without you noticing'. so it could be something like how time moves by so fast like that

guh.. it was "Give in to slumber, and a thousand years will pass in the blink of an eye."

Silver - I don't know him that well... i mean like there's references to him having parallels with like. i think.. aurora?? the girl who maleficent cursed. i think. dreams and wishes. i don't know i havent even seen him use it yet LMFAO (ive only finished part 2 of book 7..) maybe like. things not seeming real..? idk man. a desire to see people, to stay by their side, but can't, so instead it'll be in a dream. so either it isn't real, a mere fantasy, or, shrug. like. yknow the remember me song in coco? it's like 'and everytime you hear a guitar you'll remember and think about me' (i cant remember the exact lyrics)

Sebek - admires malleus. a lot. malleus has control over lightning or something. so sebek in turn becomes that 'lightning' that he can control, as his guard and stuff like that. 'i will be his sword', maybe.

lilia - he reflects a lot about the past imo. overly aware of things and the passing of time. at least in my opinion. how things can pass by so easily. so he takes little bits and pieces to cherish for the rest of his life, and to think back on. a trip back down memory lane, as they say.

Rollo - literally gets set on fire like his brother..?? that thing forever haunting him that its such a big part of him at this point (hating magic and hating what happened.) and him hating himself making himself see him as part of the reason why his brother died, and therefore making him literally the thing that killed him sort of?

56 notes · View notes

mosaickiwi · 5 months

Text

Fall Unto Me

Meant to post this before Halloween except it got reaaaally long so I split it up. 🙈 It works as a standalone, though. I'll put the other parts up at some point hehe.

Actual!Angel and Devil!Ren AU (yoinked from da discord bot once again) One visit to earth turns into eternity. 1.4k words + GN reader

cw// religious themes

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

With pearly white wings and a halo of gold, you were a disciple in heaven’s endless library. Duty bound to organize records and histories of paradise and its worlds below. Though you’d never looked within those records, just being in their presence gave you curiosity about your god’s creations all the same.

Once every hundred or so years in your infinite lifespan, you sought to venture into the human realm before returning to your celestial duty. It was an odd request to your peers. None were as interested in mortals as you so each visit was a lonely affair. You never stayed more than an hour or two, merely observing how they had changed from a favored seat in the clouds above, lest someone spotted you. It was only meant to be a short trip as always. This time something felt different.

In the quaint seaside town you were fond of visiting, you'd sensed a devil and dared to investigate. Of course, you'd never met one, so you had no idea what that uneasy feeling even was until your feet touched the ground for the very first time.

The devil seemed to be asleep in a field of blossoms, butterflies fluttering about. Spring was always in full bloom when you descended to earth. Pastel pink hair blended with the flowers, only making the black horns atop his head and the symbols scrawled along his arms stand out even more.

You approached with caution and curiosity. Though they were meant to be your sworn enemy, heaven's few rumors about devils already appeared untrue. The fauna and flora around him weren't withered and rotting, but full of life. He didn't smell of burning flesh, nor was he covered head to toe in the blood of his victims. If anything, his form seemed almost angelic.

He opened his eyes as you came closer, and their sky blue color welcomed you further. "Ah, could I be dreaming? Or has an angel come to rescind my eternal punishment?" he spoke wryly.

"Nay, devil. I want no trouble from you," you said in response, caught off guard by his casual, relaxed greeting. You took a few fearful steps away when he rose to lean back on his hands.

"Hmm... You have some holy divination or blessing to bestow upon this land, I assume. I've no intention of interfering." He smiled up at you, and those angelic features seemed even more prominent. Were it not for the pointed tail swishing with vigor behind him, you'd think this devil was one of your own.

"There's no mission I've been given," you explained with a shake of your head, "I'm only here to observe my god's world for a few moments, out of my own curiosity."

"Fascinating. I've never known angels to take interest in mortal affairs before their passing. Then, if no duty calls for thee—" he stopped to pluck a white bud that hadn't quite fully bloomed from the sea around him. "Might you grace me with your divine visage for one moment longer, little angel? I've called earth my home for millennia—and damnation is dreadfully boring. I could help with those curiosities, if you so desire." He held the bud out to you as an offering.

Though his words sounded sincere, you felt unsure. “...Do you take me to be so naive? I know your kind favor trickery.”

“I only offer my companionship,” he gave an innocent shrug. That heavenly smile was still fixed on you.

Your eyes darted between his outstretched hand and his face. Eventually, you took the flower from him. You could sense no ill intent on their part, so it wouldn't hurt to stay a little while. Nonetheless, you’d do your best to stay on guard.

The sun dipped lower in the sky as you lost track of time. Ren, you learned, knew far more of humans than you ever imagined. Your interest in them grew with each story he told of the world. At his urging, you'd gone to the beach to wander up close among them. It was a bit of a struggle to prepare—you'd never been told that your wings could retract or your halo could be hidden. But he coached you through it, not so much as flinching at the sting of divine power when you accidentally hit his arm with a wing on the first try. For a devil, he was oddly knowledgeable of things beyond his damned realm.

“You said your visits were always over in the late morning. So you haven’t seen this time of day, have you?” he asked as you both walked along the shore, waves glittering in gentle reds and pinks you’d never known the sun to make.

“I haven’t seen this terrain either.” Even with the occasional pausing stares of young children and animals—the only beings who could see your true form, as they were without sin—you were thrilled at the new experiences you were having. Your footsteps painted the sand rather unevenly compared to his. It was impossible to get used to the sinking feeling, nor the coarse sand getting into your sandals. You laughed at the sensation. “Heaven is all clouds and gardens. Here… it’s so different. The sun shines differently. But it’s still just as beautiful.”

He took your hand in his to keep you steady, pulling you towards the water’s edge. They were all too comfortable with the action, but you didn't spare it a thought. The guard you were meant to keep up had been thrown aside long ago. “I’m honored to show you such new experiences. And I only hope to give you more.” Ren’s face was bathed in a heavenly glow as he guided you into the water.

It was a stark contrast. The once warm sand turned to a bracing cold, almost slimy texture as the water slowly rose up to your waist. You raised your other hand up high to avoid it, still clutching the late blooming bud he’d picked for you.

The pink-haired devil brought you to a stop and nodded out at the setting sun with an unreadable look, “I’m sure you won’t be able to take your eyes away from it. I couldn’t, my first time seeing the sun disappear.” At his suggestion you turned your head to watch, barely aware of the way their tail wrapped around your hips to keep you close.

It was captivating as the sun began to fall further beyond the horizon, the hues of the day gradually shifting both in the sky and sea before your eyes. Golds, reds, pinks, and purples all chased after the light, leaving behind a blue as cold as the water felt. In what seemed like an instant, it was over too soon—not a trace left of the glorious sun that never set back in the heavens you called home. Strangely enough, your body tensed with heavy feelings. As if you were saying goodbye to a part of you. You stood staring out at the graying ocean for a long while, until the cold water lapping against your skin felt no different from the air.

“How was it?” he gently broke the silence. You felt his hand move to rest over your own, cradling the flower still between your fingers. The heat of his touch guided you to meet his gaze.

“Breathtaking, I think,” you whispered with a frown as you looked up at him. “And a bit sad? All that warmth disappeared—I’m not sure how to feel.”

“Breathtaking as the sun is, you’ll find on earth that some flowers show their true beauty without its watchful eye, my little angel,” he said to reassure you. The bud in your shared grasp opened slowly at his words, its tapered white petals unfurling to reveal pale lavender edges as the sky darkened further. His fingers traced behind your ear before he tucked the flower among the strands of your hair, seeming to admire it. “You’d never have known if you’d only stayed those few moments.”

You searched his eyes as his hand lingered at your cheek. Just as when you first met, there was no malice in their voice. A devil who appreciated your god’s work felt unheard of. From Ren's intense gaze he looked as if he revered them. He must've been a kindred soul—or the equivalent of a soul in demons. You wanted to know more about him as well, not just mortals.

Their fangs gleamed in the faint moonlight when you quietly asked, “What else can you show me?”

#14 days with you #14dwy #14dwy ren #14dwy redacted #cw religious themes #momo writing #this feels vaguely different from my normal writing style i think?#i got too silly #who possessed me #i wanna infodump about my HCs in this AU so bad

110 notes · View notes

blueparadis · 2 years

Text

▏drowning ▏pierro ▏

CWs— female anatomy, she/her pronouns, smut, corruption kink, sub!reader, use of pet-names, cumflation, use of sex toy, anal play, cunnilingus, mention of menstrual cycle; word count — 1k

PRECIS — pierro just wants to show you the greater pleasures of life other than doing chores for him.

NOTES — part of my self-event sizzling sextember collab. I was supposed to post it last week of September, but oh well. thanks to @luvbladez for beta reading !

⌗ tags —» @xshinigamikittenx @garoujo @munsonsins

+LINKS SECTION.

The first time Pierro laid eyes on you he knew you would be promising. With your growing body while others seem to work a week barely you endured the workload for almost a month. He thinks it's cute that you do the chores happily with a smile on your face, and take proper breaks if necessary. He is pretty fond of you, your organized habits, your manner of neat and fresh clothing. Sometimes, he thinks you should be rewarded but doesn't know how?

Sometimes he thinks it is your white innocence that makes him work overnight only to watch you getting all fidgety every time you try to glance at him. It certainly crossed his mind that you might like him, his presence around you, especially when he caught you stealing glances at him as he was buried in paperwork but he was not sure until you accidentally fell scattering all those papers on the ground, some flying in other directions and refusing any kind of help he offered.

He did not ask you again since he was unsure if he would have been able to hold himself back after accidentally having a peek of your cleavage. But a reflex thought crossed his mind: would your nipples be the same color as your lips?

He quickly cleared his throat and went back to his work desk while you adjusted your clothing to hide your modesty. He could not tear his gaze away from you that night. He was thankful for your white innocence that did not let you be aware of his intentions, his raging desires to have a taste of you, your supple skin.

Pierro was avoiding you since that day, he had to so that he could keep his cravings at bay yet he was not fond of the fact that he was jacking off thinking of you, late at night like a teenage boy. Fate surely has its wildcards since he needed to see you for fetching some special papers. He would have called for another one but you were more organized, more accustomed to his ways so it was you in the end.

He tried to keep himself busy, not to look at you but when your melodious voice responded to his beckon, something unleashed within him. “You called for me, my lord?”

“Y-Yes”, he shuttered, lending you a file. You inspected it carefully to know what he was looking for. And as you stood in front of the shelf, Pierro clenched his jaw while his fingers curled into a fist. You were just at arm's length wearing a light peach dress, and he was losing his mind thinking how painfully unaware you were that anyone could see your areola

He had enough of this. “Here my lord, the papers”, his eyes made up to yours. The pile of papers went flying in all directions as he pulled you against his body.

“Tell me you want this?”, he panted against your mouth having his arms snaked around your body. You gasped and breathed heavily at this sudden glimpse of hunger as he proceeded to make you sit on his work desk. “Do you want this, girl? Tell me”, he asked again. This time his palm was resting on your naked thighs illuminating fireworks all over your skin.

“Yes”

And in the very next moment, his fingers were playing with your pussy folds, eyes carefully watching your nipples getting hard at his ministrations while you grabbed the edge of his long overcoat. He could not wait any longer. Even though you were wearing the dress, his tongue lapped over your nipple while his mouth clamped around your breasts. “My lord, please ”, you mewl making him quickly pull away but he was bestowed with a raspy plea, “more, I want more of you”

That night, you lost count of how many times you squirted as he finger-fucked you. He did not want to deflower you yet, not like this. He wanted you to beg for it, beg to take your virginity. You wanted that too. You wanted to be filled with his cum, have his hefty cock buried inside you but fate had some other plans.

“I see.”, pierro uttered, strolling across his table as you told him that you were on your cycle. Now, violence was coursing within him, but he did not want to break you like that or give you to his subordinates after he was done savoring your taste. He wanted it all for himself.

Pierro handed you a teardrop-shaped thing and as he explained what it was for, your mind went foggy and dizzy. He was desperate to have you, to taint your innocence and so were you. It was indeed tough to work with that thing buried in your hole but you managed. You wanted to please him so bad, hear him say ‘Good girl as he plays with you later at night.

With the cool breeze grazing your naked skin, giving you goosebumps it was hard not to let out any squeal while having his cock deep inside your butthole. You were sitting on his lap, legs spread across his pelvic as your naked body rested on his firm chest while he was finishing the last pile of papers. Any little movement sends shivers of pain, and waves of pleasure in your clogged mind.

“I’m done baby girl”, he boldly whispers, adjusting you a little. He smiled as your juices soaked the clothing. His long sturdy fingers clamped around your waist as he guided you on his cock. You both wince at every move yet when he had you bouncing on his cock, mixed cum dripping along your legs he knew he had edified you well enough to own you like a fire owns a moth.

A month later, it became a routine. You were addicted to him, his whispers against your ears while his naked chest grazed yours. And Pierro? He was a happy man. Happy that you would come to him late at night, having him sheathed with your pussy while he finishes his work. He knew he did his job well. You both were drowning in each other's web of charms.

—

@tokyometronetwork

1K notes · View notes

lemonflavoreddishsoap · 11 months

Note

Hello there!! Idk if I have already sent something in, but if I haven’t, I would love to request! May I please have the LS members’ (separate) reactions to a new member with “soulless” or “dead” eyes (basically like the anime eyes that have no shine in them), who always seems rather closed off, but at some point the members do something nice to them, and the reader blushes and their eyes just light up like the brightest stars? Sorry if this request is a lot! If it is you can ignore! But thank you so much! (I loved the housewife s/o HCs you wrote btw, they were lovely!) ❤️❤️

Ghiaccio pfp twinsies...woag- also i like this idea a lot!! this reader sounds absolutely wonderful <33 fair warning I wrote most of these while incredibly sleepy so if they're ooc that's probably why im so sorry-

------------------------------------------------------------

La Squadra with a reader who has soulless eyes (that light up when they're happy/flustered)

Formaggio

When he first saw you, he wasn't sure exactly how alive you were.

I mean, those empty eyes and the way you barely talked to anyone definitely had him raising an eyebrow at first.

But he quickly got used to it. Nothing was wrong with responding to a joke with a tiny smile instead of a hearty laugh.

In fact, with enough time, he grows rather comfortable around that blank stare of yours. He gives you your space, but whenever you do talk to him, he's more than happy to get the chance to hear your voice and chat.

One day, before you went out for a mission, Formaggio noticed you nearly forgot to bring something vital. He managed to catch up to you and give you the item before you left, but before he could say anything, he noticed your expression.

The color spread across your cheeks, and your eyes -Oh god, your EYES. It was like someone finally flipped on a light switch in them. They were full of life for once, and the sight had him speechless.

But- shit, right, you had to leave. With an absent-minded nod and pat on the shoulder, he began to walk away.

"No need to thank me," he shouted to you before he was out of sight - and it was true. The look on your face had been thanks enough.

Illuso

Definitely made fun of your empty eyes often. Like Formaggio he probably compares you to a zombie, but he is willing to say it out loud.

He tries to guess what your thinking and feeling all the time if you tend to not show emotion. Like he'd say things like "I bet you're pissed about that too, you just don't wanna show it."

But like. In an annoying way if that makes sense.

I'll be honest I can't think of what kind of nice thing he would do for you. This dude's section has haunted me for days, y'all.

But in the event of him doing nice for you, he notices your expression right away. boy is he surprised by it. and boy is he LOUD about it.

"Holy SHIT! You're actually alive! I managed to break that moody façade of yours?"

You might wanna walk away or hide your face before he calls the rest of the gang over to look.

Afterwards he's weirdly a bit nicer to you? He obviously wants to see your adorable expression again, but his exact intentions are unknown...

Prosciutto

Doesn't care in much of a usual way. If anything I think he would comment on how your hard to read expressions and closed off nature makes you good for the job.

So he never really bothers to think you may be any other way.

The two of you were set to go on a mission together, and he insisted you work on a concrete plan beforehand. It turns out his idea for the plan relies VERY heavily on your abilities/stand.

When you ask about it, he begins to talk about how strong your abilities are, and how perfect you would be for the job, how he has faith that you can pull it all off.

Your heart flutters at his words and with every compliment you feel heat rush to your face.

When he stops talking and notices how your eyes lit up, he's....genuinely unsure what to think.

It was all true, you were strong and the right person for the job, but we all know how he gets when he's working with someone he feels is a bit too vulnerable cough cough pesci

He doesn't worry about it for the time being - it's a one time thing after all - but he keeps an eye out for if it happens again.

Pesci

I think he is used to people thinking he looks strange/creepy, so even it might creep him out a bit, he tries to be nice about your soulless face.

Gives you your space, but this boy is sweet, it won't take long for him to do something that makes the darkness in your eyes fade away.

idk why my first thought for the moment is him baking something new and asking you to try it. You have a taste and quickly nod in approval, it's delicious.

Relieved, Pesci proceeds to let you know he made it because he remembered you mentioning [insert flavor here] was your favorite flavor. Yep, that'll do it.

He's incredibly caught off guard, seeing your eyes twinkle with appreciation - for a second he thinks you're about to cry! He stands there, unsure what to do, until either the interaction ends or you say something to him.

Is so overwhelmed afterwards no matter what happens - was that really the real you? That sweet face was really yours?

Melone

It literally doesn't matter to him - he can see right through your dead look. It's uncanny.

You could be completely stone-faced and he would find some way to be able to tell exactly how you feel about something. He'll tell you his predictions too to see if their right.

I imagine it's one of these moments that actually leads to him seeing that cute expression of yours.

It started with "you found that hilarious, didn't you?"

He was playing his guessing game again, and like every time before, he was right. You didn't even have to answer.

"You know, you're so interesting to read. You have all these little tells for every small thought, and I think you subconsciously change them a bit every time I take notice of them!" He suddenly began explaining to you.

But it didn't stop there, he began to tell you all about how he picked apart your body language, how he noticed changes in your emotions over the entire time he's known you. "You're.... fascinating to watch."

It's not until he finishes talking that you both realize you've been staring at him with a completely uncharacteristically bright look of wonder. Then it's his turn for his face to light up, pointing at the blush on your cheeks.

"So you do like how I watch you! I knew it."

Ghiaccio

"The hell are you giving me that look for!?"

Of COURSE he takes it personally a lot - especially if you're supposed to be listening to his rambling. He isn't exactly thinking straight, so he just thinks your blank stare is some kind of insult.

But beyond that, it's rare he'll get on your ass about it.

Over time, I think he might even find you a reliable person to spew all his ranting at, if you don't complain at him or cause a fuss.

Maybe even at some point, perhaps if you've been getting picked on especially hard by Illuso, he'll ask if you have any ranting to do.

"What!? That prick has got to be getting on your nerves, doesn't that make you- WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GIVING ME THAT FACE FOR!?"

You're gonna have to end up explaining yourself or else he won't stop asking you. When you do, he'll scoff, saying he barely did anything. At least you won't have him blabbing about it to the others, you both know it would get real annoying real quick.

If you specifically ask him to keep it secret, he'll nod, and you swear you see him smile at you.

Risotto

This man also looks pretty damn unapproachable (love him tho <3). He has the least amount of problems with how you are.

Like Prosciutto, he thinks your closed off nature is good for the job. But he never brings up that sometimes he wishes you were a little more open.

One day you return from a mission. It went smoothly. Enough. Okay, you had managed to get the deed done, but you had gotten injured in the process. In order to not endure lecturing from any of your teammates, you quickly dismissed everyone's questions about the mission and looked for things to treat your wound with, hiding it from everyone else.

In the middle of hastily wrapping up the bloody injury, you felt a hand on your shoulder, and soon after you head Risotto's voice. He warned you that you weren't treating the wound carefully enough.

He didn't scold you- a scolding wasn't going to help the sting and the crimson staining your skin. No, he asked if he could take care of the wound for you.

You felt your face heat up as he helped you, but although you were sure he noticed the look on your face, he made no mention of it. Just tended to your wound, and told you to tell him about any issues with a mission next time.

Afterwards you two agreed you would give him specifics later. You thanked him and that was that.

Walking away from you, Risotto replayed your expression in his mind....how cute.

#i am being serious about the illuso bit btw.#main reason this request took me so much longer than I had hoped #it was driving me insane. i was seeing him everywhere. if i have to write for him again ill go insane /j #im fine im fine keep sending in requests including illuso as much as you like #just be aware i may get haunted for several days /j #also i wrote several of those at like 11 pm gahh #the grind...never stops...zzz...#formaggio x reader #illuso x reader #prosciutto x reader #pesci x reader #melone x reader #ghiaccio x reader #risotto x reader #jjba x reader #la squadra #la squadra x reader

205 notes · View notes

revasserium · 11 months

Note

Hewwo Rain! May I request "Close your eyes with Sasuke?" Ty bby!

reqs are open! :)

98. close your eyes

sasuke; 871 words; fluff and reflection u__u bc sasuke needs and deserves both those things

it has always been more difficult to see with eyes like his.

some people call it a blessing, but many more call it a curse — once, when he was still young enough to wonder, he’d wondered why sharingans always burn red. red like blood, like lust, like fire and rust and —

like that tainted moon had shone, huge and bright and unrelenting, on the night his brother shattered everything he’d ever known.

“hey… whatcha thinkin’ there?”

“hm?” sasuke looks up, his gaze falls on you.

you motion to his head with a knowing smile, the steam rising from both your ramen bowls. he looks down, and back up again, wondering if you really are wondering.

“i… nothing.”

“y’know… you’ve never been a good liar. even when we were kids.”

he stiffens, and then, he softens back into his seat with a helpless laugh, a thing that’s more breath than laughter, but still… you’ve been calling it a work in progress. his body relearning the meaning of joy, the weight and shape of laughter as it settles on his tongue. like a muscle that’s atrophied, you’d said, like a limb weak from disuse.

“you say that like it’s a bad thing.”

you smile at him, brilliantly.

“it’s not! it makes life much easier for me.”

he leans down to take a large slurp of ramen, letting the hot broth work it’s way down his throat, blossoming in buds of warmth down the center of his chest till it takes root in the base of his stomach. it sends tingles cascading through all his limbs, makes his toes curl in his sandals, the skin beneath his lashes catch in color as he feels the heat beneath his skin.

you are still watching him, and sometimes he wonders what you see, with those sharp eyes of yours. you’d always been good at watching, at seeing, at understanding what you saw. much better than he’d ever been.

“i was thinking… about why the sharingan is always red.”

you blink at his answer,

“oh…”

“i… used to wonder, as a kid.”

“what made you stop? wondering… that is.”

he looks back down at his bowl, at the slices of pork belly and revolving narutomaki’s.

he allows himself a smile.

“i figured… if that answer was meant to be mine, it’ll find me some day. all the things that i’ve ever really… needed… have found me eventually… no matter how hard i tried to run away.”

he feels the weight of your eyes shift from his face to the empty sleeve where his left arm should be and he shakes his head.

“ah… sorry. forget it.”

later that night, when you’re both back home and the lights are off, you turn to face him in bed, admiring how the moonlight sets an almost unearthly glow to his face, how it seeps into his skin like milk.

“sasuke?”

“hm?”

he opens his eyes; they spin like twin pools of blood in the dark.

you smile.

“i think… the sharingan is red because… that’s the color of love.”

he frowns, but he doesn’t interrupt you.

“because… love comes in so many forms — in lust, and greed, and passion… and hatred too. that’s a kind of love as well… you have to love someone enough to hate them. otherwise… you just wouldn’t care, right?”

sasuke shifts closer, his hair an inkstain on the pillows around you.

“i think… i like that.”

“good. because that’s what im choosing to believe.”

he grins, soft and steady, and then, he reaches our his hand to trail a finger along your cheek.

“see? the answer came to me, didn’t it?”

you crinkle your nose.

“yeah, because you asked at dinner!”

“i’ve been asking for a very long time… this is the first time the answer has come… and i’m glad it came from you.”

he presses his forehead to yours and you feel his lashes flutter against your cheek.

beneath the covers, you feel him reach for you, his grip still a bit too tight, almost as if he’s unsure of your existence, that he’s grounding your realness in his touch, and his touch alone. you reach down to lace your fingers with his, smiling as you meet his eyes, your noses nearly brushing.

“i’m not going anywhere… i promise.”

“and i’m not either… promise.”

you grin at his answer, reaching up your free hand to brush at his eyelids.

“good. then close your eyes… and let’s get some sleep, hm?”

he closes his eyes, and you watch as his body relaxes into the mattress. you wonder what he dreams of — if he spends his sleeping hours wandering the recesses of his memory, chasing down answers to questions he’d never been brave enough to ask out loud.

you wonder if he ever dreams of the future, of one that’s filled with more questions and answers, but also the promise that you’ll find them together.

and, from the way he pulls you closer, murmurs goodnight against your cheek, that he probably does.

223 notes · View notes

idanceuntilidie · 6 months

Text

Baked with love

Yan gingerbread man x gn reader

I drew Flynn it will be at the end of the post <3

There are no warnings this time :3

Requests are open :D or you can just ask about the oc I don’t mind.

Once upon a time there was a very old bakery, it was ran by a witch. It was very famous for its amazing sweets that were just too good to be true.

The kind words and compliments weren't enough for the witch, she had feared her bakery will be overshadowed. To make sure that wouldn't happen she decided to create living pastries and cookies.

It took her weeks, to perfect the recipe and design, it was finally time for the first ever living cookie.

So, she created the gingerbread man, and that was the last time anyone had ever seen her.

There was an old bakery around the corner, quite popular if you have to admit. For a good reason, the lady that worked there did absolute wonders.

She had a talent for baking. Today you decided to visit her and maybe buy few things. When you walked to the bakery instead of an old lady you met a stylish young man. When you went inside the bakery you could almost feel the magic that was probably present there. The smell was so welcoming and sweet, for some it felt like home, and it was hard to not agree. Though the interior of the place reminded you a little bit of your grandma's house. Small but cozy. Your eyes scanned briefly the delicious baked goods that laid out in the display, freshly baked blueberry and chocolate muffins caught your eye first. Then there was the best-looking apple pie you had ever seen, next to it were colorful macaroons, and so much more.

It made your mouth water.

There were new things also, you never knew Miss Sugar knew how to make candy.

When you were done eyeing up the treats that laid in front of you, you looked up, and instead of meeting the famous old lady you met a young man. His eyes widened, face getting slightly red.

"S-Sorry I did not mean to disturb you"

he bashfully looked away. You chuckled at that, reassuring him that it was okay.

You took a closer look at the young man in front of you. He was dressed in such a fancy manner, wasn't he scared his clothes would get dirty?

He wore frilly creamy blouse with fur? it was a very special look, but it looked well with the red bow and deep brown dress pants. Are those candies in his hair? Maybe they are charms, but boy do they look so real. You saw that he was looking at you again, but this time he tried to avoid eye contact.

"Sorry for staring-" - you started rubbing your neck.

"Nono it's okay really, you aren't really the first to do so..."

"That doesn't make it okay, where is Miss Sugar? I thought she was the only oe working here?"

He straightened his posture, for a second, he looked unsure what emotion should he show. He looked away; his hands rubbed his face. It took him a bit to face you again, his face filled with sorrow. "Oh, dear you don't know? My aunt left us few days ago" That sentence left you speechless. You didn't know Miss Sugar for that long, but she was such a nice lady and you felt really bad. Some part of you wished you visited the lady more.

"I am so sorry for your loss..."

He placed his hands on his chest, closing his eyes he said it was okay, when he opened them again, he smiled sweetly.

"Well now I am the owner and baker now, what can I help you with today?"

"I was wondering if you had f/p?"

"We sure do hang on" - he chirped and smoothly went to the room in the back.

You smiled; glad he is dealing so well with the loss of his aunt. It looks like he enjoys the job too. You look around again, he didn't change the decorations maybe he had a sentiment for it?

"Here you go!"

His cheery voice broke you out of your thoughts.

"Thank you uhhh?"

"Flynn"

"Thank you, Flynn, just a warning you will be seeing me around very often"

Flynn placed his hand on his forehead and dramatically sighed "Oh poor me" before laughing, you joined him soon enough.

You paid for your treats and said your goodbyes with Flynn.

You were true to your word; you visited the boy almost every day. You two bonded quite fast. Flynn was very sweet, and when you were hanging around with him you felt so safe.

Though the only weird thing you noticed was that every single time you asked him for something, he always went to the backroom to bring your goods. Flynn always knew what to bring you, sometimes it felt he knew you better than you yourself.

You sometimes wonder why the baked good he brings you have such weird ginger after taste.

But it's okay it's probably nothing right?

81 notes · View notes

romeulusroy · 1 year

Text

Being the Smartest Roy Would Include:

A/N: Loosely based off this Peaky Blinders headcanon I wrote ages ago. I love writing baby Roy!Sibling :)

Logan takes all the credit, of course

You were smart even as a baby

You playing consisted of matching colors and shapes, counting, naming all the right animals. You were speaking and walking and talking at such early rates, too. It was impossible not to notice or compare to your siblings

Your mother, the woman between Caroline and Marcia, brought you to doctors, unsure of what to do. Of course, they'd have to wait for you to get older to test your IQ, but there was a lot of good news. You were excelling at a rapid rate

You were given tutors young since you surpassed your peers with the smallest bit of effort. You were bored in your classes with your peers, so much so that you skipped a few grades a few times. By the time you were 8 you were already in a 5th grade class, 13 by the time you graduate High School . You were graduated from an Ivy League by the time you're 18 years old

Kendall was more than happy helping you with your homework, even if it was mostly pretend help with silly questions you got wrong on purpose

"Does that make sense?"

"Yup, thank you Ken."

His smile made it all worth it - even if you had to erase and fix his work after he left

Your language tutors taught you Mandarin, French, Italian, German, Spanish, and Russian. Languages are your favorite thing to learn. Your father is very proud when you can talk to investors, no matter how young you are, in their mother tongue

You like teaching your siblings as well

Shiv listens to you, go on and on about the different cases and grammar, and fun words you can teach her even if she's only half listening

"Do you wanna know how to say cat?"

"Sure."

"Gatta."

"Cool."

Despite your sister's tone, she really was proud of you. You worked hard, and you deserved all this recognition. Besides, you're something of a secret weapon for the family

Roman uses you as his own personal Siri. He asks you things you know, things he thinks you should know, any genius should know

"The meaning of life is complicated. . ."

"What good are you?"

Connor is in awe of you. He never really had the focus for school. It was never his thing, but you amaze him. He'd been reading to you since you were a baby. At first those playful baby books, but as you grew, the books got thicker and thicker until you wanted him to read War and Peace. He eventually had to give up, letting you read it on your own

"How many pages do you have left?"

"300. I'll be finished in an hour."

The older you grow, the more you realize your intelligence has saved you from your fathers wrath, especially when you compare your childhoods. You were never hit or slapped, Logan always treated you like an equal, or at least as close to an equal as he could manage. That created some issues in itself. . .

You were seven and already aware of the amount of money your father had, was making and losing, etc. Poor deals would keep you up at night, worried you'd lose everything and your father would blame you. Gently, you'd have to tell him not to take it, not wanting to make him mad. It was too much stress for a child

Connor tried his best to let you have a childhood. He took you and the rest camping, to the park, the playground. He took you out for ice cream on the weekend and played with real toys, not the educational kind, between classes and tutors. You could turn off your brain with him and just be a kid. It wasn't often that you got to

Being the youngest and the smartest creates some rifts between you and your brothers and sister

You know Kendall is named successor, but you have an awful feeling your father will take it back and give the title to you

You didn't want to run the company, you'd had too much say in it already. You were practically your fathers advisor from the time you were six. If anything, when he retired, you wanted to retire too

You wouldn't dare tell Logan this, of course

He'd call you lazy, stupid, question your intelligence and drive. That was your worst fear, was letting him down, like the rest of your siblings

You fear the only reason he even stands you is because of your mind, your brain, that if you had been born with an average intelligence he would want nothing to do with you

One night you ask your sister this, who tries her best to gently let you down

"Just be grateful you're as smart as you are, okay?"

Roman calls has you as "Baby Genius" in his phone

He has been working your entire life to make as many jokes as possible about your intelligence. You never get tired of them though, instead coming up with comebacks just as quickly

"Give it a break, Poindexter."

"At least I'm capable of chewing gum and walking at the same time, idiot."

He treats you like a person, which is all you've ever wanted. You never wanted special attention or treatment because you're so smart, you just want to be treated like normal

Your father, of course, wouldn't dare. He doesn't want to waste your time, your intelligence. You were born this way for a reason, and he will not put it to waste. He expects more from you

It's exhausting. Not just because your brain never stops, it's always working and worrying and overthinking, but also for the way you're expected to be and act and live from your parents

You're basically your mothers show dog - do some math problems, say something smart, get a treat, and then go back to your crate

Both your parents think your siblings are a bad influence on you

"Y/n, stop fooling around!"

"We were just laughing. . . "

"Well stop it."

Tom is constantly trying to one-up you, but you're just too smart. Not only with math and literature and languages, but art, music, politics, etc. When he talks stupid you can't help but correct him

Cousin Greg is constantly giving you math problems to do on the spot, which he then checks with a calculator to be sure

"What's the square root on 945,678?

"972.45976."

You never have problems with forgetting anything because you also have a photographic memory. This works both in your favor and not. You remember anniversaries, birthdays, things people have said in passing, but you're also forced to relive every time Kendall has gone off script and every time your father has lashed out

You'll never forget the last words your father ever said to you, about how much you wasted your potential, that you were a failure like the rest of them, that he was embarrassed for you and about you. He never should have praised you as much as you did

All you said was that you thought he should leave Waystar to Ken, Shiv, and Rome, that you would be done when he was. You figured you'd get it over with before he made any decisions, not wanting to be left in charge. Of course you had no idea that was the last conversation you'd ever have

On that paper they found, it had been your name instead of Kendall's, underlined at first, crossed out in the end. You have to reassure your siblings that you knew nothing about this, that you told him you didn't want the company. They still don't fully believe you . . .

Being as smart as you are comes with perks of course, but overall it causes a lot of pain. You're not as close to your siblings because they think you're your father's favorite. You try though, you try to keep up the relationships, to be close to them

305 notes · View notes

jadedrrose · 1 year

Text

parent!Law Headcanons

Warnings: Not really any. Pregnancy talk, ig? But otherwise this is nothing but fluff.

•With Law being… well, Law, he was obviously uncertain and scared at first when you came to him that day, telling him of your “symptoms”. Those feelings were only amplified when he did verify that you were, in fact, pregnant.

•For the first few weeks, he was stressed. Unsure of what to do. But with your help, he was able to overcome that.

•After that, he had a new stress… being worried about you and the child within you. But; Law, being the doctor he is, would go simply above and beyond to help you through the pregnancy. I mean, really, it doesn’t get better than that.

•He would go week by week with you, informing you of how the infant is growing, how big they are, what parts they’re currently developing, everything.

•Although Law technically has a short temper (sort of?), he wouldn’t be the kind of guy to be mad at his wife for being hormonal, emotional, etc. The man is a doctor!!! He knows what’s going on!!

•Then, the delivery. He would know the early signs of going into labor, and would do everything in his power to make it comfortable for you in advance.

•He’ll never forget the day your daughter was born. ‘Course, he was the one delivering her, so there was nothing he didn’t see. Very unforgettable.

•Would call her “my love”. Or maybe something dumb… like, you know… “baby-ya”…

•Honestly? He’d probably cry. Either he’d walk away to do so alone, or right then and there while holding the child. But never if anyone else but you were around.

•Law would absolutely be the kind of father to take over all the work for the first few months. He barely sleeps anyway, so he’d be the one to stay up all night to take care of her. He’d probably panic and force you to lay back down if you tried getting up at night to help, telling you repeatedly “you need to rest!”.

•But of course, don’t take that in a “he denies you any time to really take care of/bond with the baby” way, He just wants you to rest at night. During the day, he’d be more than happy to let you take over. He’s also a captain of a pirate crew, after all.

•Again, being a doctor, he knows everything about how a child should be growing, what can go wrong, everything. So really, you’d probably have the healthiest child ever. If she even dare gets a cough he’s immediately worried, trying to figure out what the issue is.

•Your daughter would end up having his hair color, but your eyes and a mixture of his sharp facial features and your own features.

•Bepo is now her personal pet polar bear, I don’t make the rules, sorry Law (but of course… he still cuddles with Bepo, just now with your daughter joining).

•As she grows into a toddler, Law would let her play with the crew more. Mostly Bepo, because what child wouldn’t want to cuddle the cute, friendly polar bear?!

•The submarine would 100% always be filled with the adorable laughter of the little girl, with the goofy crewmates always making her laugh.

•Although Law would normally find a kid scream-laughing and giggling annoying, your daughter’s laughs would soon become one of his favorite sounds.

•And as she grows more adventurous with her little legs now allowing her to run, Law would become very protective over the girl.

• Would probably send her (with you, of course) down to the bottom of the submarine to hide if there was ever a battle/fight. Even though she insists she’s strong like her mommy and daddy.

•And more on that note, she wouldn’t be scared of much. I mean, her daddy’s a tall guy with lots of tattoos and piercings who carries a sword around with him everywhere. This little girl fears nothing.

•Now onto more random things:

•Keeps photos of her in your arms throughout her life on his desk.

•She would absolutely pick up on her daddy’s language… even the bad words.

•He lets her steal his hat. Before she existed, that was your job, but you decided she was too cute in it to continue. Now, you steal it for her (as in, picking her up so she can reach it).

•And lastly, Law definitely thinks about Cora-san whenever he wonders how to act with the little girl, or if he’s being a good father. Thinks about how happy his father figure made him, and hopes to be like that for his daughter, too.

#trafalgar d water law x reader #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law #law x reader #one piece x reader #one piece fanfiction #non request #headcanons

484 notes · View notes

detailtilted · 3 months

Text

Index of Enhanced Edition Con Videos

I'll maintain this index in a pinned post for easy reference. Click the links to go to the YouTube videos, or click here for a more readable Google Docs table which includes these links plus a tab noting which events I skipped, temporarily or permanently, and why.

2007-11-11, Chicago - J2 Breakfast (00:23:42)

2007-11-11, Chicago - Jensen Solo (00:21:55)

2007-11-11, Chicago - Jared Solo (00:29:44)

2007-11-11, Chicago - J2 Main (00:38:24)

2008-07-27, San Diego Comic Con - SPN Panel (00:50:52)

2008-11-16, Chicago - J2 Breakfast (00:26:16)

2008-11-16, Chicago - Jared Solo (00:26:20)

The main panels from CHICON 2008 are up next. They'll have better video quality (for the most part) than the Breakfast panel from that event.

Thank you to everyone who has shown an interest in these videos. The reblogs and likes all made me very happy, and I especially appreciated the kind comments some of you left in your reblog text and tags. I'm unsure of the proper Tumblr way to respond directly to that in a way that won't annoy people, but I've definitely noticed and appreciated it!

An explanation of this project and my tentative plans for it are listed below the break. A lot of it will be familiar if you've read my earlier posts, but it's more detailed -- and excessively long! There's also some info on how you can help, especially if you have any old videos or audio files that you'd be willing to contribute.

Why Do You Call These "Enhanced Editions"?

The videos I'm using are not my own, but I've spent many hours adding enhancements to them. Credit and links to the original videos are in the video descriptions. These are the typical enhancements you'll see:

I'm upscaling the videos as best I can. It isn't remotely perfect, but it's a little more watchable than the originals. I'm not experienced with this and the videos I'm working with are very low quality by today's standards. They were also recorded under difficult circumstances. Video taking wasn't permitted at most of the earlier cons, so the people who took them did so at the risk of getting kicked out. They couldn't exactly come waltzing in with a tripod, so the videos are shaky, they don't always have a clear view of the stage, and sometimes they cut off at unfortunate moments. They can be frustrating to watch, but we owe these people a debt of gratitude for capturing this footage because otherwise it would have been lost altogether.

The original videos are usually in multiple parts, but I'm editing them together into a single video as cohesively as possible. I may use videos from multiple sources to provide the most complete video possible, and I'll select the ones with the highest video quality available. Sometimes there just aren't a lot out there, though.

I'm adding extra content to help clarify references people make during the panels. The videos I've worked with so far don't take up the full width of a modern video frame, so I've taken advantage of that extra space to display the extra content to the side where it's less obtrusive. There are explanations for obscure references that are way funnier when you understand what they mean, plus episode references to help jog the memory for those of us who haven't rewatched the show a million times. In rare cases where I think it will enhance understanding, I'll insert brief episode clips that highlight what they're talking about.

I'm putting a LOT of time into adding good, color-coded English subtitles that can be turned on and off with YouTube's CC button. These videos can be frustrating to understand because the audience often drowns them out and Jared and Jensen tend to talk at the same time when they're together. I can't always figure everything out, but it's far better than the crazy, auto-generated nonsense that many videos have. The color-coding helps with telling who's saying what: red for Jared, blue for Jensen, green for the general audience, yellow for the current fan at the microphone, and white for other people such as staff.

If there's missing footage that I can't find anywhere, then if I can find a source that seems to have reliable details about what was discussed, I'll add still images with a brief summary and a link to my source in the video description.

What Conventions Do You Plan to Enhance?

I don't want to make grand promises that I'll enhance videos for every old convention, although I definitely love the idea of doing so. How far I go with this will depend on how much sustained interest there is from other people and how much spare time I have myself. My output speed will probably be erratic depending on what's going on in my life at the time.

My general plan was to start with the oldest conventions and work my way forward. For now, I only plan to enhance the panels with Jared and/or Jensen since they're my main interest. I may temporarily skip over conventions that they didn't both attend, but with the intent to go back and fill those in later.

One big constraint will be whether I can find enough videos to work with for a convention, and just how bad the quality is. I've found that some videos are too poor of a quality to upscale, at least with my limited skill. Since these videos are painful to watch in their raw form, I suspect people will be less interested in watching "enhanced" videos that don't include at least some noticeable improvement in visual quality, but please do let me know if I'm wrong. For that reason, I'll probably skip past cons if I can't upscale the videos, at least for now.

As I work through the old conventions, I'll make a good attempt to upscale the available videos. If I don't have much success, then I'll skip over that convention with the hope that someday either the technology or my skills will improve, or maybe a more skilled fan will be able to accomplish more with it. If I make it through all the low-hanging fruit, I might come back to those problematic conventions and just create a cohesive edit with special content and subtitles even if I can't substantially improve the video quality.

These are just my general thoughts right now but the project is young, so my strategy may change.

Can I Help?

If you have any old convention videos or audio files that you're willing to contribute, please message me! For now, let's limit it to content from 2010 or older. Maybe I can use them, maybe I can't, but the more I have to work with, the better chance I have of creating something more complete. If I do use your material, I'll credit you in whatever manner you prefer.

My main source of videos has been the Supernatural Wiki convention pages and the playlists that sil9800 has put together on YouTube. If your videos can be found there, and if the links to them still work, then I've probably found them already. There are a lot of dead or private video links on the Wiki though, and also dead links on various LiveJournal pages linked to from the Wiki, so there were more videos out there at one point. (If you have any videos you don't want me to use for this project, let me know and I'll respect your wishes.) I also run keyword searches on YouTube, but I rarely find anything that I hadn't already found from those other sources.

Even if your video looks terrible, you might just have a missing piece of footage that I couldn't find anywhere else, or your video might upscale more easily than another. If nothing else, I might be able to hear something in the audio that will help me fill in a subtitle I couldn't figure out.

Likewise, audio files can be helpful even without video. If nothing else, they may help me fill in some subtitles. If the audio file is consistently easier to understand than the audio on the videos I'm using, I can also substitute the audio from your file in place of the video's audio. If you have audio of sections of the panels for which no known videos exist, that could also help me fill in those gaps.

If you're watching my enhanced videos with the subtitles turned on, please do let me know if you catch any errors or if you can clearly understand something I marked as [inaudible]. I can't change the videos themselves on YouTube, not without breaking the links and causing confusion, but it's pretty easy to update the subtitles because they're a separate file. It's important to me to try not to put words in their mouths that they might not have said, so I'm trying not to guess based on context. However, there were times when I felt like I should have been able to understand what they said but I just couldn't manage it, and I'm sure someone with different ears may be able to figure out some of the parts I couldn't.

#enhanced edition con video #j2 #jared padalecki #jensen ackles #sam winchester #dean winchester #supernatural #index

47 notes · View notes

panic-at-the-fiction · 4 months

Text

This is The Way

Summary: right after the ending season two, din having just removed his helmet. The reader comforts din as he struggles with not knowing how to go on without the child or his creed.

A/N: I just rewatched the show and I just really want to know what happened the second the screen went dark. Did anyone say something. Did he immediately put the helmet back on. Was it an awkward car ride home as they all just set silently like can’t believe we fought to save the kid and now he doesn’t even get to keep it. It’s just wrong man.

I stood watching as Luke disappeared into the elevator carrying the child away with him, leaving nothing, but an awkward silence as the door shut.

Dins shoulders tensed, his back straightened. I didn’t know how to approach him with his helmet removed.

We both knew our goal was to find a Jedi to reunite Grogu with, but we spent so much time just fighting to get him back, neither of us thought we’d have to give him away so quickly. Din continued to just stare off at the door like he wasn’t quite sure this was real.

I looked around at our assembled friends and allies, realizing no one really knew what to say. Everyone seemed to be waiting for some sort of command as to what to do next.

“Can you guys give us a minute?”

Bo Katan nodded. “We’ll make our way back to prepare the ship, you guys can meet us when you're ready. We’ll secure the prisoner while we’re at it.”

I nodded and watched them all leave down the same hall as Luke and Grogu just a moment ago. They were probably already back to his ship at this point and ready to start a new life off somewhere far away. It broke my heart to even think about it presently.

“Din?” I almost whispered, breaking the silence. He twitched, uncomfortable and unsure without his helmet on.

I walked closer and carefully placed my hand on his shoulder. He relaxed into the touch, but he still stayed facing away. “Din, it’s okay, you can look at me.”

“I’ve broken my creed.”

“I know.” I said lightly. It was against the creed to remove his helmet. He had already done it once before, but that was under dire circumstances and was done in hopes of saving a foundling, which Mandalorian deemed more important than almost anything. But this, this he did willingly for the child.

“I just… I wanted him to see me before he left. To really see me before he was gone.”

“I understand Din, it’s okay. I think it was very noble of you. It was a beautiful parting gift.”

“But now I have nothing.”

I felt a slight sting at those words. I had been traveling with the Mandalorian since he stopped on Tatooine with the child for the first time. Back then he was still running from Greef Karga. We weren’t together, but I traveled with him, fought with him. I had saved his life, and he had saved mine in more ways than one. I was his friend, and deep down I’ve always wanted something more.

“I miss him too, but you still have me. I might not be much, but I’m not leaving you, creed or no creed.”

He finally turned around, a slight embarrassment or even shyness in his demeanor. I had never seen Din’s face before. He had kind, warm brown eyes and was handsomer than I’d even imagined.

I couldn't help myself as I reached out and carefully placed my hand on his cheek, something I had done in moments of comfort even when he wore the helmet. “I always wondered what color those eyes were.” I smiled.

He placed his hand over mine. “You’re more than enough.” He paused, sighing before pulling away. “But I still believe in the Mandalorian way, I still believe it to be true.”

“Then put the helmet back on.”

“What?” He sighed, trying to walk away, “I can’t just put the helmet back on, it doesn't work like that.”

I picked it up from where it set off to the side and held it back out to him. “Then we will find the rest of the Mandalorians. You can put the helmet back on until we find them. We will ask for their forgiveness to see if they will redeem you. Whatever it is they want, we can do it. If not, you can take the helmet off and start sulking then.”

His brow furrowed as he looked at me. It was strange to be able to read his expressions. Even with the helmet, Din was always expressive, but seeing his face up close. It was like I was reading his mind, it almost felt too personal.

“We? You would do that for me? Search the galaxy for a dying race, just to help me restore my honor in a culture you don’t even take part in?”

“I mean, isn’t that what I’ve been doing all this time, helping you honor your creed by helping you protect the child?” I laughed slightly at the mention of the kid, the wound of losing him still fresh. Even if he was getting to be with his people again.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yes, we will seek the Mandalorians again. Together.”

I smiled, offering him the helmet back, but I could see in his eyes he was thinking about it before he took it from me.

“First there’s something I need to do.”

He crossed the distance to me, taking his helmet and pushing it off to the side. I opened my mouth to ask what was so important he needed to do it before he put the helmet back on. His gloved hands came up to cup my face as his lips met mine.

Shock set in first, followed by confusion in the first split second before I felt myself completely dissolve into him. My arms coming up around his neck, his hands traveling down to my hips locking me in tightly.

All those months on the razor, pining filled with awkward tense moments interrupted by the child. All those times when the heat in the room was intense, but neither of us saying or doing anything to act on it. Now the Mandalorian was kissing me like I was his dying wish.

When the kiss ended, both of us only pulled away enough to lean our foreheads together.

“I’ve been dying to do that.” He said almost jokingly.

“Oh yeah, what got in the way?” I quipped, getting him to laugh.

I left the warm embrace of his arms and reached over to grab the helmet from where Din had pushed it off to the side. He caught my arm as I did so, pulling me back to face him.

“Before you hand that to me, you need to know I’ve always loved you. Since the first day you stepped foot on my ship and I saw the way you cared for Grogu and me. Since the first time I saw you with a blaster, I have been fighting these feelings, knowing I can’t give you everything you want. If you agree to come with me to find the Mandalorians and I have my honor restored, I can’t remove my helmet again. I can’t offer you everything you deserve.”

I smiled, almost feeling tears coming to my eyes. “I love you, Din Djarin and I love you with or without that helmet. I’ll be happy to take any piece of you as long I get to be with you. No matter where we are or what we’re doing, as long as I know you love me, that will be enough. I know how much that creed means to you, how much your people mean to you, and I will never ask you to give it up when there’s still hope you can have your honor restored.” I picked the helmet back up and extended back to him. “This is the way.”

He nodded, taking the helmet and finally placing it back on his head, completing his armor once more. “This is the way.”

#mando x y/n #mando x you #the mandolorian x reader #mando x reader #the mandolarian #the mandalorian x y/n #the mandalorian x you #din dijarin x reader #din dijarin fanfiction

32 notes · View notes

final-milf-ratchet · 3 months

Note

hey it's me again i just saw the anon ask about the orgy and oh my god.. what a twist way to finish that episode.. cave orgy that ends up with not two but THREE robobabies, and a large dragon joining the team.. phew. and the fact that in that ask mechs getting sparked work the same way as cats (the babies can be from different fathers), grrr,,

Anyway. Made me give a horny side to an idea i had, where Magnus somehow manages to talk to Predaking after Wheeljack passes out - by the time Optimus gets there, he only finds Wheeljack in the rubble, no sigh of the other two. Meanwhile Predaking took Magnus away so they can talk without being interrupted - basically he sees how improbable it is that the bots found the lab, way sooner than in the show, but he can't focus on that very much because his instincts are screaming at him about how perfect of a partner Magnus seems to be. A perfect consort for a king..

He woos Magnus in only a few days, somehow. They hang out in a cave where no bots or cons can find their signals, and the talk about the War slowly morphs into talking about Magnus himself, which then turns into compliments..

Magnus is still unsure of how he was wooed that quickly, laying on his back as Predaking spreads his legs and settles between them to eat him out.. And he's never felt anything like that before. Predaking's tongue is so, so long, and part of it is rough, kind of like a cat's, dragging against his nodes..

The first time it happens, Predaking just eats Magnus out until the Commander is overstimulated, weakly patting his head as he gurgles for him to stop - which Predaking immediately does.

The second time (the next day), Predaking fingers Magnus open, toying with his node as Magnus squirms, clumsily pawing at his panels - overloading on the spot when he sees the two large spikes emerging once his panels open up. And again when Predaking promises that tomorrow, he's getting those spikes inside him..

And it happens. Finally, on the third day of being intimate, Predaking slowly, carefully pushes his spikes inside Magnus, watching him overload twice just from being stretched wide open and filled. Cue crazy sex, Predaking fucking him as though trying to breed him.. Marking him up as his consort.

When Magnus finally calls for a bridge and gets back to base, he's all scuffed up, covered in paint transfers and claw marks.. He has to reassure them, that after the fight he got to talk to Predaking, and now the large dragon is their ally, laying in wait on the decepticon warship. NOT telling them about how he got the best frag of his life. Wheeljack and Arcee absolutely do not believe that's all of it, but decide not to push right now - Ratchet is already chewing out the Commander for them. Ratchet, who figures out pretty quickly how most of those marks were made, as he patches up Magnus..

That night, Magnus gets a visit from Optimus in his ship, because the Prime knows exactly what happened, and his own feelings (and breeding kink) are making him quite jealous..

Magnus gets the spiking down of his life for the second time in two days, mewling and overstimulated as he's again filled with transfluid..

Predaking's breeding kink vs Optimus Prime's breeding kink, GO !

Hiiiiii laure!!!!

If we do go with the build-a-baby transformers fanon then multi-dad carrying makes sense to me too! 🤷

(I don't think it's a one to one, where they all have one dad per kid, all the kids have a mix of all three, they just have a main dad that kinda obvious because all of their sires are very different looking. If say, hound and mirage were to both get cliffjumper sparked it would be a little harder to tell who's the main sire of which kid because they are all cars and the colors aren't always a give away!

Sorry for the dump about all that I think abt potential sparklings and how that all works at work when I'm bored lol 😅😅)

Honestly I don't think it would be that hard for Predaking and Magnus to get through to each other, maybe before Predaking crushes his hand, he has a bit of a 'why did you do it' breakdown over the autobots killing the rest of the predaclones and Magnus goes 'we didn't do it tho :/'

Obviously Predaking needs more info, but he can hear Optimus charging down the tunnel (cause he's not focused on killing Magnus this time lol) and impulsively grabs Magnus and takes off. When Optimus finally gets there... There's no sign of either of them...

Predaking really did take Magnus with the intention of figuring out what was going on! But he's never actually spent time around mecha who aren't traitorous decepticons, and he keeps getting distracted by thoughts of what a great consort Ultra Magnus would be, and a king needs a queen... 😏😏😏

Listen. Listen... I like the idea of Magnus being kinda easy, he just never has anyone try and hook up with him so no one knows 🤭🤭 and as Magnus and Predaking keep talking and getting closer, Magnus can't help but give in and spread his legs for Predaking...

I love them slowly working up to actual penetration, but by the time they get to that point they're both so desperate, Predaking loses his mind. Biting and marking Ultra Magnus as they fuck, leaving his consort a beautiful mess.

Hrgghhh Magnus calling in a ground bridge, and walking out looking like he just got a train ran on him.

Wheeljack and Arcee don't believe they just 'talked it out' and Predaking join the autobots but also... Who's going to accuse Ultra Magnus of sleeping with the enemy? Their all shooed away by Ratchet pretty quickly so they don't have time to press for details.

Ratchet's not stupid, as soon as he sees the paint transfers he knows what's up. Who's he to judge? Everyone knows the kind of stuff the party ambulance got up too, and at least this time it got them an ally. Magnus goes back to his shop afterwards so he can finally get some peace and quiet, it's been a busy week ;).

Hrnnnnn Optimus looming around the medbay listening to Ratchet talk about the little repairs he needed to make and connecting the dots. (Ratchet may have been trying to get Optimus to finally make a move. There's only so many times you can listen to your friend talk about the guy he likes before you get fed up)

As soon as night sets in Optimus goes to Ultra Magnus' ship. Ultra Magnus is still getting the paint transfers off when he answers the door. Optimus went just to make sure Ultra Magnus was okay after his 'ordeal' but seeing all of Predakings paint transfers makes him... Lose him mind a little. Ultra Magnus doesn't know how they went from talking in the loading bay to him getting railed on his tiny berth but he's not complaining (he's a little busy moaning to complain)

Poor Magnus, caught between two mechs very determined to sire his sparklings, and very determined to deal with the war so Magnus will let them sire his sparklings 🤭🤭🤭

#ultra magnus #tfp ultra magnus #optimus prime #tfp optimus #opmags #predaking #predamags #valveplug #unironically i love when cold/stern characters are forced to deal with a bunch of people trying to fuck them #its so fun

36 notes · View notes

iztea · 4 months

Note

When i first started digital i would make a layer for everything basically for the face clipping make several layers to it and same for the hair/ background/ every piece of clothing...etc

I did take it down a notch recently and all but i just saw a video from samdoesart and noticed he LITERALLY JUST USES ONE LAYER FOR THE WHOLE PAINTING!!!??

sorry was wondering if you'd recommend a certain number of layers

the amount of layers you use is highly dependent on the style you're going for, the complexity of a piece, your personal drawing style and preference etc so i really don't believe there should be a certain amount of layers you should use. I myself fluctuate between using many layers or just painting everything on one so there really isn't a correct way or number to go for.

Howeverrrr, i think there is a certain threshold where layers become too excessive and turn into more of a burden than an aid, something that you probably noticed as well. If you find yourself becoming frustrated with the constant switching between layers for every single part you've singled out, then it's better to take notice of that and just tone down the number a bit. Samdoesarts, despite his guynextdoor vibes, is a professional and so of course he doesn't feel the need for many layers because he knows what he's doing and has a very clear workflow and style in mind. To some extent, i believe that using a minimal amount of layers does also stem from a place of confidence in your skills and/or process.

Me personally, I tone down the layer amount moreso out of laziness and because i don't like to have my flow interrupted by some "technical" errors as in "whoopsie i painted on the wrong layer again" so i just., really try to keep it as low as possible; sometimes it works sometimes it doesn't and i suffer

I add new layers every time i want to " try something new" or fix something whenever i'm still unsure of how it will turn out. New layers are for experimentation. I treat them like some sort of backup or checkpoint of some kind- that's their primary function for me. If the new thing i tried painting over doesn't work out i can just hide the layer i painted on and either try again or give up on that idea as i concluded it doesn't look good. A safety net, if u will.

One rule i do follow however no matter what is to always always have a separate layer for the hair- both color and lineart. that is the only thing i make a conscious decision to keep separate (because of previous struggles and failed attempts) For everything else, I just paint it on one layer with those aforementioned experimentation layers on top. Same for rendering. And i always merge them together once i think it looks good

I really don't like having too many layers cause it becomes annoying and messy. The only time I deliberately use a shiton of layers is for commissions, really.

i know i didn't really answer your question, but i really don't think i can recommend a certain number, so i just shared my experience with layers instead. Bottom line is, as long as you find them helpful, use as many layers as you want but don't overdo it

#i have a lot of pieces that i gave up on exactly bc there were too many layers and it was too overwhelming #so yeah less is more #tbh i have more hidden layers than active ones #my so-called “backups”#that i never refer to and refuse to delete “just in case”#i have maybe 2 or 3 active layers so to speak #i'd recommend being very loose with drawing and not very strict #but what do i know it's just personal preference #ask iztea

25 notes · View notes

wildyonderwillows · 2 years

Text

The Red Dress

Relationship: Billy Butcher x Reader Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4.9k+ Warnings: Explicit language, sexual content, and alcohol consumption Summary: Fourth of July Weekend had more than just fireworks.

Fourth of July weekend was the break you were hoping for. The weather was nice, hot but not terribly so, and most importantly, there was no mention or talk of Vought for the whole day. As much as you enjoyed taking those bastards down, it was nice to have a break, even if it was for a short time. And if that break consisted of a nice barbeque prepared by MM at his home, then so be it. Well, the party was held at Monique’s house but she was away with her parents with Janine for the weekend so you weren’t entirely sure if you and all of the boys were allowed to be here, but it wasn’t your concern. Besides, you knew MM probably asked for her permission, whether she agreed or not was what you were mainly unsure of.

Regardless, you were simply happy to relax, have some drinks, good food, and watch the fireworks. You even bought a new dress for the occasion since it wasn’t like your wardrobe was that nice and work appropriate, so to speak. The dress you bought was red which was not only perfect for the holiday but for the weather as well. It was light, flowy, had a nice neckline and with it being off the shoulder, it was the perfect blend of dressy-casual. The hem of the dress rested about midthigh which you found to be the perfect length.

Possibly, you were a tad overdressed since everyone else was probably in shorts and a t-shirt of some kind, but you didn’t care. You were comfy and happy the way you were. You gave yourself a quick once-over in the bathroom mirror, going in there originally to use the bathroom but got distracted by your own reflection and the need for sunblock. Normally, you didn’t care about UV protection but you were a bit exposed and didn’t want to be the color of your dress by the end of the night. Luckily for you, Monique had some in one of the bathroom drawers and you applied it generously to all the exposed parts of your body before leaving the bathroom.

As soon as you entered the hallway, you could immediately smell the smokiness of the grill and it made your stomach growl, awakening your hunger. You made your way through the house to the backyard to get a peek at what MM was cooking.

The sun shone brightly and you wished you brought a pair of sunglasses, but instead you shielded your eyes with your hand like a visor and walked over to the grill. You saw uncooked patties and hot dogs already splayed out in a neat order but before you could get any closer, MM stepped in front of you. He had on a white shirt and shorts, all hidden behind a very bright red apron, bright enough that it almost matched your dress.

“No peeking,” MM warned lightly, holding up a spatula in the air. You sighed with slight frustration, mainly because you were hungry and wanted an update on when the food would be ready, but you trusted MM and his cooking skills wholeheartedly.

“How much longer then?”

“At least another hour. It would go by faster but Frenchie is insisting on making some bread since he didn’t buy buns like I asked him to.” MM shook his head, frustrated.

“Do you want me to go out and buy some?” You didn’t care, as long as you could eat quicker.

“Only if you want to, (Y/N). But if you’re going to go, take Butcher and Hughie with you. They’re in the garage, probably vandalizing Todd’s car.” MM’s face turned up at the mention of Todd, Monique’s new boyfriend who you assumed was spending the weekend with them. He was a scrawny dude who did give you weird vibes, but as long as Monique was happy, you kept your thoughts to yourself as did MM, for now.

With a small wave, you made your way towards the garage to in fact find Butcher, who was gazing into the small fridge that was placed right by the parked car. “Where’s Hughie?” You asked and Butcher jumped at the question, cursing as he banged his head on the fridge ceiling.

“Christ (Y/N).” Butcher grumbled as he rubbed the spot on his head he just hit, slamming the fridge shut before his eyes landed on you. “Well, ain’t ya look like a patriotic princess,” he smirked and you rolled your eyes at him, not wanting to comment on how he was wearing the ugliest patterned Hawaiian shirt you had ever seen. It was a salmon color with bright yellow flowers and pineapple scattered across it.

“I need your keys,” you replied, ignoring his comment as well as the way Butcher was looking at you with that sheepish smile plastered on his face. “MM needs bread.”

“Frenchie on that with Kimiko.” Butcher kept staring at you, not even looking into your eyes as he spoke. “I need beer anyway, this house is dryer than a camel’s vagina.” You made a weird face at the reference, but Butcher didn’t seem to care since he was still staring at your dress.

“Butcher,” you snapped his name and he finally met your eyes. “Where’s Hughie?”

“In the front with Starlight and my beer.” You nodded in understanding, sensing Butcher’s frustration about the lack of alcohol in his system. He brushed past you and you followed him out of the garage and to his car. As soon as you two got in, Butcher started the car and you cranked up the AC. “Hot are ya?”

You shrugged, looking out the window to see Hughie and Annie laughing together which made you smile. “Just like the breeze.” You crossed one leg over the other which allowed for more air to hit your thigh, which also caught Butcher’s eye again. “Aren’t you going to drive?” You asked him, seeming to snap him out of whatever trance he was in as he began to back the car out.

The drive to the closest store was no more than ten minutes, but you felt like it took forever. You seemed to get stuck at every red light and of course, the streets were flooded with cars all trying to get to their holiday destination. It was annoying, to say the least, but Butcher seemed fine since he kept staring at you.

“What?” You seethed at him, your hunger starting to get the best of you. “Why do you keep looking at me?”

Butcher shook his head, his eyes going back to the road with a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “Your dress is short.”

“It’s like ninety degrees out.” You did pull the hem of your dress down a little, but it still sprang up and rested right above your knee. “And you don’t have to look, Butcher,” you added, which made him scoff.

“Hard not to.” Butcher glanced at you again before continuing to drive once the light turned green. “I can nearly see your knickers.”

“No you can’t!” You exclaimed, knowing perfectly well you picked the best underwear, which was also red, for this dress with the purpose for it to not be seen. “You’re just being a creep, that’s all.” Butcher shrugged in response, not making any further comments as you finally got through traffic and arrived at the store.

Once parked, you two headed off inside and went separate ways. You got two packages of hamburger and hot dog buns since you weren’t sure how many MM wanted or how many others were going to eat so you decided to play it safe. You then made your way over to the alcohol aisle, finding Butcher with a whole cart of beer, vodka, and spiked lemonade.

“It’s a barbeque, not a frat party.” You shook your head at him as you set the buns down on top of all the alcohol he was buying.

“I got water too.” Butcher lazily gestured to the small case of water buried underneath all of the alcohol. “Do ya want something else then, sweetheart, while we’re here? Maybe more fabric shrinker for that dress of yours, yeah?” You replied to his comment with an eye roll, starting to walk down the aisles with Butcher and the cart trailing behind you.

You were leading Butcher to the checkout since you were eager to get out of here and eat, but of course, the bakery section was right next to the checkout lanes and you knew it wouldn’t hurt to just look.

All of the pastries displayed were all very patriotic looking as well as delicious. You picked up the largest box of cupcakes you saw and put it in the cart, which Butcher made a face at.

“Why are they that red?” Butcher turned his nose up as he inspected the cupcakes. “You Americans and your food dye.”

“Your loss,” you nearly sang as you went to the self checkout section. You picked up the little scanner and hit all the barcodes of everything since you didn’t want to take everything out of the cart and repack it; Butcher handed you some cash to pay.

Heading back to the car, you let Butcher pack the trunk with all the booze he bought and you took the cupcakes with you to the front seat. You knew you should probably wait until you were back to dig into them, but you weren’t sure how long it would be till you ate and you were too hungry to wait.

The plastic container opened with a pop and the smell of sweetness hit your nose immediately. Right as you were about to pick up a cupcake, Butcher got in the car which took your attention away.

“Ya really gonna eat those?”

“Yeah,” you replied like it was obvious as you picked up the cupcake nearest to you. It was red velvet, artificially dyed as Butcher pointed out earlier but you didn’t care, frosted with white buttercream and blue star sprinkles. You peeled back the cupcake liner and took a bite, savoring it as you satisfied your hunger. “Want one?” You asked Butcher once you swallowed, seeming he was still looking at you. Butcher shook his head, sneaking glances at you as you continued to eat the cupcake on the drive back.

When you arrived back at the house, Hughie helped unload the trunk along with Annie and you all tried to fit as many beverages in the fridge as possible. It would have been smart to have a cooler but the thought of buying one at the store slipped your mind.

With everything put away, you got another update on the food from MM which was another hour. Well, it turned out while you and Butcher were at the store, Frenchie got mad at MM for getting store-bought buns and MM was away from the grill which meant everything he was cooking got burned. Luckily he had more, but you took it upon yourself to go ahead and grab another cupcake.

You scanned the kitchen fridge for some water to wash it down with, but you only found alcohol. You sighed as you stared at your uneaten cupcake, heading off to the garage where you found Butcher again along with Hughie, both chatting about something. You excused your way through, heading into the smaller fridge and grabbing a water.

“Where did you get that?” Hughie asked once you were in a better view, his eyes on the cupcake.

“Kitchen.” Hughie smiled at you in thanks, heading off to the kitchen rather giddy as you set your water down and started on your second cupcake. Before you could take a bite, Butcher grabbed it from you. “Hey!”

“Just wanna bite, see what’s so good about them.” He said casually as you tried to get the cupcake back. Butcher didn’t eat it as delicately as you did, seeming to take a bite of all frosting before handing it back to you. “Had better.” Great, just what you needed: a Butcher demolished cupcake you didn’t even want anymore.

You set the cupcake down beside the fridge, taking a swig of your water while Butcher continued to drink his beer, his eyes still on you. “You gotta stop looking at me,” you told him after about thirty seconds too long of just awkward silence.

“Don’t flatter yourself, looking at the cupcake.” You gave him a weird look, watching as Butcher walked towards you and set his beer down next to the cupcake before picking it up. “Not gonna finish it?”

“Not with your germs on it, no.”

Butcher seemed amused by your comment as he smiled slyly. “I didn’t touch this side.” Butcher rotated the cupcake to the side that was intact. “All yours.” You looked up at him, seeing his eyes were hungry but you weren’t sure if it was due to the food anymore. Butcher was definitely acting a little…off today, and you weren’t entirely sure why.

Maybe it was you or your outfit, really. It was the first time you wore something remotely girly in a while and maybe Butcher was seeing you in a new light? You weren’t entirely sure but in all honesty, you didn’t seem to mind either. You were flattered by the attention and Butcher wasn’t unattractive, he just got on your nerves, a lot. But what if that was his way of flirting?

You didn’t know and you couldn’t stay in your thoughts for long since Butcher was probably expecting you to do at least something instead of stand there like a damn idiot. So you did. You decided to test your theory and took a swipe of frosting with your finger and slowly sucked it clean.

“Rest is yours.” You broke the silence, but Butcher’s gaze remained on you.

“Rather eat somethin’ else if it’s alright with you.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at how forward he was being. “Subtlety is certainly not your strong suit, huh?”

“Says the one in the short dress.” Butcher mentioned your outfit choice again as he stepped closer to you. You had no choice but to move back a little, your back resting against the counter now. “I think you wore that purposefully.”

You scoffed, astonished. “You weren’t on my mind at all when I got this.” Honestly, he wasn’t. You got this dress because you liked it, not to give Butcher any satisfaction. “I don’t even like you like that.”

Butcher cocked an eyebrow. “Really? Not even after all these months of being around each other?” He set the cupcake down on the counter, hesitating what to do with his hands before setting them down on the counter as well, placing them on either side of you as he leaned closer to you.

“Definitely not.”

“Kiss me then and prove it.”

You barked out a laugh. “Fuck no.” You couldn’t hide the fact that your cheeks were heating up but you really hoped it wasn’t as noticeable as you thought it was . Maybe you should kiss Butcher, mainly just to shut him up, fuck with him, and most importantly, prove him wrong. “Wouldn’t want you getting the wrong impression.”

Butcher smiled, flashing those bright whites of his. “And what impression would that be?”

“That I like you.”

“Dontcha?” You shook your head and Butcher tsked as he shook his head, leaning even closer to you. “Not even a lil bit?” You shook your head again, taking in a breath as you realized how close his face was to yours. “Then one kiss should be nothing then, yeah?” You could smell the beer on his breath, masked with the sweetness of the cupcake.

Before you could respond, Butcher’s hand was on your cheek, the sensation did give you butterflies but you’re convinced you would feel them if it was anyone’s hand, and his lips were on yours. You weren’t sure what you were expecting, in all honesty, maybe a chaste kiss at most, but no, Butcher was milking this out. His kissed you deeply and seemed to intend for you to feel that kiss all the way down to your fucking core.

And shit, you did.

His lips were soft and his mustache surprisingly didn’t irritate you as much as you thought it would either. It was a nice kiss-Hell, probably one of the best you had in a while but you weren’t about to indulge Butcher in that. You sure as fuck weren’t going to kiss him back either since that would just prove him and his dumb theory right which you weren’t going to do. So you let him pull away first and let his hand linger on your cheek for a second longer than it should, and you let him stare at you with a flabbergasted look on his face as if he thought kissing you would change something.

Butcher’s thumb traced over your bottom lip before he dropped his hand down to his side. “Nothing?”

“Nothing,” you repeated. Again, you did like the sensation of Butcher touching your face, but perhaps you were touch deprived and enjoyed the new feeling.

Butcher hummed, seeming surprised and a little…disappointed. “Well,” he smiled, masking if anything was wrong, “sorry for misreading things.” With that, he grabbed his beer and left you alone in the garage, trying to wrap your head around what the fuck just happened.

Your eyes went to the cupcake still on the counter which you tossed on your way out of the garage. You made your way outside where everyone was gathered by the grill, thankful the food was finally ready. With a hamburger perfectly assembled on your flimsy plastic plate, you headed back inside and sat at the dining table across from Annie, who was eating two hot dogs.

You took a glance outside to see Butcher was out there along with the other boys and Kimiko was back inside now too, sitting next to you. She had two hamburgers on her plate, smiling eagerly down at her food. You watched the door to the backyard closely for about a minute, making sure no one else came inside before turning back to them.

“Butcher kissed me.”

Annie nearly choked on the bite she was chewing and Kimiko giggled. “What?!” Annie exclaimed after a couple of coughs, her eyes going wide. “When? Today?” You nodded, rehashing the whole story to Annie and Kimiko, leaving out the sexual remarks Butcher made of course. “And you just walked away? Like it was nothing?”

“Yeah?” You answered, a little confused. “What else would I have done? Butcher’s just fucking with me.”

“Or he could actually like you,” Annie countered and you shook your head, not believing it.

“If he did, then why now? All because of the dress?”

Annie shrugged, taking another bite of her food before speaking again. “Maybe he finally got around to doing something about it. Not like we have a bunch of free time.” Kimiko nodded in agreement to her and now you felt even more confused.

You could think of countless times you were alone with Butcher and he never mentioned any of this to you let alone let on the fact that he possibly liked you either. Maybe Annie was right and it wasn’t the perfect time to discuss anything personal like that but why did Butcher wait so long?

You shook your head at yourself, not wanting to think or overthink about this right now. Whatever was going on with Butcher could wait until tomorrow.

Or so you thought.

Butcher seemed to be avoiding you for the rest of the evening which you didn’t think much of at first but then you thought he was purposefully going out of his way to not be near you. Maybe he did like you and was being a big baby about you not kissing him back or whatever but it was starting to get on your nerves. You thought it was rude and childish and thought the best way was to confront Butcher but you weren’t sure how.

Well, luckily for you, Frenchie decided to shoot off some fireworks and realized he didn’t have enough to last through the whole night, but MM informed him there was more in the garage which Butcher volunteered to get. And well, you went with him since it was the perfect opportunity to talk to him again and figure out what was going on with him.

He didn’t speak to you when you two went into the garage and went behind the car to look for some while you stayed by the door, making sure to close it. You scanned the shelves above you to see the shelf closest to the ceiling had a giant cardboard box labeled FIREWORKS resting out of your reach.

“Found them!” You called to Butcher, hearing some rustling behind you till he was right next to you. You pointed at the box and Butcher reached up to grab the box, holding it against his chest and frowning as he looked into it.

“Fucking empty.” He sounded frustrated as he let the box drop to the floor, the sound making a small echo as it fell onto the cement that lined the garage floor. Butcher stomped off over to the fridge, grabbing himself another beer. He managed to get the cap off by banging it on the counter which was quite impressive honestly, but he seemed to be fuming as he gulped down his beer.

“Did I piss you off or something?” You blurted out the thought on your mind, wishing you didn’t say that but it was too late now.

“No.” Butcher replied without even looking at you, keeping his eyes focused on Todd’s car in front of him, nursing his beer. Yeah, that was a real fucking believable “no”.

You ran a hand through your hair, unsure of what to say. A part of you was starting to think maybe Annie was right: Butcher liked you and you rejected him in a way. He was not taking the rejection well but in all honesty, you did think Butcher was just trying to mess with you because that was what he did. You never really thought of Butcher liking you either, let alone how you felt about that or about Butcher.

Maybe Butcher’s flirting was actual flirting and you were just an idiot. Well, there was only one way to find out.

With Butcher still sulking or whatever he’d like to call it, you walked over to him, unnoticed until you spoke again. “Gee Butch, I would’ve kissed you back if I knew you were going to be such a baby about it.” Yeah, that would do it.

Butcher’s eyes snapped to you and you smiled at him rather innocently. He set his beer down behind him and turned to face you, arms crossed. “I wouldn’t have kissed you in the first place if I knew you were gonna follow me around like some little puppy dog the whole night.”

You huffed in amusement. “All I wanted was to talk to you since you’ve been avoiding me.”

“Well love, what else was I supposed to do, huh? Kiss that pretty face of yours? Or how about showing ya how much I like you and that dress of yours, hm?” So maybe Annie was right…But before you could think on it more, you got distracted by how close Butcher’s face was to yours again. “But that’s not what you wanted sweetheart, was it? So maybe I am avoiding ya, unless you proved me right and changed your mind?”

“You’re not right.” Was all you could say because you didn’t want to give Butcher the satisfaction, not yet at least.

“Then why did you follow me? Clearly me not talking to ya must’ve hit some nerve, huh?”

“Because it’s rude and-”

“That the only reason?” Fuck, you hated what game Butcher was playing since you knew you were going to lose. “Or maybe you can’t stand the thought of me not giving you an ounce of attention?”

“I am not needy,” you laughed in disbelief.

“Never said you are.” A smile formed on Butcher’s face but it was rather wicked. “All I’m saying (Y/N) is you couldn’t stand me never lookin’ at you again or expressing how insanely attracted I am to you, can you? You can roll your eyes all ya want but I know you want me.”

Butcher uncrossed his arms to grab your hands, guiding them to wrap around his neck. Once they were secured there, he grabbed you by the hips and hoisted you up onto the counter. His hands moved down to the hem of your dress, his fingers tracing the exposed skin of your thighs, teasingly.

“If you want me to stop,” Butcher leaned in closer and you felt his hands push up the hem of your dress ever so slightly, “tell me.” You didn’t say anything, continuing to stare at Butcher and that shit-eating grin he now had on his face as his lips were nearing yours. “Last chance.” You sat up a little straighter and spread your legs so that they were wrapped around Butcher. “Fucking knew-”

You pulled him into a kiss before he could finish that statement, feeling him smile against the kiss. He kissed you back quickly, as if wanted to make sure that if you pulled away again, he would at least get in another kiss. You had no intention of pulling away and it seemed neither did Butcher. His hands kept moving further up your thighs and you began to unbutton that shirt of his, running your hand along his chest hairs before making your way down to his abdomen. His skin was smooth and muscled, feeling nice against your hand, but you halted when you got to the waistline of his shorts.

Part of you wanted to just go all in, but you decided to tease him a bit. You moved your hand to the front of his shorts, palming his cock through the fabric. Butcher broke out of the kiss and locked eyes with you, an eyebrow raised as if he was saying “Two can play at this game.”

Whatever game you were playing with Butcher, he was winning.

Your dress was now pulled up to your waistline, exposing the red underwear Butcher claimed he could see earlier. He had his finger hooked around the front, moving it up and down the fabric with his knuckle moving against your clit. You panted quietly, not wanting to draw attention to what you two were doing.

Butcher began kissing and nipping at your neck as he continued to tease you while your hands fumbled with the zipper of his shorts, wanting to feel more of him. “You first,” Butcher whispered in your ear as he guided your hands away from his shorts. You weren’t sure what Butcher meant but got the idea when he placed himself in between your thighs. “Still don’t like me, hm?” He smirked as he noticed the visible wet stain in your panties. He ran his tongue over the front of your panties, nearly feeling his tongue against your clit. You couldn’t help but let a moan escape, hearing it echo in the garage.

Your hands found their way into Butcher’s hair, practically digging your nails into his scalp as he pushed your underwear aside and began to lick your clit. Your head fell back and you closed your eyes, savoring the feeling as you didn’t want it to end. At least you found a better use for Butcher’s mouth because fuck was he good at this. It was like he already had you all figured out and he had been doing this to you for years. You couldn’t control what words spilled out of your mouth at this point but Butcher didn’t care. He licked you like that damn frosting on the cupcake, licking it all till there was none left just like he was licking you until you came. Butcher, of course, milked out every bit of that before pulling away, leaving you breathless and panting.

“Much better than a cupcake.” You wanted to roll your eyes at him but all you could do was smile and let him kiss you again.

Once you had come down from your orgasm, you resumed your attention to Butcher’s cock. He didn’t stop you this time when you got his shorts down and broke out of the kiss when you finally wrapped your hand around his cock. He was already so slicked with precum that it didn’t take him long to finish either but fuck, you couldn’t wait to do this again with him.

Butcher cupped your face with his hands and kissed you rather sweetly before pulling away. He came back seconds later with a rag, poured some water on it from one of the bottles in the fridge, and cleaned you up. He tossed the rag to the side when he was done and helped you off the counter before hiking his shorts up and buttoning his shirt.

“You gotta admit, (Y/N), you have to like me just a little bit.” You shrugged nonchalantly, letting Butcher take your hand as you two walked out of the garage.

“Maybe just a little bit,” you agreed with a giggle and Butcher gave you a kiss on the forehead before you two walked outside to join everyone else again.

“I take it there were no fireworks?” Hughie asked, a knowing look on his face.

“They made their own, petit Hughie, can’t you tell?” Frenchie snickered which made everyone laugh, except Butcher.

“Oh fuck off you lot.” Butcher spat but you could see the smile he was holding back which made you smile even more.

#billy butcher x reader #billy butcher x you #the boys fanfiction #billy butcher fanfic #the boys #billy butcher #reader #hughie campbell #annie january #mothers milk #frenchie #kimiko #one shot

389 notes · View notes

bonny-kookoo · 1 year

Text

KTH/JJK: Dreamer 3

In which both Taehyung and Jungkook decide that there's enough love for three.

Tags/Warnings: poly, strangers to lovers au, hybrid reader, personal trainer kook, high end clothing label owner&designer tae, mild angst, mentions of (past) homelessness

Additional Chapter Warnings: more cute fluff, little angst

Length: short/mid

<- Previous | Next ->

"You like soft fabrics?" Taehyung asks, having noticed that over the course of the past few months of getting ti know you, you've been mostly wearing the colorful fluffy socks Jungkook had bought randomly while coming home from work one day. You nod at the question of the designer sitting next to you, and he nods. "It suits you." He hums more or less in thought, before Jungkook walks in, climbing over the back of the couch to sit on your other side, though he does lean over to give Taehyung a kiss as a hello.

"What's up, kitty." He greets you after that, flicking one of your ears before he relaxes. "God I'm beat today. I honestly just wanna sleep!" He laughs, rubbing his biceps which might still hurt from working out today.

"How about you nap with her while I go sketch out some stuff? I'll order food later." Taehyung suggests, slowly getting up.

"If that's okay with you?" Jungkook asks, before looking at you. "I'll never pass an opportunity to nap with the cuddlebug." He teases, a nickname given due to your growing clinginess with both of them. It's not surprising- they're both lovely people to be around, very kind and caring, both to each other but also with you.

Though it does confuse you a lot.

You know that Taehyung and Jungkook are partners, both platonically and romantically. Still, both of them seem very open about their attraction to you, in their own ways- something that makes you wonder what they reay want. They've been nothing but nice to you until now. Surely they must want something back from you.

To you're here for pleasure? Then why does no one ask you about it?

It's odd.

"What's going on in that head of yours?" Jungkook asks, pointing a finger at your forehead before tracing it down over the bridge of your nose, staying at the tip before bringing his hand back down away from you and into his lap. "You're more quiet than usual." He mumbles.

"I'm.. still not sure what you want from me." You say, looking at him. "Surely it can't just be.. platonic company and occasionally playing doll for Taehyung." You question, and Jungkooks eyes widen for a split second. "I'm unsure what you want me to do. Is sleeping with me an.. innuendo for sex, and I'm not getting it?" You ask, and he shakes his head.

"Absolutely not- I'm sorry if it ever felt that way." He apologizes turning towards you. "You're not really here for anything, really."

"But then why have me here?" You ask, frustrated.

"Do you not want to be here?" Taehyung asks, walking back into the living room having heard the discussion. "If you don't want to be here, you're free to leave."

"Taehyung.." Jungkook asks softly, unsure if his partner is actually serious. They can't just throw you back out like that.

"Its not.. I'm just confused." You sigh, pulling your legs close before wrapping your arms around them. "You act.. sometimes you act towards me like you do towards each other." You mumble, and that's when it clicks.

"Oh.." Jungkook laughs, heart lighter now that he knows it's 'just' that.

"Well, that's because we like you similar to how we like each other. You could even call it a crush, if you want." The oldest shrugs with no shame, leaving Jungkooks to his his face in his palm, unable to hide his shyness compared to his boyfriend.

"I- uh.." you stutter, ears pinned back as your cheeks flush red at those bold words.

"Of course, if you don't feel the same or it makes you uncomfortable, we can easily stop and leave it at that. We won't kick you out just because you don't like us that way." Taehyung makes sure to emphasize, folding a blanket before he places it on one side of the couch.

"What if I'm.. breaking you two apart?" You quietly worry, and its Jungkooks hand now on your back that tries to reassure you.

"You won't. We're not that easy to pull apart, trust me." He smiles, and at that, you sigh.

"What now?" Taehyung chuckles at your frustrated face, watching you.

"Nothing." You huff, before letting yourself fall onto the couch, face first into the neatly folded blanket.

"Well.. that's one way to give an answer." Jungkoom laughs, swatting at your tail that's been swaying in his face.

"I'd say give her some time to think about it." Taehyung shrugs, though he seems optimistic about it all.

Jungkook ends up following Taehyung for a nap into the bedroom- and all seems done and over with, until a quiet cat hybrid sneaks between them bothtail curling around Jungkooks wrist while your hands hold Taehyungs.

And with your eyes closed and quiet purrs, you don't notice the lovestruck smiles on the guys faces as they watch you sleep-

Your silent answer very much loud and clear.

89 notes · View notes

acefictionwriting · 2 months

Note

May I have a crumb of Donny Nova content?? Like a little first date drabble?? I promise I will be Very Normal and can be trusted with Bandstand content in 2024 🥺

My first ask!!!! From someone I definitely do not know since they’re anonymous and have not been thanking all night in discord!! I hope this is alright Anon!! Btw Donny is annoying here but he’s always like that so 👍🏻

Donny Nova knew what fear was. He spent Three Years and Eight months experiencing the worst sort of fear known to man. SURELY that meant he could ask out his crush. That’s what he told himself.

He told himself that it would be easier than he thought. That if half the band (David) could have a new date every night, surely he could go on one. You clearly liked him, despite being way too shy to say so, so he thought he would take the chance.

You worked at the bar they were playing at, so right after the last set, he said goodbye to the guys and walked over to you. He ignored David cheering, and Johnny’s sincere (but too loud) encouragement. He ignored everything to focus on actually walking over to you.

There you were, waiting tables and looking like heaven as you did every night. Which is to say it nearing 11 pm and you were a mess from working all day, and he still saw you as beauty itself.

“Hiya!” Donny said, in his usual greeting. You notice his voice is a shred higher than normal today, and he clears his throat in surprise at his own voice.

“Hi Donny! I’m just finishing my shift, you played great tonight! Really helped me get through the work.”

“Glad to hear it. Say… are you free tomorrow?”

“What? Why are you asking?”

“Well I just. I mean. We have a set tomorrow at The Blue Whisp, at seven. Do you wanna come?”

His thoughts were racing, did he just ask you out? He couldn’t believe he actually did that.

“I see you preform almost every night, Donny…”

shit.

“Well I was also wondering if you wanted to get dinner there after. They have pretty good sliders there, I know you like those… and maybe a drink after?

“Oh… Donny, are you asking me out?”

There was a pause, he was nervous about outright saying it. He was a music celebrity, but he didn’t compare to you. What if you said no?? He had to go for it though, another moment without being going steady with him was too many moments.

“I mean. Yeah.” He said, hoping that didn’t sound too awkward. It did, however, sound terribly awkward.

You also paused, momentarily unsure how to react.

”Alright then, I’ll see you there, Mister Nova.”

He thought he would burst right there.

The next night, you dressed up and went to The Blue Whisp. Donny had stressed all night over what to wear, and how to tell you how beautiful you were, because you were always beautiful. His hands were shaking all day with his nerves, and the band kept teasing him, asking him if he would be able to make it through the set. Thankfully, Wayne had his back, and managed to keep most of Davy’s taunting at bay.

He saw you, of course. It took him halfway through the set, but he saw you there in the crowd. He almost fumbled the verse, luckily it was a song about you, so it was hard to mess up with you in front of him when it was just all the things he wanted to say to you. He hoped you knew it was about you.

After the set, he sat down to eat with you. His hands were still shaking. You both ate your sliders, making semi-awkward conversation, with pauses that were both awkward and comfortable. Donny thought that felt right, to be awkward and just right at the same time. It was a first date after all. You both talk mainly about you, your likes, your dislikes, everything he could think to ask you that seemed ok for a first date. Donny did his best to talk about himself, and you were kind in the questions you asked, keeping them surface level. You knew Donny hated thinking about his life at all, even things as small as his favorite color were difficult to pry from him. You made note of this in slight teasing, and he finally laughed. You could always make him smile. When dinner was over, he had a plan. First, he glanced back at the stage to make sure the boys had left, he had had enough teasing from them tonight. Everyone had left except Johnny and Davy, who were at the bar together trying to get the attention of a waitress. With everyone else out of the way, he grabbed your hand and led you backstage, which was something few people got to see. It was messy and barren, but he led you right to his piano.

“Do you know how to play?”

Teaching the girl how to play piano was one of the oldest romantic tricks in the book right?

“Yeah, I actually do!” You said excitedly.

Well there goes that plan. He stared at you, absolutely astounded.

“You- you know how to play?”

“I just said I did Donny. But it’s been a while since I played.”

You took a seat at the piano as he continued staring at you in shock. He eventually stumbled over to you as you started playing one of your favorite songs. He couldn’t believe he found a girl like you, who could play just like he could. His ego said he was better than anyone but his heart said he could listen to you for hours.

Having a professional piano player watch you made you incredibly nervous. Your finger slipped, you hit one wrong note, and your hands flinched back. You immediately put them in your lap and nervously picked at your fingers.

“Oh. Like I said, it’s been a while since I practiced. Sorry-“

“What? What do you mean? That was great! I mean you could probably replace me with a little practice.”

”What- no, Donny, I-“

”Yeah, you just need practice. You know what scoot over. I’ll practice with you.”

Before you could protest, Donny had slid next you on the bench. He smiled at you and played a few keys.

“Come on, just copy me.”

“Donny I don’t think-“

“No, I could see it in your eyes earlier, you love to do this. And you did really well! Just practice with me. One song! Just one song and I’ll let it go!”

You sighed, knowing that when don’t got excited like this he wouldn’t stop. That’s why Julia joined the band in the first places. Actually it’s why most people in the band did. He was relentless.

“Fine. One song, and that’s it Donny!”

He was so glad you were letting him get a way with this, because he really thought you wouldn’t. He was desperate to hear you play again and with how nervous you were he didn’t know if you would without a little prodding.

For the rest of the night, Donny sat with you, and played at the lower end while you mimicked his playing. As the night went on, you opened up, laughing and getting more excited to play. His energy and enthusiasm were infectious. Sometimes, his hands would hold yours as he showed you proper hand placement. You both blushed at that, but he pretended he wasn’t, despite it being more visible everytime you mentioned it.

“You are… astonishing. I mean- wow! You.. you really have talent.”

He showered you in compliments like those all night. You were worthy of every one of them.

Eventually, the bar did have to close. Donny walked you home, wanting you to be safe. He also wanted to be a gentleman after you endured his more… persistent and difficult side. He wasn’t always like that, and he wanted you to know it. You walked in a very comfortable silence this time, less like dinner and more like a silence you would be ok with having everyday of your life if you could.

“Thank you, for walking me home, Donny.” You said, turning to face him as you approached your front door.

“Oh, well. Thank you for letting me. I know I was a bit, uh, pushy earlier.” He made sure not to swear around a lady. He was really trying his best to be his best self for you.

“Well, you have me a wonderful night, Donny, even if you were pushy.”

Oh thank god, he thought.

“However-”

oh no.

“It means that you still owe me a good date Donny. Care to go on another Saturday?”

This was one of many times that night you had made his jaw drop. He had lost count. You were just too astounding. Too understanding. Too wonderful. Too perfect. How did you exist?

“Donny?”

“YEAH. Um. Yeah! Yeah absolutely we can do that. I mean if you want-”

“I’m asking you, Donny. Of course I want a second date.”

“Right, yeah. I mean obviously you do. B Because you asked I mean.”

“Right. Well Donny, I think it’s time to say goodnight…”

”yeah…”

There it was again. That silence that was awkward and perfect at the same time. Then you did something he really didn’t expect. Just as he went to turn around and leave, you kissed him. He gasped, and froze in place. He turned around to look at you and ask if you really did that, but all he saw was your door closing and a brief flash of a bright red face darting inside,

He smiled. He really couldn’t believe he found a girl as good as you.

#Donny Nova x Reader #Donny Novitski x reader #bandstand x reader

10 notes · View notes