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angel-of-the-moons · 3 months

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Alone Time

Moon Knight System (Marc, Steven, Jake) x Fem! Reader

TW/CW: NSFW, Fluff, smut, oral (m + f! receiving), protected sex, PiV sex, Jake has a certain kink, unprotected sex, every good mama deserves to have a train run on her, body insecurities, affirmations, porn with a big heaping slice of life, could this be considered cucking? Or voyeurism/exhibitionism?, broken condom

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

This fic is connected to "Small Surprises" Pt. 1 and Pt. 2.

A/N: I had to do it lmao.

Taglist: @simp4-fictional-men @autismsupermusicalassassin @princessakirika @mochimoqa @pimosworld

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Your life was a strange one, now. You'd gotten used to the looming, musty-smelling god that lingered in your apartment and spent time with your daughter; you'd gotten so used to having the man--er, men--in your life at your side when you wake up in the morning.

You'd especially gotten attached to their little fishy friends!

But, hey, you wouldn't change it for the world. Hanukkah and Christmas came and went, so did New years. Poor Victoria, she was hiccuping and crying because the fireworks were too loud and terrified her, prompting Jake to immediately cradle her, and even Khonshu moved to slam your windows closed to muffle the sounds. (Although you lectured him about cracking one of the panes in his haste.)

And now, Valentine's Day was coming up, and you weren't entirely sure what to get for your boys.

Victoria, bless her tiny, sweet, adorable little heart, cut out some messy, colorful, and craft-herpes (glitter) covered hearts to each of them, doodling various things each man liked. Steven's heart was brown with gold glitter and had little Egyptian designs scribbled here and there, Marc had a few sports items drawn on his white and blue-glitter heart, Jake had a bright yellow and white heart, a crude scribble of his car drawn on next to his name.

She even made one for Khonshu. It was gaudy. Bright, neon pink, purple and blue glitter all over, and had small drawings of birds on it, with a crescent moon with a smiley face in the middle. His face couldn't emote, but you couldn't help but grin like an idiot (and had to elbow Steven in the gut to keep him quiet) as your innocent daughter handed her little art project to her "Cranky Bird Grandpa 'Shu". You were positive his pride took a blow when he accepted it in front of the two of you, but the way he gingerly held the little gift silently told you that he did, infact, like it.

Why Khonshu's personality seemed to shift around you and Victoria, you were unsure. You'd never asked, and to be honest you kinda didn't wanna know. You just chocked it up to, hopefully, Khonshu realized his existence didn't have to solely revolve around justice and violence. That some of his more forgotten attributes could be indulged in; such as him being a protector and a healer.

One time, Victoria fell and scraped her knee at the park, bawling as blood trickled down her delicate little leg. Before you or Marc could leap to your feet, Khonshu was there (invisible to others, of course) and whispered something to her. She repeated it, and by the time you two got there, Khonshu was gone, disappeared into a puff of mist, and Victoria was no longer injured.

Marc had asked her, worried, about what Khonshu said to her, the moment you got into the car. You were vaguely paying attention, at first, distracted at how his beard had come in, and he'd stopped being so meticulous about his appearance that his usually raven locks and beard (the one Jake insisted they grow out) were peppered with silver.

"What did he say, Vicky?" Marc asked.

"Jus' said that I had to say the words." Victoria answered vaguely, playing with her little scarab plushie in the back seat.

"What words, baby?" Marc asked, feeling a nervous sweat break out on his neck. You had to place your hand on his thigh to snap him back to reality.

"The words!" Victoria said, pursing her cute little face, her nose all scrunched up at his lack of automatically knowing what she meant. "He said, I gotta say the words to ask for help, so he can fix me!"

"...Wait." You turned in your seat to look back at her as you approached a red light, Marc watching her warily through the rear-view.

"Honey, do you mean a prayer?"

"Duh!" She scoffed, like it was obvious. "'Shu used to fix people all the time, he says. But nobody says the words no more so he can't. I had to say em so he could do it!"

You and Marc blink at each other, mulling over what your daughter just told you, a thick silence hanging in the air that was only cut through by her munching on some veggie sticks (all carefully arranged by color, of course. The red ones tasted the best, so they went first!).

"....I forgot he could do that." Marc murmured softly, looking back at the road as the light turned green.

"Yeah!" Victoria peeped. "'Shu says he can't do it no more cause it's hard. It's easier to find bad guys than fix people 'cuz they don't him ask for it no more."

You watch as Marc's jaw tenses and a look of confliction creases his brow.

Living under basically forced servitude tends to blind one to any benevolence their "benefactor" may have possessed at one point.

...And apparently still possessed. He'd never thought--none of them had--to consider that Khonshu never dispatched them to heal anyone, because A.) Nobody prayed to him for that anymore. B.) It wasn't in Moon Knight's abilities to heal anyone. And C.) Evil was just so much easier to root out.

The rest of the ride home was quiet; Marc, Jake, and Steven's headspace abuzz with this revelation.

You, meanwhile, still stressed out over what to get Marc, Steven, and Jake.

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"I still don't trust him." Marc muttered stubbornly.

"I understand why, and you have your rights to." You sigh softly, kneading the muscles in his shoulders. You were sitting behind him on the bed, his legs draped over the edge. "But you have to admit, he's strangely... sweet to Victoria."

"I don't trust it." He huffs again, his eyes closing as your thumbs work a particularly stiff knot between his shoulders.

"I know. But believe me, if he tries anything..." You mutter as your brow creases and you apply just a bit more pressure, earning a groan and a strained chuckle from Marc.

"Shit, I think the old man is more scared of you than what the Ennead might do to him if he fucks with the sky again." He says. "You and that broom."

You grin and press yourself against his back, resting your cheek on his shoulder as you slip your arms around his midsection, feeling the mix of softness and muscle, there.

"Well... me and my broom are fearless companions." You chuckle.

Marc stutters out a short huff as your fingers brush the trail of hair running beneath waistband of his sweatpants. They were doing very little to conceal the growing erection that throbbed against his thigh.

Marc tipped his head and looked at the monitor next to the bed, showing that Victoria was happily snuggled in bed, curled up with her arms squeezing Digger the scarab plush and snoozing peacefully.

Thank god that little girl usually slept like the dead...

"So..." You say, leaning in to nip at his ear as you comb your fingers through his curls, small water droplets clinging to the strands. Your nails scraping against his scalp, he groaned.

"You don't gotta work for the old man tonight." You say, kissing down his neck and to his shoulder, feeling how goosebumps formed beneath your soft lips; your hand slowly sliding up from his happy trail to his chest.

"Ay, hermano, you don't say yes I'll fuck her for you." Jake's voice rang out.

Marc grunted at his unwanted offer and demand; usually when it came to being intimate with you, the two of you worked out a system, setting up times, etcetera. And when spontaneous things like this happened, Jake and Steven would leave you and Marc alone, and the other ways around.

But of course Jake would occasionally peek in to tell Marc different things to do to you to get the best reaction, or hell, sometimes he'd cheer Marc on like a weird perverted, one-man cheerleader.

"Hmmm... Jake?" You chuckle, taking a small bit of his muscle in between your teeth playfully.

"Fuck. Yeah." Marc gasped, your palm sliding slowly back down until it was all the way under his sweats, stroking his throbbing cock leisurely. He could feel Jake linger, just barely... he would be a spectator tonight, it seemed.

"Ah, should've known. Steven's a good boy and tends to leave everyone alone when it comes to one-on-one time." You chuckle, placing a small kiss to your bite mark. They'd be gone by the time he suited up next, but you knew all the boys had preferred little "badges" to wear.

With Marc, he liked your bite marks, your hand occasionally tugging on his hair. With Steven, it was hickeys and lipstick stains. With Jake, it was scratches on his chest and back, maybe a bitten lip.

However you were all careful not to make them too obvious. The one time Victoria brought up a hickey she spotted on Steven's throat, you swore you saw steam puff out of his ears and his brain explode.

"A-A bug bit me, poppet, th-that's all!" He told her.

"Oh! Okay." She replied to him, not questioning it further, content to go back to playing with her dolls. (She had mummified one of them while you two were making lunch, which concerned you because Khonshu helped so it was as frighteningly accurate as it could get on a chunk of plastic...)

Marc groaned and he bucked his hips up into your touch, his hand falling to where he felt yours beneath his pants, encouraging you.

"Damn, baby." He huffed, already feeling beads of precum begin to drop from the tip of his dick.

You tug his head to the side and kiss him hungrily, your lips connecting as your tongues sloppily danced with one another.

"Your mouth?" Marc hissed.

You nod with a hum slipping around him and to your knees on the soft carpet at his feet, your eyes dark and hungry as he lifted his hips, letting your soft, delicate hands pull his sweats all the way down.

"We honestly may as well stop getting dressed right out of the shower." You chuckle, biting your lip as you pump his cock with your hand, your cheek resting on his thick thigh while you give him a teasing look.

You press your thumb against the weeping head of his dick, sighing. "....because either way, one of you boys get wound up and we wind up naked again."

"Can't help it around you." Marc groaned as you ran your tongue up the underside of his length, tracing the pulsing vein there.

"Clothes just fly off on their own when you're around us, baby."

You snort and roll your eyes, giving his tip a little love nip before licking the large drop of sweet-salty fluid off it, and popping it in between your lips and swallowing him down.

"Fuck." He growled as you bobbed your head, sucking tight and hollowing your cheeks while he petted your damp hair shakily.

"So fucking good, baby."

You moan appreciatively, squirming as you feel your panties start to squish, your clit throbbing almost in tune with his pulse as you take him deeper.

You gag a bit when he gets a little overzealous, and he pulls you back, panting and brows pinched up in concern. "Shit, you okay?"

"Yeah, I just need a teeny bit of a warning next time, honey." You giggled before pulling him back into the hot wet cavern of your mouth.

Marc's eyes rolled back in bliss as your tongue stroked him, his lips snagging his teeth beautifully as his eyes drift to the monitor again to check on Victoria.

Dead asleep, but this time with a little foot poking out from her blankets.

He made a soft whine as the plush of your lips squeezed his sensitivity flesh, your teeth grazing just after, providing a singular myriad of sensations.

Gods, your mouth was downright sinful. The first time you gave him a blowjob, he thought he died again, his orgasm slamming into him like a runaway train.

Afterwards, you sheepishly admitted that sometimes, the only way your ex would get intimate with you while you were pregnant was oral, because he said the sight of your stretch marks made him uncomfortable, and he had his concern for "the kid".

Yeah, it was more likely because he was already having sex with your friend on the side by that point.

But with your boys? They loved whatever they could get, and treasured every millisecond of it. Sometimes a little too much; Steven had a habit of cumming before he even properly fucked you, especially while spending time between your legs with his tongue to the point you were worried he smothered between your thighs.

So many times he'd stain the insides of his boxers and pants, just from eating you out.

Marc groaned, his cock jerking in your mouth to signal you he was going to cum; and you hummed around him greedily, sucking harder to milk him of whatever he could give you.

"Fuuuuck--" He breathed hard, the first spurt of cum shooting out and coating your tongue; his taste heavy and thick and oh-so addicting as you happily drank him down, swirling your tongue around as you pulled off.

Marc chuckled breathlessly and collapsed onto the bed, his arm resting over his face, "Shit... I swear you could suck the soul outta one of us."

You slowly crawl up his body, looking down at him as you support yourself with your hands and knees with a cheeky grin. "That good, huh?"

Marc leaned up and kissed you softly on the lips. "That good."

His hands find their way up your thighs to cup your ass, kneading the soft flesh as he bunched your microfiber sleep shorts beneath his fingers. "Now lemme return the favor."

You squeaked and laughed as he flipped you on your back, his hands almost ripping your buttons on your shirt open to get to the skin beneath, licking and placing open mouth kisses as he moved down to your breasts, his tongue flattening over your perked nipples as his hand slides down to your tummy.

You squirmed a bit, you always do when he palms your squishy lower half. After having Victoria, you didn't "bounce back" like those gorgeous mothers online always seemed to. Your belly was stretched, visible purple marks that faded to an almost silvery sheen over time, but you just couldn't lose the weight that came with your pregnancy.

Your ex didn't like your obvious signs of your growing child within your womb, but your boys? Gods, they adored it. Because it was proof you carried that sweet, adorable, curious little girl that you all loved so much; your body keeping her safe and warm until she was ready to greet the world for the first time.

"Baby." Marc said, looking at you, his dark eyes soft and loving as his flattened his calloused palm over your squishy tummy.

"C'mon... I know that look."

"I... I can't help it." You mumble as he plants feather-soft kisses over your eyelids.

"You need to stay off those mom forums." He joked. "They're full of photoshopped women, or women who can afford surgery to hide a previous pregnancy."

"I know..."

Marc leaned down, kissing his way down your tummy, planting more and more kisses over each and every stretch mark, until his lips reached the waistband of your shorts.

"You're fucking gorgeous, baby. Every scar and bit of baby fat included."

His fingers tapped your hips and you lifted them so he could all but rip them down your legs, practically licking his chops as his eyes landed on your soaked and puffy folds, a soft patch of hair on your mons.

He kissed his way down, further, his thumb spreading your lips and labia, smearing your slick around as his lips formed an "o" around your clit.

You moaned deeply, hand tangling in his mass of untamed curls as his fingers toy with your entrance; tracing it but not sliding inside.

"Marc!" You bucked impatiently.

"So greedy." He chuckled, the vibrations from his voice sending jolts through your clit, making you jump and yelp.

The way his beard tickled and scraped your cunt and thighs had your head swimming, your slick soaking the salt and pepper hairs on his face.

When his fingers finally plunged in, your toes curled and your hands gripped your blankets tight.

"Marc." You mewled.

Marc used his thumb to pull the hood of your clit back as his index and middle fingers curled inside your tight, gummy walls; giving his tongue unfettered access to wrap around the sensitive nub.

You hips tilted and your back arched, and you had to bite down on your lip to stifle the cries that wanted to come from your mouth. Your clit was sensitive, it always was; but god forbid your baby daddy ever give a fuck about that.

Marc and the boys? Oh, they loved to abuse that knowledge every time you two were intimate. Especially when they were using their mouths on you.

"Shit, we need to find a babysitter Vicky's comfortable with." Marc growled in between open mouth kisses to your sweet lips, his fingers curling in the most devilish way.

"Wanna hear how loud we can get ya."

You hiccuped softly in an effort to control your breathing and stuttering voice as your orgasm started to creep up on you. All you could do was blabber out a short "yes" when Marc nipped at your clit again, pressing his fingers up at juuuuust the right angle, sending your eyes rolling so far back into your head you swore you could probably see your own brain for a split second as those wonderful waves of ecstasy beat away at the shores of your sanity.

Marc continued to thrust and curl his fingers, slowing down to stretch out your orgasm until you were ready, your poor hungry hole fluttering and clenching around his digits for more.

Marc, the cheeky little shit, made a lewd display of licking his fingers clean, spreading them into a wide "v" as he wrapped his tongue around each one, licking you completely clean.

You growled playfully and pulled him down to you, slipping your tongue past his lips, tasting a little of yourself in his mouth as your kiss turned sloppy and very messy; his beard soaked all the way through from how much you had gushed onto his tongue and mouth.

When you parted (because your brains finally told you that you needed oxygen to keep living) you were both flushed and hungry for more, and Marc reached down, squeezing your baby fat softly.

"All this is ours, and we aren't trading it for anything."

And damn, did he spend the rest of the night proving it to you.

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"Aunt Layla!" Victoria squealed, running and practically leaping into the woman's arms.

"'Tawar." She giggled, waving excitedly at the hippo-woman trailing just behind.

Layla laughed loudly and you grinned as she and your daughter brushed noses. It was weird, at first, meeting Marc's ex-wife (and Steven's ex-girlfriend) but you were happy they were still on friendly terms, friendly enough, that Layla wanted to meet you and your little girl.

Victoria latched onto her immediately, the moment she sat down in your living room, the curious girl pattered up to her after waking up from her nap, still drowsy as she clambered onto the sofa, and curled up in Layla's nap, resting her head on her chest.

It was so cute you almost started crying. Even the goddess, Taweret, squealed and wiggled her feet at the sight. Given she was the goddess of mothers, children, and other related things, it made sense that she adored your daughter (like Khonshu, but the old pigeon would never admit to it.)

Taweret tagged along on most visits because she wanted to meet the woman and child responsible for gaining so much trust and love from the boys to ease their pain and loneliness. She also just wanted to meet your daughter because, c'mon. Victoria was adorable and everyone so far loved her. Even the "bloody old pigeon" as she and Steven were so fond of calling Khonshu.

Layla settled and hefted your child onto her hips, walking over to give you a side hug and you two exchanged cheek kisses in greeting.

"Hey, love!" Layla said to you both. "How have things been!"

"Oh, wonderful. Victoria's started reading multi-chapter books already." You sigh, smiling in wonder at your daughter.

Victoria giggled bashfully and started rubbing her cheek onto Layla's, reaching out to touch Taweret's outstretched palm.

"Really? So soon?" Layla blinked in amazement.

"Yeah, the doctor said it's not entirely uncommon that some autistic children develop certain skills quicker. She's already reading some of Steven's textbooks to him!" You reply.

"Damn, give her a few weeks and I'd wager this little ankle-nipper will be able to put any of those scholars at the museum to shame." She snorted.

"Steven said the same thing." You chuckled. "Even joked that they could probably go into Uni together."

"Oh gods, that's cute." Layla giggled as Victoria dug her fingers into her curly hair to play with the silky mass.

"Steven had a meeting at the museum today, he'll feel so sad for not saying bye." You say wistfully.

"Eh, it's one night. He will survive." Layla scoffed playfully.

"...Thank you so much for agreeing to take her." You sighed at her.

"Hey, hey, no problem. It's Valentine's and you two have been so wound up lately you need some alone time." She winked at you not-so-subtly.

You blushed a bit at her implication and laughed nervously as you reached for Victoria's overnight bag.

"Oh--her favorite blanket and toys are in there. Her shampoo, toothbrush, toothpaste, Digger is in there, too, because you know how she gets without him--"

"Relax, I know this'll be her first time away from you." Layla smiled warmly. "But she'll be fine. The hotel is just a block away, and plus, nothing will happen to her. Not with a goddess and her Avatar looking out for her, eh?"

Your shoulders dropped with a heavy sigh. "Yeah... Yeah, you're right. It's just..."

"No, no I get it." Layla's eyes twinkled. "...So how many squishmallow things has Steven and Victoria accumulated?"

You laugh out loud and point behind her, the corner of your living room where you'd had your Christmas tree was now stacked with several plushies, mostly squishmallows of various kinds, including a very large pineapple named "Maui" that Steven and Victoria loved curling up against to read together.

Layla snorted when she looked, shaking her head. "Well, could collect worse things, I s'pose."

"Like taxidermied bugs and animals?" You joke.

"Oh that's a horrible thought!" She grinned.

"Yeah, well, like you said..."

Layla laughed again and moved so Victoria could lean up to you and rub noses, and you could pepper her soft little face with plenty of kisses.

"Be good for your Aunt Layla and Taweret, okay?" You ask her gently.

"I will, mommy!" Victoria chirped, rubbing her face onto yours lovingly, breathing in your perfume.

You waved as they all left, feeling almost bereft and out of place in your suddenly too quiet flat.

You decided, after a few moments of nervous lip chewing, to walk back to your bedroom.

You walked to your closet and moved aside an old suitcase, revealing a long black box wrapped in hot pink ribbons.

After that night with Marc, something clicked inside your brain and you knew what to get for the boys.

Or rather, what to get yourself for the boys.

You set the box on the bed and looked at the article of "clothing" sitting inside the box. You'd ordered this set of lingerie after Jake and Victoria snuggled on the couch after watching Zootopia together.

You made sure to have it delivered "accidentally" to your neighbor's flat, and she handed it over to you like you two were smuggling contraband into a prison.

After all, you didn't want the boys to find your surprise, now did you?

It took a bit, but you'd stripped down and hastily pulled on your new set. All straps, the fabric was easy on your hands, so you knew Steven wouldn't be overwhelmed by the texture when he touched you.

And boy... would he want to touch you.

The straps covered up nothing and so much at the same time, leaving nothing to the imagination while still, leaving so much.

Looking into the mirror, you swallowed thickly. It looked nothing like it did on the models on the site. Where they had flat, toned bodies and perfect figures...

You had soft, rounded out features, stretch marks and of course, the baby fat.

You chewed your bottom lip hesitantly, your first instinct to take it all off and shove it back into he closet when you saw what you didn't like.

But... you knew that Marc, Jake, and Steven loved you. And that they would go feral if they saw you in it.

For added measure, you slid on the sheer, white stockings up to your thighs, the soft material squishing the plushest parts of your legs.

You had to shove the second one up hastily when you heard the front door unlock, and Steven's voice.

"Ey, love?" Steven called out.

"Uh--egh--fuck--hold on a minute!" You say, scrambling for your fluffy bathrobe. It concealed enough that they wouldn't see much... save for if they looked at your feet.

Steven had walked into the bedroom just barely after you'd tossed the box back into the closet and the door clicked shut, you awkwardly smiling and standing with your hands clasped in front of you.

"Heeeyyy... You!" You tried pitifully.

A thick brow raised behind those dark-rimmed glasses of his. Gods, he looked gorgeous. Dressed in a nice smooth button-up, his blazer buttoned halfway up and his curls falling into his face? His sweet, boyish curiosity had you already blushing.

He looked every bit like the kind of professor many college students would fantasize about taking "extra credit" with...

"What's got you in a tizzy?" Steven chuckled, walking over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist to kiss the tip of your nose.

"Oh uhm.... Ah." You squirm, giggling at his kisses.

"Is it because Victoria is out?" He asked, tilting his head to the side like a curious pup.

"Well, uh, eh... Uhm." You cough awkwardly. Oh, this was a horrible idea. So stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

"Oh! Actually, hold that bubble." Steven chirped, fishing out a small paper bag out of his back pocket.

Inside the bag, was a small box. A jewelry box.

Your hand goes to your mouth as he opens it up and grins sheepishly. "Took us forever to agree on something. Marc was being a real bellend about it, y'know?"

He frowns over at your mirror, his brows creasing as he scowls at his reflection.

"What! You were!" He snapped.

Inside the box was a silver pendant, cut in the shape of the crescent moon, with engraving on it.

"We love you, to the moon and back."

"A bit cheesey, innit?" He mumbled, pulling at his sleeves as his hands darted all over your face, his teeth snagging his lip.

You honestly felt like tearing up. It was so... so cheesey, and so romantic. Very much a Steven thing to do. But you could tell even Marc and Jake had a hand in it, too. It was a united effort.

"Steven...." You begin, lifting your eyes to lock with his doe-like brown ones.

He tosses a nervous, awkward smile.

"I love it. It's gorgeous." You say, your thumb brushing over the shiny material.

"Let me put it on you?" Steven asked you hesitantly, as if worried you'd say no.

"Sure." You smile warmly at him, noticing how his demeanor lights up and he cheerfully brings the chain around your neck as he moves to stand behind you, carefully locking the clasp so the moon hung just beneath your collarbone.

You hear Steven go "huh" under his breath as his fingers brush beneath your bathrobe, touching the straps of the lingerie you were concealing.

"What's this, love?" He asked you, and you jolted slightly.

Oh, shit. Right. The lingerie. You'd almost forgotten it!

"Uh.... It's.... Eh...." You stammer out awkwardly, stepping away to fiddle with the sash of your robe.

Steven watches, curiously and patiently waiting for you to speak, his head tilted to the side.

"So, I've been trying to figure out what to get you guys for Valentine's day, y'know? I was stumped, trying to think on what I could do, so... I... Um."

You looked at Steven, his curls flopped over his head, his tongue darting out to lick at his lips as he nods, urging you on.

'Damn it, now or never...'

Your fingers undo the knot of the robe and let the fluffy material slip down to hang from your forearms, your face erupting in a heated flush as you feel his eyes rake slowly up and down your body and hear him gasp just barely audibly.

"Oh, love." He breathed. "You... That looks--"

He snapped his head to the mirror, his face scarlet red. "Sh-shut it! I was--no! You just shut it!"

You watch as he looks at you again, bashfully as your eyes reconnect. He rubbed the back of his head and said sheepishly, "S-Sorry.... Jake just won't... Stop being Jake right now."

"Oh..." You reply, licking your plush lips anxiously as Steven walks closer to you, his hand reaching out to brush the various straps, moving to delicately cup one breast, his thumb brushing over the strap that covered your nipple as he continued to look at you and that silver pendant that hung from your neck.

You really completed a gorgeous image; like a swan perched elegantly on a lake's smooth surface.

Sometimes, Steven felt like a clumsy and loud goose next to you. He knew it was a poor comparison, that you would never look at him or Jake or Marc that way, but he had his own insecurities as much as you did...

"Do... you like it?" You ask slowly as his other hand, warm and more than a little sweaty rests on your hip.

"We love it." He replied, leaning in to kiss you softly on the lips. As he pulled away, you noticed his dark eyes become almost smoky--heavy.

"We.... Wouldn't mind seeing this on you more often."

"Well... Hm." You say, feeling his hands encircle you, moving down to cup your ass as his mouth kissed your jaw.

His calloused fingers squished and rolled your cheeks beneath his palms, pulling you closer to his own body, allowing to feel his hardening cock press against your thigh while his knee parted your legs and your back connected with the cold plaster of your bedroom wall.

The chill made your nipples harden, poking through the fabric of your lingerie and you yelped at the sensation.

"Hell.... You 'right, love?" Steven asked, his curls falling over his forehead as he looked at you with wide eyes.

"Yeah." You chuckle, goosebumps erupting on your body. "The wall's a little cold."

"Oh...." Steven says, his lips brushing your ear.

"Then... we best move to the bed, yeah?"

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You were positive there were going to be bruises on your hips from how desperately Steven had gripped them, rabbiting into you, his cock sliding in and out of you effortlessly, the sound of slapping skin sinfully loud inside your bedroom.

"S-Steven!" You squeaked, your poor cunt abused and sensitive as he fucked you, the texture of the condom he wore sending little shocks through your body with each drag of his hips.

You had already cum--twice--once from Steven's hands and mouth, and once more from how he'd fucked into you.

Steven had cum while his face was buried between your legs, rutting his clothed hips hard against your mattress as you squirmed and writhed against him. The way he looked when he pulled back, lips swollen, face flushed; his beard wet from your juices, his hair tousled and hanging over his brow. He looked utterly fucked out and he hadn't even been inside of you yet.

"....k-know, love." Steven whimpered, rutting into you a bit more, practically bent in half over you as he kneeled between your legs, his cock angled at an eye-rolling tilt so it slammed once more against your g-spot.

"Almost--almost--" He panted hard, his grip on your hips slipping a little because of how sweaty you both were, so instead he hooked his hands through the straps that still adorned you and used them for leverage as he relentlessly pounded into you.

You dug your nails into his shoulders as you pulled him down, mouthing at the apple of his throat as it bobbed, tasting the thin layer of sweat that dewed his skin, sucking a bruise onto the skin, there.

"L-Love!" Steven whimpered, his pace stuttering as you feel him twitch inside of you, the condom beginning to swell a bit as he pumped his load into the safe cocoon of latex.

His hips slowed into languid rolls, prolonging his orgasm just by a tiny bit as he came down from his high.

You kissed his temple softly, petting his sweat-damp curls as his breathing began to even out. You feel him slump against against you and his arms lock.

You feel a shuddered breath escape him before his breathing finally became steady.

"Steven?" You ask him softly, running your fingers through his hair again.

He lifted back and supported himself on his forearms, looking down at you with a grin, his eyes twinkling.

"Think again, cariño."

"Jake." You breathed, already feeling a thrill creep up your spine as his lips traced your jawline.

"Steven got to have you all dressed up," His fingers playfully snapped one of the straps on you, making you squeak softly. "Now it's my turn. Can't let such a nice, pretty present go unwrapped."

"Oh.... So you're gonna take it off me, now?" You asked, shuddering as he pulled out, still rock hard.

"Nah." His hands went to your hips and with a jerk, flipped you onto your belly, pulling your ass up, his hand kneading the soft flesh as he looked down at you.

He moved the panties to the side to see your red, puffy cunt. "Coño más bonita que he visto."

He didn't change the condom; instead, he pushed right back into your pussy, groaning deep in his chest as he felt your heat grip and squeeze him invitingly.

"Nice..." Jake hissed through his teeth, pulling back slowly before sinking back in, relishing in how your body so eagerly welcomed him back inside of you; your thighs glistening so beautifully, wetting his own, dripping down his shaft to coat his balls as he started fucking you into a steady rhythm.

He winced himself, feeling tense as the body had cum while Steven was in control, so his nerves were still highly sensitive to everything right now. He wasn't going to last long, he knew and it frustrated him. He made a mental note to remind the other two to leave him alone with you for a day or so at some point, wanting to be able to ravish and ravage you properly.

He leaned over, kissing the skin between your shoulder blades as he muttered against you.

"Touch yourself for me, mamí. Want to feel you choke my cock." Jake rasped.

You moan weakly, complying with his request as your fingers slide down beneath you, grazing circles over your engorged clit, choked-out whimpers coming from you as Jake began thrusting into you hard and rough, his skin slapping you so hard you thought there would be red marks from the sheer ferocity of it.

"Oh, god--Jake--" You wail into the pillow, your fingers swiping and circling more and more, trying desperately to match his pace as your squishy, wet walls crushed his cock beneath their fluttering onslaught.

He growled and fisted a large bit of the straps in one hand, pulling your ass back against him, watching as your skin rippled and jiggled with every slap as he fucked into you over and over.

"Fuck, yes. Just. Like. That." He hissed, each word punctuated by a slam of his hips into yours.

You could feel another orgasm just about to burst, your head swimming in that blissful haze as Jake plowed into you at a bruising, aching pace.

"Such a gorgeous mamí." Jake said to you, his voice was heady with arousal.

"So fucking pretty, such a good fucking mamí. Sabes lo bonita que eres, ¿no?"

Your mind was turned to mush as your orgasm washed over you, filling every pore with a dizzying pleasure, rendering you barely aware of what he was saying, let alone to translate it as his hips snapped into you one final time.

However... You felt a new sensation inside of you, and with a few jagged, harsh thrusts, you felt Jake cum inside of you, flooding your deepest reaches with his thick load, making your eyes snap open.

"Shit." He groaned, pulling out of you, watching as the ripped condom clung to his cock, a thick ring of white at the base as he ran a shaky hand through his hair.

"Well, now. This is a pickle." He laughed.

"Jake, you--you know that--" You sputter, groaning as you roll over to look at him.

The bastard didn't seem upset in the slightest; that cheeky little shit!

"Yeah, yeah, mamí." Jake smirked at you as he pulled the ruined condom off of his cock as he caressed one of your spread thighs idly.

"Then why aren't you--FUCK!" You wail, feeling him bottom back out in one deep thrust, your nails scraping his skin at the blinding sensation.

Jake grinned as he nipped at your throat, "Baby, whatever happens, we aren't going anywhere. Even if that means I stuff you so full--or Steven or Marc--that your belly gets all cute and round."

You whimpered and gripped at the meat of his shoulders as he started fucking into you again, blood once more rushing straight through his dick, renewing him with more energy and drive.

"I think Vicky would love a baby brother or sister, no?" He muttered out, his tongue dragging over your fluttering pulse as it hammered against your skin. "So... Why don't we give 'er one?"

"D-did y-you even a-ask M-Marc or St-Steven?!" You cried, bouncing and pushing against your pillows and blankets as he fucked you.

"Don't have to... They've fantasized about it enough already." He laughed.

His lips kiss and glide over your skin as he rips the upper part of your ensemble down, freeing your breasts to bounce free from their strappy confines as Jake whispers in your ear.

"And believe me... Marc definitely wants to fill you up, now, bebita."

#moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #marc spector x reader #marc spector x you #steven grant x reader #steven grant x you #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley x you #moon knight smut

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hesbuckcompton-baby · 1 month

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Ok, so this is the MUCH REQUESTED addition to Chapter 8 of I'm Your Man, in which Rosie is forced to put Jill to bed on Christmas day. This one's for the girl-dad Rosie fans, I love you.

Word Count: 1.6k

Her fingers were sticky as they clung to the cuff of his sleeve, tugging downwards against his shoulder, the remnants of a hastily devoured mince pie lining her mouth. Rosie wasn't sure he'd ever been responsible for something so tiny before - so fragile, so utterly beyond his own understanding. The stairs creaked beneath their feet as they climbed, cast in the shadow of a single bulb, illuminating the upstairs hallway. Here it felt like stepping into the past, into a part of Frankie's life that she had long since left behind, old crayon doodles littering the wallpaper at knee height that no one had ever bothered covering over.

It was a motif in all of her childhood drawings - two stick figures, a huge man and a little girl, holding each other's little stick hands and smiling little stick smiles. Up ahead, Jill waddled into the bathroom, socks sticking to a puddle on the tile. She dragged a small box stool across the floor, hauling herself up by the rim of the sink until she could only just see her own face in the mirror, her reflection never making it past the bridge of her nose.

"Whatcha doin' there?" Rosie asked, leaning against the doorframe. She had handed him the ragged old teddy bear that she had been carrying in one hand, and he tucked it under one arm, its head poking out as if watching over the scene before it.

The girl's brow furrowed, looking over at him as if he were a fool. "Brushin' teeth."

"Ah, I see," He nodded. In her obscured reflection, Jill couldn't see the mess that covered the lower half of her face, and before she could raise the brush to her mouth, he stepped forward. "Hey, hey, wait a sec."

She raised a brow, tracking his movements as Rosie crouched down before her, their eyes at level height. Dipping one hand into the warm water she had half-filled the sink with, he gently rubbed the pad of his thumb around the corner of her mouth, wiping away the muck. There was certainly a family resemblance when he stood this close, the same brown eyes even beneath that crop of silver-blonde hair that never seemed to lay flat. Jill giggled, his soft touch tickling her cheeks, and he felt himself mirror her grin as he finished, washing away the stickiness from his hands. "There ya go. All done."

"Aw," The girl tutted disappointedly, craning as high as she could to catch a glimpse of her freshly cleaned face in the mirror. "Will there be more pies tomorrow?"

Rosie chuckled, folding his arms across his chest as he stepped back into the doorway. "I'm sure there will be. But not if you don't brush your teeth first."

Jill obliged, and he could hear her whispering through the foam that filled her mouth as she brushed away, quietly counting the seconds like she'd no doubt been taught, making sure she did a good job. He smiled, fighting every urge in his body to ignore the conversation that drifted up to his ear from downstairs.

"That lad's in love with you, else he wouldn't have crossed the bloody country on Christmas Eve to come eat old carrots with you."

It seemed almost too much to take in in a single moment - too heavy, too full of brilliant, wonderful implications for him to deal with right now. The only way to stop himself from standing there, frozen, hanging on every word, was to convince his mind that this was a mission - that this little girl on her wooden step, toothpaste foam running down her chin, was his only objective, and he couldn't afford to be distracted.

Jill bent forward, spitting into the sink, wiping the back of one chubby palm across her face to clean it. The floor creaked beneath her as she jumped down from her step, baring her teeth at him as proof of her hard work. Rosie narrowed his eyes, inspecting closely. "Open up," He demanded, authoritative tone making the child giggle as she stretched her mouth open as wide as possible, peering up at him as he surveyed the job. "Excellent job, soldier - we oughta put you in for a medal for this one," Rosie grinned, raising a hand to his forehead in salute, and a gleeful laugh erupted from her, echoing in the tiny room.

It was a short walk to the girls' bedroom, and he realised upon entering that it must have once belonged to Frankie's parents, sacrificed by her father to accommodate their growing family. The two girls shared a double bed, and Alice had already rolled onto her side, facing the wall as she read a book quietly, waiting for her sister to settle. Rosie uttered an apology as they entered, but she seemed entirely unphased by the noise as Jill clambered clumsily up onto the mattress, clutching her teddy to her chest. "Storytime," She uttered, whispering in the dim light.

"Ah, right," He nodded, and waited until the girl pointed to one of the books that filled the shelf on the wall. Rosie pulled it from the rest, smiling at the boy and the little yellow bear that decorated the cover. His knees ached as he crouched down beside the bed, flicking through the battered, yellowed pages until Jill held out a hand, stopping at the section she liked best.

"What a good choice," Rosie declared. Although the book bore almost no familiarity for him, it was clear in the wear of the paper that it had been loved.

Jill listened intently, blankets tucked up to her chin as he read, angling the book towards her so that she could see its illustrations.

"'Hallo Pooh,' he said. 'How's things?'

'Terrible and Sad,' said Pooh, 'because Eeyore, who is a friend of mine, has lost his tail-"

"Do the voices," Jill whispered, her voice so meek and tired that Rosie almost didn't hear her over the sound of his own.

"What's that, honey?"

"You've gotta do the voices. Everyone always does the voices."

Of course. He considered himself foolish for ever thinking he could get away without such a thing. "Oh, right. Uh-

'-because Eeyore, who is a friend of mine, has lost his tail. And he's Moping about it. So could you very kindly tell me how to find it for him?'"

Rosie paused again at the sound of giggling, muffled beneath the blankets as Jill lifted them to cover her mouth. "That's not the right voice," She snickered, cheeks flushing red at the hilarity of his failure. "Read a different one."

The book fell shut in his lap, and he nodded firmly, pitying Alice as she tried to ignore their chattering. "Alright. Which one do you think the voices will be good for?"

Her blankets rustled as Jill scurried out of bed, padding across the floor towards the shelf as she scoured the books, an expression of utmost seriousness furrowing her brow. After a moment of deliberation, she plucked out a new book, this one even more battered than the last, a rabbit in a blue jacket adorning its cover. On the inside page, Frankie's name was scrawled in messy, faded pencil.

"...'Peter never stopped running or looked behind him till he got home to the big fir-tree. He was so tired that he flopped down upon the nice soft sand on the floor of the rabbit hole, and shut his eyes...'"

Before he had managed to reach the end of the book, the soft sound of little snores alerted Rosie to the fact that his audience wasn't quite listening anymore. Teddy bear tucked tight beneath her chin, cheek squished against the pillow, Jill's mouth hung open slightly as she slept, tiny snores escaping her every now and then. A soft smile curled his lips, and he let the book close, slotting both stories back into their place up on the shelf. By the time he'd turned back towards the bed, Jill had rolled over in her sleep, arm outstretched towards her sister.

"You need anything, Alice?" He whispered, soft words piercing the veil of silence. Alice smiled over at her baby sister, discarding her own book upon the nightstand.

"Nah. I'm ok. Thanks, Rosie."

The floorboards creaked beneath him as he left the room, and he tip-toed to lessen the sound as best he could. "D'you want the door left open or shut?"

"Leave it open. Jill's scared of the dark."

"Alright then. G'night."

Frankie's father had already headed upstairs by the time Rosie came down, a gentle, content quiet laying over the house. His heart was beating so hard he could hear it inside his skull as he descended the staircase, the conversation he had overheard playing over and over again in his head.

This was good - this wasn't something to be afraid of - and yet he was. He was until he reached the doorway to the living room, and Frankie was lying there, sprawled out atop the pile of cushions and blankets he had called a bed the night before, staring at the wall, at her childhood self's attempt at drawing a rainbow without half of the prerequisite colours. This house was the beating heart of who she was, an altar to every moment of her life, an archive of a younger version of her. If he could meet her here, he could meet her anywhere.

"You're in my bed."

#fic | i'm your man #rosie rosenthal #oc: frankie #masters of the air #masters of the air fic #masters of the air oc #I'm emotionally vulnerable when it comes to writing children/childhood can we tell

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accio-sriracha · 5 months

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Wolfstar and Markers.

~~~♤~~~

Sirius likes to draw on his friends.

It's just something he does when he's bored in class.

He writes Property of Sirius on each of them. Sometimes abreviating it to P.O.S. for the double meaning.

He draws little cupcakes and pieces of cheese on Peter's hand.

He loves to draw golden snitches and broomsitcks across James' thigh during the summer, charming them to fly around.

But, rather ironically, it was Remus who usually sat next to him.

It was an exceptionally boring day in history of magic class, they were all waiting for the lesson to end as Professor Binns droned on about the Great Goblin War.

Sirius pulled the marker out of his bag, grabbing Remus' arm without waiting for permission.

Despite pretending to be annoyed each time, Remus stayed carefully still.

A little too still.

He literally spent a good portion of the time Sirius was drawing on him not breathing.

It was secretly his favorite part of the day.

He loved the feeling of Sirius' fingers skating across his skin.

He loved watching his concentrated expression from the corner of his eyes.

He loved the way Sirius took his time, careful not to mess it up.

How Sirius always told him he wasn't allowed to wash it off.

He never did, keeping it until the end of the day.

He pretended to hate it but each time he felt himself falling a little deeper in love with his best friend.

Sirius moved on from drawing moons and stars to drawing hearts at some point during their fifth year.

It was literally all he would ever draw on Remus now.

He kept the same drawings on the others, quidditch themed for Prongs and various snacks for Wormy.

But always hearts on Remus.

Remus couldn't figure out why, but the tiny detail made his own heart flutter faster every time.

He wondered what caused the switch, wondered if it was as significant as he was making it out to be in his head.

One day, while Sirius was doodling on Remus' hand, James asked him,

"Why the hearts, mate?"

It was pure bored curiosity, there wasn't any real interest in his eyes when he said it.

But Sirius looked up, and his answer made Remus' entire brain malfunction.

"I'm waiting for Remus to ask me to be his boyfriend. This is about as obvious as I can get before I decide to ask him myself."

And then he just-

Went back to his doodling.

As if nothing even happened.

As if that wasn't the single most earthshattering thing Remus had ever heard in his life.

As if that wasn't something Remus had been dreaming of doing for years.

Remus could feel the shock on his face.

He could tell he wasn't doing a very good job of hiding any of the emotions swirling through him.

Did Sirius know then? This whole time had he secretly known how much Remus enjoyed their little moments together?

"Moons?" Sirius whispered.

Remus hadn't realised how long it had been since they stopped talking.

Sirius was staring at him, a small flicker of uncertainty passed over him, like he was realising there was a possibility he was wrong,

"You okay?" He asked.

"Can you hand me that marker?" Remus replied instead.

Sirius' eyes went wide for a fraction of a second before he nodded, passing it to Remus.

Remus reached out for Sirius' hand, Sirius gave it to him without hesitation.

He drew a single shaky heart, adrenaline pumping through him.

"Yes." He whispered, "I do want to be your boyfriend."

And that was it.

They've been together ever since.

Sirius loves to tell people the story of how they fell in love.

He always pays specific attention to the part where Remus sat shocked into stillness for fifteen minutes before Sirius finally asked if he was okay.

Remus proposed around Christmas, they were gathered at the Potter's home, watching baby Harry stumble around as he tried to walk.

Sirius and Remus were sitting on the sofa, Peter sat on the ground, holding his arms out for Harry, and Lily and James stood by the kitchen, watching them all with a smile.

Remus had told the others his plan already and they thought it was amazing.

"Hey Pads?" He whispered, kissing the top of his head.

Sirius hummed and leaned in closer to him.

"Can you go grab me a marker? I think I saw one on the counter earlier."

Sirius paused and leaned away, giving him a curious look, "A marker?" He repeated. Remus nodded,

"Yeah, I think it was in the kitchen."

Sirius shrugged and stood up, walking over to the counter to find the black sharpie Remus had placed there earlier.

He sat back down, passing it over, "What's this for?"

"Give me your hand." Remus whispered.

The others went silent, watching them quietly.

Remus could feel adrenaline shooting through him, just like the last time he'd done this.

He carefully drew a heart on Sirius' hand, big enough to reach from one side to the other.

Sirius smiled, "I didn't think you still remembered. It's been years since I've talked about that."

Remus nodded quietly, lifting his hand up so Sirius couldn't see what he was writing.

Sirius watched him, impatiently waiting until Remus let him see.

Inside the heart was now four words, written in Remus' neat cursive,

"Will you marry me?"

Sirius looked up so suddenly it caught Remus by surprise.

He threw his arms around him, burying his face into his shoulder,

"Yes." He breathed, "Of course I want to marry you, Moons."

They kissed, teary eyed and holding each other close.

The others ran to them immediatley, pulling them into hugs and shouting congratulations.

Sirius told that story for an even longer amount of time.

If you look carefully enough, you'll still find a black marker in every room of their home.

Every note they leave for each other are always signed by these, and always with a small heart at the bottom in place of a signature.

Sirius still draws little hearts on him when he's bored sometimes.

And it's still Remus' favorite part of his day.

~~~♤~~~

#harry potter #marauders #marauders era #wolfstar #wolfstar headcanon #remus lupin #remus x sirius #sirius black #sirius x remus #sirius loves remus #remus loves sirius #wolfstar textpost #wolfstar fluff #theyre so cute #ill never shut up #i love them

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ohnogodpls · 5 months

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OP your linework! Absolutely gorgeous. Do you make any comics outside fanart? Is there a webcomic out there I can read?

Thank you for the kind words :3

I have had a few instances of almost trying to draw something with a thought of turning it into a web comic... I am a storyteller at heart, dialogue writing, worldbuilding and narration is what I love, in dnd for example. So of course I thought of it, but...

There is so much more I need to learn and get used to before I commit to that. I know a lot of people say "just start and you will learn as you go" but I have a fear that my motivation and investment won't be strong enough to push me through the learnign curve long term, if you get what I mean. So for now I use fanart and my brainworms to learn. I need to get used to rendering, colouring, background drawing and, worst of them all - framing :D So I take it small steps at a time, trying things here and there. I only got comfortable posting things, or well drawing overall, in the past what 3 months or so. Genshin 4.0 really did it to me huh... before that I mostly drew private doodles for ocs or dnd stuff and that too very rarely. And I love seeing how much more efficient, comfortable and proficient I have become with some things :D

So... one day o7

I have a big comic of around... 15 pages that I am working on for Neuvillette and Wriothesley that I hope to get out as a christmas gift of appreciation for all the support I got online. That's my first do or die ahah

TL DR: I want to improve at some things first, but I want to do something non fanart related story driven later. If I do I will let people know

#ramble

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if-you-feel-lonely · 1 year

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What MCYTs would get you for your birthdays!

Because I'm publishing this on my birthday 🫶

CC!Wilbur Soot

Probably gets you something artistic

Whether it be a musical instrument, art equipment, dance shoes or a new camera, he gets it for you

Also writes a sweet card where he tells you how glad he is to have you in his life and how lucky he is to have someone like you

It's the most sappy he'll ever get

CC!Jschlatt

Takes you clay pigeon shooting

Under the condition that he gets to go too

You frequently threaten to shoot each other, but it's all in good fun

Takes you to a bar afterwards too

You get a tad bit wasted and it's all in all a good time where you can just let loose 🫶

CC!TommyInnit (platonic)

Probably just gets you money so you can do whatever you want with it

He doesn't want to get you something you don't like or don't want

Gets you some snacks too, but it's maybe a bar of chocolate or bag of sweets he already knows you like

He wants you to have presents you'll like and be happy with

CC!Philza (platonic)

Gets you a new PC and offers to help you build it

He's one of those mfs that always knows what he's getting people for Christmas and their birthdays

Takes horrendous photos of you trying to build it before he helps

Phil: you having fun down there?

You, sat on the floor: ...shut up.

CC!Nihachu

Bakes your birthday cake herself

Also takes you to go see a show

You might invite your friends along, but usually it's just the two of you :)

CC!Jack Manifold

Gets your favourite snacks, films and activities and has a movie night with you in his room

Will literally do whatever you want all day, it doesn't matter

Also orders food, since you have a tradition where you get to order whatever you want on your birthday and it's completely your choice

Will deffo pay for it and refuse to take any money you give him

But also won't let you pay for his food on his birthday?? Idk bro he just doesn't want to make you pay for things

CC!Tubbo (platonic)

Mf gets your roommate/partner/friend to help him

He comes into your house while you're asleep and sets up a scavenger hunt in which he hides a variety of your things and challenges you to find everything

It's mostly small things like headphones, or a keychain or something like that

At the end of the hunt there's a basket filled with your things, and replacements for anything that wasn't in very good condition anymore

Also a card that says "you deserve it boss man :)"

CC!Ranboo (platonic)

My best friend did this for my birthday like a month before we met up irl for the first time and I almost cried

He sends you a card with some money and a friendship bracelet (but not one of the cringe "weirdo #1" "weirdo #2" ones yk??) inside

There's loads of doodles that relate to inside jokes you guys have

He does this thing where he changes his handwriting to make it look like your favourite characters are signing your card (example: my friend wrote a small "happy birthday" from Norman, Emma and Ray from the promised Neverland in a different handwriting for all three)

It's just loveky

Also orders takeaway to your house that night

C!Technoblade (platonic)

Gives you precious things like netherite and gold jewelry

He doesn't really say much when he gives it to you, just a "happy birthday" and a pat on the back

You know he cares, even if he doesn't say it outright :)

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boldlyvoid · 1 year

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No Longer Alone Together: Part 8

Part 8 | Masterlist

December 24th:

Once the kids are all asleep, they each gather all their presents for the other person and meet downstairs in front of the tree. She has just one box full of things that she wrapped and he has all her gifts individually wrapped inside a Christmas bag.

The only year they missed this tradition was when they had Atlas, they had to wait till boxing day to open gifts with their tiny little baby in the bassinet beside them. This year they’re alone again, Atlas went down to bed last, so very excited for tomorrow because he can’t wait to give his dad his present. Not because he wants to open everything Santa brought him… he just wants to give people things. He’s the sweetest boy in the world, maybe even the whole universe?

“Okay, you first,” Spencer announces as he hands her the first little box. “I got this one in Chicago…”

“Are they all from your trip?”

He nods, “I got some before I left but there were so many new stores I’ve never seen before and even when I was travelling all over the county for work, I never had the time to just shop… so I got you anything and everything that reminded me of you.”

“You’re too sweet on me, Dr. Reid,” she teases, slowly peeling off the wrapping paper to find a jewelry box. She hasn’t worn a ring at all during their entire “marriage” which makes her wonder if thats what this is… “Spence?”

“Just open it,” he doesn’t want to do any explaining until it’s open.

Much to her surprise, it’s a bracelet that she finds inside the velvet box. “Oh my god?” She picks it up delicately and stares at all the little charms.

“There’s the earth for Atlas, the moon for Luna and Jupiter for Noelle because she just gives me that energy,” Spencer explains, “the sun is for you and here,” he hands her another tinier box. “This one has the other planets in it so you can pick one for me and one for our new baby…”

She wraps him up in a hug, arms around his neck as she holds him tighter than ever, “I love it, I’m going to wear it to Florida in March and everything.”

“That’s what I hoped,” he rubs her back gently before she pulls back. “I have a bunch more for you, I kinda went a little crazy…”

“that’s okay, so did I but they’re nothing major,” she pushes his box towards him. “They’re not individually wrapped either, I didn’t have the time.”

“I don’t mind,” he says as he rips the paper off the box and opens it slowly. The first thing he see’s is an empty notebook with blank paper, it’s not even lined. “What’s this for?”

“You’ve been doodling on the inside of your story notes so I thought you’d want your own sketchbook,” she explains with a sweet smile. She loves Spencer’s little doodles and the freaky people he draws. It’s very Tim Burton…

“And there’s some new pencils and art stuff,” she can’t help but smile back at him. “I was getting the art stuff for Luna and thought you’d like to draw with her over the break…”

“You know I will,” Spencer assures her. “This is perfect, thank you… here,” he pulls out a big, flat square that looks a lot like a wrapped-up calendar for the year.

She starts unwrapping it to see it’s not a calendar… it’s a vinyl record. “We don’t have a vinyl player?” She’s confused but happy, she really wanted this copy of her favourite artist's new album, it’ll be nice to just look at it even if they can’t play it.

“I’m still waiting on it to arrive,” he smirks. “The big winter storm pushed back the delivery.”

“No way,” she can’t believe it. So abundantly happy, they were finally going to get to play her mom's old Christmas albums on vinyl for the kids and enjoy that old crackling sound alongside the fire every Christmas from here on out.

“I love you,” she gets right into his lap and holds him tight, resting her chin on his shoulder with a small smile, trying so hard not to cry already.

“I love you,” he whispers before kissing her cheek. “That’s the one you wanted right? The blood moon one?”

She nods, “yeah, I love it.”

“It’s signed inside…”

She pulls away with wide eyes, “what? You found one of them?”

He nods, “I actually got it through Jimmy Fallon… he called it in for me, it arrived at my hotel the day before I flew home. Open it up.”

She hurries to grab the record and open it up, finding a photo card inside the sleeve where the lyric booklet is. She takes it out carefully as to not cover it in fingerprints and almost sobs. “No fucking way, Spence?”

On the front, it’s just her signature over a photo of herself, but on the back, thats where the sweetest message is.

Y/N,

Your Lover is one of a kind for having someone reach out and find this for you… I looked him up and loved his books, tell him I think we’d make a wicked No Body No Crime thriller together, don’t you think? Call it what you want, but from everything I’ve heard about you, from your Christmas Tree Farm adventures to falling in love while your parents were in Paris, I can tell that you’re soulmates. Have a wonderful Christmas, hug the kids for me, and enjoy 5 tickets to bring them to the Eras tour in Philly on May 13th ♡ see you soon!

Taylor

She’s sobbing as she reads it, it’s unbelievable. She knew Spencer met some amazing people on his book tour but she never expected Taylor Swift of all people to be one of them. She holds it close to her heart, having listened to Fearless and Speak Now so much during her divorce and breakup, then Red all year before she met Spencer… they got 1989 the year they had Atlas and Reputation when Noelle was about to turn 2. Lover not even a month before Luna was born and now Midnights has a sound for every memory from every era of her life inside of it too.

“I love it, Spence,” she assures that the tears she’s shedding are happy just as Spencer reaches out to wipe them off her cheeks. She holds the photo to her chest in a hug, “this is so thoughtful.”

“I’m not done yet,” he reminds her. “I have like 9 other presents to give you…”

“Come here,” she stands up with his hand in hers, taking her phone out of her pocket to puts on Lover just for good measure. “Having you home with me is all I wanted for Christmas.”

At a volume the kids won’t hear, but it’s perfect for them, they slow dance in the living room under the Christmas tree lights. She can’t always go where he goes, but they’ll always be this close.

“You’re my, my, my, my… lover,” Spencer sings along in her ear, memorizing every word she listens to in the house when he’s working and she’s cleaning and the kids are off at school or Uncle Wills.

This is one of the songs that will always make him think of her when he hears it.

She loves him more than she would ever be able to explain, no gift is good enough to show him… this is as good as it’ll get. Holding him close to her heart, dancing along to one of the most beautiful love songs there are, promising forever to him without ever needing to wear a ring to prove that she’s his. No marriage will hold their love in, no court document can make what they have any more real…

Their home is their chapel, and his heart is her god. they’re married in every way that counts to them.

He kisses her cheek and jaw and then down her neck, “I love you, so much.”

“I love you,” she cups his face in her hands and pulls back to look at him. “And as much as I’d like to take this where ever you’re going, we still have to set up their presents and stockings.”

“And then we can screw in the empty present room?” He teases, but it’s less of a joke and more of a question, he really wants to. “Please?”

She nods with a cheeky smile, “yeah… I’d really like that.”

December 25th: Christmas Day

They don’t get much sleep, they finally get into bed around 1 but then they can’t stop talking about how fun the morning is going to be. They finally fall asleep around 3, only to be woken up at 5:30 because the kids want to go downstairs.

“No…” Spencer groans, spooning Y/N, he buries his face in her neck and holds her tightly, “we’re sleeping.”

“Come on,” Luna pesters him, poking his back while her siblings are on mom's side of the bed, looking at her while she keeps her eyes closed.

“It’s too early, guys,” she agrees with Spencer. “Get in,” she lifts the covers, letting Noelle and Atlas cuddle into her while Luna got in on Spencer's side. “We’re going to sleep a little longer okay, the presents aren’t going anywhere.”

“But it’s exciting,” Luna complains, “I can’t sleep!”

Spencer rolls away from Y/N and onto his back so he can pull luna into a cuddle, “you’re going to have to try, we were up all night waiting for Santa… how else do you think he gets in when we don’t have a real fireplace?”

“You met him?” Noelle can’t believe it.

“Oh yeah, so many times,” Spencer exaggerates.

“Not like the fake mall Santa right?” Atlas doesn’t believe him. “The real one?”

“The real one,” Spencer repeats. “I went up to the north pole with the team once and everything… Santa had a break-in at his workshop and we caught the thief for him.”

“Wow,” they all believe it because he’s a good storyteller and an even better liar. “What’s it like?”

“Just like the Tim Allen Santa movie,” he teases, “it’s magical… and Mrs. Clause is lovely, she’s just like your mom. She makes the best Christmas cookies.”

“We are just like them,” Y/N can’t help but sleepily smile as she listens along. “We also got married on Christmas Eve…”

“You did?” Atlas asks, “but you don’t wear a ring?”

“You remember at the end of Santa Clause is coming to town, the claymation one? They got married just in the forest, alone? Me and your mom said some vows all alone and that’s why she calls me her husband to everyone now, even though legally, we’re not married,” Spencer explains. “We loved each other so much we couldn’t wait and then never went and made it official.”

“We should have a wedding,” Luna suggests. “In the backyard… or uncle Daves!”

“Maybe,” Y/N doesn’t say no.

Spencer turns to her, amazed and wide awake now, “really?”

She sleepily nods, two kids cuddled into her and one pushing against her bladder inside of her now, so much time has passed, she isn’t the same person who said no all those years ago. “Sure, why not?”

“Okay then,” he settles back into his pillow with a smile.

Luna is kneeling by his side, her knees digging into his hips while she leans over him with all her weight on his chest. “Are you awake now? Can we go downstairs now?”

“No,” Y/N answers again. “We need to make a rule, it’s not Christmas till the sun comes up.”

“The sun comes up around 7:45 in December,” Atlas remembers from one of his books. “That’s in 2 hours and 15 minutes.”

“Exactly, so why don’t you take your sisters to your room and read them some more facts while we sleep?” Y/N explains, “please? The baby needs me to sleep a bit more or I’ll be sick and I don’t want to throw up on Christmas morning…”

They love their sister already, so of course, they listen.

“Okay,” they all say as they hop down off their bed and head out.

“Thank god,” she rolls over and into Spencer, closing her eyes again. “I’m exhausted.”

“You want to marry me?” He can’t get off the topic. Genuinely surprised that she’d say yes now of all times.

She lets out a deep sigh, “yes, Spence, I would like to marry you, just, let me have a few hours of sleep first I don’t want bags under my eyes in my wedding pictures.”

“Okay,” he chuckles lightly, soothing his hand down her back and kissing the top of her head. “Go back to sleep my, love.”

She falls back asleep quickly, taking that extra 2 hours and running with it. Spencer has to shake her back awake at 8am when the kids are ready to go downstairs and the sun is coming through the blinds. The 3 of them stand in the doorway with matching smiles and Christmas pyjamas, waiting for both their parents to be ready to open presents.

She gets dressed and grabs a snack from her snack drawer, having to eat as soon as she gets up or else the baby got mad at her. She munches on some crackers while Spencer uses the bathroom and then they’re all ready.

“Remember, we’re taking turns,” Y/N calls as they run out in front of her and down the stairs.

The shout and cheer at the sheer amount of presents surrounding the tree in the living room, they spread out almost into the main hall. Mom gets them all to sit on the couches while dad turns on the electric fireplace and the tree lights to make the room really feel like Christmas.

She walks around the tree and looks at all the presents as if she wasn’t the one to set them up. “Wow, Santa really likes you guys…”

“Because he knows daddy,” Luna cheers, taking Spencer’s story this morning to heart.

“Should we start with Santa presents or family presents?” Spencer asks, standing beside Y/N and wrapping an arm around her.

“Can I give daddy mine first?” Atlas asks, putting his hand up while he sits nicely, almost like school has trained him too well to be patient and polite.

“Sure, why not?” Y/N doesn't mind, “you remember the ones we wrapped for him before he came home, right? Daddy go sit down,” she moves Spencer over to the couch while the kids all scatter to sort through the presents and find the ones for their dad buried at the back of the tree.

They come back to him with an assortment of wrapped goodies, making his heart fill with glee. “Oh wow, really? All this for me?”

“Mine first,” Atlas hands him the bag from the Christmas market, it’s been under the tree for what feels like forever to him, and he’s so excited to see his dad open it.

“Okay,” Spencer takes it from him and carefully removes the tissue paper before he reaches in. He pulls out the cardigan with a genuinely shocked face, “Woah? Bug, this is so nice?”

“Put it on!” He starts jumping up and down, too excited to stay still. “Do you like it?”

He slips his arms into the sleeves and buttons 2 of the buttons up, “I love it!” He pulls Atlas into a hug and squeezes him tight, “I’m going to wear it all day today, do you think it’s fancy enough for the party tonight?”

He nods, “with suit pants, maybe?”

“And a green shirt, purple tie,” Luna adds, very opinionated about his outfits.

“Of course,” Spencer agrees, he would’ve picked that anyway but he validates her opinions anyway. “What next?”

“Here,” Noelle hands him one that she spent a lot of time on.

It’s easy to find a seam and open it with her newly acquired wrapping skills… he tears into it to find a bunch of socks.

“I miss matched them for you,” she explains. “See dolphins and diamonds and then flamingos and flames, it all makes sense this way…”

“I love it,” he wants to cry, it’s so thoughtful and it’s just socks. “Thank you, I’ll wear them today too.”

“Here’s mine,” Luna places it on his lap, getting closer so she could help him open it.

He lets her pull on the paper and start opening it for him, they tear it off together just for him to see it’s a box. The tape is easy to peel back and inside the box is all his favourite candy. “for your writing jaw in your office, it’s empty…”

Another thoughtful gift that he wouldn’t have even thought of asking for but his kids knew him really well. He gives them each a hug and a kiss as he thanks them, whispering something to them about getting mommy’s presents next. Y/N had no idea that he took them all out shopping one afternoon after school while she was still at work.

They scurry away from him and come back with a big box that takes Atlas and Noelle to carry over… more like push it over. It glides over the hardwood floor easily until it’s right in front of her. “That big one was for me?”

“Open it!” They all cheer, gathered around in case she needs help.

She takes the bow off first, ripping into it slowly. “What the heck is this?” She asks, under the wrapping paper is just a brown box.

“Remember you said you wanted to be able to make s’mores in our backyard like we do at Daves?” Spencer explains as she tilts the box back to read the words “gas-powered outdoor fireplace.”

“No way!” She can’t believe it, “this and the record player?”

“Christmas is about giving,” he reminds her. “You can’t spend all season giving us things, you have to get some good gifts too.”

The kids grab a few more gifts for her, placing them on top of the box, “we got you these…”

“Oh wow, thank you,” she’s overwhelmed to get all these presents before they even get to their Santa presents.

Atlas got her a pretty shirt, Noelle got her a scarf to go with her winter coat and Luna got her some more of her favourite makeup. They’re 3 simple gifts but they also mean the world to her.

“Okay,” she stands up before she gets too emotional thinking about it. “Each of you picks one present with your name on it and sit back down…”

They each run to the tree and grab the biggest present they can find, “this one says Luna,” Atlas announces, handing the present to his sister. He finds his own next and Noelle finds one for herself easily. The three of them sit back down together and wait for their mom to give them the go-ahead, she simply smiles and nods.

They rip into their presents quickly, all gasping when they realize what they got. Luna screams the loudest, “MY DOLLHOUSE!”

Both her siblings smile at her, happy she got what she wanted. “I got the book set I asked for,” Atlas announces, bringing to peel the plastic off so he could flip through the pages.

Noelle is almost speechless as she flips the box over a few times. “Is this… this is a skateboard?”

“It is,” Y/N can’t stop smiling, she gets down in front of the Christmas tree and hands her a few other gifts. “These go with it, Santa said…”

While she tears into the presents, Y/N finds a few more to hand to Luna and Atlas to make it even. Luna gets some dolls, Atlas gets a few more science kits and Noelle gets knee pads, elbow pads and a helmet, all in the same green her cast used to be.

“I’m going to teach you some tricks once the snow is gone,” Spencer teases, “but we’re going to do them without breaking an arm this time.”

“You know how to skateboard?” Noelle can’t believe it.

He nods, “it’s just physics…”

“Ugh, science is everywhere,” she complains, everyone around her was too smart for their own good, she knew that.

“That is is,” Spencer ruffles her hair and kisses the top of her head. “I think it’s time we give you guys your big gift from us…”

“Are you sure?” Y/N gets excited, so ready to share these big plans with them after knowing about it alone for so long.

He nods, “it's in your stockings,” he points at the 5 socks hung over the fireplace. He helps them take them down one by one and sit on the floor once more, “okay, start emptying them…”

Luna goes right for the fidget toys, bypassing the headband with Mickey-mouse ears and the paper saying they’re going on a trip. Atlas is the first one to unfold it and actually read it.

“What does this mean?” He holds up the printed-out boarding pass, “is this another NASA thing?”

“no… thats a real flight we're going on, those are your tickets,” mom explains. “Can you see where we’re going?”

“we’re landing at… Orlando, Florida?” He reads the ticket fully and then his eyes widen. “Are we going to Disney world?”

“Are we?!” Noelle breaks a window with how loud she screams.

“Shh, yes, oh my gosh, yeah, we are,” Y/N can’t help but laugh, pulling the kids into a hug when they just want to jump around with excitement.

Spencer explains when it is, who they’re going with and most of the itinerary for the trip. They’re going to Disney world, lego land and the Kennedy space centre, making sure each kid had a special interest to indulge in. They’re over the moon, barely even thinking about the rest of their presents, it’s too exciting.

They manage to have breakfast together before opening the rest of the presents. They got little things like clothes and colouring books, accents for their rooms and necessities for school. It all happened so fast, all they are left with is a pile of each kid's gifts on the couch and a mountain of trash once every toy was opened and freed from its box.

The kids all go to the playroom, setting up their new toys and setting aside old ones they want to donate into the box that once held their mom's new fireplace. She takes a seat beside Spencer once everything is all said and done, laying her head on his shoulder while he wraps an arm around her. “Another good one for the books…”

“The last one as a family of 5,” Spencer sighs, happily. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” she tries not to cry again but then she decides fuck it. She cries, experiencing the moment the way her body wanted to. “This is my favourite one yet…”

“And we have so many more to go, how will we top it?” Spencer teases.

She shrugs, “they’ll find a way.”

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Penelope spent her morning at the airport, waiting for Derek, Savannah and Hank to get off their plane. They got in around 11, they had lunch all together and then headed straight to Rossi's place for the annual All-iday party. They were the first ones there this year, waiting for every other family to start showing up too.

The Simmons show up next, all 5 kids running straight to the playroom designated to them on days like today. Rossi didn’t need all that space at his house for fancy things, so they got a whole room just to be kids in.

The LaMontagne’s are next to arrive, all dressed up like they are every year, JJ dressed to the nines and Will looking handsome as ever. And Sandy Jareau comes with her emotional support dog, Ozzy, a fluffy golden retriever that all the kids loved.

Emily and Laura debated if they wanted to go this year, with a brand new baby and all the kids being in different schools and Derek being on a plane that day, that was a lot of germs gathering in one place… so day of, they call out, not ready to venture out into the world with little May yet. Y/N offered to pack up some of the leftovers and stop by with them later, and whatever presents people bought for them too.

Rossi’s daughters show up too, it’s the first year Portia is celebrating Christmas without her mother, it’s hard, but having this extended family is good for her. Joy comes with her husband and Kai as well, now living in DC, it was a lot easier for them to join.

When Spencer and Y/N arrive with their kids, the party is already well underway. Diana and Liam weren’t too far behind, just finishing the festivities at their retirement home before heading over. The kids run off right into the playroom with the others, leaving all the parents in the kitchen where the food and booze was.

Tara comes with her girlfriend and Luke comes all by himself but migrates to Penelope’s side and stays there like he has for the last few years. He’s helplessly in love with her, everyone can see it, but Penelope hasn’t given into him yet. She’s fighting his love for some reason, and everyone in their group can't wait for her to surrender, wave the wire flag and just kiss him already.

In the kitchen, Spencer rushes Derek and wraps him up in a hug, as if he didn’t see him in Chicago last month. “Where’s my little man?” Derek asks, looking past him for Atlas.

“With your son in the playroom,” Y/N teases, taking Spencer’s place against Derek's chest for the next hug. “How are you?”

“Great now,” he kisses the top of her head before she can pull away. “I hear congratulations are in order?”

She nods, “oh yeah, you’re getting another little niece.”

She’s congratulated by everyone in the room, many of them hearing it for the first time as Laura and Will really knew how to keep a secret. Everyone has either a glass of wine or champagne, Y/N pours some ginger ale into a champagne flute and celebrates with the others, all over the moon for her and Spencer.

“So do you have any names picked out?” Sandy, JJ’s mom, asks, loving Spencer’s kids as if they were her own grandkids too.

Spencer shakes his head to say no but Y/N shrugs, “I kinda have one…”

“You haven’t told me this?” Spencer is shocked, “what is it?”

“You said her birthstone would be a Ruby and I think Ruby Reid sounds cute…”

Some of the others repeat her name with a swoon, holding their hands over their hearts. “You have to name her ruby now,” Penelope chimes in. “That’s perfect?”

Spencer purses his lips as he thinks about it, “yeah, I can see her name being Ruby, too…”

She smiles, leaning in and stealing a kiss from Spencer right in front of everyone, they were a lot more used to Spencer's PDA now than that first Christmas… it was refreshing to see their love never dwindled and it looked like it never would, either.

Those lonely years of her life feel like such a long time ago now. Being alone together felt just as far away from where they are now… okay, sure, they’re no longer alone together, but they wouldn’t have it any other way.

#spencer reid #spencer reid smut #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid self insert #spencer reid request #criminal minds smut #criminal minds imagine

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theangelssing · 1 year

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Special Valentine’s Day with the Winchesters

you’re Sam’s twin and so, Dean’s sibling. gender neutral!reader

warnings: light swearing.

a/n: based on the first season; 787 words; happy Valentine’s day you guys <3

prompt: after a hunt you’ve the opportunity to rest at the city’s motel but while Sam and you were asleep, Dean was preparing some gifts.

a sweet and fluffy Valentine’s Day because you can platonically share presents with your siblings too

It was the 15th of February, really early in the morning or really late in the night, not the 14th but not fully the 15th. You had a hard day with your brothers – and a hard half-night too – because of some crappy ghosts. You’ve barely reached your bed to crash on it when you saw Dean suddenly really interested by his bag. Not that he couldn’t, but you never saw him as interested as that time. Because you were too tired to say anything, you just tried to doze off for a moment.

You were awakened by the sound of someone moving around you. You opened your eyes only to see Dean with something in his hands. After rubbing your eyes, you searched for Sam, and saw him asleep in the bed near yours. Seeking the attention of your oldest brother, you moved your body on the sheets as if you wanted to sit on it. Dean turned immediately to face you, a surprised look on his face.

“Did I wake you up?” he asked, looking really concerned.

“Mmh…” was your only answer as you were staring at the something in his hands. Now that you could see what it was, you discerned a small package, black with some blue doodles on it. You were too curious not to ask what it was for, but Dean hid it as soon as he understood what you were staring at.

“It’s nothing. Try to sleep, Sib,” he tried to answer but you weren’t satisfied by that, you wished to know more, to know what your brother was up to, but you also understood that he wouldn’t give you an answer, or at least not yet, so you decided to let it go.

You went to the bathroom to brush your teeth and to put on your pajamas and by the time you’d returned in the room, Sam was awake too, talking with Dean. You frowned at your two brothers and the oldest one stood up.

“C’mon Sib, sit next to Sammy, I’ve something for both of you,” he said with a small smile. You were curious but also afraid what might be the something, but you still sat with your twin on his bed. Looking at him, he was as lost and clueless as you, also woke up by Dean in the middle of his sleep. “Better be worth it, Dean,” he told him.

Dean faced the two of you with two small packages, the one you saw earlier and one reddish or orangish with small green letters. You thought it came from an old Christmas present but didn’t say it out loud.

“Look, I know we aren’t the 14th anymore and I’m sorry for that, but I know Sib wanted to try all the Valentine’s Day’s shit. Nothing really huge dudes, but it’s for ya,” Dean said while giving you the gifts.

“Wait you bought us Valentine presents?” Sam asked, a small smile on his lips. Dean rolled his eyes and handed him the package.

“Just take it,” he said and Sam and you did so. The reddish one was for you and the black one was for Sam.

You opened it at the same time your twin opened his and both of you discovered a small book, an old one from when you were really young. You remembered having read it with Sam, your first buddy read together for sure, while the three of you were staying at an old and dirty motel. You were afraid of a storm and the old motel’s owner gave the small book to Sam and you. You remembered it as the first fantasy book you’ve ever read and it have kept you entertained for almost two hours straight. By that time the storm had stopped.

“How…” you wanted to ask more but you were too stunned to speak, not believing what was just happening.

“I found them a week ago, before we headed here, to be honest. I saw them and thought it would be a great idea. Couldn’t wait ‘til Christmas ‘cause I didn’t want to lost them,” Dean replied because he knew what you wanted to ask him. “No thank you or cheesy sentences, though, just return in your beds now. Take it as an end-of-hunt gift,” he added, knowing both of you damn too well, but you couldn’t help and only mumbled a ‘thanks’, just as Sam.

“Damn shining twins, go to bed already, it’s late for babies like ya,” Dean knew you too well not to see your lips moving and as he was heading to his own bed, you shared a last look with Sam, each one with your copy of the book in your hands.

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ppek0 · 7 months

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Eastward official art/screenshots dumps

as the self proclaimed eastward collector i just realized i NEVER uploaded these here i believe.

There MIGHT be spoilers here

These were from 吉考斯工业 on weibo, a clothing brand that collaborated with eastward, if i remember correctly there was a small interview and these concept arts.

now THESE were used for actual merch + some of the merch photos

I can't make a weibo account so i can't check the account's past posts but i have this??

what else do i have around here

the amazon collector's tote bag

this concept art image also from weibo

sam doodle outside pixpil office

this image from that time they added new languagues

this old christmas illustration which i belieeve they posted before the game's release

the CD cover

this image from a part that im sure they didnt add in the final game?

more physical preorder goodies

this image from a magazine

The japan's collector switch cover

again the tote bag illustration

i got so hyped when they posted this one on twitter omg

i did upload these ones, from the magazine

sam making a snowman on an unknown place

#my post #eastward #establishing my place as the eastward weirdo...#i just really really realllyyy love the art in this game #i love how varied it is and how it doesnt settle for a single style

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seb-reads31 · 4 months

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Request - Devlin brain rot now

Tw's - lots of bouncing around, Devlin lacking fatherly love cause he's a piece of sh-, Devlin being scared about Kerano's presents and nearly peeing his pants, phantom limb (?), Devlin crying cause Kerano is so sweet and precious

Genre - Random thoughts

Type - head canons

Random thoughts

- I like to think he does smol little doodles when he's bored or doesn't have any inspiration to do some inventing

- He is like, the perfect dad. We all can agree on that, but I feel like he wouldn't actually want kids after Kerano

- He's more or less work oriented, and likes to focus on his work, and small toddlers and such would add a lot of stress.

- Going off of the true ending, he more than likely works in a shop or something making bots, or runs a shot due to him being a previous forge master.

- So he makes a pretty decent living on that alone.

- I like to imagine he made his own arm prosthetic before he was deemed a forge master but the holy GBA probably has his own explanation on the arm (if so let me know cause I'm very curious about that 🙏🙏)

- Devlin is so proud of Albus for fighting against the souls that possess the sword that then possessed Albus 🤧🤧

- Did Devlin experience phantom limb when he first became a forge master?? Cause he can technically "touch" things, but it's not his flesh and bone arm, now it's this robotic arm instead

- Are there touch sensors or something in the arm? Has he modified it at all to fit his needs? Is he given permission to modify his arm?

- Dream world✨ Devlin commissioned Faithful to make some paintings for his tavern. It was feeling bare and he had connections to a painter he cared for

- His father didn't praise him enough when he was little, Paladin Knight York probably wanted Devlin to be a knight like him but Devlin is too brainy for such brutal work

- So like, there was a gap between him and his father while growing up, so he tried making up for it with the ship and such

- And any praise he gets from you he treasures very dearly, as well as Albus but he won't admit it

- Kerano is his pride and joy

- He almost went into cardiac arrest when Kerano called him dad the first time instead of "Mr. Devlin"

- I don't know if there's Christmas but if there is (I'm feeling festive shhhh) he spends a whole month thinking of what Kerano could want, and how to make her first Christmas with him (or first Christmas altogether) very special and full of smiles, true ending duh

- Listen, listen, he almost pissed himself when Kerano opened her first present out for fear that she wouldn't like it

- He's genuinely concerned whenever Albus says.. things while he fights the creatures during the journey to the core

- He silently listens to Faithful teaching Albus how to read and write, and he thanks you for it cause it shows how much you genuinely care about his brother, never comments on you trying to teach him out of fear Albus would stop trying to learn

- Would be very proud if there was a day Albus could just write his name, probably being a tear to his eyes

Notes - I love Devlin, I swear, but Albus will always be my favorite <333

#head canon #reader insert #asmr video #gba devlin #gba bastard warrior #gba #good boy audios

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misshoneyimhome · 6 months

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Chapter 10 -

Prologue I 01 I 02 I 03 I 04 I 05 I 06 I 07 I 08 I 09 I 10 I 11 I 12 I 13 I 14.I I 14.II

Summary: In December, the pace quickens with a flurry of hockey games, work commitments, a bit of Christmas shopping, more work, and lively snowball fights;

Tags; William NylanderxOfc; “We never go out of style”

Author's Note: So, these chapters are growing a tad, but I can't help it; my imagination is on a run, I think (Sorry, not sorry); and I had a dream about a snowball fight with Willy, so, naturally, I had to include it; I hope you’ll enjoy this chapter! 😉

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"It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas"

As the Sunday morning light slowly crept in, Julia stirred from her slumber, disturbed by the gentle nudging of Pablo at her feet. It took her a few moments to orient herself, but as she blinked away the remnants of sleep, a warm smile spread across her face. Nestled in the comfort of William's guest room, she had slept like a baby, and it seemed the two furry companions, Pablo and Banksy, had kept her company through the night.

Before tending to her morning routine and slipping into her clothes from yesterday, Julia couldn't resist capturing a snapshot of the dogs snuggled up in the bed and sending it to William. And as she made her way to the bathroom, she mentally thanked herself for always being prepared having a small bag with basic essentials and an extra pair of knickers in her bag. Then with the dogs fed and exercised during their morning stroll, she returned to the condo and indulged in a well-deserved morning coffee while responding to William's message.

Wonka: God morgon, hjärtat 😉 how did you sleep? JJ: God morgon 😊 I swear it's been ages since I last had such a peaceful night's rest - how about you? Wonka: I slept alright but we had to get up early to hit the road… 🥱 JJ: Early mornings have never been your forte 😂 Wonka: Nope, and they never will be! 😂 JJ: Perhaps that's why you're always fashionably late to most things? 😂 Wonka: That might just be the trick, babe! 😂 JJ: Anyway, the fur babies are fed and have had their morning walk, so I'll be heading out soon enough 😊 Wonka: Awesome! You're a lifesaver JJ ☺️ JJ: I know 😊 but it's my pleasure

After finishing her coffee, Julia said goodbye to the doodles and made her way home. She had just enough time to shower and get dressed before she’d meet up with Charlie and Clara for a lunch date. Making sure she’d remembered everything, she closed the door behind her, though she knew she’d come back soon enough later in the evening.

Monday came around, and Julia just paid a brief visit to the dogs, ensuring they were well and in good spirits. However, the following Tuesday marked another away game, and she found herself back on the familiar sofa at William's place, accompanied by the cheerful company of the dogs. With a rather delicious meal cooked (if she had to say so herself), her work laptop, and a warm blanket she was all set for face off. And the match turned out to be a massive victory for the Leafs against the Dallas Stars, securing an impressive 4-0 result. It was a game to remember, with the team firing on all cylinders and delivering a dominating performance.

Julia couldn't contain her joy and leaped in exhilaration, the dogs following suit with their boundless energy, and following the match, she had a quick post-game chat with William.

And before they knew it, the boys were back in Toronto, riding high on the wave of their success. The win had undoubtedly boosted their confidence and left fans eagerly anticipating the next game. The atmosphere in the locker room must have been electric after such a convincing victory, and the Leafs were proving once again why they were a force to be reckoned with in the league.

Thursday 8th - LAK 0 @ TOR 5

On this cold Thursday evening in December, Julia found herself at the home game in the company of Andrew and Tyler. Andrew had been swamped with work, and initially, he wasn't too keen on leaving the office for a hockey game. However, Julia recognised his need to take a break and unwind, and she convinced him to join her, which turned out to be just what he needed, and he appreciated Julia's care and thoughtfulness. As for Tyler, he was simply thrilled to be attending a hockey game.

Tyler had become a massive fan of William ever since their Halloween night adventure, and his enthusiasm had only grown after William had taken him for the special private training session. And as they settled into their seats at the game, the young boy's excitement was palpable. Even though he was just shy of eight years old, Tyler's passion for hockey knew no bounds. He eagerly rattled off hockey stats, player information, and game tactics as if he were a seasoned pro.

And as the game began, Tyler’s attention, as well as Julia’s and Andrew’s, was fully captured. The match was fast paced, the arena buzzing with excitement, and the Maple Leafs took control right from the start. The atmosphere was electric as the Leafs scored an impressive 5 goals, while the Kings remained at a frustrating zero.

And following the match, the usual group of partners and friends gathered outside the locker room, excitement filling the air.

While waiting for the players to finish their post-game showers and media obligations, Tyler's excitement was evident as he chattered away about the match.

"I swear this boy has to become a sports commentator," Julia joked, leaning slightly into Andrew, who responded with an agreeing laughter.

The hallway of the Scotiabank Arena was filled with high spirits after the convincing victory, with laughter and lively conversations permeating the air.

And as the rest of the players emerged from the locker room, exchanging smiles and energetic greetings with friends and families, William's laughter was unmistakable as he made his way toward Julia and her companions for the evening.

"Hey Willy!" Tyler exclaimed with unbridled excitement.

"Hey buddy," William warmly embraced the young boy in a hug, his handsome face sporting a wide grin as he fully embraced the role of Tyler's role model and favourite Leafs player. "How have you been? Have you been practicing real good?"

"Yes! I've also scored in almost every game," Tyler proudly shared, his eyes filled with pride and glory as he described the tricks that William had taught him.

As the young boy's storytelling came to an almost breathless conclusion, Julia couldn't help but chuckle and smile. She found it incredibly endearing how good William was with his young fans and how much he loved and cared for them.

"Well, that sounds great, buddy," William applauded Tyler, before turning his attention to the blonde woman in front of him. "And how have you been?" His smirk added a playful touch to his question.

"Busy but good, thank you for asking," Julia replied with a warm smile.

"You've enjoyed my condo?" William's question was laced with a smug satisfaction, as he was well aware of the answer.

Julia, however, didn't want to give him the complete satisfaction. "Maybe..." she teasingly replied, earning a light chuckle from the Swede.

“I get it - it’s a nice place.”

They both shared a heartfelt moment of joy, basking in their connection, before William was called over to greet the numerous young fans who were eager to meet their idols, snap photos, and secure autographs. True to form, he welcomed them with his characteristic wide smile and boundless energy.

As the night progressed and the fans gradually left the area, the players, along with their partners and friends, gathered to chat about their Christmas plans. Everyone was super excited about the upcoming holiday however it seemed that the players’ schedule was rather packed. Nonetheless, it didn’t stop those around them to plan events and gatherings in between games and training sessions.

All the women had already made plans to go Christmas shopping while the guys were occupied, giving them the freedom to enjoy their time together.

As the night drew to a close, Tyler said his goodbyes to his hockey heroes, and Andrew took him home, knowing the young boy would drift off to sleep with dreams of an incredible evening. William, the true gentleman that he was, kindly offered Julia a ride home, an offer she gladly accepted. During the tranquil drive, soft Christmas tunes played through the car's speakers, creating a warm and festive atmosphere.

The two friends shared laughter about the evening's game and their heart-warming interactions with the young fans.

"You know, you're pretty amazing with the fans, Willy," Julia complimented as they neared her building, earning a playful smirk from William.

"Well, I'm just trying to impress you, JJ."

Julia chuckled, "I must say, you're doing a pretty good job."

***

Saturday, 10th - CGL 4 @ TOR 5 (OT)

The following Saturday evening, Julia found herself in the upscale ambiance of a high-end restaurant, her leg trembling subtly beneath the table as the attentive waitress served the delectable main course. Seated with Andrew, his boss, and one of the firm's most distinguished investors, Marcus Kirkland, the renowned Canadian investor known for both his financial acumen and bachelor status, the evening was meant to be all about business and fine dining. However, despite the mouth-watering dishes and the sophisticated atmosphere, Julia's mind was far from the elegant dinner in front of her.

The Toronto Maple Leafs were facing off against the Calgary Flames in a highly anticipated home game, and her heart raced with excitement at the thought of it. As the conversation drifted away from business and towards a more casual tone, Julia couldn't resist the temptation to eavesdrop on the animated discussion taking place at the neighbouring table. Two middle-aged men were immersed in a lively conversation about the game, sharing their expectations and predictions.

And her distraction did not go unnoticed by Andrew, who seemed to read her like an open book. Casually leaning in, a mischievous glint in his eye, he whispered, "Maybe if we speed through dessert, I can distract them, and you can hurry to the game," earning a light chuckle from Julia. She appreciated the jest, though secretly hoped he wasn't entirely kidding, considering the puck had just dropped.

As the seconds ticked away and Julia took occasional sips of the expressive and utterly delicious Bourgogne wine, her nerves threatened to become unbearable. The two men at the neighbouring table discussed the seesaw nature of the match: the Leafs had managed to score the first goal, only for the Flames to tie it up. Then came another goal for the Flames, taking the lead. But the Leafs were resilient, with William stepping up to score, bringing it back to a tie. The Flames once again pulled ahead, but just before the end of the second period, William came through to secure another tie. To put it mildly, it was nerve-wracking to listen to, with the game hanging in the balance.

Julia couldn’t help but chuckle under her breath as she found herself acknowledging her inner turmoil. Who would have thought she'd be sitting in a fancy restaurant, her leg trembling with anticipation, eager to attend a hockey game and mentally calculating the score instead of fully indulging in the sumptuous cuisine and fine wine?

So, when Marcus finally broke the casual conversation and expressed his gratitude to the trio of co-workers, Julia's heart quickened with the hope that she might actually catch the third period of the hockey match.

With a final round of handshakes and gracious expressions of thanks, Julia wasted no time. She hurried as best she could in her formal attire, braving the city's snow to hail a taxi. Fortunately, the restaurant wasn’t too far from the arena, and with a quick text to Charlie, she was on the move. As she reached the arena's doors, she quickly purchased whatever ticket was left to enter, and let out a relieved breath as she saw she was just in time to witness the final 13 minutes of the match. The score was once again a 4-4 tie, and as the final seconds ticked away, the arena was filled with anxiousness. However, all that distress was quickly dispelled when Mitch Marner scored in overtime after just 43 seconds, making the arena burst into cheers and shouts for the Leafs.

After the heart-pounding evening, Julia finally had a moment to calm down and let her heart return to its natural rhythm. She made her way to meet with Charlie and the rest of the girls, entering the hallway by the locker room, and she found herself amidst an electrifying atmosphere. Smiles stretched wide on everyone's faces, and the air was filled with laughter and the players' boisterous banter.

Navigating through the crowd, Julia made her way to William, who quickly noticed her, and he playfully jogged over to her and swept her up into a tight hug.

"I didn't think you'd make it," William cheerfully admitted with a wide grin. "Didn't you have a work thing?" He asked as he put her back down.

Julia's face mirrored his broad smile as she offered a light chuckle. "Well, yes, I did, but for some peculiar reason, hockey seems to have become more important to me," she laughed.

"Well, I get that," William replied, his voice softening a tad, their eyes locking in a moment.

"Just wouldn't miss it for the world," she chuckled. "And first star? Sounds like you actually made an effort tonight," she teased William, earning a light chuckle from the Swede.

They stood close, sharing a silent moment, their connection palpable among the other couples celebrating the victory. But their moment was soon interrupted by a boisterous voice.

"Damn, JJ!" Rasmus chimed in as he joined the two friends. "Aren't you a bit overdressed for a hockey game?" He playfully pointed out Julia's fitted pantsuit, heels, elegant hairdo, and striking makeup.

"What do you mean?" she retorted sarcastically. "I simply thought it was 'dressed to impress' night."

"Well, I'm sure you're impressing most people here, I know at least one," he cheekily winked, subtly referring to William. Though the comment passed with a chuckle, and William simply smiled before his friend moved along.

The chatting went on among the large groups of friends, and the girls quickly stroke up the conversation about their Christmas shopping spree they’d done during the day.

"I'm really sorry, sweetie, that you couldn't make it today," Charlie spoke in a gentle tone, offering Julia a friendly smile. She had been spending a lot of time with the other wives and girlfriends lately, and had been feeling a tad guilty about it. However, Julia quickly reassured her that she didn't mind at all and expressed her happiness at seeing Charlie bond so well with the team's partners.

So, she simply chuckled. “Oh, that’s ok - you know what they say; when your boss asks you to work on a weekend, you say yes because he pays you well and you kind of need the money,” she joked, earning a laugh from the girls.

"Maybe some other time, then?" Charlie responded with a smile.

"Absolutely," Julia agreed, and they shared a warm hug before resuming their conversation.

However, William couldn't help but express a little sympathy for his dear friend, hearing she had missed out on the girls' shopping trip.

"You didn't get to go Christmas shopping?" he asked.

Julia gently shook her head, "No, I had to work all day yesterday… and today… and the same goes for tomorrow." She wore a small, resigned smile. "But I managed to take Monday off, so I'm hoping to make some time to visit a market."

William felt a touch of disappointment on her behalf. He knew how much Julia loved this time of year, and he wanted her to have as much fun as the others. Although he might not be the biggest enthusiast about Christmas, he appreciated the festive atmosphere and the joy it brought to his friends.

"How about we go together?" he then suggested, offering her a warm smile.

"Really? You’d do that?" Julia's eyes sparkled with excitement, and a broad grin lit up her face.

William couldn't help but laugh at her enthusiasm. "Sure, why not? I'm not the best at Christmas shopping, but maybe you can give me a hand. I’ll come and pick you up."

"Deal!" Julia exclaimed with delight.

****

And on Monday, as arranged, William showed up to pick up Julia for their trip to the town market. However, when she opened the front door, he couldn't help but notice the redness in her eyes, as if she had been crying a bit.

"Hey, what's going on?" he inquired, stepping into her home.

"Oh, it's nothing," she responded with a slight smile as she put on her shoes and coat. "Just give me a moment to finish up – I'll be ready in a second."

"It doesn't seem like nothing, JJ," William persisted, his concern evident. "Come on, you can talk to me."

But Julia just chuckled softly. "It's really not a big deal, Willy. I've just been up all night, Face Timing with my dad while we watched England play football at the World Cup." She paused to examine her friend, who still appeared worried. "I miss him a lot, Willy... that's all – and it's just a bit tougher this year because I'm all by myself – single, and far from my family," Julia explained with a gentle smile and a soft tone.

William wasn't entirely convinced but decided to let the matter drop with a nod and a sigh as Julia was almost ready to leave. He understood how challenging it must be for her, with the breakup with her fiancé this year and a whole new city with new friends and no family around for the holiday season. However, not wanting to delve deeper and stir up emotions, he chose to make a playful remark instead.

"I like your jersey, by the way," he said with a grin as he noticed her Harry Kane t-shirt hanging on one of the chairs. "But I prefer it when you wear my name on your back."

Julia couldn't help but chuckle as she grabbed her bag and keys and opened the front door. "Well, if you ever become a professional football player – I promise I'll get a shirt with your name on it."

And as they made their way to the market, Julia couldn't resist adding some festive cheer to the car ride by playing some classic Christmas bangers.

"So, you’ve got any favourite Christmas songs?" she inquired, to which William simply shook his head. "Come on, there must be one you like?" She grinned, infusing the car with her holiday spirit.

But William remained nonchalant. "Honestly, I've never been a big fan of Christmas music."

"Oh, my goodness," Julia playfully exaggerated her surprise. "You're a Grinch, aren't you?"

William chuckled, offering a defence. "I'm not a Grinch. I've just never been big on Christmas, you know."

Julia brushed it off with a laugh. "Well, fortunate for you, I've got enough Christmas spirit for both of us." Then she began singing along to the songs, and William, catching the mood, joined in when he knew the words.

Upon arriving at the market, they wandered through the snow-covered scene, savouring the delightful scents of candies and hot chocolate. Fortunately, there weren’t many people there due to it being a weekday, so it was nice and quiet, beside the carols all around. While enjoying their leisurely stroll, they chatted about their childhoods in Scandinavia, sharing Christmas memories and much more.

Their conversations covered a wide range of topics, occasionally pausing to peruse the various items, as Julia was on a mission to find some Christmas decorations for her new place since her recent move.

"You know," William began in a soft voice, "a lot of the players were actually really touched by your offer to join your Christmas evening," he said, flashing a warm smile.

"Well, I'm glad to hear that," Julia replied. "I just want everyone to have a wonderful Christmas – it's a holiday that means a lot to me, and I guess I just really want to spread some joy and happiness… especially with all the challenges going on in the world."

William couldn't help but admire Julia's spirit. Her heart was brimming with love and care, and he found himself unable to contain his smiles as they strolled through the market.

"Oh, this is adorable," she suddenly exclaimed with excitement, spotting a collection of small figurines.

Meanwhile, William maintained a constant smile as he observed Julia dart from booth to booth, selecting Christmas decorations in all sorts of shapes and colours. And he had to admit, she had quite a good eye for decorations.

"Alright, I don't think I need much more for today," Julia chuckled. "How about you? Do you need anything?"

She glanced at William, who simply shook his head.

"I've told you, I'm not the biggest Christmas fan."

Julia studied her friend for a moment before sighing. "I'm guessing you don't have any decorations at home at all, do you?"

Once again, he shook his head and chuckled.

"Well, come on, Grinch, we've got a few more booths to check out then before I let you off the hook," she teased, before they continued on their merry way.

A few steps away, Julia's attention was captured by another booth selling Christmas ornaments, particularly one that she found beautiful. "Oh, this is gorgeous,” she commented as she held the ornament in her hand, turning it to examine it closely. It depicted a serene white and blue harbour scene with delicate gold text that spelled 'Merry Christmas.' The tiny details in the ornament, from the miniature ships in the harbour to the glittering snow on the rooftops, made it look like a miniature winter wonderland. For some reason, it evoked memories of Copenhagen, her place of birth, where she had spent many memorable Christmases.

However, upon closer inspection, her enthusiasm faded. "Oh, it's not as charming as I thought.”

William couldn't help but chuckle, intrigued by her sudden change of heart. "Why's that?" he inquired, picking up the ornament and letting out an amused "oh" as he glanced at the price tag, realising she might find it a bit pricey for a piece of Christmas decoration.

However, in his playful and helpful way, he simply chuckled and handed it to the vendor across the table. "We'll take it," he said with a wide grin.

"Willy!" Julia exclaimed, her eyes widening in surprise.

"What?" he shrugged, grinning. “I’ve got it. Let's consider it my Christmas decoration splurge for the year." He offered her a friendly smile as he made the payment and handed the small bag to Julia to carry. "Although, it'd probably look a lot better at your place, alongside the rest of the decorations."

With a mischievous wink, he managed to elicit another laugh from Julia. "You're an idiot.”

"Yeah, but a lovable idiot,” he quipped.

Julia thanked the man at the booth just before he chimed in. "You've got a great boyfriend there," he said with a friendly smile.

"Oh no," Julia objected with a light chuckle, feeling a hint of awkwardness due to the man's remark. "He's not my boyfriend..." William joined in on the surprised chuckle, and Julia continued, "We're just friends."

The man simply smiled and then corrected himself. "Well, in that case, you've got a great friend."

"I know," she returned a friendly smile before the two friends continued to explore the final part of the market, filled with laughter and joy. And before they knew it, they had completed their delightful stroll, Julia’s hands full of small shopping bags.

"So, what's the plan now?" Julia pondered as she continued walking, unaware of the fact that William had paused just a few steps behind. "Fancy grabbing a hot drink or something?" she called out to the quiet surroundings.

But before she received a response, a swift, chilly surprise made contact with her back, and she let out a startled shriek. A snowball, expertly aimed by William, had found its mark. "Oh, no you didn’t!” she exclaimed, her voice a delightful blend of playfulness and mock outrage. She spun around, her cheeks flushed with the cold, her eyes a mixture of bewilderment and mock sternness. However, all she was met with was William's hearty laughter as he prepared to craft another snowball.

Amidst laughter and the sounds of their friendly snowball battle, Julia swiftly dropped her shopping bags. She scooped up a handful of pristine snow and was just about to launch her own snowball at William when his second shot smacked her shoulder.

In response, she retaliated with a well-aimed shot that hit him squarely in the face, leaving him momentarily stunned. Her eyes danced with triumph as she celebrated her successful assault, her laughter mingling with the pure, wintry ambiance.

But as William snapped out of his momentary surprise, he leaped forward with a laugh. The chase was on, and they were like carefree children in this winter wonderland. Julia made a dash for a large patch of untouched snow, leaving her bags behind as she giggled, her boots crunching the snow beneath them.

Naturally, William outpaced her, and soon caught up, pelting her with snow as she did her best to fight back. Their laughter was a harmonious symphony, and in the midst of their spirited battle, Julia ended up with her hands on her own face, wiping away the snow that had inadvertently ended up there. William seized this moment of distraction and playfully grabbed her by the waist and tossed her into the soft snow. As a defence, she pulled him down alongside her, and as they both landed in the fluffy snow, he ended up on top of her. Then the world seemed to pause for a moment as they lay there, the cold seeping through their clothes but their hearts warmed by the sheer joy of the moment. Their shared laughter faded into contented smiles as they caught their breath.

But as the seconds passed, a man behind William cleared his throat, breaking the spell of their playful entanglement.

"Are you alright, miss?" the man asked, and William quickly got to his feet, facing a stern security guard who had been alerted by the commotion and wanted to ensure it was all in good fun.

"Oh, yes, sir, I'm fine," Julia reassured, her rosy cheeks evidence of the fun she'd been having. William extended a helping hand to get her back on her feet beside him. "We were just messing about."

The guard, a hint of a smile playing on his lips, nodded and left the still-laughing friends.

“Shit,” William chuckled, brushing snow off his clothes.

Julia joined in his chuckle but then exclaimed, "Oh fuck… I'm absolutely drenched..."

"Yeah, me too..." William couldn't stop laughing, and as Julia gathered her bags, they leisurely strolled back towards his car. "So, how about dinner at my place?" William suggested, and Julia playfully turned to look up at him.

"You're always thinking about food, aren't you?” she casually teased. “But I think I really need to go home and take a shower after this," she added with a soft chuckle.

"You can just shower at my place?" William casually suggested, a soft smirk on his face, which for some reason made Julia smile. How could he always act so nonchalant, she wondered.

"Uhm, sure, if you don't mind," she timidly replied.

"Why would I suggest it if I minded?" he chuckled as they reached the car, and Julia stashed the bags in the boot before settling into her usual spot in the passenger seat, quickly checking her makeup in the mirror.

"Oh, shit..." she exclaimed. "I look like a fucking raccoon, Willy!"

William took the driver's seat, adopting a playful tone. "Why are you blaming me for that?" he quipped as he turned to his friend, with a hearty laugh.

"Because you started the bloody snow fight!"

William chuckled again. "Well, at least you're a pretty raccoon. Besides, you have to admit, it was a fun snowball fight."

Julia joined in his laughter. "It certainly was!"

And with the car once again filled with more Christmas songs, they drove to William's place, both eager for a warm shower and the chance to snuggle up on the sofa.

Upon arriving at William's place, Pablo and Banksy welcomed them by the front door, and while they both wanted nothing more than to pet the sweet little ones, Julia was desperate to change out of her soaked clothes.

"How about I take them out for a quick walk while you hop in the shower?” William suggested with a soft smile, and Julia simply nodded with an ‘okay’, mirroring his smile. "You know where everything is?" he added with a chuckle.

"Yes, Willy, I know where everything is.”

And as William closed the front door behind him and took the dogs outside, Julia fetched a towel and made her way to the guest bathroom.

Allowing the warm water to cascade over her body, Julia closed her eyes and surrendered to the soothing embrace of the steam. Her body slowly thawed from the icy chill of the snow that William had playfully introduced her to. And as her mind began to wander, she reflected on the wonderful day they'd shared, the sweetness of him gifting her that ornament she adored, the laughter that had accompanied their leisurely stroll, and the fun of their snowball fight. She couldn't help but replay the memory of how he playfully wrapped his arms around her and sent them tumbling into the soft, fluffy snow, ending up incredibly close.

Lost in her thoughts, she smiled under the warm water, blissfully unaware of William's return to the condo. Hearing the sound of the running water he casually made his way into the steam-filled bathroom, where he couldn't help but chuckle as he observed Julia standing there with her eyes closed.

"Enjoying yourself?" he asked, playfully peeking his head inside the shower, his mischievous grin causing Julia to jump and hastily open her eyes.

"Willy! You've got to stop startling me," she exclaimed, but her reprimand was met with continued laughter from William. "Get out, you twat," she added, though she couldn't keep a straight face as they both shared a hearty laugh, and William made his exit from the bathroom.

As Julia stepped out of the shower, she couldn't help but notice that William, during her quick rinse, had thoughtfully placed a Maple Leafs t-shirt and a pair of joggers on the bathroom counter. A smile naturally crept across her face as she got dressed and then headed to the living room, where she found William shirtless, energetically exploring the contents of the fridge. His impressively fit physique was not lost on her, although she kept her thoughts to herself.

"I didn't know we wore the same size joggers?" she playfully inquired, joining him in the kitchen.

William chuckled at her comment. "To be fair, they belong to my sister," he confessed, his smile shining. "She left them here, and I've just had them in the closet."

"Well, then please remind me to thank your sister for leaving them here for me to borrow," Julia said with a warm smile.

"Will do," William replied, a soft grin on his face. "Anyways, I'll take a quick shower as well, while you choose a movie and get some snacks ready?"

"Sure, but I thought we were having dinner?" she smiled.

"We'll grab some takeout later. Go ahead and find us a movie," William brushed off her practical suggestion with a casual wave.

"Oh no, don't give me that kind of power," Julia chuckled. "I'll just pick something like Harry Potter, even though I've watched it like a million times," she added. But when she saw the slightly perplexed expression on William's face, her laughter subsided. "What? You've never watched Harry Potter?" she asked in disbelief.

"It's not really my kind of genre..." William attempted to defend himself.

"Oh, dear... I really think I need to reconsider this whole friendship of ours, darling," Julia playfully feigned a disappointed look, causing William to burst into laughter.

"Well, I guess there's a first time for everything – why don’t you just go and put it on."

Julia paused for a moment, offering him a sweet smile.

"Willy, we don't have to watch it if you don't want to."

"JJ, why would I say yes to watching it if I didn't want to," he rhetorically asked.

"Alright," she simply replied, and William then made his way to the bathroom.

While he took his shower, Julia busied herself with gathering snacks and preparing the sofa. She draped a couple of blankets over it and found the movie on one of his numerous streaming services. And of course, following suit, the dogs came to join her.

A wide smile spread across William's face as he re-entered the living room and found all three of them cosily snuggled on the sofa. Taking his place right next to Julia, he wrapped himself in the blankets, drawing a slightly questioning look from her.

"What? We have to sit close so we can share the snacks," he chuckled. "By the way, how many snacks do we even have here?" he asked, noticing the assortment of popcorn, Gifflar, and gummy bears.

"Well..." Julia admitted with a touch of nervousness, "I've sort of eaten most of your snacks while you were on the road, so I had to restock – and perhaps I went a little overboard."

“A little?” William chuckled, but then simply shook his head before he pulled her closer and pressed play on the film. "I'm just glad you're comfortable here," he almost whispered, his gaze soft as he looked at his friend beside him.

Julia met his gentle expression and returned the smile. "Me too."

As the movie played, William found himself surprisingly engrossed in it, though he couldn't quite pinpoint whether it was the enchanting film that filled him with warmth and comfort, the exhaustion from their adventurous day, the holiday spirit in the air, or simply the pleasant company of Julia.

However, about halfway through the movie, the growling in William's stomach became increasingly persistent, prompting them to order some proper takeout. So, they relished their meal for the remainder of the film, and by the end, they were both on the brink of falling asleep, their tummies content and warmed by the blankets.

"Mm..." Julia softly mumbled. "I really need to get going." She glanced at the clock. It wasn't particularly late, but the darkness had enveloped them, and the unmistakable sound of rain was tapping against the windows.

"Just stay here," William casually suggested, punctuating his words with a yawn.

"I can't, I've got work in the morning," she replied with a smile, her expression slightly pouting.

"Alright, then..." William reluctantly heaved himself up from the sofa. "I guess I'll have to drive you home," he sighed.

"Or you can just lend me your car," Julia playfully suggested, only to be met with an arched eyebrow from William.

"How about you take Pablo and Banksy with us and then go for a walk when you return, two birds, one stone," Julia cheekily proposed, secretly longing to snuggle up with Pablo in the passenger's seat.

"Oh, that's quite a clever idea, isn't it?" William chuckled. "But that actually doesn't sound like a bad plan."

Julia laughed lightly before heading to the bathroom to check on her clothes, which unfortunately weren't entirely dry yet.

"You can just wear what you're wearing right now," William suggested as he followed her into the bathroom. "Just give it back whenever," he shrugged.

Julia offered him a sweet, grateful smile before getting dressed to leave. Despite looking a bit comical in her cosy outfit and high boots, she was grateful for the gesture.

During the ride to her place, the speakers once again played soft Christmas songs, and the atmosphere between the two friends was comfortable and relaxed. And as they arrived at their destination, they both turned to face each other.

“Thank you for today, Willy,” Julia spoke softly. “It truly meant a lot to me.”

“Well, I had a lot of fun as well,” he replied with a soft smile. “I just want you to have a good Christmas here, JJ – I know it’s not easy being away from your family, so I guess I’m just trying to help.”

Julia couldn’t help but being moved by his words. William had a habit of acting all cool and tough when he was out on camera, but when he was with close friends, he’d always be extremely caring and sweet.

“You’re doing an amazing job, Willy… I really do love spending time with you, and it means more to me than you realise.”

The two of them shared another moment of soft intimacy before Julia made her move to hug him goodnight, bid her farewell to the doodles, and exited the car to grab her bags and rush to the apartment building.

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For The Love Of Weasleys

Part 1: The Burrow

Like the seasons ever so present each time of year, every week before the return to Hogwarts, you would always stay with the Weasleys and the lovely family were ever so kind to tolerate her presence the past few years.

It started four years ago, when a well mannered ginger haired boy with a constellation of light freckles helped carry your luggage into an empty compartment of the Hogwarts Express, he opened the doors for you, and like a gentleman uttered the words 'Ladies first' with a smile.

He kindly declined to take up the remaining seats though, and you questioned the integrity of your social skills. After moments of contemplation, you retired to the fact that he was just too much of a social butterfly to stay with one flower – Shame.

The engine rattled, passing by blur of green plains and jagged trees while the seats beside you remained empty and specked with dust. Minutes dragged on and you ended on your tiptoes, reaching for the luggage. You jumped once it clicked open – A zing of lights flew over your head, exploding in loud bright patterns, raining glitter on your face. You coughed at the smell of smoldered embers, fanning away the smoke that hovered close.

What in the bloody wizard is this?

As the chaos bubbled down, you caught your reflection on the glass window pane, hair and skin glittering like spoon and fork, you had half the thought to thank whoever did it, mind wandering to the polite boy when a card placed neatly above the books caught her eyes, written in red ink it said:

Welcome to Hogwarts!

F & G

You smirked and grabbed it before hastily sliding the compartment door out of the way, poking your head out – the same boy in a soft knitted sweater was already there, positioned the same as yourself from two compartments away, grinning like a child on Christmas Day. You gave him a pointed look and he started speaking, "You look quite dazzling, darling"

"I have you to thank for that" Your nose crinckled and you brushed the glitter off the tip.

The boy bowed as if it was a great honor and introduced himself as a Weasley. That rang a bell, your parents had mentioned them before, said that they worked closely with Mr. Weasley back at the Ministry. "And you can call me Fred" He added and motioned for you.

"Y/n Winlore, at your mercy." you raised your hands in surrender and he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. An identical boy popped up right over his head and waved. "And I'm George Weasley, the attractive twin"

You choked down a sneer at his statement and watched amused as the two bickered, pushing each other off the door frame.

"Well, I'll leave you to it" You said in a sing-song voice, retreating back inside when Fred scrambled to peek over his twin, "Wai- See you later!"

"You won't get to later when my suitcase pukes another set of fireworks at my face" You retorted and slid close the door, barely missing his pleasant sounding laugh.

Papers were scattered by your feet and you rolled her eyes, you would've complained to no end but at a single glance at the card in your hand, taking in the scribbled doodle of the twins grinning up at you, you grinned in return.

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Perched up on the headboard of the old bed, legs rested on the window, you flipped through the pages of the 4th year textbook. Half of everything went right over your head despite your efforts to mirror the dedication of the ever bright witch, Hermione Granger.

Who reads an entire textbook and come out of it with their sanity still intact?

Apparently Hermione Granger and Godric did you need that kind of mind.

A chill entered through the small opening of the glass, and the knitted sweater, courtesy of Mrs. Wealey kept you warm and fuzzy. Cracks of dawn peeked through the clouds, gracing the wheat fields around the Burrow as they swayed with the breeze.

You tossed the textbook and it landed on the stacks of pillows with a soft thud. Sprawled in the bed next to you was a distinct ginger hair - Ginny lay like a starfish, passed out drunk of pumpkin juice, she was strewn over her blanket.

You gingerly leaned down, a hand firm on the wooden headboard and searched for the wand under your pillows, patting around a few tries before you finally caught it.

With a smirk and a genius idea, you muttered a spell.

"Encarceri"

Both ends of the blanket below Ginny floated up, fabric melting together until it left no trace of ever being a separate entity, the blanket warped and narrowed around Ginny, coiling like the squishy things muggles use to keep themselves afloat.

You slapped a hand over her mouth, shoulders shaking from muffled laughter, your grip on the headboard loosening.

THUMP

You yelped, small scream erupting from your throat – In a blink you flailed in the air grasping at nothing, in another you landed face first on the mattress, legs bent up the headboard in an awkward angle, the book uncomfortable on your side.

Damn, karma's a git.

"Wha-" Ginny raised her head from the pillow, eyes half closed, strands of hair stuck on her face.

"Looking great Gin"

Ginny groaned and begrudgingly reached for a pillow, you ducked out of the way only to meet it face first. Great. You resurfaced up the mess of fabric raising a fist in the air for justice. "I'm not the perpetrator!"

The cloud of sleep left her eyes and Ginny tipped her head, snickering. "What happened to you?"

"There was a-" You scrambled back up to the window, stacked pillows now a bulldozed wreck. You braced yourself for the worst, a decapitated head, a stray pixie, a death eater – "Oh."

"Errol" Ginny and you spoke in unison. The owl lay upside-down on the other side of the glass, wings flapped in greeting, stack of letters between his beak, round eyes stared up at you innocently as if he hadn't just crash landed on the window.

"Bloody bird" Ginny mumbled.

"Errol, come on" You said softly, retrieving the letters and ruffled the feathers on his head, the owl jolted up before screeching away to the morning sky.

"Well that was..." You trailed off before glancing at Ginny who attempted to roll away from light, she struggled, blanket held her firmly in place.

"I think I'm stuck?" Ginny's gaze flitted to yours for validation but as realization coiled itself around her, she started to wiggled down off the blanket and that was your cue to book it out of the room.

"Y/n!" Ginny half laughed half sighed as you flung yourself out with the letters in hand.

You made a point to hop over the creaky floorboards, hardly containing a laugh as you passed the stairs leading up Fred and George's room which was silent – but then again it's the only time they are one so might as well keep it that way for a few more minutes.

Clinking dishes and pans and the soft crackle of fire fueled your steps, greeting Mrs. Weasley in her flowery apron while she baked some pastries, the pan beside her sizzling with what smelt like sausages.

Mrs. Weasley looked over her shoulder and smiled. "Morning y/n dear, there's your tea" she motioned for the cups lined up on the table, you picked the coolest one, learning from yesterday where you almost burnt your tongue.

You thanked the lovely woman and plopped down a vacant seat, eagerly emptying half the cup before mentioning the letters, a great cup of tea never comes second.

"Errol arrived with the post Mrs. Weasley" you dropped the identical envelopes on the table, each addressed in green ink, leaving out the part where Errol scared the wits out of you.

Mrs. Weasley wiped her hands and picked one up. "It's from Hogwarts, yours is in here as well, Y/n"

You hummed, downing the last half of tea before taking one addressed to you. It must be the requirements for this year. Instead of doting on it, you swung off the seat and brought the cup to the sink, flinching slightly when it slipped from your fingers and started washing itself. Like Fred and George, their mother had created a handful of spells herself, you found it quite lovely.

You spun around and asked, "Can I help you with anything, Mrs. Weasley?"

The woman nodded and gave a passing glance upstairs. "Wake everyone up dear, breakfast is almost ready"

Now that's a task worth breathing for.

"On it!" You sprinted back up the flight of stairs, purposely making your presence known with each thud. You had your first target in a split second – The furthest room in the corridor belonging to none other than the Prefect Boy himself, Percy Weasley.

You opened her mouth and raised a fist to knock when the door swung open – your fist froze mid air, pin size away from banging on Percy's face. He was already dressed, clearly the ever diligent child.

"Yes?" He raised a brow, displeased.

"I didn't even get to knock yet."

He swatted your hand away. "You were charging down the corridor like a gigantic nuisance, what do you want?"

You gasped, feigning offense, hand pressed on the door frame for support, "I thought Prefect's are supposed to be nice!"

Percy grabbed the door - "What went wrong with you!" – He slammed it on your face, his deadpan expression the last thing you saw before breaking out in fits laughter. "Breakfast is served!"

You skipped to Ginny and yours shared bedroom, quietly opening the door, the beds were empty, curtains swaying – No Ginny.

You perked up at the sound of shuffling – looked up just in time to see the blanket you gallantly charmed swoop down at you. With a Quidditch inspired reflex, you leaped to your bed, scrambled for the wand and disarmed the enemy. The blanket morphed into its original form and dropped on the floor, summoning Ginny from her closet. "So close!" She whined, picking up the discarded blanket, and place it back her bed.

Ginny sauntered towards you and you slung an arm around the younger Weasley's, guiding her out the room. "Perhaps a hearty breakfast can help?" Ginny's lips curved up in an instant.

"Is that chocolate cake I smell?" The younger girl pointed out, both of you perked up as it wafted through the house. "I'll leave some for you if they take too long!" Ginny scampered down to the kitchen, skipping a few steps. You called after her, before completely retiring to your task, bolting up the final set of stairs.

You landed three knocks on the Twins' door in a fading shade of green expecting one or the other to open up and face yours truly – the resident alarm clock, but as the drowsy fate would have it, no one bothered to welcome you in.

You opened the door a crack, wincing every time it creaked. The two were still tangled in the sheets, Fred was on his stomach, a hand dangling off the edge, hair like a carrot feast for bunnies sticking onto his forehead, his cheeks were lightly flushed, shoulders rising and falling with every soft breath. A smile crept up your lips, chest feeling light – Only when the door slipped from your grasp and ricochet off the wall did you snapped out of your reverie.

Now why did this imp looked like an angel? – Must've passed out drunk from a gallon of polyjuice potion.

George was a different story, like a newborn he was curled up inside his blanket, head poking out, his light snores muffled - It's a wonder how he could breathe inside that thing.

You looked around the room for a weapon of choice to kick them out of dreamland, on the wooden table facing the window, nestled between the books was a quill.

This might be my lucky day

You were upon it in a flash, then tiptoed over between their beds, kneeling down to creep the feather on the side of Fred's face – his nose crinkled as you moved it around, biting the inside of your cheek.

Amusement bubbled in the surface of your composure as his brows pinched together, a pout graced his lips, and like a good friend, you danced the feather around his exposed neck.

It was in your plan to vex him for as long as possible but in a snap - you recoiled as he caught your wrist, his drowsy eyes opened, glinting mischief. "You're in a lot of trouble, darling"

"George!" you screamed.

"Wasthat?" George startles awake, frantically trying to escape his blanket cocoon. Fred glanced over your shoulder and chuckled at his twin's Predicament, watching him carefully, you slowly reached for a pillow, when he shifted to perch himself up did you shove the striped pillow case over his head. He shot up and you slipped your wrist out of his grasp and skipped out the room, mumbling between laughter that breakfast was ready.

There was one final turn, you rounded the corner and knocked on Ron's door – there was whine before the bed creaked then silence followed.

"Food's ready Ron" You announced through the small crack of the door. Footsteps started and the door swung open revealing a groggy Ron in a bright pajamas that matched his hair. "Come on!"

You beckoned him out and planted both hands on his shoulders – pushing him around like a shopping cart, he begrudgingly went along with it, the boy too drowsy to object.

You made your way downstairs like a mechanical train, a very short one at that when a pair of arms yanked you back, followed by a flicker red hair and a soft whisper "Gotcha" – Before you knew what was coming, you were rolling in the wooden steps laughing your tears out.

#Fred Weasley x Reader #harry potter #weasley twins #hp fanfic #fred weasley #fred weasley x y/n

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curiosofthechasm · 1 year

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‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the shop Not a trinket was stirring, just silence nonstop, The price tags were hung by the shelving with care, In hopes that small Celio soon would be there; The squidlies were nestled all snug in their homes; While poisonous doodle-dags squared off with blue gnomes; And I with my coin purse and my small little map, Had just stumbled on into this strange tourist trap, When out on the dark there arose such a rumble, I sprang from my shoes right into a tumble. Away to the doorway I flew like a flash, Tore open the doorknob for I had little cash. When what to my wondering eyes did appear, But an azure blue girl of a species unclear. With a little radio crackle, so sparse and so strange, It was Celio before me, with shelves to arrange. She paid me no heed and averted her gaze, So I turned to the doorway and peered down the ways.

More rapid than mynocks, those beasties they came, But she whistled, and shouted, and called them by name: “Go, Dasher! And, Dancer! And uh- Trancer and Dixie! On, Cobalt! on, Cranberry!, At least one of you is Pixie? To the front little door, where that little man stands! Now heel now! Stop! You must heed my demands!” As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky; To an abrupt stop, the coursers they flew Nearly crushing me there in the the doorframe, askew.

There she stood, all bundled and smiling, that otherworldly woman, completely beguiling. “I must ask you to move” she said with a grin. Only then did I realize the trouble I was in. “I beg your pardon, good ma’am” I soon replied, I gave her a bow and then stepped aside. A crack of the whip, a sudden rush of the air, Asova was in with hardly a care. Eight wild reindeer now pranced in the shop but the proprietor grinned against the darkened backdrop. “We have a new product” she proclaimed with glee Celio nodded, then looked at me. “Begone now sir” she laughed with a sneer. “We’re closed at the moment, We must clean some reindeer.” And thus I was gone, with more answers to find, yet I knew altogether, I had lost my own mind. As I walked out the door, jingling coins in my hand. The door swung free behind me, without my command. Asova sung loud, her voice cackling again, “Merry Christmas to all! The shop opens at ten!”

#christmas

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heliphantie · 1 year

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Happy 1st anniversary of Encanto!

Sample of several Brunos drawn during October. Tag yourself, as they say.

Under ‘read more’ – small selection of art through the year + some ramblings:

Back in the middle of 2021, I’ve got interested by couple of things about it: implication that Disney – or animation in general - does something inspired by Gabriel García Márquez, and also being Latino-inspired Disney musical movie, which I wanted to see since listening to “Snuff Out The Light” from what became “Emperor’s New Groove”. Wasn’t expecting a lot, neither, to be honest, got in result, except some surprising consequences. I admire a lot of work, classic and more contemporary, by Disney animation and its creatives, even if nothing in last decade or so impressed me on the level Golden Age, Renaissance, or even early 00s production did.

To be fair, in the end I only stay intrigued by its concept and production art more than by actual movie, and it’s realistically more than I would expect. That, and fact Disney happened to create character catering specifically to me in a lot of aspects, which is unfathomable (but it’s a talk for other time).

I would like to collect all my thoughts about the movie to make thorough writing on it, but it calls for motivation and time dedicated to it. In one or another form, I still consider to do it sometime, not necessarily in consecutive form…

What is significant to me, it has triggered my long-tarred decision to resume drawing, which I had on hold for literal years. For now, beside of continued efforts in building skills, I feel almost obligated to put on paper (or digital canvas) all ideas thinking about the movie sparked (and I’m not even over a quarter of it currently).

I’d like to do one another big thing for its first anniversary before the end of year, but being on low energy and not wanting to rush through it, I hope I finish it to Christmas. Anyway, there is some of my work of that year which, out of all artistic attempts, I find satisfactory, considering my current level.

Sort of digest of the (not complete, given I started in April) year of art, dedicated mostly to one subject.

Julieta Gets All Kisses Returned (April 2022)

One of very first, early pictures. In fact, I drew it in pencil on very first day, April 1, along with couple of other small doodles. Idea for it was also quite old, from February, and it was supposed to be birthday-related, before official birthdays were revealed, and it turned I have to wait for half of year😊 Or draw it regardless, because it still worked out of that context and was small and simple enough for first steps. With all its simplicity, it *could* have been better, but I’m even fond of its roughness. There are some drawings I realize liking only for having low expectations for it, but as time goes, they look crappy to me, but not this one. (May be fun to re-make it too next year, to look at progress/improvement, assuming I’ll reach any.)

Teenage Bruno (April 2022)

This one I did in pencil on the *second* day. Piece of wisdom to myself: comics, even short ones, are trickier than regular drawing. It’s consisted of small frames, but you have to figure out composition and make character designs in each panel consistent. It takes twice time to make everything right and without a hurry.

Whole thing barely fits into any context of canon, I just imagined young Bruno interacting with children similar to Mirabel, and this conversation sprang to mind. I had to come with context to support it (Bruno had his gift kept in relative secret til late adolescence), but in general, main connection with my personal headcanon is just that he always was more resilient and lighthearted than given credit for.

On this note, I’ve had intention of exploring my headcanon about characters and Bruno in particular via mini-comics (lot of it had comic scenarios in its roots), and there’s bunch of scripts for it lying not processed into work yet, and as I said, I’m going to finish them because I don’t want for this spurt of inspiration to go to waste, even if it takes time.

On the comic itself, I also like how it turned, given all imperfections. Having to figure look of younger Bruno was fun, and it had some amusing by-products as well I’ll show other time😊 People online seem liking it, too, maybe because it has some narrative. And, frankly, I ought to make narrative things more often.

WDTAB Reenacted (April-May 2022)

Another fun early idea, WDTAB musical number with only Mirabel and Bruno. Two challenges: full-body figures in dynamic poses and drawing with references (without tracing, purely from eye), putting some spin on it. Curious realization: no matter how I try to keep body proportions accurate, all people I draw look like hobbits… except Bruno who does look like hobbit by design already.

My favorite is middle-bottom fragment, dynamic pose construed from scratch.

Bruno & Toni (July-August 2022, fragment of mini-comic)

It’s just this, a fragment of another (rare) mini-comic, but somehow in the end of it, I unexpectedly liked this one panel enough to single it out. I still struggle conveying emotions and mood of characters, but this one turned fortunately in that regard. It’s “sparking joy”, to use meme-speak.

Dolores (August 2022)

I wasn’t exactly determined to draw something to every official character birthday, only when I had idea in mind and it happened to align with date, but since May I was going (almost) steady providing something to each, small or bigger, like that one. It was first full-page picture with background and multiple elements, I wasn’t sure I’d finish it on time, but I managed to, and for most of it, I like the result. It’s not always that vision of thing is clear from beginning and gets exact realization, it’s interesting to see what I get in the end. Layers of background and decorative elements are all over place, it’s accidentally looking like sort of collage, but popping up quite vividly. It got some attention on Twitter, and frankly, I’m pleasantly surprised with it, the work paid off.

Also, how I pointed while presenting it for first time, I was inspired by production art and lines from script depicting Dolores as “weird cousin”, and to lesser extent by fan song “Turn It Down”. When someone mentioned she looks Tim Burton-esque, I was glad I nailed that association.

For further note, Dolores and Pepa are two characters with very attractive color design, I like every opportunity of drawing them.

Bunch of small things drawn during September-October – see samples in header image of post and under ‘encanto fanart’ tag in the blog by yourself, they’re all recent.

Despite smaller goals, I feel like it’s biggest improvement of the year: slowly getting expressions, shadow and lighting rendering, figuring out consistent personal style for characters, etc. I may get slowed down for now (and it affects my work), but I realize there’s long way ahead, and it’s encouraging to see I already have progressed a bit. Fanart is legit good starting point for working toward artistic aspirations, both fun and productive.

So, this post turned into one about personal achievements rather than one about the movie, but in the end, it’s all thanks to inspiration it gave me, so my felicitations to it!

#encanto #disney #encanto fanart #disney fanart #la familia madrigal #phantieart

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writersblockedx · 2 years

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Protector of the Party: Chapter 8

Chapter Eight: Gone

PAIRING - Steve Harrington x Reader BASED OFF - 1x08 WARNINGS - Mentions of violence and mental illness WORDS - 3.6K

A/n - Again very sorry that this has had to be posted a day later.

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Hopper hadn't allowed Y/n to go with him in the rescue of the kids. Herself, Nancy, Joyce and Johnathan were all told to stay and to just sit until he returned. Y/n, unsurprisingly, hated every moment of it.

While Johnathan sat between his mother and Nancy, Y/n was pacing around what was left of the Wheeler house. She avoided the Christmas lights, and the bits of wall as the girl thought. She trusted Hopper, but for him to go up against the lab, who had millions of spies dotted around and even a helicopter in the sky? It was a risk. A risk big enough for Y/n to panic. A lot.

The headlights which flashed across the front room curtains acted as water thrown onto the fire which was Y/n's worry. The three behind her pulled themselves from the couch as Y/n led the way to the porch. They lurked in the doorway for a moment before the truck stopped. The headlights turned off and each of the kids, and Hopper, jumped out of the car. "Mike!" Exclaimed Nancy from behind Y/n, pushing passing the girl gently to grasp her brother. "Oh my God Mike."

Y/n followed a similar action as Dustin got out from the car. Though, unlike Mike, Dustin actually met her in the middle. "You are so fucking stupid, you know that?" She said as she daren't even loosen her grip around the curly haired boy, scared that if she did, she'd loose him forever.

But, as Dustin wiggled, Y/n pulled and stood from the ground she had been kneeling against to reach Dustin's height. Her eyes soon landed on a small, shaven-hair, girl. The same one Dustin had once named was Mike's cousin and then, after admitting to his lie, came out about the girl being called El. "Is that my dress?" Nancy asked from next to Mike.

Y/n glanced between the younger girl and her friend, no words following. So Y/n put her hand out as an offering, "You're El, right?" She presumed.

The girl looked between the hand and Y/n's expression, hesitant in making any movement at all. So she looked to Mike. "She's the one I told you about." He spoke with a smile that seemed to bring comfort to El. "The protector of the party."

And with that, El stared back at the hand and she shook it.

Everyone returned back inside the house. They wasted no time as they found their seats back on the couch, the kids crouched on the floor as they started explaining...everything. How they knew all of it completely had Y/n puzzled. They called it the upside down. That was where Will and Barb were trapped, that was where this creature, or what the kids were calling the Demogorgon, had come from.

Mike had started to draw a picture to help depict his explanation of this upside side. He lined the paper first, before doodling a small person and then a dot of some kind. "Okay, so in this example, we're the acrobat. Will and Barbara, and that monster, they're this flea." Mike guided his words with the tip of his pen as he pointed between the stick figure and the dot. "And this is the Upside Down, where Will is hiding." Her heart stung at the thought of Will in this place, whatever it was, stuck there with this creature. Mike dropped the paper and pen before continuing, "Mr Clarke said the only way we get there is through a rip in time and space." Sounded easy enough.

Y/n's brows raised as she listen to Mike like a fish on a hook. "The same Mr Clarke who teaches middle school science." She thought was right to point out.

Dustin sat up from the side of Mike, "We think he was talking about a gate." He added with his toothless grin.

"That we tracked to Hawkins lab-" Informed Lucas.

"-With our compasses." Dustin continued as if the two were fighting over who was to say which part.

But as they realised the expressions that stared back at them, they realised there was more explanation needed. Y/n, however, despite her stereotype, still a nerd, was following completely. Enough, in fact, she finished Dustin's words for him. "The gate would have such a strong electromagnetic field that it changed the compasses direction." She realised, checking with Dustin for confirmation. Who, luckily for her, nodded.

Johnathan leaned into Y/n's side, "How do you know that?" He asked.

"Physics. Last year." She told him before watching the boy lean back and question whether he had actually ever paid much attention.

From the chair across from everyone, Hopper finally voiced his thoughts. "Is this gate underground?" His expression was stern as he glared right at El.

Y/n felt her brows narrow as she clocked onto what Hopper was questioning. While she didn't remember it well, she could recall the slit in the wall that had been glowing, littered in sludge that made the girl shiver just at the thought of it. "Yes." Said El.

Y/n glanced between Hopper and the younger girl. "Next to the large water tank?" She pressed.

She nodded, "Yes." That was the gate. The gate to the upside down. Her and Hopper had been face to face with it.

Dustin, suddenly concerned for the safety of his cousin, sat upright as he attempted to gage what had just happened. "How- how do you know that?"

Y/n looked to Hopper, pleading for him to answer. Instead, Mike's voice came, "Because they've seen it."

Now, Dustin only looked to the girl. His shook his head as his mouth fell agape, utterly flabbergasted. "You- You've seen it." He reiterated in disbelief. "How the hell have you seen it!"

Y/n gestured her hand for Dustin to calm - not that it did much. "I will tell you later. What matters now, is finding Will and Barb."

"Is there any way that you could talk to Will? That you could reach him in this..." Joyce questioned as her stuttering tone trailed off, pupils on El.

"Upside down." She finished for her.

"Yeah. Upside down."

El did nothing but nod, causing Nancy to lean forward, as her hands cupped one another. "And my friend Barbra? Can you find her too?" Another nod.

A thought rose in Y/n's mind that she debated on speaking aloud. Her eyes glanced to Hopper who was still looking at Eleven in curiosity. And, so, the girl gave into her thoughts. "My mum, she was at the lab too." As she started, El's expression faded, as if just the mention of the lab was so daunting to her. "I don't think she's there anymore. Maybe she's in the upside down too." She glanced over to Nancy before back to El. "Here, I have a photo of her-" Y/n rushed, rummaging through her jacket pockets, dragging out the wrinkled picture of her mother and passing it to El. "Here. Do you know where she is?"

El stared at the picture. She stared for a while. Long enough to make Y/n nervous. As the girl looked up, shook her head, Y/n felt this overwhelming distortedness that she couldn't quite place. "No." El said and the other girl felt like her whole body urged her to run from this situation. El passed the photo back over, barely able to make eye contact with Y/n. "Sorry." She paused. "Gone. Bad men."

Gone.

Y/n didn't have to question much further. The word rung around her mind. The image, the memory of her mother flooding through her mind, knowing that was all she had. There was no more, now. She was gone - as El had put it, because of the bad men.

The girl wobbled as she stood from the couch, tears falling from her pupils as she attempted to leave the situation. She couldn't be in front of Nancy Wheeler, or the whole party, or even Joyce, crying like she knew she going to do. So she fled. "Excuse me." She had muttered, rushing down the hallway as her body shook and the girl fought to catch her breath.

Y/n got into Johnathan's room just in time. She shut the door behind her and let her back fall against the wood, sliding down as her knees became weak. Her cheeks were stained in tears as her voice whimpered through it. Her mind tried to fight off the idea of death, the concept of knowing that her mother wasn't coming back, that Y/n would never hear her voice again, or feel her touch, that she was gone, it felt like something she'd never be able to accept.

A gentle knock came from the wood of the door. "Y/n," Hopper's voice was soft compared to how they usually spoke to one another.

The girl felt as if her back were like bricks, that maybe they would never move. But as Hopper knocked once more, she shuffled along, her back now leaning against the end of Johnathan's bed. It didn't take long before the door swung open and Hopper walked in. He closed the door behind him, taking the space next to Y/n on the floor.

Silence followed.

Hopper wasn't sure what to say. He'd been here before: the day he took Y/n's mother away from her and to the hospital where she was trapped. Then, he hadn't said anything to the younger girl, and he regretted it. "I'm sorry." That's what came out first. "We- I should have realised what this lab was doing well before now, okay? I never should have lost sight of your mum's case and I'm sorry I did." He paused, looking at the girl who couldn't break her gaze from the carpet. "But we have a chance now, to tear this lab to the ground."

She finally glanced back at him. "I just want to tell her-" Her voice was shaky as she thought to speak her piece. "I want to tell her everything I didn't." And with that, the tears flooded though. While Y/n knew her mum wasn't at the mental capacity to understand much now, she still wished she had sat at her bedside, and told her things. Told her about how school went, the boy she was crushing on and the stupid joke her little cousin Dustin had made on the drive home.

"I know." Said Jim as they glance to one another before Hopper took her into his arms, letting her tears stain his jacket as she cried. "I promise you, I will get everything the lab has on your mothers case, okay?" Y/n nodded as a response. "We just need to get through this first."

Y/n retracted from the man as she wiped her tears. "How are we doing this?" Was probably a good question to be asking.

Hopper gestured to what was waiting behind the closed door. "That's what they're planning." He informed. And so Y/n stood finally, balancing on her heels as she faced the door. "You don't have to do this, you know, kid." He told her. But still, she walked out, and joined the rest of the group who were huddled around the kitchen table.

She wasn't sure what she had missed. But all eyes fell to her. She took a sharp inhale as she made sure to hold the tears that sat in her waterline. "Tell me you have a plan." Y/n said and it seemed they all relaxed, knowing that she was okay.

And so the kids started to explain. Everything. From El attempting to gain contact, to now, their plan of creating a sensory deprivation tank for the girl. That way, she would be able to successfully contact Will. Which was why they had the paddling pool and were about to leave for the middle school. It seemed like a stupid, stupid plan when it was over simplified, but it was the only plan they had. So Y/n agreed to it.

She joined Hopper in the truck as he drove the way towards the school that was abandoned at this time of night. She sat in the passengers seat as she had done millions of times before. But, what was new to her, was the hoard of bickering kids that squabbled behind them. Y/n could tell in a glance, Hopper was biting down his tongue.

Y/n hadn't let go of the photo of her mother since El passed it her back. And she even felt guilty when she looked away from it, facing Hopper as his eyes starred at the empty road in front of them. "You know what I've realised this past week?" The girl started, shoving the photo gently back into her jacket pocket.

Hopper hummed in response, giving a glare to this kids through the rear view mirror that they were too distracted to catch. "That I'm good at it."

The man peeked over at her, "Good at what?"

She shrugged, "Finding things out, I guess." She paused as she thought on her next words. "Maybe made me think of doing something like an apprenticeship at the station in the Summer." She slyly slipped in with a smirk gliding across her lips.

Hopper had never laughed so loudly - especially considering current context. "You? At- At the station?"

"What is so funny about that?" Y/n groaned like the angsty teenager she was.

"Oh, I don't know, your criminal record might be a good reason why this is so funny." He spoke thought a chuckle.

"I'm sure you could pull a few strings!"

Hopper calmed a little as he finally looked to her with a genuine expression. "Since when did you want to become a cop?" He questioned.

She shook her head lightly, "Not a cop. More like, detective stuff." She admitted, thoughts that had been floating around her head since she leant over Hopper's shoulder that day in the library, leading her to where she was now. The way that once over-dramatic conspiracy theory had unravelled, had Y/n completely mesmerised when she thought back on it. It was incredible just thinking how they had gotten here. To be able to do that as a job, it had certainly peaked her interest.

The man sighed as he realised the seriousness of this request. "I'll see what I can do." He finalized, watching as a grin tugged at her lips.

"Thank you."

Hopper stopped for a moment. He couldn't recall a time she had ever actually thanked him. Even when he had rescued her from what could have been an arrest, or probably worse and could have gained herself a court case, no thank you. But, for some reason, she thanked him for a job offer he may or may not even be able to provide.

Hopper was soon pulling into the Middle school, swerving between two spaces before stopping the engine. And everyone returned to their allocated people. Johnathan went with Hopper to acquire the ice, Nancy with Mike to gather the hose, Dustin and Lucas (while Y/n pointed out against such) were requested to set up the kiddie pool. And Y/n was paired with Joyce to prepare young El for what she had done many times before.

Y/n located an empty classroom, switched on the lights and collected a few chairs to sit around. Joyce had brought duck tape to create the darkness required for El to enter this 'state'. Whatever that meant. The women wrapped it around a pair of large goggles to effectively get that pitch black sight. How El did this, as young as she was, was a concern for another time.

"This will keep it dark for you, just like your bathtub." Joyce assured, though she seemed uncertain in calling it a bathtub. This was all a very new concept for everyone to grasp. "You're a very brave girl, you know that, don't you?" She added when El hadn't given a reply.

She glanced to Joyce and then to Y/n. The other girl nodded as a way to reinstate Joyce's words before gently placing her palm over El's hand, a small smile glistening over her lips. "You are incredible for doing this. Putting yourself in danger to save people you've never known before." She said.

Joyce then placed her own hand on top of the one Y/n had let fall to El's. She smiled too. "Thank you." She paused for a moment. "Listen, we are going to be there with you the whole time, right?" Joyce glanced to Y/n who nodded, assuring her words once again. "And if it every gets too scary...in that place, just let me know okay?"

El listened to the words deeply before responding, "Yes."

"Ready?" Y/n questioned as she straighten her back, puffing out her chest with a glint in her eye which bred hopefulness.

El reciprocated her movements. "Ready."

And so Y/n led the way towards the gym that she hadn't step foot in since she left for High School. At that moment in time, the kids and Nancy were filling up the pool. Lucas yelling, "Warmer!" and, "Colder!" Every few seconds before it reached the perfect temperature. Then Johnathan and Jim began slicing open the bags of salt and letting it pour into the pool. They didn't stop until Dustin's egg floated above the water. Then it was perfect. And then El could climb into the pool.

Joyce held her hand from the right side and Y/n held the other, guiding the young girl into the pool until she gained her balance. She slowly crouched down before floating onto her back. As if in a instinct, the flights flickered. And they didn't stop. Each of them searched their surroundings before the flights burst and darkness covered the gym.

Y/n couldn't make out what El was feeling as she floated in the make-shift pool. All she knew was that, somehow, this would lead them to Will.

It took a few moments before the lights began to flicker once again. "What's going on?" Asked Nancy who was looking around the room as if it were going to answer her.

"I don't know." Mike responded as his eye stayed glued to El.

A sense of nerves kicked in to Nancy. She leant forward over the pool, "Is Barb okay?" She questioned as if El were in any kind of state to tell her right now. "Is she okay?" The girl repeated, her voice raising, a glint of pain weaved through her tone.

A long second passed before there came an answer, in a whisper. "Gone." Said El. One word that, while it came for a young girl, echoed through the whole gym and sent shivers down all spines. "Gone. Gone. Gone." She kept going and even she was frightened by it.

Joyce reached out her hands as to soothe the younger girl. "It's okay, it's okay." She calmed as El's words faded. "It's okay, we're right here, honey." She assured. And soon, El's movements slowed and she panting nearly as much as she had been prior.

And not long after, the girl spoke once again. "Castle Byers."

Everyone looked to one another.

"Will?" El called.

She had found him.

Joyce almost leaped forwards into the pool just at the mention of her son. "You tell him-" She paused as to conjure up the right words. "You tell him I'm coming."

Y/n could only watch the young girl. The girl who had been in the same lab as her mother. Who could find places that seemed nothing more than fiction. It made her question if what Y/n's mother had been saying, about being able to enter minds and to mould thoughts, maybe that wasn't the bullshit everyone had called it out to be. I mean, if that lab had really taken her from the hospital, they must have wanted something from her.

The static crackling behind Y/n dragged her from her thoughts. And, for a second, she thought she had been dreaming when a, "Hurry." Was sounded through the static of the walkie. But as she looked to everyone; they had all too heard it.

Will was alive. He was safe.

Joyce leaned over once again, "Listen, you tell Will, you tell him to stay where he is." She instructed. "We're coming, okay? We're coming."

Eleven jolted out from the water, throwing off the duck taped goggles. Joyce held the girl tightly as to calm her as her breath became uneven. No one dared to move. Not yet. Everyone needed to let what had just happened sink in.

But, there was a sense of haste that followed. If Barb was gone, then maybe Will was next and maybe they didn't have long. Truly, they knew nothing, but it was best to move now than not at all. So, not long after, they started to disband.

Y/n took El into a towel as to get her body temp back up again. Then, she guided her to the bleaches where the girl sat, comforted by Y/n's arms and the rest of the party sat around her. Y/n watched from afar as Johnathan, Nancy, Hopper and Joyce discussed their next moves. She couldn't quite tell the tone of the conversation. Only that they all seemed to follow Hopper when he stormed off. The girl thought about following them, but the tight grip El held on her, stopped that from happening.

But, when it had been ten minutes and there was still no sign of them, Y/n's concerns raised. "Look after her." She ordered the boys before wondering out of the gym.

And just outside, Nancy and Johnathan were gathering their things as they stood from the floor. No sign of Hopper or Joyce. "Where's your mum? And Hopper?" She questioned.

Nancy and Johnathan shared an expression which made Y/n nervous. "They went to find Will." Johnathan finally dropped.

Her brows narrowed and she glanced between the pair, "And what are you two doing?"

There was a longer paused. This time, Johnathan looked to Nancy to answer.

"We're going to kill it."

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